#i got to play once when a friend on camp had a switch but i sucked ass. and switch's controls are weird too

[end-orfino]

i kinda wish splatoon would be a pc game....and also that i would be decent at shooters

[atyourmerci]

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Read pt.2 here

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Summary: You are sent off on a mission for 2 months. Abigail Anderson, the group leader, resents you for your sexuality until she gets drunk and ends up at your doorstep.

Warnings: smut, MDNI, alcohol usage, sub!abby, comphet!abby, brattop!reader, religion play, oral, fnv, tribbing, dirty talk yurrr, mentions of Owen so sorry, no use of y/n

A/N: Hey my horny sluts, this was very self indulgent fic. Definitely not for everyone but I wanted to play with this internal homophobia abby angle and through hella porn in it<3 hope you like it:)))

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You were stationed off at a base camp for two months along with a group of WLF soldiers. This group was Issac’s top of the line, best fighters, engineers, and you accompanying as the best medic on line. The area was cased with scars and there was likely to be bloodshed. Issac couldn’t risk letting more than one medic for this long trip but there was no way he was sending a training med to work on his top of line children.

You knew most of the group well since you were always given the honor of fixing them. There were a few girls that kept you busy when there wasn’t a wound to heal. No one you’d keep around for long, you didn’t have the time to start relationships in this job, but a good fuck wasn’t beyond you. Days turned into long nights either stitching lesions or under the next sculpted woman that begged at your knees.

You were used to the attention, you were charming, beautiful, slightly bitchy, maybe a bit overzealous in your work but your forte was needed for these people. The men had attempted their shot with you, but everyone knew where you stood in the sheets. That’s why Abigail Anderson despised you.

It took you awhile to understand, from the moment she found out what you were doing in off hours she resented your lifestyle. Sure, she played it off by saying you were, ‘too distracted for your position’ or that ‘you got around’. Frankly you didn’t understand why she fucking cared. One day drunkenly her best friend Manny had said your ‘ways’ made her uncomfortable.

You knew she had been with her boyfriend Owen for a couple of years, and never left her room without her cross neckless- fuck she’d even shower with it on. That day in the open showers you had seen her look over at your naked body and return her hand to her cross gripping it tight with her eyes closed, leaving in a scoff. You just didn’t understand why her distain for you persisted- you thought it would space off once she got to know you.

After a couple months of backhanded comments, side eyes, and aggression you chose to just distance yourself from her at all costs. Maybe she had gotten the memo since she always requested your secondhand med to treat her, even knowing she wasn’t as suitable.

Once you found out shed be leading the mission for 2 months in close proximity you were blown. You asked Issac to switch you out for your secondhand- but he refused. After days of pestering him, he said he wouldn’t be changing his mind, Abby had asked for you specifically to accompany the mission. Why the fuck would she ask for you was beyond you, but you made it your agenda to fuck with her relentlessly for her decision.

You made sure to chose the room directly next to her so she could hear your sinful cries getting your back blown. leaving your white shirt un-buttoned low enough so your cleavage would spill out when you worked on her, blistering irritated grunts out of her. For someone so worked up about your lifestyle she always seemed to be watching your every move.

Watching you out of the corner of her eye change in the showers, walking out of her room just as you were heavy breathing lip locked with a girl making your way into sin. One time you were stitching a gash on her leg she gripped onto your hip in pain, her eyes trailed to your spilling cleavage before she snapped out of her haze saying, “uhhh- sorry its just painful there. Just fucking hurry up.” Knowing you had phased her you responded in a simple “mhm,” and continued working.

Maybe her morbid curiosity was at play, maybe she was just a fucking homo- but she’d never admit that to anyone and definitely not herself.

A month and a half in the base lagged by, there was only 2 weeks left of the painful glares and snarky comments left from your leader. The area had grown quiet for a while, most of the scars had retreated from your stay. Manny had made the decision for everyone to take the night off, set up a bonfire in the wooded areas behind the abandoned hotel, and get shitfaced on some homemade wine that was finally finished fermentation. It tasted like piss but was strangely intensely stronger than anything you had found in vacant bars.

Once the sun had fallen you were all seated around the roaring fire under the nigh sky. You had downed two glasses of piss wine and were already pretty spent. Abby was perched upon a log across the fire from you, in her usual dominating manspread and arms draped across her meaty thighs, on her fourth cup of sour. The sight was quite shocking- Abby never drank that much, something about the loss of control she didn’t like.

Her eyes were like lasers on you, usually she’d attempt to hide her ever glaring stare, maybe she was too intoxicated to care. All day she was on one, lashing out at people, throwing shit. She was always mildly aggressive, but you had never seen her to this extent.

The girl adorned behind you, pulling at your hips was probably the cause of her disapproving eyes, but this time felt harsher. You watch as she finishes off her glass and returns her eyes back to you with gritted teeth. “Manny hand me the wine,” she barks, her eyes never leaving you. Manny looks at her angered stare, crossing his eyes back to your direction and back to her, “Que pasa amiga, I think you’re good for now,” he says with a laugh.

“Just hand me the fucking wine,” she directs her attention to Manny- some people throw out ‘woahs’ and ‘damns’ at her attitude. Manny hands her the bottle with no reply. “Somebody needs to get fucked already,” you throw out with enough drunken confidence knowing it will rile her up. “Not everything can be fixed with sex, not that you’d understand,” she drives her eyes deeper into your own.

“Well, if I was having the sex you were having, I’d go celibate,” you say causing a guttural laugh from everyone, easing up the built tension.

“Whore,” she retorts.

“Awh someone’s mad her boyfriend can’t make her cum,” you give her a pout.

Her cheeks grow red in anger- maybe embarrassment since you didn’t have to take 2 looks at Owen to know he couldn’t please a women, especially not one of that stature. She darts up from her seat, all but a growl escaping her mouth. She grabs the half full bottle from Manny and takes off.

“What crawled up her ass?” You direct to Manny. He gives you eyes that speak louder than his mouth could utter in a way of ‘you’re the reason she’s so pissed off, you know that’. Maybe you had pushed her too far, but fuck did she deserve it. She deserved to get called on her bullshit for once- everyone just cowered down to her. Sure, she was tall, muscly, and heavily intimidating but you know how to drive the knife right into her.

You enjoyed riling her up, driving her to her very edge. Maybe it was the alcohol talking but you were hot at the sight of her aggression, the way the veins in her arm popped as she ripped the bottle out of Manny’s hand. You weren’t attracted to straight girls, especially not homophobic straights- but you thought of her. Every snarky remark, touching her skin in passings as you healed her danced in your mind.

You brushed off your thoughts, you were just drunk you told yourself. The fire had died down soon after Abby’s fit, everyone was either ready to retire to bed or fuck. You chose the latter with the touchy girl sitting behind you. She was a good one, never had to kick her out after you finished- she knew what you wanted.

You make your way back to the dingy hotel, hand and hand with the pretty brunette. By the time you had made it to your doorway the girl had you up against the door needily. Of course, you let it happen, you were waiting for Abby to conveniently walk out and watch you. She never came out; you were almost disappointed but persisted with the brunette. You made sure to exaggerate every moan, every sinful word, even unsuspectedly convinced her to fuck you against the wall you shared with Abby- just to make sure she would hear.

After orgasming twice, she was out the door, no awkward post-sex cuddling or talking, wasn’t your thing and she knew that. You lay your sleepy drunken head on your pillow ready to sleep. Within five minutes you heard Abby’s door slam shut, and a harsh knock on your door. You knew that you had pissed her off, your job was done so you ignored her calls and nuzzled back onto your pillow with a smirk.

Another knock slams your door, “I know you’re in there, open the door,” Abby huskily demands. You walk over to the door, wearing only your loose tank top and panties. You swing the door open to a disheveled Abby, heavy breathing, eyes half lidded, in a white wife pleaser and loose black sweats, cross necklace adorned by her collarbones. Her muscles looked as if they were pulsing, her abs etched through her shirt.

After seconds of intense glaring, she moves past you into your room without an invitation. “Abby what the hell could you possibly need right now…” you can smell the liquor reeking off her sweaty body, “how much have you had to drink” you say but she quickly cuts you off, “do you really think I cant fucking hear you in here with those- girls?” She says girls with a disgusted flare. “I know you can,” you retort with your arms crossed. “Why are you like that,” she says confused. “Like what Abby? Gay? You can say it- God wont strike you down for speaking it,” you shoot her a smug laugh. “You- you’re fucking insufferable,” she says drunkenly. “You walked into my room; you don’t have to be here.”

She walks up so close to your face you can feel her breath, the smell of sour laced. “I came here to tell you how you disgust me,” she says heavy breathed. “Is that so?” You pierce your eyes into hers, not giving into her intimidation. “Ye-yeah,” she falters at you standing your ground. Her eye contact directs down to your plush lips, she licks her own. You bite your bottom lip to drive into her.

“Why are you such a bitch?” She raises her eyes back to yours, this time glassier, gentler. “You’re mad you don’t scare me,” now you step closer to where you are exchanging each other’s breath. She responds wordlessly breathing heavier than before, lips parted as if she was waiting for something to come out. You stare up into her eyes dragging your bottom lip back into your mouth with your teeth. “Stop fucking doing that,” she demands not moving a muscle.

You give her an innocent pout, “I’m not doing anything Abigail, you can leave right now if you’re so uncomfortable,” trailing your eyes back and fourth from her lips to her eyes. “Give in to me,” Abby pleads almost submissively, her eyes looked like she could cry. “I’m not going to make this easy for you, if you want something take it,” you are eager at this point, still trying to keep your confidence intact.

She gives it a second, probably internally battling, in a huff she mutters “Fuck,” and grabs your face crashing your lips aggressively together. She took the breath out of you, kissing you like she needed it for survival. Both of you are too ravished to process reality. You grabbed aimlessly at her chest needing the friction of her warmth. She forces her tongue onto yours letting a moan escape her mouth. You were done for.

You pull her to your bed never leaving her lips, crashing over boxes and shoes but neither of you falter your embrace. You push her onto your bed, making your way on top of her. Before you can reattach your lips, she pushes a hand into your chest stopping you, “I- I’m not gay,” she says with weary eyes. You simply respond with “okay,” and reattempt to kiss her, she pushes you back again, “okay?” she questions. “Do you want me to me to stop?” You question back. She pulls you in ruggedly, so her mouth is against yours, needy again.

You pull back from her embrace, “I want to hear you say it Anderson,” she shakes her head like a child, like she couldn’t say it aloud. You start to get up from the bed when she pulls you back down grasp heavy and deprived, “jus- just do it, I- I want it.” “Good girl,” you reply and straddle on top of her causing whimpers to flow out of the husky blonde.

You move down to kiss on her neck, biting slightly then licking the wound. You can see her hand white knuckling her cross necklace, eyes shut. Through heavy moans she confesses, “Thi-s is- isn’t right…what you’re doing t- to me.” You smirk into her neck trailing your fingers down her arching chest, “just pretend I’m Owen,” knowing you’ll strike a chord at the mention of her boyfriend.

You go back to her collarbone nibbling and licking as you rise her shirt slowly, exposing her sweaty chiseled stomach. “You don’t fe- feel like him, he doesn’t touch me like this,” before she can finish your hand is under her shirt teasing at her nipple slowly. She throws her head back in a groan, unknowingly bucking her hips into you.

“I’m barely touching you Abby- he’s never done this to you,” you say not surprised, moving your free hand to grip her other nipple. She shakes her head at you in a pout. Seeing her like this, so unraveled and vulnerable made you pulse, you could feel your cunt pooling already.  

While you have her eye contact you move your head down to suck and lick circles around her soft pink nipple, her eyes barely open and mouth open panting. While sucking on her bud you trail your hand down to her sweats, teasing your fingertips at the waistband, but continue down to palm her covered pussy.

Her hips jolt up at your touch, “Jesus fuck me!” she yelps. “You say your prayers with that mouth, huh?” You jab, palming her cunt over layers of clothing. Her hips continue to rut against your hand, her hand continues to grip onto her cross for dear life, the other gripped down into your sheets. “Please… please take them off,” She begs you weary eyed. Since she was getting increasingly pathetic you drag down her sweaty pants to reveal grey boxers, a patch of wet pooled at her pussy. You lay kisses down her thighs and legs as you slowly unclothe her.

Once you pull them all the way down you meet your face at her cunt, wrapping your arms around her thick thighs, she couldn’t stop whimpering at your little touches. You place a slight kiss on her boxer clade cunt. “Fuckkkk,” she moans out. “If I eat your pretty pussy, are you going to repent after?” You say smirking at her desperation. “I- I have to, ke-ep going please,” she pants raising her cross to her heart. “Aren’t you a good little servant?” You drag down her soaked boxers.

You push your fingers into her soaked slit pushing it open to admire her. “You’re so fucking wet fuck,” you say gawking at the ‘straight’ girls mound, her slick running down her thighs. “a- are you going to use your fingers,” she asks in a pant. “We’ll get there,” you say smirking latching your tongue on her swollen clit. “oh my god,” she screams out at the feeling of your tongue against her.

You begin sucking and tracing crosses and circles on her clit that causes her back to arch her back and let go off her cross to grip into the sheets with both hands. “Fuck fuck fuck- you feel s’good fuck me fuck me,” she begins babbling. You start to tease her soaked hole with your finger that sent her hips bucking into your hand to force entry.

“So impatient Anderson,” you taunt her. “Ill do wh-whatever you want just please fuck me,” she begs you now cupping your face with her large veiny hands, her eyes droopy and pout on her lips. “Tell me how much you like getting fucked by a girl,” you pump just the tip of your pointer finger into her entrance. “You feel so good,” she says panting in desperation.

“Not good enough,” you say pulling out your fingertip. She whimpers feeling your retreat. “I- I worship you, yo- you feel so good Ill get on my knees and worship you please baby,” she looks like she’s nearing tears, but the pleading hits you deep in your core. You needed to see her fall apart just as much as she needed to feel it.

Without warning you plunge two fingers deep inside of her cushiony walls, sending her falling back into the sheets, her hands gripped into your scalp. You return back to her clit, watching her chest rise and fall in breath idly, sweat dripping down the creases of her abs. You hear as she mumbles prayer under her breath, maybe she was worshiping her god, maybe at this point you were her god.

You continued nonetheless; it didn’t matter at this point she had submitted pathetically to you. Your tongue laps at her creamy slit, your fingers coating in her slick. “I-m going to cum I- cant take that much longer,” she moans out shaking around your head.

You pull out of her abruptly making her whine out, sitting up on her elbows. “Not yet…” you say getting up taking off your soaked panties and returning to her. She watches you intently, her eyes grow at the sight of your cunt. “A-are you going to let me touch you?” She asks doe eyed. “No, I’m going to rub my cunt against yours, okay?” she sheepishly nods. “Gonna make sure you cum from just my pussy,” she whimpers at your words.

You nuzzle your cunt on top of hers in between her thighs. “You feel so good against me fuck,” she whines. You lazily drag your clit against her as moans now flow out your own mouth. She grips into your hip helping you grind into her, at the slight act of dominance causes you whimper into her raised thigh. “Fuck keep t-talking you sound so fucking good,” her mouth is wide open, beads of sweat on her legs mixing with your own. You feel as your slick combines with hers making a complete mess on your sheets.

“Baby I- I’m so close,” she whimpers gripping so deeply into your hip she was sure to bruise you. “Cum for me pretty girl, be a good girl and serve me,” you pant driving your eyes into the broken Abigail. She begins shaking at your words, falling apart beneath you. “fuck fuck fuck oh my fucking god i-m cu-mming ahhh,” she begins soaking your sheets. Of course, she was a fucking squirter.

You help her ride out her orgasm, gently rubbing down her thigh with your fingertips. “Wh- why is it so wet?” she rises groggily and confused. You giggle at her innocence, “you squirted dumbass, you’ve never done that before?” you cant help but grin up at her beauty and pure innocence. “No never, I’ve never even…you know…reached my peak with someone before,” you look into her eyes in pure shock gapping your mouth exaggeratedly.

“God I really would go celibate if I was you,” you giggle, and she gives you a slight smirk pulling you down on top of her. You circle your fingers across her chest, feeling her breath steady, she drags her fingers through your messy hair. “I’m not going to tell anyone Abby, this can be between us.” You say assuring her. “o-okay,” she responds sheepishly as if there was something else in her throat. Maybe she wanted to say it would never happen again, that her sexuality was intact after your night, maybe she wanted to say she wanted to leave Owen and linger on your skin forever, or maybe she began to repent.

[cheollipop]

*swims across the ocean and shows up at your door with my lobster plushie (larry) in my arms* hiii my nora i love youuu and i’m so excited for the sleepover ahh >< ALSO I HAD THIS IDEA RIGHT …. soo … gamer boyfriend woo – he loves to play LoL in the late night hours and he’s been ignoring you and you’re just sooo needy for him that you crawl into his lap and rub yourself against this thigh to try to get his attention and bc he sucks ass at the game he’s mad and hard but stubborn so he’s like, “if you want my cock so bad then you can keep it warm for me, can’t you, baby?” so you cockwarm him until you can’t help but move your hips and he can’t resist your pussy so he just fucks you into next week <333 ahem … so… what should we do? make some hot cocoa and have a pillow fight? :3 💕

2𝙠 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩

my alyssa ily too!! <3<3 gamer bf woo...... cockwarming...... frustrated woo...... *head in hands* good god. I fr had to do research for this bc I don't play league, but wanted to include some of the gameplay between paragraphs of reader being needy ^^ also went a little crazy towards the end so enjoy the filth ig. hope you like this, happy reading!!~

pairing: gamer bf!jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.0k

tags: smut, dry/thigh humping, some teasing, cockwarming, mean/frustrated woo, he may or may not switch up a little tho ^^, reader is so needy (not projecting whatsoever), creampie kink, terrible description of league gameplay oopsie

nsfw under cut—minors dni!

Wooyoung’s character remained perched by the fountain, mainly because the opposing team had formed a camp around his own’s spawn point, taking them down before they got the chance to make their way out. He tried to convince himself it was just that, and that the heavy drag of your clothed cunt over his thigh had nothing to do with the drowned out, fuming screams blasting into his eardrums, the idle stares at his screen while his character repeatedly respawned, the nth time the ‘defeat’ screen flashed before him.

“Woo, please,” he saw your lips move in his peripheral, one side of his headset moved off his ear to catch the faint whine leaving your lips as you used his thigh to get off. “You’ve been playing for so long….. ‘want you so bad.”

He didn’t reply, but the arms reaching past you to punch at the keycaps tightened around your waist, his muscles flexing under your moving figure. It’s only when his screen turned red once more that his attention shifted to you, your grinding faltering when fierce, lidded eyes fixed on yours. He remained quiet, the silence stretching until you shifted on his lap, a groan echoing in the space between you when the heat of your wet cunt engulfed the throbbing bulge in his sweatpants, your arousal seeping through your ruined panties to stain the grey material. His fingers floated above your hips, refusing to hand the control over to you, yet battling the need to touch you as you rolled your hips over his weeping cock.

“C’mon, Woo, I've been good-”

“Good?” His eyebrow raised, he gazed at you in disbelief. “Is that what you call humping my thigh like a needy slut while my friends listen to your pathetic whining?”

Wooyoung watched you panic, turn your head around in search for the crossed out mic, your shoulders slumping in relief once you realised that had muted himself the second you’d walked through the doorway, the familiar glint in your eyes enough to inform him of your intentions.

Twisting your head to face him again, you stutter over your words while he stares back at you with burning irises, “no, Woo, I-”

“if you’re such a good girl, then why don’t you warm my cock while I win the next match for my friends, hm?”

And you did, scrambling to pull the elastic waistband down to free his pulsing length, the tip glistening with precum, lowering your head to allow a line of drool to lube up the rest of it, unaware of the hooded eyes following the trail of saliva then the hand spreading it over his cock. Adjusting his headset to properly cover both ears, the infuriated scolding blaring through the speakers masking the grunt leaving his lips when you split yourself open on his girth, taking every last inch between your walls.

Wooyoung waited until you found a comfortable position, a hand on your lower back urging you closer to his chest until your arms circled his waist and head rested on his shoulder. You heard his keyboard clacking behind you, followed by the rasp of his voice in your ear,

“Was AFK, sorry. What did I miss?”

More screaming. Screaming you drowned out as soon as it started—the overlapping voices and aggressive mouse clicking fading the more you take in Wooyoung’s warmth, his cock nestled deep within your fluttering cunt, inhaling the pungent musk emanating off his honey skin. His thighs flexed under you. He wasn’t unaffected by your tight heat, that much was obvious. He was just being stubborn.

You rolled your hips experimentally, the edge of your panties dragging over the side of his cock where you had them pushed to the side, the fingers resting over the expensive keyboard flying to your hip, Wooyoung’s neck craning to shoot a disapproving glance your way. Shifting his attention back to the game, you moved again, clenching around him and smiling to yourself when a broken moan left his parted lips.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure where his irritation stemmed from—was it his continuous losses, the fact that he was absolutely terrible at the game and the only reason his team ever won is because Yunho carried every time, or was it because he needed you so bad, despite his wordless claims otherwise? Both, perhaps. But mostly the latter, he finally admitted, the small, incessant rolls of your hips paired with heated lips pressing kisses to his pulse point breaking his long-lasting composure.

“Something came up, got to go,” he blurted out, hurriedly dropping his headset over his desk before standing up with you in his arms.

Hastily grabbing onto his shoulders, you studied his expression while he held you—features relaxed, a semblance of a smile on his lips, it seemed as though his previous exasperation had dispersed without warning, eyes now filled with nothing but adoration. He mooned over your dazed features, clouded by unbearable lust as you continue to grind on him despite your position, sending gentle waves of pleasure up his spine and aggravating his need to stuff you full of his cum. Until you’re fucked-out and leaking, mumbling repetitions of his name into the sheets, begging for a break while he pounds into your overstimulated cunt.

He laid you down onto the mattress, a hand on your spine to soften your descent, contrary to the replaying images of how he planned to take you, to fuck you senseless, to watch your pussy spit his load out only to finger it back into your womb.

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry,” he ran his hands up the sides of your body, pressing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck as he spoke. “You’ve been so good, haven’t you? ‘Been such a needy slut for Youngie,” slipping his cock out, he swiftly discarded of your panties and fitted himself back inside your heat, fingers pushing up the material of your shirt to grab handfuls of your tits. “Let me make it up to you, ‘wanna give you all my love.”

[miirohs]

skz as marching band members

cw: n/a an: can you hear my inner band kid coming out after the absolute banger this comeback was? i may not be in band but colorguard is pretty damn close- also the reader a colorguard member! shoutout to nyx, ily boo!

bang chan:

hes a drum major. 100%

he also is band captain bc he's just that bitch

co-arranges musics with the band director and everyone knows when the time he's gonna pull out the 1970s/80s/90s music

use to be a clarinet, but definitely plays in some games if another drum major is conducting for him

an absolute beast when he's conducting, never misses a beat

he's always open to discovering new music bc he loves to arrange songs he enjoys

he's a strickler and needs shit to be on time because he needs to keep a consistent schedule lest he forget to do something

with his partner:

i mean he's definitely the type to try and help with counts (even if your counts are different than the rest of the band)

if he had a dime for every time he got yelled at because he was busy watching your section he'd have a lot of dimes

he likes to say its because your flags are bright and distracting but lets be fr he was watching you

definitely copies the stand dances when he's conducting and makes the rest of the band laugh when he messes up.

typa guy to ask you for a kiss for luck right before the halftime because in his words, "you're his lucky charm"

lee minho:

hes the cheer captain, four time state champion and a menace

probably did band for like half a year and then quit

runs the cheer team practices like its a fucking military camp, everyone fears and loves him

hes grown to have a reputation because once a girl quit due to the pressure and he basically followed her around school for a whole week and she ended up switching schools

deviously talking shit about some of the band and all the football team all the goddamn time, loves loves loves to start beef and then walk away

he also does choreography work with the guard sometimes because he likes seeing the pretty flags

with his partner:

at some point he drags the whole team to your comps just to see y'all, he loves seeing you specifically put all his work in action

always offering helpful advice on how to fix body angles, posture, etc

since he's a performer himself, he get how easy it is to burn out so sometimes he'll bring you to his own practices and show you things he's choreographed himself

seonghwa is considering locking you away after the sheer amount of times you've gone "mysteriously" missing during the end of practice

Always cheers extra loud for you in the stands, just to see your smile

seo changbin:

he's literally so bass/sousaphone coded

him and wooyoung (sax) and yeonjun (flute) have definitely tried to play each others instruments at at least one point

probably switches between the two every year, well versed in how to play both

definitely plays bass outside of band, is hella good at it too

people find him intimidating but in all honesty he's a sweetheart who would help you no matter what

probably one of the dudes that marches with way more energy than the rest of his section combined- literally during weekend practices he's smiling and laughing at 9 in the morning while everyone sluggishly retrieves their instruments

he's also a part of the stage crew and moves and paints a lot of their equipment

with his partner:

he'd definitely try to teach you how to play the bass and he'd be so proud when you manage to play like one chord

calls his friends over and everything and is like "look they did it!"

in return you've definitely taught him stand dances and bro is killing it- you keep trying to convince him to join but he's loyal

whenever you're performing near him, he has the stupidest heart-struck eyes and is always watching you

loves when you do rifle work because he thinks it looks sick as hell

he wouldn't try it though because he's scared that he'll hit himself and he still doesn't know how you do it

he'll give you little winks if you're close by

hwang hyunjin:

hes a piccolo through and through

he's got both the drama and the sass all the flute section is carrying

he always has his piccolo on him, so he's ready to give the performance of a lifetime whenever needed

he's big big friends with the guard and cheer team, they have their own dedicated groupchat and everything

also the costume manager, he has literally been badgering chan to update the uniforms like forever, sometimes he adds his own little spins to the costumes and also does repairs on them

with his partner:

he admires the guard (you) from afar for sure

he carries your stuff for you because he's such a gentleman (also the piccolo is pocket sized and chan has been getting on his ass about treating the instrument right but to him nothing matters more than treating you right)

definitely joins you and seonghwa when you're gossiping about

sometimes he plays and you'll just do a random saber combo to it and he'll cheer for you

sometimes he likes to take a spin on it (and immediately regret when it smacks his fingers really bad)

whenever you get a boo-boo he always kisses it better, swears his kisses will immediately heal your bruises

han jisung:

he's a trumpet (which is oddly fitting for him)

plays sad music even when it doesn't call for it

always doing the sad trombone thing on trumpet and the trombones are salty that he kinda stole their thunder with that

he's known in the low brass section for being able to play almost any brass instrument with the littlest instruction

chan basically refuses to let him make the switch to sax because he knows what'll happen if he does (he thinks han'll go crazy)

he loves a good challenge, will trumpet-off with other people and play songs on his instruments against other sections

with his partner:

he probably plays show tunes and stuff while you dance with him- loves to call you his showgirl

he's always vibing to your little thumps when you toss and throw, wishes that he could do it too

tries to teach you how to play but that does not end well

he's clingy, he'll do anything to stay with you a little longer

sometimes he even asks you to help find his music for him in an attempt to distract you (its in his bag and he'll magically remember after you give him a hug or some form of physical affection)

lee felix:

probably picked the flute cause it looks pretty aesthetic lets be fr

everyone in band comes to him for marching advice because he makes it look fun and easy

always giving it 100% even if no one can hear him- he makes sure he's heard

even though he joined as a hobby, he's killing it and he plays outside of band as well

always doing musical challenges on tik tok, especially when he should be practicing in sectionals

his favorite thing to play on the flute are disney songs, but he also plays a shit ton of different genres and posts them to tik tok, bringing some semblance of fame to their little high school band

with his partner:

he 100% plays little snippets of song you like because everything sounds good on flute (trust me)

will convince you to do tik toks with him even if you aren't a fan

sometimes you let him try the flag or saber in exchange for his flute so you can try it

he admits that the only reason he leaves his flute to you whenever he goes is so that he can sit nearby and listen to you try to play it (and fail)

he would most definitely be a natural at flag but tries not to do as well so you can shine when your time comes

lets you lean back against him in the stands

kim seungmin:

he's percussion. he's literally a percussion in my heart.

he definitely plays the drums around chan because he thinks its funny to annoy him by drumming off count

no one has ever survived a drum comp with this man fr

sometimes he hums along to his drumming

also taps his thighs/air when he doesn't have something in his hands

he has good rhythm so chan usually has him set the pace to which they go on the field to

he's competitive as hell, he knows hes also better than everyone else and he shows it

with his partner:

he loves guard but he refuses to be put next to them on the drill because he suffered an injury at your hands once

he loves to show off he can play the drums and him and his section do little drumming sessions sometimes while you do saber warmups

he distracts both you and himself a lot when it comes to joint practices so seonghwa and chan have tried to move them (to no avail)

he'll sit outside with you when you guys practice sometimes (as support he says, but seonghwa doesn't believe him)

he's always giving you little nods of approval, doesn't outright show it but he'll take your hands and give you a little kiss when no ones looking

he doesn't want his section to know he's soft for you

yang jeongin:

he's front ensemble/pit, i hope we all agree on him being on the synths and marimba

he's a vital part of the band for sure even if he never seems to get credit but he honestly could care less

has been running synths since he joined, originally wanted to do the sousaphone but he wasn't built enough for it

also the front ensemble section leader, he's very efficient in managing the pit

but he's also clumsy as hell and will sometimes zone out and drops the mallet on the marimba or just entirely forgets wtf he's suppose to be doing on the synths

more than once he's nearly caught these hands from chan bc in chans words, "those were expensive"

with his partner:

whenever he sees you on the sidelines, he's always ginning because out of the corner of his eye he can see you jamming out to the music

everyone teases him (especially binnie) because he zones out watching you and drops the mallet on his foot

follows your every move carefully (and like minho), and he'll always give you advice, but he sugar coats it very much because he loves you and doesn't want to hurt your feelings

loves loves loves when you send him little videos of your progress

loves it even more when you question him about his work, it makes him feel so important pls ask him how he does shit hes dying for it

brushes against you when walking out to the fields during games- he just wants to let you know hes there

[krakenshipwreck]

dev camp 2024!

it's the most wonderful time of the year! they ran the same practice twice with two different groups this morning, which was nice because i only had to figure the drills out once. first group featured david goyette, tyson jugnauth, ty nelson, and eduard sale; second group featured berkly catton, jagger firkus, carson rehkopf, and lukas dragicevic. observations:

each group had three goalies but visa vedenpaa was in both, maybe because he is the best. his pads say CLIQUE really big which made me think of that photo from last year with all our blonde goalies.

ty nelson is clearly a leader in this group, he's talking to everyone and the coaches relied on him to go first in drills.

one advantage of the double practice is i got to focus on the defense group first when ty nelson was on the ice, and then the forwards in the second practice when berkly catton was there. they mysteriously put one forward with each defense group even though it was clearly a defense-specific drill (catch a puck up the wall, take two shots from the blueline, then switch and defend in front of the net). wonder if that means jakub fibigr and caden price are swiss army knives, or did they just draw the short straws this morning?

tyson jugnauth looked better than last year but i still don't think he has an nhl future. other standouts in the first group included goyette and lleyton roed.

we invited an enormous swedish d-man named VIKING GUSTAFFSON who plays at northern michigan. i love him already and i hope we get to keep him.

carson rehkopf hit the ice with the biggest smile on his face and it made me love him. he and jagger firkus looked good together.

jagger firkus filling the net up like it's a bucket. so many good shots.

new boy berkly catton was clearly very nervous to start. he messed up the first drill and lost a few pucks before he settled in. his skating is absolutely gorgeous to watch, great edges and cutbacks. he also had a couple very slick takeaways.

the forward-specific drill started with two players in the slot who had to race for a puck at the boards and try to pass it to a teammate down the wall, and it was such a great way to see who's got jump and who can win a board battle and who can make a pass under pressure. especially notable was berkly catton (5'11, 167, skill guy) decisively winning the board battle over our guy from everett julius miettinen (6'3, 201, netfront presence).

dragicevic seems kind of wild, in a fun way. there were a couple of times when he was more physical than the drills maybe called for. he's super fun to watch, and he also had the prettiest goal in the shootout.

after the second session, berkly catton and jagger firkus stayed out setting up tip shots for each other. i am theorizing that there's a little whl clique going on and jagger is the queen bee.

i am sad that we invited berkly's friend clarke caswell to camp but he did not skate!

[somewhereincairparavel]

Angsty Jason prompt: dealing with Leo's death. And then the hurricane of emotions when Jason realized he wouldn't see his best friend again before he sacrificed himself for piper/apollo.

Author's note: I'm so sorry this took so long @obsessingoverl omg I was in a writer's block! But I hope you enjoy anyways, thanks for requesting :)

Every single fucking thing reminded Jason of him.

The fire crackling in Campfires.

The screwdrivers laying around on the table.

The Nintendo switch at the big house.

Even the food at camp half blood feasts.

Everything simply narrowed down to Leo Valdez.

Was this how it felt like to go insane? If that's the case, then Jason Grace had already crossed that path. He was beyond insane. His nightmares were plagued with images of the explosion that killed Leo Valdez. The booming noise, the burst of spreading flames that must've set Leo ablaze. Gods. Jason didn't want to think about it. But he realized that Leo died, the same way his mother had died too. Engulfed in flames.

So when Jason found out that he was going to die as well, in a few minutes in battle, he was hit with a wave of gut-wrenching emotions.

He was always hopeful that Leo was out there somewhere, screaming “I'm the bad boy supreme” grinning with his typical latino elf demeanor. He had always held on to the hope that Leo would come back riding on Festus, yelling “I GOT Y'ALL GOOD DIDN'T I?? Did ya miss me Superman??” That's just Leo on a normal day, and Jason would've curled up into a ball, cringing at his antics, albeit fondly. But right now? Jason would've killed for Leo to do that again.

He would've killed to be pranked by Leo again

He would've killed to play Mario party six on Nintendo switch in the big house with Leo again.

He would've killed to taste Leo's food again.

He would've killed to see Leo make random things out of metal as gifts, for Jason again.

He would've killed to listen to Leo's corny jokes again.

Recalling all of these things, Jason was hit with the realization that he would die, never getting to see Leo Valdez again.

But Jason had another thread of hope to hang on to, it was thin, but it was still there. If Leo was indeed dead, that means he's probably in Elysium, right? And if Jason dies too, then he'd also go to Elysium.. Jason would see Leo again after all, right?

Wrong.

After Jason Grace's death, He was judged in the fields of asphodel, and was sentenced to go to Elysium, Jason's soul was vibrating with excitement. Once he reached the golden paradise of Elysium, his soul floated around, yelling for Leo's name. He saw so many hero's spirits floating around in the Paradise, but where was Leo? For the love of Jupiter. Where. Was. Leo. Valdez?

Jason Grace realized, with a pang, looking at all these other drifting souls, that if his curly haired friend was not amongst them causing a ruckus, it could only mean one thing.

That Leo Valdez was alive after all. Jason had simply not lived to see him.

[imnotasuperhero]

Wanna get lost in you.

Wanda Maximoff x Reader.

Summary: An old necessity to walk deep into the forest had you driving on automatic once you made your way back to your town. The magnetic force surrounding it alluring you to discover its most treasured secret.

A/N: DAY 4 OF PROMPTOBER IT'S HERE! 2 days late but wtv.. blame adulthood for the delay. I'll try to get days 1, 2, 5 and 6 out this weekend since I've been approved to take the exam for the belt graduation so I'll be taking 3 hours off the little time off I've got during the day, lol. But! Since I also go to the gym daily, I'll be taking the weekends off to give my body a break and kick my muses' asses to get productive. LMAO. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this drabble turned into fic.

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The first time it happened, you were probably a 10-year-old, when you've come camping with your family and had the sudden need to wander through the creepy forest in search of proof. All your friends in school were talking about these magic lights that shone in the nightly hours and, of course, you wanted to be a witness to such a magnificent event.

Feeling the fresh air feeling your lungs with every step you took deeper into the orangey foliage, the energy around you had switched into an alluring one, like if a magnetic field had you gravitating towards an energy you were too young to understand. But before said dome could close hermetically, your brother had come running after you, claiming that those stories were tales that only lived in the imagination of children. As he saw it, those "magic lights" were nothing else than dragonflies.

As the years passed, your life had brought you all over the country with your dad's work and your own achievements. And after twelve years, you were finally about to reveal the itchy mystery your soul had beared all this time.

Killing the engine of your car, you quietly got off, making sure you were gentle not to startle the animals that could be in your proximity. Filling your lungs with the same fresh air you learned to love, you then ventured into the yellow and orange leaves scattering the soil, almost forming a path for you to follow. The energy you felt all those years ago, started to become stronger the deeper you walked into the forest and you knew there was no turning back, now.

Allowing the enchanting atmosphere to enclose you, your mind disconnected from your body, moving in automatic, as if you've been in this forest all your life. The eerie sounds did nothing to scare you, on the contrary, it seemed as if your spirit greeted them, like an invitation to come out and play with you.

It wasn't until you found yourself surrounded by trees that went for miles and miles whenever you looked at that your attention had fixated on the dim scarlet lights that started to float all around you like fairy lights guiding you to what would be your biggest discovery. And so, as your curiosity took charge, your relaxed body moved towards the source of such amazement. You weren't sure if the image in front of you was real or if it was a product of your imagination, but the most beautiful woman you had ever laid your eyes upon was standing a few steps ahead of you, with red whisps coming off her slender fingers, with the softest smile you've ever seen grazing her features. But the creak of a branch dissipated the entrance and you cursed yourself for such idiocy.

"Sorry," you breathed softly, scared the woman would disappear into thin air. "I-"

"You shouldn't be here." The stern yet calm voice spoke.

"I could say the same about you," you straightened yourself. "You could get lost."

A sardonic laugh filled the silence, sending shivers down your back. "I've been in this forest all my life. I know every corner better than I know myself," the brunette clicked her tongue, finally closing the distance between you, like a predator about to catch its prey.

But against all the alarms in your body warning you to run away, you started to walk forward on trembling legs. "Why don't you invite me in, then?" The words escaped your lips, making you cry with the cringe of the moment.

"What makes you think you're worth of such wonder?" Her sculpted eyebrow hovering over her dark eyes had your heart constricting quite exquisitely.

"If I told you, there wouldn't be place for discovery," you shrugged nonchalantly, trying really hard to contrast the cringy feeling invading your insides.

Smiling wickedly, the woman closed the distance and extended her hand. "I'm Wanda," and oh, boy, had you become addicted to her name already.

"Y/N," you offered quietly, almost melting at the feeling of her soft hand against yours.

To say the rest of the evening was a blast was an understatement. With Wanda starting to slowly but securely open up to you, the dark night had been lighted up by her magic, with little shiny polka dots hanging on the air, giving the creepy wood a welcoming, inviting appearance.

"It's late," Wanda brought your intertwined hands to her lips, kissing the back of your skin. "We should head back to town."

"Thank you for tonight," you smiled softly as your eyes fixated on the soft faction on her face, trying to memorize every little detail of it.

"It's been a while since someone saw the real me and didn't run away, so thank you."

At her words, you couldn't help the sudden urge to wrap your arms around you, securing her in your hold. All your insides melting away when, after a few seconds, Wanda relaxed in your embrace, laying her head on your shoulder.

"Let me show you the way out," she smiled standing up, extending her hand for you to take.

If someone had told you coming back to your hometown would be a one-way ticket, you'd laugh at them. The busy and cosmopolitan city of Chicago had become your home despite the sporadic need to escape to the middle of nowhere. But now that you were in the look of new horizons and having met someone as magical as Wanda, you weren't sure you could decline the offer. The captivating persona in front of you became something you wanted to get lost in, surrendering to her will, as if your soul had found its purpose.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @xxxtwilightaxelxxx (If you wanna be tagged in Promtober's works or in all my fics in general, let me know)

[luvly-writer]

"But oh..Cara mia”

Ch. 14 Shamelessly in love

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Dick Grayson x Latina Reader

Warnings: None

Status: Ongoing

Author's note: Honestly, I think this has been my favorite to write ngl. What do you guys think? Hope you enjoy it!

Taglist: @lorosette @nanas-teatime @prettyacademia00 @mxtokko @sarahkaliii @w31rdg1rl @Eurydicegrimes @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @alecmores

Series Masterlist:

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You were sitting on the floor in front of the full-length mirror in your room doing your make-up. Babs was sitting on top of your vanity table, straightening her hair in front of your vanity mirror. You loved moments like these where you both could slow down, relax, and not have to worry about anything related to superheroes. You were just two girls enjoying getting ready for a fancy party. You would play soft music in the background. As you did your eyes, you thought back on the past few days. The moment in the lab between Dick and you repeating constantly. It was frustrating, to say the least. Why would he get so close? Why was he so confusing? You rolled your eyes at the mere thought of him, how you hated Dick Grayson right now. You huff and decide to sing softly the song playing, "Oooooooooh only because I was in love, I opened up. Now I'll open up to your best friend, which one? Bitch like me, I just had to flip the switch on yo-" Your eyes widened. Dick had invited Wally. The same Wally who never passed an opportunity to flirt with you. You smirked. Years ago, when he heard of your "rivalry" with Dick, he took it upon himself to piss Dick off by flirting with you as a joke. You were good friends and had gone to the same camp at MIT. You hum in satisfaction and continue to do your makeup. Maybe one night of flirting for fun and without sttrings wouldn't hurt...

You and Barbara posed in front of the mirror and took a few pictures. She had taken your advice on wearing a green dress and looked absolutely stunning. You had opted on wearing a gorgeous blue dress that you had seen when you went shopping with Babs. Your hair was loose, letting it fall beautifully. You looked gorgeous. You were both looking at the pics and giggling when you heard Jason's voice come from the outside of your door. "Hurry up! We aren't getting any older here!" and you both roll your eyes. You noticed you didn't like your earring so you told Babs to go first and that you'd catch up once you changed them. Finally, you excited your room and walk down the stairs where everyone was waiting.

Dick stared at you as you walked down the stairs. You look ethereal. You smiled as you got to everyone and Dick swore his heart almost leaped out of his chest. You were wearing his color and you looked so SO GOOD in it. You all got in line to be introduced to everyone at the gala, Barbara and you stood side by side and talked with Jason and Steph. The protocol was to be announced and if you had a partner, they would be announced as well. First was Bruce, and Damian who entered. Then were Dick and Kory. As he walked he saw the flash of orange hair from his best friend who he had invited tonight. Then came Tim and Steph. Then Duke and Cass. Finally, Jason, Barbara, and you. As you walked, you smiled brightly and waved, smiling even more when you saw Diana next to Bruce. Then, Dick's heart stopped. Once you made eye contact with Wally, you winked at him, causing the speedster to smirk back at you. Dick watched the interaction closely...what the fuck?

Throughout the gala, Kory insisted on dancing and was holding up quite well with the rest of the socialites. Dick would constantly be by her side and would pull her to dance every once in a while, yet his mind was somewhere else. He would constantly turn back to see Yn and Wally. They would be found whispering to each other and laughing, flirting, and even worst, Wally had pulled Yn to dance quite a few times. Dick observed them viciously. Every time Kory would notice Dick falling away, she would add him to the conversation or ask for another dance. Things were going moderately fine until they weren't. Damian and Tim had begun to fight and it escalated so much that Damian pulled out a dagger. Steph and Jason were debating with a bunch of people and they were close to screaming their opinions, I think Steph even insulted Mr. Hikkin's wife. Dick thanked everything that Cass and Duke were the only ones not acting out. Bruce was trying to stop Tim and Damian and Duke and Cas ran to pull Jason and Steph away. The socialites were looking at the Wayne kids bewildered. Yn ran to the scene but Diana pulled her back when Tim's fist almost made contact with her face. Dick ran towards them and was able to get them to calm down after he dragged Damian away. They were all tugged back and Alfred came out to scold them. During that, Bruce's public relationists came running to him and warned him that seeing as this was a charity gala where the guest was supposed to place checks on their names, their little display plus the public scolding was making the socialites whisper and not in a fond way. Bruce groaned and asked her if there was something to do. "Well, we may need to call for desperate measures," she said nervously. And Bruce nodded for her to continue, "Operation young lovers always helps divert their attention and you know how much they eat it up every time..." She finished. Bruce looked at Dick and Yn tiredly and whispered a small please. Yn and Dick nodded. They knew what their roles were whenever it came to desperate measures in galas, didn't matter how they felt at the moment. Yn looked at Diana, who squeezed her hand and left to tell the band to change the song. Yn whispered something to Wally and Dick turned to Kory, "Sorry, Kor. This calls for desperate measures" he said and the girl reluctantly nodded, knowing that she shouldn't cause a scene in public. Dick walked towards Yn and placed his hand for her to take, "May I have this dance, Miss Prince?" he said loudly, making the elders around them gasp and smile. "You may, Mr. Grayson," she said softly and placed her hand on his. He could feel his senses tingling with her touch alone. He pulled her to the center of the ballroom floor and everyone made way for them. They stood in front of each other waiting for the waltz to begin. He placed one hand on her waist as she placed the hand that wasn't on his, on his shoulder.

"you ready?" he whispers softly, lowering his head so only you listen to him. You nod, too taken by his scent and touch to even speak.

"Don't speak

No don't try, Its been a secret for the longest time"

You begin to dance. You try to avoid his eyes at all costs. You knew that once you looked at those baby blues, you'd be gone. Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that when you dance avoiding his eyes, the flow of the waltz is not natural and sauve, its a little choppy.

"Yn, sweetheart, I need you to look at me," Dick says softly again and you shake your head softly. He sighs, "You know, you can trust me on this, bug, we've been partners ever since forever. Just trust me" he says, taking the hand on your waist and tilting your head so that you meet his gaze.

"Don't run,

No, don't hide, been running from it for the longest time"

Your (e/c) eyes meet his, its a dance of precaution, restraint, and, danger. His gaze softens, and he smiles once your gaze stays on his, "There we go"

"So many morning i woke up confused,

in my dreams, I do anything I want to you"

He twirls her and when he brings her back, he pulls her closer than she was before. They remain with their eyes locked. They begin to dance more fluidly. The people around them suddenly disappear and it felt as if they were the only two in the room. Dick breathes her in, trying to memorize how her body feels on his. Yn eyes soften (enter kate sharma's gaze) "why won't you let me go?" she whispers.

"My emotions are naked, they're taking me out of my mind"

She wanted to hear it. She knew it was wrong and he was in a relationship but she wanted to hear it. Maybe have some hope that he felt the same. She wanted to hear that he wanted her and that's why he couldn't let go. She wanted to hear that he craved her just as she craved him. The music began to speed up just a little, but they didn't miss a beat. The perfect waltz.

Dick looked at her and his eyes, glossed just a little. "We work together Yn, I don't think that we could ever escape each other" he answered and held her other hand. They pushed against each other, stretching their hands, and pulled back, now walking in circles. Yn hummed unconvinced and looked in his eyes, wanting sincerity.

"Right now I'm shameless,

screaming my lungs out for ya, not afraid to face it"

"I'm not convinced" she replied with a sing-song tone and he twirled her and they went to position one again. He looked away and she smiled softly. She taunted, "You have to look at me, Pajarito" and he turned to her again, "you have to trust me" she finished and he smirked. This woman..

"I need you more than I want to,

Need you more than I want to"

"Why are you not convinced?" he asked and Yn had an internal debate. Should she be bold, should she cower away? She had been thinking of confronting him for a while but Kory was always with him. Chances were she wasn't going to get another opportunity to have him alone, just to herself. Fuck it...I want answers

"Show me you're shameless,

write it on my neck, why don't ya"

He dips you and you hum cheekily, "I think you can't stay away from me and that's why you do not want to let me go." When he pulls you back up, Yn slid her hand from his shoulder to his neck, right on top of his pulse point. You felt his heartbeat get faster and smirked at him. Pink dusted his cheeks as chills go down his spine. He pulls you closer and grips your waist tighter.

"And I won't erase it,

I need you more than I want to"

"I..." he gulps, "I don't know what you are talking about," he said with his head a little cloudy. She began to twirl the hairs on the back of his head. "Do you not, Richard? " she said and got closer to his ear, "teams have been broken and replaced, people have left and returned, yet I ask you to leave, and you resist? hmmm, I think it's more" and Dick's eyes roll back, he closes them, and groans, all the restraint he had was failing little by little. She pulled back, happy with the reaction she got, and threw her head back as they danced. "Why do you want to leave so bad?" he asks, finally looking back at her, giving her puppy eyes, soft and vulnerable.

"Need you more than I want to

nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now"

"Why does it matter?" she quips back and he twirls her again, wanting to catch a break from her intoxicating presence. Once she is back in position, he answers, "Why would you ever want to leave?"

"Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now

Nuh-uh, uh-uh, don't wanna do this now"

"I don't want to leave, darling" she softly laughs but then turns somber, "I want this confusion to end.." Dick takes a sharp breath, "What's confusing?" he asks. Surely she can't mean what he thought... She looks at him again wondering if she should answer

"So we're there,

Now, it's real"

"Yn, what confusion, what do you mean? Dick asks desperately. 'Tell me what I want to hear and I'll do anything for you' he thought. 'Is it worth it?' she thought. The world around them was lost. No one mattered except for the person in front of them.

"And i'm tired of loving somebody that's not mine"

"Richard-" "-Yes", he was desperate, tell me, tell me that you want me just as much as I want you. "Why do you care If I leave you?" she asks, eyes a bit glossy. She felt as if she wanted to throw up, scream, cry, all of the above? He takes a deep breath and squeezes her waist, "I'm afraid of the man I could become if you are gone.." Deranged. That was what he would be. Completely lost, absolutely gone. He was so used to orbiting around her light, whether it warmed or burned him, that if she was gone he would be insane. Her eyes snapped to his, searching for lies and she found none, "Don't leave me to burn alone" he whispered looking at her tenderly, desperately, lovingly, lost with no plans of returning.

"There's just inches in between us,

I want you to give in, I want you to give in"

Dick took her in his arms and lifted her. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked down at him, both never breaking eye contact. She slowly started sliding down, Dick always keeping a hold on her, making sure the move looked smooth. Her body pressing against his deliciously.

"There is tension in between us,

I JUST WANNA GIVE IN"

Once she was on the floor, he slid his hands up from her waist, raising her arms. The two had their hands up, intertwined. They were pressed against each other as they walked in circles. Faces inches apart, he nuzzled his nose to hers, and she hummed, her heart in her throat. The world around them lost and forgotten. He flips her and now she was with her back to him, both of her arms extended, his hands on hers again. They keep on dancing and he lowers his head, almost placing it on her shoulder

"And I don't care if I'm forgiven"

"Tell me, Yn, what your confusion is, I'll clear it up, I swear, I will clear it up, ask anything, and it's yours" he whispers, voice raspy from the intensity of his emotions at the moment. 'What if what I want to ask for is you' She thinks. He flips her again and presses her against him. They waltz once again, but in a different position. His hand is between her shoulder blades, thumb caressing her back. Her arm is on top of his, hand placed once again on his pulse. Their other arms stretched into a straight line. This allowed them to get even closer.

"Right now, I'm shameless,

Screaming my lungs out for ya,

Not afraid to face it,

I need you more than I want to"

Dick twirls her and finally dips her. The song came to an end. When he pulls her back, they let go of each other, absolutely breathless. They stay standing in front of each other, gazes locked unable to look away. The ballroom is silent for a moment before it erupts in applause. They both snap out of it and look away, finally remembering where they were. Dick coughs and looks at Yn, who is hugging herself, smiling bashfully at their public and blushing. He smiles softly before he turns his eyes to inspect the crowd and there he sees it. The one thing he absolutely forgot. Kory.

"Show me you're shameless,

write it on my neck why don't ya

and I won't erase it"

He sees her fuming, anger and sadness present in her eyes. He starts to walk towards her but she storms off to the gardens. He knows that the fight is inevitable. He turns back to Yn, who is looking towards where Kory disappeared to. She then makes eye contact with him and looks away quickly. He goes to reach out to her but she hurries away from the crowd directly to where Barbara and Diana were standing. Diana gives her a knowing look and Barbara has her mouth open. She quickly takes Barbara's hand and rushes both of them out as she gives Diana a look that says, 'I'll tell you later when I sort it out'. Diana nods and begins to mingle again. Everyone goes back to their usual, chatting about the two young lovers and how it was always pleasant and most satisfying to see them dance. Dick looks back at his family, who are all looking at him in awe, wonder, surprise, concern, and shock. He turns to Wally who gestures to where Kory left and mouths, 'Fix that first." Dick nods and begins to walk over to the gardens. Would he be able to fix something that was cursed to fail?

"I need you more than I want to

I NEED you more than I want to"

[mydarllinglover]

Alone || Picture to Burn

Previous

"So first I say something I've never done and if you have, you drink, and if you haven't, I drink. Then we switch" Beth explained the rules to Daryl. 

She had quickly got bored of their silent drinking, convincing the adults to play a drinking game around the table.

"You really don't know this game?" Beth asked.

"I never needed a game to get lit before."

"Seriously?" Natalia asked.

"Wait, are we starting?" Beth thought Daryl's reply was the start of never have I ever.

"How do you know this game?" He pointed at the blonde.

"My friends played. I watched. How do you know this game?" She asked Natalia.

"I was a teenage girl once."

"Okay. I'll start." Beth decided, she thought about it for a little bit. "I've never shot a crossbow. So now you drink."

Natalia didn't drink.

"Aint much of a game." Daryl said, picking up his drink and taking a sip.

"That was a warm up, now you go." Beth nodded at Daryl.

"I don't know."

"Just say the first thing that pops into your head."

"You don't have to think that hard about it." Natalia told him. 

"I've never been out of Georgia."

Natalia drunk.

"Really? Okay, good one." Beth then took a sip. "Okay, Nat, your turn."

Natalia clapped her hands together as she thought.

"Uhm... I've never lived on a farm." She shrugged, knowing this was something both of them did, even if it did end badly.

Beth and Daryl both drank, then it was Beth's turn again. 

"I've never... been drunk and did something I regretted."

Both Daryl and Natalia drunk

"I've done a lot of things." Daryl said.

"What did you do?" Beth asked Natalia.

"Well, incredibly embarrassing, I flashed a house party when I was 17, at the exact moment the cops decided to shut it down, as I was stood on the table with bra in hand... not my proudest moment."

"Did you get in trouble?" Beth asked, looking at her with wide eyes.

"Daryl, its your turn." Natalia turned to the redneck. 

"I've never been on vacation."

"What about camping?" Beth asked.

"No, that was just something I had to learn... to hunt."

"Your dad teach you?"

"Mhm."

"Okay." Beth shrugged as the two women drank. "Nat."

"Eurgh, uhm. I don't know, I've never rode a bike."

"Do you know how?" Beth asked.

"Nope, my dad died before he could teach me, so I never learned... my stepdad tried once but I kinda hated him as a kid."

"Why?"

"Cause my dad was dead and this random guy had moved into my house, also I was six. Once I grew up, he was cool." Natalia shrugged. "I was a total raging bitch to him, he was better than my moms other boyfriends, though.

"Did you have any siblings?" She then went on, Natalia kinda wished she'd just get on with her turn.

"No. I was enough for her, apparently too much." She scoffed.

Beth nodded, as her and Daryl drank. "I've never been in jail. I mean, as a prisoner."

Natalia could sense the change in Daryl's demeaner, but Beth hadn't seemed to clock on when she let out a short laugh.

"Is that what you think of me?" Daryl asked her.

"I didn't mean anything serious. I just thought, you know, like the drunk tank. Nat didn't you?"

"No, they took me home." She shook her head, picking at her fingers as the awkward tension surfaced.

"Even my dad got locked up for it back in the day." Beth tried playing her question off.

"Drink up." Daryl told her.

"Wait. Prison guard. Were you a prison guard before?"

Natalia rubbed her brow, wishing the girl would admit defeat.

Daryl stared at her before answering.

"No."

"It's your turn again."

Daryl tapped the table, standing up.

"I'm gonna take a piss." He decided walking across the room, dropping his glass down on the floor and letting it smash. 

"You have to be quiet." Beth reminded, her nerves picking up at the worry of walkers.

"Can't hear ya! I'm taking a piss!" Daryl raised his voice.

"Daryl, don't talk so loud." Beth continued.

"Beth, stop." Natalia tried to warn, keeping her voice low.

"What, are you my chaperone now?" He looked over his shoulder.

He zipped his pants up, turning around.

"Oh wait. It's my turn, right?" He asked rhetorically. "I've never, uh..."

"Daryl, just stop." Natalia told the man with a sigh, but he ignored her.

"I've never eaten frozen yogurt. Never had a pet pony. Never got nothing from Santa Claus." He smacked a chair. "Never relied on anyone for protection before. Hell, I don't think I've ever relied on anyone for anything."

"Daryl."

"Never sung out in front of a big group out in public like everything was fun. Like everything was a big game. I sure as hell never cut my wrists looking for attention." He sneered.

Natalia whipped her head to look at the pair, Beth looked humiliated that he said that.

"Daryl, you made your point." Natalia stood up. "Shut up."

The walker that was outside started snarling loudly, banging on the door.

"Oh, sounds like our friend out there is trying to call all of his buddies."

"Daryl, just shut up." Beth hissed.

He grabbed his crossbow from the hook it was hanging from, pointing at Beth.

"Hey, you never shot a crossbow before? I'm gonna teach you right now."

He grabbed her wrist, pulling her up and kicking the door open. 

"We should stay inside. Daryl, cut it out!" Beth tried to wiggle out of his grip. "Daryl!"

Natalia rushed after them, wishing they never played the stupid game.

"Dumbass. Come here dumbass." Daryl called to the walker, shooting an arrow into the walkers shoulder, pinning him to a piece of wood.

"Daryl."

"You want to shoot?"

"I- I don't know how" Beth's voice was shaky.

"Oh, it's easy. Come here. Right corner." He grabbed Beth, pretending to teach her how to use it as he shot another arrow.

She pushed him off of her.

"Let's practise later."

"Daryl, leave her alone." Natalia told him.

"Come on, it's fun. You're the one who keeps saying she needs to learn to take care of herself."

"Just stop it. Daryl." Beth cried out, as he reloaded.

"Come here." He pulled her towards him again, demonstrating as he shot it in the leg. "8 Ball."

"Just kill it!"

"Come here, Greene. Let's pull these out. Get a little more target practise." He walked towards the walker, but Natalia stopped him, running in front and plunging her knife in its head.

"What the hell you do that for, we was having fun!" He shouted at her.

"You're being an asshole, stop." She pressed a hand to his shoulder, pushing him away.

"You were being a jackass!" Beth took over. "If anyone found my dad."

"Don't." Daryl turned on her. "That ain't remotely the same."

"Killing them is not supposed to be fun.”

"What do you want from me, girl, huh?"

Natalia walked away, staying towards the door of the house, keeping a lookout whilst they got whatever pent up frustration and anger about Hershel off their chest's, but she could still hear them loud and clear.

"I want you to stop acting like you don't give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It's bullshit!" She screamed.

"Is that what you think?"

"That's what I know."

"You don't know nothing."

"I know you look at me and you just see another dead girl, so does Nat, cause I'm not her. I'm not Michonne. I'm not Carol. I'm not Maggie. I've survived and you don't get it 'cause I'm not like you or them. But I made it, and you don't get to treat me like crap just because you're afraid."

"I ain't afraid of nothing." Daryl denied.

"I remember. When that little girl came out of the barn after my mom. You were like me."

Natalia was trying to piece together what Beth was saying, she must've been talking about Sophia.

"And now God forbid you ever let anybody get too close."

"Too close, huh? You know all about that. You lost two boyfriends, you can't even shed a tear. Your whole family's gone, all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch." Daryl raised his voice again.

"Screw you. You don't get it."

"No, you don't get it! Everyone we know Is dead!"

"You don't know that!"

"Might as well be, 'cause you aint never gonna see 'em again. Rick. You ain't never gonna see Maggie again."

"Daryl, just stop."

"No! The Governor rolled right up to our gates. Maybe if I wouldn't have stopped looking. Maybe cause I gave up. That's on me."

"Daryl." Beth tried to argue.

"No." His voice broke. "And your dad. Maybe... Maybe I could have done something."

The arguing had stopped.

Natalia leant against the wood, letting what he had confessed sink in.

It was night time, the three sat on the porch, peacefully in silence, Beth had brought a jar of moonshine, taking small sips now and again.

"We should start a club." Beth sighed.

"What sorta club?" Natalia asked her.

"The dead boyfriend club." Beth said, earning a snort out of the woman. "No offence, Daryl, but you don't qualify to join."

He looked at her, not saying anything.

"Alright Greene, I'll join your club." Natalia offered her hand to shake, which Beth shook. "The dead boyfriend club."

"I get why my dad stopped drinking." Beth admitted.

"You feel sick?" Daryl asked in a quiet voice.

"Nope."

"Be glad if you don't have a hangover in the morning, they suck." Natalia told her.

"I wish I could feel like this all the time." Beth confessed. "That's bad."

"Hmm. You're lucky your a happy drunk."

"Yeah I'm lucky. Some people can be real jerks when they drink."

"Yeah. I'm a dick when I'm drunk."

"Understatement of the year." Natalia commented.

"Merle had this dealer." Daryl started, after another moment of silence. "This janky little white guy. A tweaker. One day we were over at his house watching TV. Wasn't even noon yet and we were all wasted. Merle was high. We were watching this show and Merle was talking all this dumb stuff about it. And he wouldn't let up. Merle never could. Turns out  it was the tweakers kids favourite show. And he never sees his kids, so, he felt guilty about it or something."

Natalia started picking at her fingers as he talked.

"So he punches Merle in the face. So I started hitting the tweaker, like, hard. As hard as I can. Then he pulls a gun, sticks it right here." He pointed his finger at his temple. "He says, "I'm gonna kill you, bitch." So Merle pulls his gun on him. Everyone's yelling. I'm yelling. I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog."

"How'd you get out of it?" Beth asked.

"The tweaker punched me in the gut. I puked. They both started laughing and forgot all about it." He finished his story. "You wanna know what I was before all this? I was just drifting around with Merle, doing whatever he said we were gonna be doing that day. I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole, and an even bigger asshole for a brother."

"You miss him, don't you?"

Natalia remembered that day, when her and Daryl found him, how she held him as he cried, then they got up and went back to the prison, never speaking about it again.

"I miss Maggie. I miss her bossing me around. I miss my big brother Shawn. He was so annoying and overprotective. And my dad. I thought, I hoped he just live the rest of his life in peace, you know? I thought Maggie and Glenn would have a baby. And he'd get to be a grandpa. And we'd have birthdays and holidays and summer picnics. And he'd get really old. And it'd happen, but it'd be quiet. it'd be okay." He'd be surrounded by people he loved." She laughed for a little bit, looking away from the other two. "That's how unbelievably stupid I am." She choked up, taking a swig of moonshine.

"You're not stupid." Natalia shook her head.

"That's how it was supposed to be." Daryl added.

"I wish I could just, change."

"You did." 

"Not enough."

"Not like you. Either of you. It's like, you were made for how things are now."

"I changed cause I lost the most precious thing in my life, I had to, cause who I was before, that wasn't enough, then a lot of bad shit happened in those 5 months I was by myself, I was forced into it." Natalia sighed. "Doesn't mean it was necessarily all for good."

"And, I'm just used to it, things being ugly." Daryl said. "Growing up in a place like this."

"Well, you got away from it." Beth tried to have a positive outlook.

"I didn't" Daryl denied. 

"You did."

"Maybe you got to keep reminding me sometimes."

"No. You can't depend on anybody for anything, right?" Beth reminded. "I'll be gone someday."

"Stop."

"Don't say that." Natalia looked at her.

"I will."

"You're gonna be the last man standing, and the last woman." Daryl stared at her, whilst Natalia shook her head. "You are. You're both gonna miss me so bad when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon and Natalia Moore."

"You ain't a happy drunk at all.”

"Yeah, I'm happy. I'm just not blind."

"Must be good moonshine, then." Natalia joked.

"You gotta stay who you are, not who you were. Places like this, you have to put it away."

"What if you can't?”

"You have to." Beth finalised. "Or it kills you." She pointed at her heart. "Here."

"We should go inside." Daryl decided.

"We should burn it down."

"Beth." Natalia went to disagree, but stopped herself.

Daryl stood up, grabbing the jar of moonshine.

"We're gonna need more booze." Daryl said, heading back inside.

Beth followed, then Natalia got up, trailing along.

The three undid the tops of the moonshine, splashing it across the place, covering the cabin in the liquid.

Natalia picked up the gun, putting it back around her shoulders, tying the crewneck jumper she picked up from the country club, around her waist, then continued.

They then continued to pour the last few jars on the porch, throwing the jars and letting them smash into thousands of pieces.

Daryl dug through his bag, picking up a box of matches and handing it to the teen.

"You wanna?" He asked her.

"Hell yeah." She grinned, taking the box and lighting a match.

He held out a wad of cash, letting her light it on fire, then he threw it at the cabin.

The three watched in victory as flames licked up the wood.

They then walked further away, knowing it was going to attract walkers, but stalled for a moment, continuing to gaze at the flames.

Beth smiled triumphantly, flipping the cabin off, then nudged the two next to her, gesturing for them to copy, which they did.

Natalia noticed the undead start to arrive.

"Gotta go." She muttered, turning back around and heading through the woods, Beth, pushed forward by Daryl, followed, him right behind her.

When the sky was blue, once again, Daryl decided to teach Beth how to use his crossbow properly, as well, how to track.

Natalia had enough lessons from the man about tracking, that she could handle, everything was a lesson if he was bored enough.

"Are we close?" Beth asked.

"Almost done." Daryl said in a low voice.

"How do you know?"

"The signs are all there." He explained. "Just got to know how to read 'em."

Beth lowered the crossbow, continuing the walk.

"What are we tracking?" She asked.

"You tell me." Beth turned around to look at him pointedly. "You're the one who wanted to learn."

"Use your surroundings, look at the clues oh young one." Natalia said in a deep wise voice, gesturing her arms around theatrically.

"I am." She glared at the woman, but turned to look at the ground. "Well, something came through here. The pattern is all zig-zaggy. It's a walker." Beth smiled.

"Maybe its a drunk." Daryl scratched his beard.

"I'm getting good at this." She ignored him. "Pretty soon I won't need you at all."

"Yeah, keep on tracking." He dismissed.

"Don't worry, I'll always need you." Natalia nudged him, teasingly. "Who else will skin animals for me, cause it's too gross."

"Whatever." He elbowed her back.

The three found Beth's walker, it was on its knees, eating something.

"It's got a gun." Beth pointed out, she raised the crossbow, aiming it at the walker as she inched closer.

Natalia pulled out a knife, just in case she needed to get involved, not like she didn't have faith in the girl, but you couldn't be too careful these days.

Beth continued to walk towards the walker, until something clanged, causing the girl to fall over just behind the feasting walker, catching his attention.

She managed to shoot the crossbow as he stood up, but it only flew into its cheek, not managing to do the job.

The two adults ran forward, Daryl yanked the crossbow out of the teenagers grasp, knocking the walker over the head with it as Natalia ran to Beth's aid, she managed to get her foot stuck in a foothold trap.

She tried to figure out what to do, but didn't have a clue to help the girl.

"Daryl." She called to him, who quickly turned around and dropped to the floor to help.

He undid the trap smoothly, pulling it off of Beth.

"Can you move it?" He asked as she tried to roll her ankle around.

"Yeah." Beth hesitated.

"We should wrap it, but we don't have anything, shit." Natalia cursed under her breath.

"Come on. We'll find a place." Daryl decided standing up and helping Beth.

He wrapped a hand around her side as she put an arm around his shoulders, so he could support her, Natalia took the lead, her knife in hand and keeping an eye out for walkers or shelter.

They left the woods, getting to a graveyard.

"Can we " Beth stilled. "Can we hold up a sec?"

Natalia turned around to see what was going on. 

"You alright?" Daryl asked her.

"I just need to sit down." Beth clarified.

Daryl tapped Natalia with his crossbow, gesturing for her to take it, which she did.

"Alright. Hold up." He said, before kneeling down in front of Beth his back to her. "Hop on."

"Are you serious?" Beth asked him.

"Yeah. This is a serious piggyback. Jump up." He told her.

Beth did as she was told, hopping onto his back so that he could carry her the rest of the way.

"You're heavier than you look." He mused. As the two continued to walk.

"Maybe there are people there."

"Yeah, if there are, I'll handle them."

"Or I'll kill them." Natalia shrugged.

"There are still good people, y'know."

"I don't think the good ones survive." Daryl thought out loud.

"Or they live long enough to grow out of it." Natalia added.

They walked past the graves, before Beth jumped down from Daryl's back, stopping in front of one headstone in particular.

Daryl took a step back, bending down to pull at some flowers, before moving towards the headstone and laying them on top.

The headstone was dedicated to a beloving father.

Beth reached out, lacing her fingers with each person who was stood by her side, as they took a moment of silence for the man who was brutally lost.

Eventually, they got their barings and carried on, Beth had hopped back on to Daryl's back.

Natalia reached the door of the tall white house first, pushing it open and banging hard on the wall.

Nothing stirred in the house.

Daryl stepped forward, letting out a sharp whistle.

"Give it a minute." He said.

They entered the quiet house, not seeing signs of anything, but it was remarkably clean and well kept.

"Its so clean." Beth spoke Natalia's thoughts out loud.

"Yeah. Someone's been tending to it." Daryl said, as he looked around, still. "May still be around."

He walked into one room, the other two followed.

It was set up like a funeral, chairs sat In lines, facing an open casket, a body sat inside.

"Not creepy at all." Natalia commented.

Daryl ran his fingers across the mans face, his skin was mushy, and moved with his touch.

They left the room, exploring the house more and found a staircase that went down.

Another room contained dead bodies in suits, but it looked like a work lab.

Daryl went through the cupboards.

"Lets get that ankle wrapped." He told Beth, finding what he needed.

Beth and Natalia were too busy staring at the bodies.

"Looks like somebody ran out of dolls to dress up." Daryl said.

"It's beautiful." Beth corrected.

"It's making my bones itchy." Natalia shivered.

"Whoever did this cared. They wanted these people to get a funeral. They remembered these things were people before all this. They didn't let it change them in the end. Don't you think that's beautiful." Beth asked.

"I don't like to think about it too much." Natalia dismissed, walking back upstairs.

Natalia found the kitchen, rifling through the cupboards, when Daryl and Beth finally made it back upstairs.

"You find anything?" Beth asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know if it's much good, or just proving that whoever lives here is a psychopath." Natalia replied, showing off the full cupboard of; Pigs feet, Peanut butter and Jelly, diet soda.

"That's a white trash brunch right there." Daryl took a jar of Peanut butter.

"It all looks good to me."

"No, hold up." Daryl paused. "Ain't a spec of dust on this.”

"So?"

"That means somebody just put it here."

"And they couldn't of got better stuff?" Natalia asked. "I'm allergic to peanuts."

"Nah, this is someone's stash. Maybe they're still alive." Daryl explained. "Alright, we'll take some of it and we'll leave the rest, all right?"

Beth put a can down, before smiling at Daryl. "I knew it."

"Knew what?" Daryl asked her.

"It's like I said. There are still good people."

Daryl undid a jar of jelly, dipping his fingers in before pouring it into his mouth.

"Gross." Beth moved away, undoing a jar of peanut butter.

"Hey, those pigs feet are mine." Daryl claimed.

"And I'll have... diet soda." Natalia sighed, taking down a bottle.

"Are you seriously allergic to peanuts?" Beth asked, making sure to keep the jar far away, and not contaminate any area's.

"Deadly serious." Natalia blinked. "It's genetic, my dad was too."

"Was your kid allergic?" She asked.

"I'm gonna set up some cans outside, make sure we'll know if anyone comes by." Natalia walked out the room, dodging her question.

Natalia was tying a string full of cans to the banister of the porch, when Daryl stepped outside.

"Hey." He announced his presence.

"I'm almost done." She told him.

"Came to check you were alright."

"Fine." Natalia replied, pushing hair out of her face.

"If she upset you, she didn't mean to."

"No, no, she's good, I'm fine, honest."

"Alright." Daryl, picked at his fingers, finally deciding to come clean after nearly seven months.

"Are you alright?" Natalia asked, finished with her job and wondering why he was still hovering.

"Yeah, I got something for you."

"If it's peanut butter, I wasn't kidding." She pointed at him.

"Nah, but it reminded me of something." He chewed on his thumbnail. "Been holding onto something for a while."

"Uhm, okay?" Natalia said, nervous about where this was going.

Daryl searched one of his pockets, pulling out something.

"Y'know when Judith was born, and we went to that place to get her formula."

"Yeah " The place where she confessed to Daryl about her past. 

He shuffled around before deciding to slap the picture in her hand, waiting for a reaction.

Natalia could read the words on the back, preparing herself to turn it around.

"Why do you have this?" Natalia asked, her voice was small and meek.

"Found it in that kitchen." He confessed.

"But why do you have it?" She repeated her question.

"I thought maybe you'd want it or something."

"You've had this for seven months, why are you only now giving it to me?"

"I was planning on it ages ago, but then after everything, I forgot."

"But its been in your pocket this whole time." She stared at the picture, her finger running over it. "You had no right to have this"

Daryl was thrown off by this.

"Huh?"

"Daryl, there's a reason I didn't take it." She looked at him through her lashes. "I can't believe you."

"I thought you'd want it to remember her."

"You thought wrong. What? You expected me to want to remember that she's been dead for 15 months, that she suffered and was ripped apart by her own father cause I was stupid enough to pick fault in the middle of shit? That she cried and my mind chose to blank it out, cause my mother told me "Don't go to her every time she cries, she'll just get clingy, like I was." I'll never get her back, I'll never forget that night or how, how-" Her voice cracked, she couldn't finish her sentence. "I can't look at this without imagining what she looked like when she..."

"Nat " Daryl went to touch her, but stopped himself.

"I'm sorry." She covered her face, wiping at her eyes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"S'fine." He shook his head, looking anywhere but at her.

Natalia took a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself.

"Have you still got those matchsticks?" She asked.

"Why?"

"I never let myself mourn her, and I want to burn the picture, as, like, a last send off or something, I don't know, it's stupid."

"Mhmm nah, it ain't stupid" he disagreed, digging around in his pockets for the box of match sticks, handing it to her.

"You can go inside, thank you though, and sorry." She said, climbing over the string of cans to sit on the steps.

Daryl stepped over as well, joining her.

"You were there for me, when Merle... so I'm here for you." He looked at her.

"Okay, whatever." She brushed off, setting the picture down on the ground.

Her hands shook as she pulled a matchstick out, flicking it against the rough side of the box, before hovering it over the corner of the picture and watching it catch the flame and begin to fold from the heat.

Natalia then dug through on of the pockets in her cargos, bringing out a box of cigarettes, placing one between her lips and offering one to Daryl, who took one, before using the still lit matchstick to light his then hers.

"To Winnie." She sighed, inhaling the smoke.

The two sat out there and smoked, whilst watching the photograph of Natalia's past disintegrate, much like the cabin in the woods for Daryl.

Daryl tensed up when the woman leaned her head on his arm, linking hers through his elbow, but refused to let himself think much of it.

Next

[malinaa]

as a hunger games and shadow and bones enjoyer, thoughts on a malina thg au, where they’re both tributes for 12?? mal is so peeta “boy next door, boy with the bread” energy

please just the thought of malina in the games makes me sob 😭 alina wouldn’t volunteer because honestly the only person she would volunteer for would be mal (and vice versa). i think at that point alina is just praying to anyone who would listen that let it not be mal let it not be mal not him please not him. but then d12’s escort calls out, “malyen oretsev” and her world crumbles before her eyes.

one of the big differences from everlark is def that malina’s romance dynamic is switched, on the surface at least. alina’s love for mal is so so so evident in the beginning of s&b but you don’t really get mal reciprocating that love until the latter half of the book (mal has been in love w her since he was literally a child.. peetacoded fr but he didn’t like act on it until he realized that he lost her … katnisscoded 🤭).

anyway everyone in d12 knows that they’re in love with each other but the other doesn’t know so the star-crossed lovers angle could still be played. mal is DEFINITELY charming and handsome enough to get the capitol eating off his hand (that one quote in s&s that’s like if you put him in a fjerdan camp he’ll come back on their shoulders etc etc). i think what spark’s the capitol’s interest in them is their closeness. that spark gets fanned into a flame when the tiny slip of a girl from district 12 got a high training score and idk if there’d be any grisha power in this au so use ur imagination. when the interviews roll around, i think alina would talk about mal in a way that makes the interviewer’s eyes gleam but they run out of time before they get to the Big Question. then mal’s interview rolls around and he charms everyone in the audience and when the interviewer asks, “and alina? you two are childhood friends, you grew up together. what was it like being reaped together?” and mal gives everyone a sad smile and says instead, “let me tell you a little story. i was never a brave kid.” and he laughs, self-deprecating. everybody’s attention is on him, their dissent rumbling through the air because there’s no way a d12 kid with a relatively high training score (i’m shooting for a 9 maybe. peeta’s 8 would be good too) wouldn’t be brave. “alina would argue with me just like you all are doing, but i swear it’s true. i was weak. afraid of the dark. the orphanage ran out of candles once during a storm and i couldn’t sleep and even though she was in a completely different part of the building, she knew that i had a fear of the dark, so she ran out in the middle of the night and traded some of her old clothes for a single candle. she slipped into my room, all wet from the rain but i didn’t care. alina lit the candle and all i could think was, ‘she’s so much braver than me.’ she gave me light.” mal locks his gaze with the interviewer. “she is my light.” anddddd time’s up!

the capitol’s abuzz with mal’s declaration. they feel like he’s def in love with her (he is) and she doesn’t know it (she doesn’t—probably thinks he’s playing it up for the camera for sponsors) etc etc. the games start idk they’d try to stick with each other and the gamemakers have sick fun trying to pull them apart just so that a reunion would boost ratings. mal keeps finding extreme ways to help alina and keep her safe and she’s doing the same, but mal is a good soldier. he probably downplayed his skills in training to everyone, even her because he’s a damn good shot and a damn good hunter. the 2 winners from the same district announcement gets made and they run with more vigor to find each other but when they do, they obviouslyyyyy need to have The Cave Scene so mal is injured by a mutt or something idk. the story that mal tells in the cave that gets them a Feast would probably be the similar one that peeta gave (“your hair was in two braids instead of one” blah blah) but mal’s version of probably an amalgamation of something similar to alina cutting up her hand and when baby mal said “i’m going to marry alina” and he definitelyyyyyy tucks alina’s hair back and whispers, “i wanted more for you. a white veil in your hair. vows we could keep.” and they Kiss blah blah u get it. they risk their lives for each other again, at the end mal grabs alina’s hand and positions the knife to his chest but alina throws the knife away and blah blah nightlock or whatever it could be something else. regardless they LIVE and boom. end of book 1 🙏

or you could have a thg malina au with grisha powers (but they’re hidden/not in the capitol maybe or idk) and mal does shove the knife into his heart and alina like Bursts into light and they get miraculously saved by her light and d13 rescues them idk

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Fifty-Seven

Flashback

Ellie

Ellie and Riley sneaked into the mall. The mall once held infected back when the outbreak happened. FEDRA corralled them all into the mall when they were building the QZ. At the time, it was the best option, and it stayed that way for years until they finally cleared it out.

This wasn't the first time Ellie and Riley had been inside the old long forgotten mall. There used to be a FEDRA soldier who camped out inside to keep people from trespassing. He used to have a horse, but he was no longer around, and neither was the horse. Ellie had visited him often. Now, his stuff was just abandoned and left to rot like everything else in the world.

They walked around the mall, Riley in the lead. “Where are you taking me?” Ellie asked. Riley smiled, “You'll see.” They walked up a flight of escalators and to Raja's Arcade. Coins littered the once dark carpet with bright colors sprinkled into it. Some games were busted, but others were left as they had been twenty years ago. They weaved through them and came to a stop. “Close your eyes,” Riley told Ellie.

Ellie looked at her suspiciously, “Why?” She asked. Riley just rolled her eyes and said, “Just close them. It's a surprise.”Ellie sighed but closed her eyes and let her best friend guide her through the machines. When they came to a stop, Riley positioned her before telling her to open her eyes again. Ellies vision came into focus once more, and when it did, she couldn't believe what was in front of her. “The Turning.”

“Oh, man, I wish I could play this!” Ellie said, hitting the buttons and pretending to play. She thought kids were so lucky back before Cordyceps. They had all this cool stuff like arcades like this, and she even heard that they had something called games consoles in their homes. “You can close your eyes.” Ellie looked at Riley and slowly closed her eyes. Riley started to paint a picture of what was happening, giving Ellie instructions on what to do during the combat. And Ellie could easily see it in her mind. Angel knives fighting against the opponent.

After the arcade, they walked around more, Riley again in the lead. In the middle of the mall was a carousel. It had always fascinated Ellie, but at the same time, she never understood why it did or why people enjoyed it so much. “Stay here,” Riley told her, walking backward. “Where are you going?” She only got a smile before Riley disappeared around the corner. Five minutes later, the carousel was being lit up along with part of the mall. “Whoa!”

“Want to ride it?” She spun around to see Riley walking towards her. “I thought the mall didn't have any electricity?” Riley came up beside her, “It didn't until a couple of weeks ago. Well, not the whole mall but part of it. So, you wanna try it out?” She smiled at Ellie and walked over to the controls. With a flip of a switch and a press of a button, the carousel started to slow spin, music floated out from the middle and filled Ellie's ears. She looked at it wide-eyed. “Come on!” Riley said, holding her hand out for Ellie to take.

Present

Yn

“I stood beside Ellie on the platform beside the generator. Shadows moved in the darkness in front of us. The loading dock area was at least mid calf to knee high. “We need gas to turn this generator on,” Ellie whispered. She walked over and picked up a small red gas can that sat behind us. I pulled my gun, took the magazine out, and checked how much ammo I had. I snapped it back in and looked at Ellie. “I only have five left.” Her grip on her gun tightened, and she nodded, “I have three left,” she said.

“Okay, we take care of them and then check these trucks for gas. You stay near me, understand?” She nodded her head, and we went to work, killing all the infected. There were three stalkers and one clicker. After checking each truck, we finally found one that had a little gas in it to start the generator. The only problem now was we could go back the way we came since the water was electrified since a lone cable hung from the ceiling an inch from the water.

Flashback

2005 /Yn

“I feel like we're in Dawn of The Dead,” I said to Joel as we walked around the mall we were taking shelter in for the night. “Kind of glad that remake never got to see the light of day,” he said. I hummed in agreement and walked over to the first store I saw. Well, it wasn't actually a store; it’s an arcade. Totally Retro Arcade. It was the first thing that caught my eye.

The lights in the mall were still on even after almost two years. The arcade was dark, and the only lights coming from it were the bright neon colors from the games and signs. The floor was black and had colorful confetti like shapes on it. The shapes almost looked like they glowed under the neon lights. “Oh, man! Look at this place!” I turned to Joel, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the arcade.

“We can't be getting distracted…” I cut him off by holding a hand up. “Stop being such a buzzkill, Joel. Just because the world is being taken over by fungus controlled freaks doesn't mean we can't still enjoy life once in a while. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't bring back memories for you! Going to the arcade and spending your allowance on games. Or were you one of those boring following the rules kind of the kids?”

“I wasn't boring,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don't believe you…old man,” I said. I turned around and headed deeper into the arcade. I squealed when two hands landed on my waist, and his lips grazed the skin on my neck. “I'll show you just how not boring I am. You're gonna pay for calling me an old man.” I laughed, pulling out of his grasp to spin around and look at him. “Sure you can catch me…old man?” He narrowed his eyes at me, “You have three seconds to run,” he said in a low husky voice that sent shivers all over my body. I smiled, turned, and ran.

Present

Yn

“How are we getting out of here?” Ellie asked. I walked over to the gate that caged in the controls to the building. I pressed the green button, a buzz sound, and the door opened open. “Up that ladder,” I pointed to the ladder inside and then pointed above us. “We'll have to be really careful, but we should be able to walk across the ducts to the other side. There should be another door over there,” I told her.

We climbed the ladder, and I let Ellie go first since she was smaller and lighter. “Take your time and be careful. When you're halfway, I will follow.” She nodded her head and climbed onto the duct. I watched with bated breath as she slowly made her way to the other side. When she was halfway there, I took a deep breath and prayed to whoever or whatever would listen and begin my slow, careful journey across the duct work.

There were a couple of times I had to stop and stay completely still because the duct started to shake. But eventually, I got myself across. Once we were on the platform, Ellie and I worked together to clear the stuff that was stacked in front of the door.

[atyourmerci]

† Corruption †

Read pt.1 here

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Summary: After that fateful night when Abby stumbled into your room and began her demise, she follows you into the showers to reconcile her sins

Warnings: smut, MDNI, switch!abby!?!?, switch!reader, heavy religion play indisone, fnv, cunnilingus, dirty talk yurrrr, no use of y/n

A/N: sorry this took 4ever I just really wanted to get this right and I still don’t love it but I must feed my babies. I mightttttt make a pt.3 that’s up to yall but either way I’m going to work on some other stuff so please send in recs!! (Also I know hotels don’t have communal showers just shut up and enjoy the porn:))) 

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Your vision went blurry, plunging you into a coma that kept your breathing synchronized until you couldn’t remember anymore. Maybe all the heavy breathing took you out, maybe God was retaliating at your corruption of his loyal follower. Either way- it was a good way to go out.

When you woke up, severely late at that, there was no sight of Abby, she was gone like the wind. In any normal case, that was what you preferred. The useless banter, awkward cuddling and sentiments were far beyond you. But this felt different- she- was different. Not in a way that you couldn’t have her, an unforbidden love tragedy, but in a way that she altered every being in you. She fucked everything you knew.

Days went by with no interaction; you both avoided each other like the plague. She probably condemned herself the moment she left; fuck she was already in suit of redemption mid orgasm. You avoided her because you knew you couldn’t stop yourself. This wasn’t her way of life- it was yours. Sure, she initiated it, but you reveled in it, got off on it, desired more.

Your thoughts were selfish, self-indulgent, downright merciless. While your days were spent avoiding your unrequited love, your nights had grown breathless as your hand was shoved deep into your panties trying to get yourself off to thoughts of Abby, to no avail. It felt like your karma for fucking God’s favorite devotee. You wished she would hear your aimless attempt, swoop in and return your favor. But she never did, of course she didn’t, she feared her own fucking reflection.

After a week of thoughtless days and sleepless nights you decided to shove the night as far back as possible, stop ruminating on the idea of her. That’s all that night was, a desperate idea of what she could be without moral. That wasn’t the Abby anyone knew, and neither did she.

Friday was terrible, there was an attack at the camp and a few soldiers were pretty bad off. Since you were the only medic, you were tasked with treating multiple injuries at once, scaling them at the urgency of attention. In a sick way, you hoped Abby was hurt. You wished you could have tended to her, even in that light, any way you could get your hands on her.

The only sight of Abby was her bringing in wounded soldiers’ bridal style into your med tent. When she first arrived, it was the first words either of you had spoken in a week, only for her to bark at you about the incident and return with additional members. After she had carried all of them in, she stood and watched you tend to them for a second before you aggressively whipped back to her with a, “I got it, stop breathing down my neck.”

You weren’t trying to be harsh with her, but the last thing you needed was her presence in the wake of this monstrosity. She had already clouded your every thought, and this was not the time to finally have her at the tips of your fingers again.

After hours of stitching, compacting, and amputating wounds you were spent. Blood trailed up and down your body, caked in sweat and dirt. You were barely mobile at this point, but the thought of going to bed decorated with the blood of your friends was unnerving.

You set off to the communal showers in the middle of the rundown hotel, it was so late at this point that you were guaranteed a peaceful shower uninterrupted by any needy suitors. You removed your blood adorned clothes, dropping them to the cold white tiled floor and started the rusty shower head.

The hot water drowns your skin as blood and dirt trail down your body into the drain, you let it soak in your tired flesh as you let the day out of you. You let your fingers run through your tangled hair when you hear a creak of the door open, causing a heavy sigh to linger out of your breath.

The last thing you wanted to do was having to entertain the presence of someone else so you decided to ignore the rustling, continuing to wash through your dirty locks.

Your peace was faltered as you left a breath coming from behind your neck, heavy in almost a pant. You feel strong hands whip you around to face your attacker, and shoved into the cold back tile of the wall sending you into a gasp. Abby stood before you, already stripped of her clothing, the water fell in between your bodies and into your open mouths.

Her hands still gripped at your waist, “touch me and don’t make a fucking sound,” she aggressively whispers low enough so no one could hear, as if it wasn’t the middle of the night, or that the water wouldn’t muffle out any noise, maybe she was that scared of being caught.

“Abby if you think this-“you begin to protest when she cuts you off by pulling you in by your waist to kiss you like a woman starved. It had only been a few days, but she gripped onto you like it had been years, years since she let herself go out of morality. You wanted to stop yourself, tell her you wouldn’t live this lie for her, but your body had a different agenda, it ached for her touch, anything she would give you.

She pulls away from you to simple mutter out a “please,” and you were convinced. It was like a parasite had wormed its way into you, you had gotten just as starved as she was. Without a beat you sunk to your knees as the water flooded your vision, the only sight was her sticky floods pooling between her muscley thighs. You attacked her pussy with your lips spewing a guttural moan out of her lips, she gripped onto your soaked hair for leverage. Her grip on your hair was almost painful but you couldn’t stop lapping her slick into your needy tongue to stop her.

Abby was already shaking from the overstimulation, you couldn’t pace yourself, you needed her to cum for your own validation, to know how much she needed you. Even if she never touched you, you were still fulfilled by the act. “F- fingers pl-ease” she says muffled by the water drenching you. You turn up to watch her plead tongue still deep into her slit, mascara running down your face as the water pelleted your eyes.

“D-ont look at me like th- this,” her mouth agape, she looked like she was crying, maybe she was, maybe it was the hot steam. You run a fat strip from her leaky hole up to her clit never leaving her gaze, she couldn’t look away and neither would you. “What are you going to do if I don’t Anderson?” You say with a cocky smirk and drive your tongue deep into her cunt again making her shake.

With an angered grunt you feel your hair being pulled up so that you’re back to your feet, you let out a wince from the pain before she throws you back onto the tiles, this time you had been too worked up to feel the chill of them on your skin. She places her left hand onto the titles next to your head, the veins in her arms bulging from using them to pull all of your body weight by your hair.

Her chest is flesh with yours that you can feel your bodies breath’s heave back and forth, eyes drilling into each other. “Fingers.” She demands. You didn’t realize you were so in shock by her aggression your hands were pinned at your sides, you moved them down her chest slowly, feeling every chiseled-out crevasse on her. Her breath only becomes more rapid as you draw your fingers closer to her aching cunt.

She whimpers out a “fuck,” as your fingers reattach to her clit, rubbing slow enough to relieve the pain but not enough to get her off. You watch as her head finally drops, and her arm shakes next to your head. Her cross was laid messily on her chest, flipped backwards, you hold back laughter as you think to yourself how God couldn’t watch this right now.

“You like getting fucked by a girl huh Anderson?” You dip your head closer so that you’re in her ear now, “you touch your little pussy every night since I made you cum, yeah?” You taunt and tease her as she whimpers into your ear. “St-op it,” she begs with her head nuzzled into the crook of your neck in a way to almost hide herself.

“Its okay baby, tell me how much you like getting fucked like a godless whore,” you start to circle her clit harder and faster so you can watch how much she likes it. All she can spit out in return is a desperate “fuckkkk,” and you know you’ve broken her. “D- don’t let me cum- I- I don’t deserve it,” she moves her head so you can see her now and begins panting on your lips.

“oh no Im going to enjoy watching you break again,” you say back with a wide grin, reveling in her desperation. You’re ready to dip your fingers into her dripping folds when you feel her free hand travel up your thigh. Her hand finally meets your cunt and she grips it harshly causing you to buck your hips into it.

“A- abby what are you d-doing?” Every emotion hitting you like a ton of bricks. Why was she touching you? This wasn’t her thing, not her job, that was your job. Would you be able to stop her? Control yourself? Let her have you? Why did she feel so fucking good when she was barely touching you?

She continues pulsing her palm into your aching cunt, “just let me try,” she breathes out against your soaked lips. Your fingers begin faltering at her clit, you try continuing your pace but it slows as her palm rubs against you.

She follows your lead by tracing her thick fingers through your slick folds, you bite down on your bottom lip to hold back from exposing yourself. When she begins circling your clit you can’t help but to whimper a choked out, “fuck just like that,” she was doing so well already.

She seemed pleased by her work, letting out a moan that followed your own. She was getting off on your pleasure instead of her own at this point.

You are barely able to keep your pace on her clit anymore, so engulfed by the feeling of her rough fingers on your swollen clit. She removes her fingers from your clit to move your hand off of her own clit, moving it so your palm lay against her chest.

She returns her fingers back so that only you are being pleased by her. You couldn’t believe that this was the first time she had done it, she felt like she was made to touch you, circling your bud like it would bring her to salvation.

Words were barely at the forefront of your mind at this point but you needed to ask her, “di- did you do all of- fuckkkk- ju- just to fuck me?”

She pierces her bright blue eyes into yours to make herself clear, “I worship you,” she says as she dips her long, thick ring and middle fingers deep into your cunt, immediately inching your g spot. The palm of her hand grazing your clit to give just enough friction.

All you can muster up to respond with is a guttural scream that rips through you, causing to use the hand that was placed on the wall to cover your mouth quickly. “Shhhh pretty girl I know I know,” she coos.

You bring her fingers into your mouth for leverage, anything to keep you from losing all control. Her pace quickens as she feels your walls clenching around her dripping fingers. How the fuck does she know you’re close.

As you begin nearing your climax, your mind runs free from all morality, she begin corrupting you just the same, driving out what you knew and replacing it with only her.

You didn’t even know you were doing it, not until she moved her fingers out of your mouth to understand you, “abbyabbyabbyabbyabby” with your eyes rolled, head slack on the tiles you begin worshiping her, praising her ever being like a mantra.

What brought you back to consciousness was the heavy breath and the ringing of your own name in a mantra beside your ear. You had never repented before, but she had begun her reconciliation along with you. If this were to be your religion, you’d give into her over and over again. At your knees to serve her, punished at your wrong doings and give penance for your sins.

“Serve me with your completion, give your god what she deserves,” she demands. You couldn’t disobey your savior, she showed your needy body mercy, and you must obey her.

It all hits you like a wave, all you can see is white as your body trembles under her. You can’t recall screaming but she moves her hand over your mouth. Your entire body shakes as she rides you over your high, kissing your forehead as you bite into her fingers, never letting up on her pace until she knows you can’t take it anymore.

As all of your limbs give out she slowly moves her fingers out of your abused pussy, picking you up before you fall straight into the hard tiles. She gently places you onto the tiles in front of her, holding you by your waist as the water floods from above you.

You try to mumble out something but she stops you with a quick “shhh I’m going to take care of you,” as she begins to wash out your hair gently. You lean your head into the crook of her neck and she lays peppered kisses from your shoulder to your neck.

“Please don’t run off again…” you muster up as she threads her fingers through your hair, “you’re all I know.”

“You’re all I have.”

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[robynbaldurlogs]

baldur log day 1 + 2

day 1 i dont have much to show for this day visually bc i wasnt actively documenting... but essentially, i: made my character, went through the beginning tutorials and stuff, took the little brain guy with me, saved shadowheart, and crashed on the beach. then i stopped playing. here is the only image i took before i got off LOL

day 2 ok. so: shadowheart is cool as fuck. i LOVE her already. cannot wait to strengthen the social link with her or whatever the hell you call it. get the friendship numbers up. this fuckass poem had me dead:

shoutout the bitch queen ig whoever you are. keep serving also i love this fucking guy. i can tell hes a conniving fuck but ohhhh hes kinda hot though!

like why is he kinda cunty. but yea anyways he joined my party. also met this guy. gale. he is strangely charming. but he also gives me zephyr breeze vibes (which is bad) and jack sparrow vibes (which is very good). told my friend speves that and that i thought he looked like a smart himbo and she was like "i dont blame you for that read" + "we'll see" which i Dont Know how to take. my judgements were based off the literal first minute of conversation btw

+ really stupid visual glitch i almost didnt notice. theyre fusing

shadowheart talk your shit man.

"just waiting, like a lovesick puppy?" ...... thats a bad thing? whatever you say man. gonna scare shadowheart with commitment. COMMITMENT JUMPSCARE BOO also little parentheses shadowheart is the most fucking dementia raven way ass name and i love it but it was hard to take it seriously for a little bit. warrior cats ass name. also i got crazy fucking lucky with my rolls. dont have many screenshots but i kept getting high numbers it was lucky as shit up until gale talked to me about needing to consume magical items like crack i read his mind with the mindflayer tadpole and found out it was cus he consumed some crazy ass Dark Magic or something, got a critical failure first, then just used some inspiration i had to get it right, and rolled high as shit LMAO

hit the rolls TWICE btw. read his mind once and then went deeper into his mind which had a 15 dc and got that too. hell yeah baby. also afterwards i was totally honest with him about reading his mind and he freaked the fuck out which fair i read your mind. i get it. but still

then i calmed him down by being like "hey man i had to know. youre dangerous" and passed the persuasion check :sunglasses: easiest game of my fucking life oh i talked to shadowheart abt her pains before that which was cool every conversation i have with her makes me like her more.

i met wyll. great guy. i went to camp to long rest and he dropped some INSANE fucking knowledge on me. like. i could live by this

so i switched gale out in my party with him LMAOOOOOOO and had a conversation with astarion about how hed kill me if i started turning. i asked what he would prefer personally and he said decapitation. which was CRAZY. so i was like yeah sure king decapitate me if i turn. do your thing. i trust your judgment

also talked to shadowheart bc i will seize every chance to learn more about her

then i left camp, talked to kagha while looking for a healer, got them to free a tiefling girl through more persuasion rolls (BECAUSE IM GOATED) and talked to the healer nettie who was fixing a Regular Bird

she told me how strange it is that we arent turning, to swear on my life id drink a poison if i saw any symptoms (which i of course agreed to, shadowheart approved and astarion did not) and stopped playing on the way to rescue halsin. fun times!

p.s. days doesnt necessarily mean im playing this daily but rather just what happens when i play per irl day... days just works as a way to categorize tbh

[graycats-arcane-blog]

Lightcannon Week Day 6 fic!

Prompt: Hiking

Title: Take a Hike (chapter 1)

Rating: G

Length: 3.6k words

AO3: link

@lightcannonweek

Synopsis:

“She seems nice,” Caitlyn said, placing a hand on Vi’s shoulder as she sat next to her on the grass.

Vi huffed, watching them through narrowed eyes. “I just don’t get it yet,” she murmured. “Jinx doesn’t do nice.”

. . .

“So… yeah.” Vi switched her phone from her sweaty left hand to her slightly-less-tacky right. The sunlight streaming through the sitting room window was making her warm, but she didn’t move, staring through the glass at Cait as she played fetch with Warwick in the yard. “It’ll be on the first weekend of August. Hike up on Saturday, camp that night, return Sunday. We’d love to have you there – Cait even has an extra tent you could borrow.”

It was a familiar routine at this point: Call Jinx, invite her to spend a few days together, and, inevitably, get turned down.

Jinx had never accepted Vi’s offers of weekend outings. She wouldn’t spend holidays with her and Cait, nor join them on beach trips, nor crash with them at the Kiramman hunting lodge. She could occasionally be coaxed into short meet-ups, like lunch or a movie, but only as long as they lasted no longer than an hour or two. The length of the activity was the sticking point for Jinx – Vi got the impression that, the longer Jinx spent around other people, the harder it was for her to keep her mood swings at bay. Jinx just didn’t seem comfortable spending multiple days in the company of others, especially if some of those others happened to be the Kirammans.

Nevertheless, Vi kept inviting her out. Even if Jinx didn’t want to come, Vi wanted her sister to know that she was missed.

As she scraped her thumb idly along the edge of her phone, Vi imagined what it would be like if Jinx accepted the hiking-trip invite. She could picture her sister teasing the “slow pokes” behind her as she shot nimbly up the hiking trail. Jinx would slip hot-dogs to Warwick while they cook ed over the campfire, and she might even have a pleasant conversation with Cait or her parents in the relaxed atmosphere.

Vi was torturing herself when she pined over these mental images of her family all together and happy, but she couldn’t help dreaming that, someday, her fortunes would turn and Jinx would say…

“… Yeah. Sure, I’ll come.”

It took a few seconds for Jinx’s response to sink in.

Startled, Vi nearly let her phone slide out of her slack hand before she swiftly tightened her grip. “Uh – Sweet! Awesome! I’ll let everyone know you’re coming!” She paused for a moment. Having not thought she would get this far, she wasn’t quite sure what to say next. Vi switched her phone once more from one hand to the other, then blurted, “I’ll make some of that weird, spicy trail-mix you used to like when we were kids. Got any requests for campfire food?”

“I’ll bring some fun grub, just make sure Top-hat saves space in your cooler! And… Uh...”

Vi waited a few seconds for Jinx to continue before prompting, “Yeah?”

“… Mind if I bring a plus-one?”

 

 

“You’re not going to help anyone by assuming the worst.”

Caitlyn’s words barely registered as Vi paced back and forth over their worn-out rug, rolling her bad shoulder and rubbing her fists. She felt bad that she wasn’t helping Cait take inventory of the camping supplies piled on their sitting-room floor, but she simply couldn’t calm down enough to participate.

A plus-one? Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…

Warwick snorted from where he was sprawled on their couch in a massive, hairy heap. His eyes trailed after Vi as she paced on and on.

Reaching back to scratch the dog behind his ears, Caitlyn soothed, “We don’t know anything about her new friend yet. We’d do Jinx a disservice by not getting to know them before passing judgment.”

“I know enough about them,” Vi said grimly. “They’re someone Jinx likes. Someone she’d bring with her on a family trip. Someone she’s attached to.”

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”

Vi grit her teeth. Doesn’t have to be a bad thing, huh? “It’s never been a good thing before,” she grumbled. “When we were kids, she was attached to me. She got herself into trouble because she knew I was getting into trouble.” Guilt sliced through her stomach as her footsteps fell heavier on the rug. “When she was a teen, she was attached to her foster dad. She wanted to help him with his shitty drug-dealing side-gig, then got herself arrested for it. Now she has a criminal record. She wouldn’t have gotten into any schools if your parents hadn’t talked to the dean in Piltover.” Letting out a frustrated whoosh of breath, Vi shook her head. “Jinx doesn’t do healthy attachment. She just… She keeps finding people who’ll hurt her, like me and him.”

Seeming to sense Vi’s distress, Warwick whined.

Caitlyn stood. Vi forced herself to slow down when Cait padded at her side, then stilled when Cait wrapped her in a snug embrace. “I know you’re scared for her,” Cait said, her voice soft and sympathetic as she breathed over Vi’s ear. “I worry too. But Jinx has done a lot of growing since those days. Let’s meet her new friend, give them a chance to show us they’re trustworthy, and go from there.”

“… Okay.” Vi sunk into Caitlyn’s grip, letting the taller woman support her. “I guess that’s all we can do for now, huh?”

 

 

The sun fell hotly on the parking lot next to the trailhead. Cait stood on Vi’s right, Warwick was leashed in front of her, and the elder Kirammans stood on her left.

It had felt odd the first time Vi saw Cait’s parents in informal clothes. Pilties simply weren’t meant to wear anything practical or outdoorsy! However, she’d gotten used to the strange sight after several sessions of watching Cait and her mother practice on the shooting range of the Kiramman hunting lodge. To the Kirammans, dressing appropriately for the occasion was always the best course of action, even if it meant leaving behind their air of prestige.

Tobias Kiramman, decked in an almost comically casual green polo and khakis, shot Vi a curious look. “I’m looking forward to meeting your sister’s new friend,” he said cheerfully. “What did you say their name was?”

Vi shifted her weight and rolled her shoulders. “Don’t know yet,” she admitted. “We’re all meeting them for the first time today. Jinx didn’t say much on our call.”

Just then, the distant sound of a revving engine tickled Vi’s ears.

All eyes turned to the entrance of the lot. A familiar vehicle, heavily repaired and decked out in lurid spraypaint, rolled toward them. The old car pulled alongside Cait’s parents’ van, and the engine rattled out a death-shudder before falling silent. The driver’s side door was flung open so forcefully that it was a wonder the side-mirror didn’t shatter, and from the heavily-patched driver’s seat, Vi was greeted by her sister’s grin.

“Hiya, Fat-Hands! Nice day to lure some wealthy Pilties deep into the woods and mug ‘em, am I right?”

The smiles of Cait’s parents withered, and Cait pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation.

Warwick gave a happy bark, as if to agree.

“Kidding, kidding! Sheesh!” Rolling her eyes, Jinx hopped forward, snagging Vi in a hug. “Good to see you, and your pack of Pilties, too.”

Vi was overjoyed to find Jinx in a good mood. Returning Jinx’s hug, she raised an arm to ruffle her sister’s bangs. “Nice of you to finally join us on a trip! If you don’t mug my girlfriend, it might even be a happy trip!”

“Ugh. You never want me to have any fun!”

When the passenger side of Jinx’s car slammed shut, Vi’s pleasant mood soured. A block of discomfort settled in her gut as she looked up to get a sense of who she was dealing with...

… Huh.

Of all the ways Vi had imagined her sister’s latest attachment looking, tall, blonde, and perky hadn’t been on the list.

The newcomer smiled brightly, if a bit nervously, at Vi and the Kirammans. “Hello! I’m…”

“THIS,” Jinx announced in a ceremonious voice, swiftly leaping to stand by the blonde, “is LUX! She also goes by Sunshine, Blondie, Sparkplug, Flashlight, Sparklebeam, and a couple other nicknames I’ll make a list of later! She came all this way from Demacia to live a life of fun and happiness, and I’m showing her the ropes of having a good time!” Shoving a hand into the pocket of her trousers, Jinx flung a massive handful of glitter into the air. Vi flinched at the sudden proliferation of shiny plastic-flecks as Jinx chimed on, “She was worried about meeting you guys, so I promised I’d help her make a grand entrance! Did I do good, Sunshine?” Jinx glanced hopefully at her companion.

Lux laughed. “You did great,” she said indulgently. “I appreciate it.” Then, turning back to Vi and the Kirammans, she greeted, “I’m Luxanna Crownguard! But, like Jinx said, you can just call me Lux.”

“Crownguard?” Cassandra Kiramman gave Lux an appraising look as she deftly wiped a few flecks of glitter off her cheek. “I met a Crownguard once on a Diplomatic visit to Demacia. Are you, by any chance, related to Tianna?”

“She’s my aunt!”

Cassandra hummed approvingly, her eyebrows raising slightly. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. If you’re anything like your family, I’m sure you’re an upstanding citizen.” She held out her hand. Lux, peeling away from Jinx, stepped forward to shake it, then accepted Tobias’ hand afterward.

When Lux stepped up to Vi, her smile seemed hopeful. “Jinx talks about you often,” she said warmly. “I hope you don’t mind me intruding on your trip. I’ve been excited to meet her family.”

“… Yeah. I’ve been wanting to meet you, too.”

Vi automatically shook Lux’s hand when it was offered, then watched Lux move on to greet Caitlyn.

Meanwhile, Jinx had returned to her car and was coaxing something out of the backseat. “Hey, Vi, bring Warwick over here!” she hollered. “I gotta introduce him to Pom-Pom!”

Vi was startled when a small, poffy poro leaped out of Jinx’s car, hopping excitedly onto the asphalt with a lively yip, yip, yip! Immediately, Vi tightened her grip on Warwick’s lead, feeling her gut twist with foreboding. Vi loved her massive dog to death, but he had an aggressive prey-drive and had chased smaller animals before.

Fortunately, as Jinx led the poro over on a flamingo-pink leash, Warwick seemed to understand that the small animal was friend, not food. He lowered his head, sniffing curiously, and the brave poro leaped right up to him and gave him a big, sloppy lick on the nose. Warwick reeled back, sneezed, then returned the gesture with a huge lick that slicked down the fur along Pom-Pom’s back.

Jinx cheered. “Hell yeah! See, Lux? I told ya they’d be friends!”

“I didn’t know you had a pet,” Vi said, watching the animals continue to sniff each other.

“Technically I don’t,” Jinx replied with a shrug. “Lux’s name is on the adoption papers, but we… uh… We picked him out together. We made Lux the main owner since she’s better about feeding schedules, but I’ve gotten pretty good at remembering food too! And we’re teaching him tricks! Like if I get stressed out and lie down, he’ll hop on my chest and lick my face ‘till I feel better!”

“Oh, that’s really neat!”

“I thought this trip would be a good time to introduce little ole’ Pom-Pom to big ole’ Warwick instead of taking my guy to your place. The dude at the shelter said that it’s easier to make friends on ‘neutral ground’ so they won’t get all territorial and shit.”

“Yeah. Good call, sis.”

Jinx beamed at her. “I am full a’ good calls, aren’t I, sis?”

 

 

“How did you two meet?” Caitlyn asked.

Jinx and Lux were a few steps ahead of Cait and Vi, while Caitlyn’s parents trailed at the back of the pack. Vi had spent the past half-hour watching Jinx coax Lux into trying different pieces of her trail-mix. At first, Lux had insisted that they wait until their first break to snack, but Jinx had worn her down until she’d tried a cluster of spicy oats – and, promptly, coughed profusely until she’d had to chug several mouthfuls of water.

While Lux screwed her water bottle shut, Jinx addressed Caitlyn’s question. “I was walkin’ down the street when some guy tried to jump her. That dummy didn’t know what hit him! One moment he was leapin’ out from around the corner, and the next she’d clocked him in the skull with big, metal flashlight she had in her purse! Pow!”

Pom-Pom hopped at Jinx’s exclamation, yipping excitedly.

Lux ducked her head, rubbing the back of her neck. “I usually avoid violence, but… He startled me. I barely knew what I was doing when I knocked him out.”

“Then she got all panicky, tryin’ to apologize to the unconscious guy, freaking out about how she was gonna get deported,” Jinx continued, grinning madly as if the incident were her favorite memory. “I’d hopped over to compliment her swing, but ended up talking her through one of the breathing exercises my dumb shrink makes me practice. Then I invited her out for a drink to settle her nerves, and the rest is history!”

“That’s certainly a very Jinx way to meet someone,” Caitlyn mused.

Vi watched Lux’s back suspiciously. She seemed nice – too nice, maybe? Even if she’d bashed a thug’s skull the day she met Jinx, wouldn’t Jinx eventually have been put off by this woman’s constant… happiness?

Not that it was wrong for Jinx to be happy! That was great! But Vi knew that her sister was prone to manic highs and lows. They’d have to clash when Jinx hit her dark moods, right?

What was Lux doing to keep Jinx hooked in? And why didn’t Jinx scare her?

“How did you and Vi meet?” Lux asked Caitlyn curiously.

Vi winced. Up ahead, Jinx’s shoulders went stiff.

“Um…” Caitlyn glanced at Vi. “… I work at a police precinct, and Vi was brought in after a fight. She’d been scrapping with people who had information about… something important to her. After I spoke with Vi, I wanted to help her find what she was looking for, so we stuck together and got to know each other.”

Jinx cleared her throat, turning to Lux. “Remember how I told you that I avoided my sister for a while when I was younger? Cait’s talking about back when Vi was hunting for me.”

“Oh. I… I’m sorry for bringing that up,” Lux stammered.

“It’s fine,” Vi cut in, her tone even. Her fingers twitched, curling briefly into fists at her side. “We had a bad spell, but we’re good now. I’d do anything to keep my family together, and I’d put my fist through anyone who tried to hurt us.”

Caitlyn shot Vi a warning look.

“Well!” Jinx clapped her hands together. “As much as I love hearing Vi shift into protective-big-sister mode, let’s talk about anything else!”

Cassandra Kiramman chimed in helpfully, “I’m curious to know what inspired Lux to travel so far from Demacia. Did your family send you here on business?”

“No. It was my choice to come here, and mine alone.” Lux’s tone took on a more serious edge, losing its cheer as it lowered. “My family is well-known where I’m from. It can be taxing to keep up appearances, and I felt like I spent all my time being what my family needed me to be instead of learning how to be myself. After college, my family…. well…”

“They tried to set her up with a dude from another rich family,” Jinx scoffed. “Jar-man or something like that.”

“ Jarvan,” Lux corrected. “Prince Jarvan.”

Caitlyn’s mother made an impressed sound. “A member of the ruling family? That would be quite the arrangement.”

“A dumb arrangement,” Jinx scoffed. “Dummies. Nobody tells Sunshine what to do!”

Sighing, Lux nodded. “It didn’t sit well with me. I wanted to know more about myself before committing to something like that, and I knew that I wouldn’t have room to find myself unless I left. My family… They don’t really understand what I’m doing. Sometimes I don’t even understand what I’m doing with my life, but I’m glad that I get to forge my own path.”

“I’m afraid Caitlyn could empathize with you on the matter of overreaching families,” Tobias said understandingly. “She was always quick to let us know when we were steering her future too firmly.”

Caitlyn nodded. “It can be hard to find yourself when the people around you have already decided who you are. It helps to find places and people who can give you a new perspective.”

As Lux turned to look at Jinx, Vi saw the broad smile stretching across her face. “Yes. It helps a lot to find someone with a new perspective.”

“Nothing but the best perspectives for my Flashlight!” Jinx cheered, butting her shoulder playfully against Lux’s arm.

 

 

“She seems nice,” Caitlyn said, placing a hand on Vi’s shoulder as she sat next to her on the grass.

They’d been walking for about three hours and, after this break, they’d only have an hour’s trudge left to their intended camping spot. While Vi and Caitlyn watched Warwick and Pom-Pom frolic at the end of their leashes, the elder Kirammans were divvying up some fruit on a boulder a few steps away, and Jinx and Lux had gone to a stream bordering their path to purify some water.

At least, Jinx and Lux were supposed to be purifying water. They’d abandoned their bottles and iodine on the shore, as well as their socks and shoes. At some point, Lux had splashed Jinx – payback for last week’s thunderstorm incident, Lux had claimed – and, since Jinx had predictably retaliated, they were now having an all-out splash fight. Their clothes were saturated with water, and their hollers and shrieks had scared several birds from the willows.

Vi huffed, watching them through narrowed eyes. “I just don’t get it yet,” she murmured. “Jinx doesn’t do nice.”

“Maybe she’s learning to appreciate nice,” Cait proposed.

Vi wrapped her hands over her arms, frowning.

Pressing a soft kiss to Vi’s cheek, Caitlyn wrapped a lean arm around Vi’s waist. “You know I’ll support you if your gut tells you there’s something wrong about her, but... Try talking to them more. If you have questions about Lux and Jinx, then ask.”

“What if I ask the wrong question, and Jinx gets mad?” Vi dug her nails into her arms. “I’m good at punching, but I suck at talking to her. We both know that. There have been so many times I’ve tried to talk to Jinx and ended up pushing her away!” Flinging her arms back in frustration, Vi leaned back until her shoulders thumped against the ground. “I just… She’s been having such a good day so far, but what if I… What if I try, but then I…”

Vi nearly jumped when a small, puffy weight hopped onto her chest.

With a blank, owlish stare, Vi watched Pom-Pom settle onto her. The poro licked Vi’s chin, then made a soothing trilling noise as he tucked his legs under his fluffy belly.

Warwick leaned over them, then gave both Vi and Pom-Pom huge, drippy licks.

Slowly, Vi placed her hands on the poro’s back, carding her fingers through the pale, plush fur.

“And we’re teaching him tricks! Like if I get stressed out and lie down, he’ll hop on my chest and lick my face ‘till I feel better!”

So Lux helped Jinx train you to keep her happy, huh, Vi thought, sighing as she scratched the poro behind his horns. “Alright,” Vi told Cait. “I’ll talk to them later. I really do wanna believe Jinx can find someone who’ll make her happy.” Jinx let out a high-pitched, shrieking laugh as the sound of splashing grew more aggressive. “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

Warwick flopped onto the ground next to her, resting his head on her belly.

Caitlyn ran a hand through Vi’s hair, tousling her bangs. Offering her a soft smile, she said, “Give yourself some credit, and Jinx, too. You’re both better at communication now than you were when we met. Besides, Jinx wouldn’t have brought Lux on this trip if she weren’t willing to talk about all this. I think this is her way of making sure you’re okay with Lux… Either that, or Lux is the one who insisted on meeting you and earning your approval.”

“… That’s a solid point,” Vi admitted. Wanly returning Cait’s smile, she said, “thanks for holding the braincells when I’m running on empty.”

“Somebody had to hold them.”

“Hah. Good thing you’re around to do the job.”

The sounds of splashing died down. A minute later, Jinx and Lux returned to them, bottled water in hand, clothes dripping.

Jinx shook herself like a dog, grinning as she splattered Vi and Cait as much as possible. However, when her water-flinging ceased, her smile faltered. She looked at Pom-Pom, still sitting on Vi’s chest, then glanced at Vi’s face. Her brow furrowed.

“Are we ready to keep going?” Lux said cheerfully.

Vi glanced aside. Caitlyn’s parents were walking over to rejoin them. “Yeah.” Pushing the poro gently off her chest, Vi stood, offering Pom-Pom’s leash to Jinx. “Let’s go. Just one hour of walking left until we’re at the campsite.”

Jinx accepted the leash. She pulled her lip between her teeth for a moment, her gaze flicking between Vi’s eyes, before agreeing, “Yeah, let’s go.”

[theghostbunnie]

*grabs you by the shoulders forcibly* tell me your Nerris hcs RIGHT NYEOW

AAAAA OK SO she's hinted to be Nonbinary I believe when juggling balls colored the same as the nb flag. So, that's like, cannon actually. (Even if this next part was for a joke they still decided to add in them saying "Well technically human female I prefer elfkin" and even if you jokingly make a character queer it still happened no take backsies! lmao.)

and Yes non-binary people can use she/her pronouns but I think she'd probably use she/they/elf (as in neopronouns) too!

•Nerris is definitely the type of kid that when you're playing pretend they'll bitch that you're not playing it right. It's just when it comes to what SHE'S into it has to be done "accurately" "properly" ect (aka the way elf wants it done) on "Nikki's last day on earth" she's all like nu uh you can't be the knight I am. now the princess runs and gives me a hug for saving her! Which was kinda

(🫵🤨 🏳️‍🌈⁉️)/hj

And she's friends with Nikki, too. She does a slightly similar thing telling Harrison he can't be a mage bc they are. Nerris the type to battle you over the player one controller fr.

Hot take all of her bad behavior is just from being an unchecked child and she'll grow out of most of it. I actually don't like the concept elf bullies Harrison bc she has a crush on him- (don't get me wrong this is 0 Nerrison hate I just don't like when they start from that.) I think she's actually jealous? Threatened of him maybe? Hear me out, before David had all their names remembered he was pulling a Cameron and grouping some together. Specifically only Nerris and Harrison. Nerris reacted childishly like children do and didn't take kindly to that and saw Harrison as immediate competition. (They even argue at one point about who's the most magical.) So that's why she targets him and treats him like a loser to keep him down and make herself feel higher.

It gives me the same vibe kids competing with each other academically rather than in sports bc once something is labeled as a team Nerris actually seems to do okay in it. So I think this is a behavior she learned way more in school, and why I HC her to be one of those honor student types who likes being recognized as the teacher's favorite.

I don't believe Nerris is even that deeply aware of the whys and how's of why they act like this. They just do things, man. Then do silly little flossing dances after.

They probably played movie star planet and all the other child website roleplaying games and started fantasy roleplaying groups on there which was probably difficult with all the family roleplays and wolf clans being a way more popular choice to pretend as. Elf needed something to do in the winter when it got too cold to larp outside !!!! They probably switch over to more writing based forms of roleplay as they got older.

In the show we actually see her playing a game called "Pixies and Pythons" or something instead of DND and there's like hot pixie women on the cover and I'm choosing to believe she DIDN'T bring that from home camp campbell just has offbrand EVERYTHING.

Both of her parents sew and they make all of their costumes for her and I like to think Nerris is very "navy blue starry wizard" aesthetic so they mostly stick to that. Her mom's supportive and will add anything she wants to it but her dad gets excited with hisown ideas and opinions too.

I think Nerris' gender exspression being neutral might've got them certain comments in school and why she specifically decided to make her character's title "Nerris the cute" and why often the first thing she aims against Harrison is his looks. (That, or, the "Nerris the cute" is a title her dad came up with for her before she could. Yes I'm saying this man brought the baby to larp in a carrier.)

Has a whooole collection of dice and she gives some to her friends when they come over but has to specifically pick out the ones she DOESN'T want anymore first.

Them and Harrison are Lord of the Rings VS Harry Potter. (It's possible to like things without supporting, liking, or agreeing with the creator of it. Nerris knows this...) Still calls him a transphobe whenever he brings the franchise up. Can't even defend himself bro they just go "is it bc I'm trans/j"

[woso-fan13]

6.  Sick on vacation

A group of y’all had decided to go on vacation after the latest camp ended. A few of your teammates needed to get back home, but the majority were able to be there. You guys had been planning this trip for months, renting a house on a somewhat private beach. It was just what everyone needed, a chance to relax. 

Waiting to board the plane, you hear your name called over the loudspeaker. Getting up and leaving your belongings under the watchful eyes of your teammates. Walking up to the boarding gate, you see a couple who must be in their 20s. After a quick explanation, you find out that they’re on their honeymoon and were booked in seats on opposite sides of the plane. Turns out, one of them is sitting next to you. 

You quickly agree to switch seats with one of them. You wouldn’t be able to sit with your friends, but it was only a 3 hour flight, that was fine by you. Besides, you got a window seat this way, so it was a win-win situation. After getting the seats switched in the system and new boarding passes printed, you head back to the group. 

As soon as you board the plane, you flop into your seat. You nod at the man who settles into the seat next to you, then lean your head against the window and fall asleep before you even push off from the gate. Camp was exhausting and your body was craving rest. Apparently, so much so, that you didn’t wake up even as the plane landed and began deboarding. You didn’t wake up until someone was shaking you away. You pry your eyes open to see Kelley standing above you, your carryon already in her hand. 

“Come on, squish. It’s vacation time!”

You take her extended hand and blindly stumble off the plane. You somehow make your way to one of the rental cars and everyone heads to the house. You were so ready for this week. 

—-

The first two days were awesome. You tanned, swam, played in the sand, and had some late night bonfires. It was shaping up to be a great week. 

Until you woke up on the third morning. Your bed was drenched in sweat, but you somehow were freezing cold. You groan, managing to alert your roommate that you were awake. Mal looks over at you before getting up and walking to your bed, sitting on the edge. 

“Good morning, buddy. Are you doing alright?” 

You simply glare at Mal, clearly displaying that you were not, in fact, doing alright. Mal sighs, scratching your scalp with her fingers. 

“You stay here, I’m going to go talk to everyone. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

You whine, trying to grab ahold of her hand. At the same time, you poke your lips out in a pout. You didn’t feel well, you didn’t want to be alone. She smiles, shaking her head slightly. She slips her hands under your arms, lifting you off of the bed. Your arms wrap around her neck, your legs around her waist, as she perches you on her hip. You rest your head on her shoulder as she walks out of the room. 

“You’re lucky I like you, I don’t think there are many people I would do this for. Especially germ infested, feverish people.”

You speak for the first time that morning, your voice hoarse, “thanks Mally. Love you.”

She tips her head to the side, resting it briefly on top of yours in recognition of what you said. 

Thanking whoever planned the room situation for putting the two of you on the first floor, she walks down the hallway and into the living room. There, most of the group had already gathered, drinking coffee and talking. They look up as footsteps approach, seeing Mal carry you in. Once they see your face, the chatter in the room stops. Kelley gets off the floor, walking over to the two of you. She holds her arms out, easily transferring you to her. She walks towards one of the sofas, shooing people off so that she can take a seat with you on top of her. 

“Morning squish, I see you’re not having a good day so far. What’s up?” 

Kelley had taken on a very protective role when you joined the team. You had become a combo younger sister and daughter quickly, and your relationship has only grown as time went on. She was always the first to you when something was wrong. 

“My skin hurts,” you respond sadly. 

She slides a hand up the back of your shirt, feeling the heat. 

“That’s the fever. It’s okay, we’ll rest up for a few days and be good as new.”

You nod, snuggling into her. The rest of the group continues their conversation, while you were being lulled by Kelley’s tracing your spine. They decided that today would be a perfect day to spend in the house. It looked close to raining, so it was the perfect day for a lazy day. 

The rest of the day was spent mainly in the living room. Movies played in the background while intense card games were played. You spent the day dozing in and out, trying to sleep off the fever. Pretty much constantly, you were in someone’s arms. 

The team had learned early that day that you had freaky dreams with your fever. Apparently, the easiest way to prevent them was to have someone holding you. You weren’t going to complain about the attention, you were soaking it all up. 

It wasn’t the vacation anyone had planned. Everyone was expecting drinks on the beach and suntanning in bathing suits, but you (and the weather) had different plans. As the day progressed, your teammates realized that a lazy, do nothing day was exactly what they needed.