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glitchfiles · 1 year ago

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heatstroke. [ljn]

pairing. mechanic! jeno x (afab) reader

wc. 3.8k+

cw. SMUT MINORS DNI!!, hard dom! jeno, profanity/cursing, outdoor/car sex, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, boot grinding, rough sex, degradation, name-calling (’slut’, ‘fucktoy’), etc…

an. i had this idea in june, but haven't had much time to write until recently. i had to rush a bit because i wanted to get it out before august/summer ends, I just made it lol. if there’s typos… oops… hope you enjoy :3

just before the muggy summer air lulls you to sleep, a series of sharp knocks at your windows jolts you fully conscious. as your eyes snap wide open, you turn to look to see a man standing outside of your car. he can tell by the bemused expression on your face you're struggling to figure out why he's here.

"roadside assistance, you called." realisation washes over your features, and the mystery man can't help but find it amusing how little control you have over your countenance.

you open the door slowly, allowing him time to move back, and groggily step out of the car. rays of sun prick your skin - the floral mini dress you had on left more of you exposed than covered.

"thanks for coming," you laugh nervously.

the sun is blinding, you can just make out the figure before you as you give your knight in shining armour a squinted once over.

his uniform consists of navy overalls and heavy boots; though he had taken the top half of his overalls off and tied the sleeves around his waist, you're sure he's sweltering. the white tank top he wore hugs his broad, muscular torso, which you can't help but ogle at.

"no problem. any idea what the issue is?" as he nears your car, you get a better look at his face. and just as you feared, he has a face to match the body.

his features are sharp, from his jaw to the upturned corners of his mouth to his nose. in contrast, the way his eyes soften up as he smiles at you fills your stomach with butterflies.

you catch yourself then clear your throat before responding. "no, it just broke down. i'm lucky i pulled over in time."

if you were trying to hide that you were checking him out, you were doing the worst job ever.

unabashed stares were far from foreign to him, he couldn’t say he minded them - especially when they were from someone cute.

he takes a quick walk around the vehicle, checking for any external damage. "tyres look fine," he mumbles to himself.

then he stops at the hood to pop it open. a frown settles upon his features as he begins to try to diagnose the issue at hand.

you don't even try to understand what he's doing, you're honestly far more concerned with analysing every square inch of the adonis before you.

"you okay standing out here? it's pretty hot," he turns to you. you had lost track of time, has it been a few minutes or a few hours? "you can sit in my truck, it has ac, or i can get you some water."

"just the water is fine!" you respond, even though cold air sounded like paradise right now actually, "i've always been somewhat interested in cars and stuff." you lied again.

"oh, really?" he raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.

"yeah, my dad used to fix old cars up - he'd make me hand him tools from time to time." you walked closer to him, leaving a few centimetres between your bodies.

"then, you wouldn't mind helping me out a bit? i think i know what the issue is here." you nodded vehemently, unable to stop yourself from forming an eager smile.

only when he walks away do you realise you have been holding your breath. you barely have time to catch it before he's back with two chilled water bottles in one hand and a hefty toolbox in the other. bulging muscles ripple across his arms, the sight puts a fluttery feeling in the pit of your stomach.

he sets the box down with a light grunt, then looks at you kindly and with an outstretched arm to hand you a cool bottle. the fact his hand, which you notice is comparatively larger and rougher, brushes against yours only exacerbates your condition.

you can barely look him in the eye as you take the bottle from him; you waste no time before cracking it open and gulping down a considerable amount. his eyes can’t help but follow the droplets of water that escape the corner of your mouth, trickling down your chin, your neck and then your chest before disappearing between your cleavage (which he had been trying to ignore from the moment you stepped out of your car).

“someone’s thirsty,” he mentally slaps himself and comments with a chuckle to ease the moment of tension.

he takes a swig of water before putting on gloves, picking a took out of the box and getting to work.

for a moment, only the sound of distant wildlife in the surrounding area can be heard. leaving you ample time to watch. the way his brows furrow as he concentrates on his job is more attractive than it should be.

“my name is jeno by the way,” he breaks the silence. you hadn’t even thought to ask, you quickly reply with your name. “where are you heading?”

“my friend’s place for a barbecue. this was supposed to be a shortcut, but it ended up leaving me stranded in the middle of nowhere.” he lets out a sympathetic hum before letting a comfortable silence fall between the two of you again.

he hands whatever tool he has in his hand to you and asks, “can you pass me the torque wrench?”

you stare at him blankly then you stare down at the array of tools laid out. the temperature of your body increases even further as he smiles at you knowingly.

“hard to think with the heat, huh?” he chuckles walking past you to pick up the tool you would have never guessed was what he was asking for. “don’t worry about it, you can just stand and watch,” he said as though that wasn’t what you had been doing up until now anyway.

he’s sure you’re not actually interested in cars in the slightest but rattles on about the topic. most of it all flies over your head but you nod and giggle as your gaze trails over the veins on his arms are he tightens bolts.

after a short while, he stands up straight. wiping his forearm over his sweaty forehead he declares he thinks he’s done.

“key?” he plucks off his gloves as you fish it out of your purse and hand it over to him. “glad you know that one.” he teases.

you watch with bated breath as he gets into your car to start it; sure enough, the engine purrs when he turns the key.

he jumps out of the car and flashes you a proud smile that makes you melt more than the heat.

"so...” he starts tucking his gloves into his pocket then he rubs his hands together before placing them on his hips. "how would you like to pay?"

"oh yeah, let me just get my purse. how much was it?." you open your bag to rummage around for your wallet as he tells you the price.

your phone…

sunglasses…

a pack of gum…

lip gloss…

no wallet.

you smile up at him nervously, excusing yourself to go look in your glove compartment.

jeno follows you around to see you bent over and rummaging around. he loses track of time, too preoccupied with the way your dress rides up to barely cover your ass. he didn't notice how translucent the fabric was until now, he could just make out the outline of the thong you were wearing.

while he blissfully enjoys the show, dread fills you at the realisation you may not be able to pay. you desperately look for stray bits of cash, but you can’t seem to find even a penny in your car all of a sudden.

your frantic search yields absolutely nothing. you take a second to steel yourself before stepping back onto the ground and turning towards him with a doe-eyed guilty expression that makes something stir in his abdomen.

"i swear i had it but-" you mutter, finally moving to sit facing him in the passenger’s seat. he suddenly feels a lot bigger now you're staring up at him and he's looking down at you. "but it's not- i don't have any money so-"

"well, there are other ways to pay." only when the words leave his mouth does jeno realise there is room for misinterpretation but, for some reason, he doesn't feel like correcting himself.

maybe it was the warmth or the stress of your predicament, but your mind began to entertain itself with thoughts that had nothing to do with getting this man that you had only met today his money.

you blinked dumbly, absolutely none of the cogs turning in your brain as you started eyeing him again. starting at the neckline of his tank and then fixating on his deep collarbones momentarily before drifting down.

sweat had turned the white cotton covering his torso almost transparent. the material clung to the ridges of his toned chest and abs, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.

your mouth went dry; you were eyeing him like a dehydrated desert wanderer who had just spotted an oasis.

“like… how?” you blink up at him as though you don’t catch his drift. the innocence you feign starts to chip away at his self-control.

though he comes off as rather relaxed on the outside, jeno is rather rigid with himself. he had to be to run a business with any success. but at the end of the day, he was his own boss; no one had to know about this.

he glanced around. you were on a road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woodland and he couldn't remember the last time he had seen another car drive past.

he could bend his rules this once for you.

“you’re not just a pretty face, you’re a smart girl, right?” finally, he gives into the desire that had been building inside of him since the moment he laid eyes on you. his charming eye-smile turns into a dark glare; his voice drops a couple octaves. “use your head.”

without another word, you stand up and sink down to squat, reluctant to get your knees dirty. you stare up awaiting further instruction.

“you know transfers are a thing, right?” he laughs sliding a hand over your cheek, feeling a switch inside of him flip. here you were debasing yourself for a man you had just met. “i think i like this much better though, clever girl.”

he can’t believe you’re doing this.

he can’t believe he’s doing this.

you untie his overalls letting them drop down to his knees and tug down his boxers. internally you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of a well-groomed semi-hard cock. feeling it twitch up to attention as you wrap a hand around it. he groans out an obscenity as you begin to tentatively stoke him.

“you’re gonna need to do a lot more than that if you plan on giving me my money’s worth.” he tuts down at you, sliding his hand to rest on the back of your head.

“whatever you want.” the seductive lilt of your voice makes him reel.

“whatever?” his chest rises as he takes a deep breath and forms a light grip on your locks.

“anything.” you nod.

“then open your fucking mouth, slut.” his voice suddenly becomes gravelly and commanding as he cranes your head back. you obediently open up for him, wrapping your lips around his tip to lap at the salty fluid that had started to spill out of it.

“hands behind your back,” the look in his eyes is wild as he watches you promptly obey him without reluctance. you want to please him, repay him for his kindness.

you take the initiative to take him even deeper, creeping down inch by inch deeper with each bob; the more you take, the more drool escapes the corners of your mouth, dripping down in thick strings. you let out garbled moans, sending vibrations through him; his hand instinctively grips your locks, pushing his cock harshly into the back of your throat. you swallow a gag and tears prick your eyes but keep going.

“you’re so good,” he huffs, abdomen tightening, “you do this often? bet you’d let any man shove their cock down your throat, cheap fucking slut.”

you whine around him in protest, he lets you up to speak. you vehemently shake your head and choke out, “only you.“

“just for me.” his thumb softly endearingly caresses the back of your head. “god, what did i do to get this lucky.” he half mutters to himself before shoving himself back into your accepting mouth.

he continues to fuck into your face like you’re nothing but a hole and you take it. his head tips back as he lets out unbridled moans, comforted by the fact there was no one for miles to witness your debauchery, but infinitely turned on by the fact you were so out in the open.

jeno's breathing gets more ragged with each thrust, he hunches forward at the feeling of his orgasm hurtling towards him. if your mouth wasn't currently stuffed, you would smile as you brought a hand up to toy with his saliva-coated balls.

"oh my fucking- i'm cumming." it was the last push he needed before shooting his load down your throat. keeping you locked in place, nose smushed up against his pubic bone. all strength leaves your legs and you fall to your knees, the hard ground digs into your skin but the pain means nothing when he’s groaning about how well you’re taking his cum. you can barely breathe and your head is spinning but you wish you could make him cum again already.

after a while, he settles down from his high and slowly removes himself. his hand grips firmly at your hair, keeping you in place.

“what a fucking mess.” he sneers while admiring his work, how filthy you look kneeling before him. spit and cum cover your chin down to your chest; the low neckline of your dress is soaked. not to mention your makeup, black inky streaks ran down your cheeks. “liked taking my cock so much you forgot you had something to look pretty for.”

the look in your eyes was close to piety, unfazed that there was no way you could go to your friend’s house in this state. maybe he’d fucked your face a little too hard and knocked some sense out of you. it was the only explanation for you so gleefully offering yourself to every whim of a stranger; jeno was not a good enough man to refuse such an offer.

“want more? you know, most of my customers tip.” he says in an expectant tone. “no pressure though.”

“wanna fuck me?” you run a finger up his thigh, skipping being coy - you needed him.

“i don’t know, can i?” he wants to toy with you, however.

“i said you can do anything, didn’t i?” you shuffle closer to him on your knees, batting your eyelashes up at him.

“anything…” he repeats, dark thoughts run through his mind. a deep, shaky breath leaves jeno’s nostrils as he tries to contain the arousal stirring back up inside of him. he moves his leg forward, situating one of his heavy work boots between your legs; with the grasp he still has on you, he forces your core to come down against it.

he doesn’t have to utter another word before your hips start moving. you bite your lip to contain the sounds threatening to escape you, shame finally kicking in somewhat. but he was having none of that; a sharp tug at your hair was all it took, he tipped your head back, and all the moans came spilling out.

“good.” his praise encourages you to circle your hips faster. the panties you have on do nothing to hide how slick you are.

you angle your hips for more stimulation, your swollen clit growing more sensitive by the second. you haven’t been at this for that long, but he can tell by the way your moans pick in pitch you’re nearly there.

“close already?” he lifts the toe of his boot, pressing into you harder. “go ahead, cum on my boot. dirty, pathetic slut.” you whimper out pitifully as your orgasm finally wreaks you.

he leaves you no time to recuperate before tugging your locks to make you stand and smashing his lips against yours. only now does it hit you that you’ve skipped quite a few bases, it’s the first time you’ve felt his lips against your own.

you melt into his domineering kiss, trying your best to keep up with his lascivious pace. hands grope at your body, smoothing up your thighs and under your dress.

a whine leaves your lips when his hands roughly squeeze your ass. he wastes no time attaching his lips to your neck, nipping at the skin as he moves to start pulling your panties off, you help him get them off the rest of the way and throw them somewhere into your car.

deft fingers wander between your folds, collecting your wetness on his fingertips. the slightest brush against your raw clit makes you shudder in his grasp.

“gonna use this wet little pussy, just like i did your throat.” he whispered hotly against the skin of your neck, teasing your miserably sopping slit. “and you’re gonna take it like the good fucktoy you are.”

now’s the point he’d finger a girl open a bit, maybe make her cum again. he’s usually kinder, more careful, less selfish; all that runs through his mind are animalistic thoughts of ruining you.

you see the moment his resolve snaps completely, pupils dilating as a vein pops up on his temple. with no finesse at all, you’re turned around; a hand plants itself on your back, firmly pushing your torso down, you barely cushion your fall onto the car seat.

he almost goes right in before the last fragment of sense left inside of him reminds him he’s forgotten something crucial.

“shit, i don’t have a condom.” he slaps a hand over his face, vexed over the possibility of things ending here.

“i think i might,” you hurriedly reach into the glove compartment. not taking long to produce a foil packet and hand it to him; you turn to see he has an amused expression on his face.

“you remembered condoms but not money?” he snickers. “priorities.”

you lower your head in embarrassment, begging him to get on with it. he obliges, quickly ripping open the packet and wrapping his cock up. with a deep hum, he slides his cock up between your ass cheeks. your back arches to push your backside further against him temptingly.

your mouths hang open in unison as he slides into you. he releases a long groan as he bottoms out, your tight unprepared hole swallowing him up deliciously. jeno’s body moves on its own, allowing neither of you time to adjust before reeling his hips back and slamming back in. his hands find purchase on your hips as he begins to pound you, digging into your curves for leverage; each thrust punching a choked moan out of you.

“taking me so well,” he eyes the shameless mess beneath him, skin glistening with perspiration. he’s sure he’s equally as sweaty with the heat, probably more so with how much he is exerting himself; sweaty bangs stuck to his forehead, he can feel droplets racing down the sharp contours of his face to drip off his chin. yet he feels no fatigue, adrenaline keeps him going - keeps him fucking into you at a bestial pace. something about being surrounded by wilderness draws out a side of him so despicably feral, a side of him he had never been able to admit to having.

when he said he would use you, he meant it well and truly. his cock bullied its way deeper into you.

“god! so fucking deep.” you manage to stutter out as he mercilessly crams every last inch of his cock inside. you’re sure he doesn’t mean or care to, but he hits all the spots that make your walls clench around him tighter, sucking him in deeper.

“i can feel how close you are,” your legs shake, everything becoming more and more overwhelming by the second. his fingers dig into your flesh, holding your squirming body, “like being my fucktoy, yeah? gonna cream all over my cock?”

your legs shake and your nails scrape at the hard cushion beneath you as you bawl out incoherent words about how you’re cumming. your eyes roll into the back of you as the feeling seizes your body wholly. leaving your ears ringing and broken moans tumbling out of you as he drills you through your high.

once you fall, your legs give out and you fall limp on the seat. jeno doesn’t let up at all though. strong hands lay into your shoulders, your body is pressed further into the chair with his body weight. you barely have the space to breathe but he couldn’t care less, not when he was so close to the peak.

he plants a foot on the car’s sill to anchor himself through a barrage of unrestrained, choppy thrusts. your poor car jolts and whines under their power.

between getting your throat fucked raw and brain-melting overstimulation, you could not form words; nothing that came out of jeno was coherent either, guttural noises of pleasure erupted from him.

you only find out he’s cumming when you feel his cock twitch inside your sensitive walls. the fact he’s moaning your name between grunts is something you barely pick up; your body and mind have gone numb. motor function is off the table now, the only movement you can manage are involuntary muscle twitches.

jeno stills, basking in the fading pleasure, catching his breath. you’re too out of it to let out a small whine as he pulls out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty.

“you good?” he pipes up, as you sluggishly pick yourself up.

“fine, i think.” the heat and exhaustion have evidently defeated you; the look in your eyes is vacant as you wipe the sweat off of your forehead. you fix the straps of your soiled dress and plant your feet on the ground, your legs give out momentarily, but you catch yourself before you fall to the ground. he can't help but burst out laughing.

“look at you,” he takes your hand to steady you. the smirk on his face tells you he’s thoroughly enjoying the fact he’s fucked you to the point you can’t walk straight. “let’s get you cleaned up and home.”

“thanks,” your cheeks grow hot as you limp toward his truck.

“next time, bring money. not everyone’s as nice as me.”

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#jeno smut #nct dream smut #nct hard hours #nct smut #📂 ..\ .◜◡◝

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impyssadobsessions · 4 months ago

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DPXDC PROMPT Vlad Hired the Wrong Guy

Vlad decides that perhaps a ghost can't do the job right anymore -though as much as Vlad would have loved that to be the fitting end for Jack- so he hires an assassin instead to finally put the end to this.

He hires the best. Deathstroke.

Slade however decided to take a liking to the little hero. So when Slade succeeds in his mission (or not if you want to pull some plot shenanigans) he ends up taking away something far more valuable to Vlad.

Danny. Now Imma put my thoughts below but y'all can take this anyway you want >w< <3

I can see Vlad giving Deathstroke weapons to fight/capture Danny too- not kill him though he probably can't even imagine that would be possible- with order to strictly kill Jack and maybe make it look like Phantom did it. (For some extra spice ;3) Phantom was able to fool some of Slade's attempts- but in an all out brawl- Slade wipes the floor with Danny. Danny being slung around like a rag doll, taunted, and mocked. He doesn't stop fighting which just amuses Slade more. Eventually there first fight gets interrupted (cause I imagine it was in the lab) probably be Jack and Maddie coming into the basement- but Deathstroke was able to hit Danny with the belt- forcing him to change before vanishing himself. So Danny gets "grounded" from the lab- even though he tried to play it off as a ghost attack- which made it either worse or better for him. His parents going protective mode- when he's trying to figure out how to save them. Only for Deathstroke to be in his room one day, looking for a "chat". Danny's not having it and tries to fight him only to be captured by one of Vlad's devices. Danny recognizing it. "You-You're working for Vlad!" "Oh ho ho, So you do have some brain cells that isn't used just for puns?" "Why!?" "Money. And a few unique toys." Slade tossing an ecto-ray in his hands. "I'm an assassin. I had assume you didn't need to be detective to figure that one out." Danny struggling against his bindings. Panicking. "You can't- Vlad-..." "Oh I definitely can. He is not the hardest target I had to hit- though I must admit you're an annoying obstacle." "I won't let you!" "I don't think you're in a position to stop me." Slade pressing a button to shock Danny before he a new power to escape. The shock forcing him to revert to his Human form. Imagine Deathstroke taunts Danny more. About what he is- about his parents hatred of ghosts. "Even if you save them- they would hate you. Shame." "You're not the first fruitloop to tell me that." Can see after Danny impresses him one more time- and Slade finds out Vlad is also a half ghost. I can imagine Slade finds a way to force Danny to join him. Whether its by succeeding in killing his dad and manipulating Danny into learning out to take revenge- Or by blackmailing/threatening to follow through but not just kill Jack/ but both his parents- saying he'll teach him how to REALLY fight. Even saying that with his help, he'll make sure Masters won't bother him again. Just all the manipulating. Danny at wits end might take it. Can see Vlad being FURIOUS- but now Deathstroke has weapons to not only HARM/KILL him-he ALSO becomes Danny's mentor. Vlad being the one to contact heroes he knows have history with Deathstroke... framing it as him taking away his godson. Maybe purposely sought out Nightwing. Unknowingly damning himself more as Nightwing will find out Vlad was the cause to all this- AND if Danny gets rescued/gets out of his deal- he'll have hero friends to rely on.

I just love the idea of Slade and Danny dynamic. Especially since Danny not only similar to Dick, his phantom form also looks similar to Respawn. I just think its neat XD And be a damn terrifying threat to Danny.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #slade wilson #deathstoke #dcxdp #dpxdc prompt #dc crossover #dp crossover #prompt #vlad masters #nightwing #dcu

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dark-and-kawaii · 1 year ago

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your pregnancy ficlets are super sweet! How about Halsin finding out tav is pregnant 🥰

Halsin would/does make the best dad. When he was worried about the kids not getting a bedtime story from him I wanted to cry. I go feral for big ol’ guys with a soft heart, and he’s like the poster man for that.

༺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥 ༻

♡ Halsin | Pregnancy - Fluff

In the midst of a small flower field, bathed in the golden rays of the sun, you sat in the forest. Halsin, in his bear form, approaches you silently, attempting to surprise you. But as always, you are keenly aware of his presence. Chuckling softly to yourself you continue plucking a pink flower, and with a playful tone you remark, "You'd have better luck sneaking up on me if you were a cat, you know."

Halsin nudges your back gently with his large furry head, emitting a low, affectionate grunt as he settles down beside you. Resting against his solid form, you're enveloped in a unique comfort only he can provide, afterall, it’s not everyday someone gets with a bear. Twirling the flower wreath you've been weaving, you muse, "I'm considering changing these to yellow blossoms, what do you think?" You glance at him, your look soft and affectionate as he cocks his head, ears perked, you know his bearish confusion was a silent compliment to your creation.

Your laughter is light as your fingers trace the fur between his eyes. "Yellow's quite the neutral choice," Halsin watches you, his gaze intent, absorbing every word you speak, “Hmm, or maybe I should do white instead, but that’s just- no. That’s a terrible idea.” He continues to listen, studying your expression intently, as if trying to decipher the message behind your words.

“If it's a boy," you continue, your eyes lingering on the wreath, "I don't think he'd appreciate all these shades of pink." Your gaze meets Halsin's, a playful glimmer in your eyes. "And if it's a girl, well, pink seems to be the only answer. But how am I supposed to know? I'm no seer." You raise an eyebrow, your eyes searching his face. Suddenly, his wide brown eyes illuminate, and in a burst of radiant energy, Halsin stands before you, transformed back into his glorious elven body. "Is it true? You spoke of the truth just now?" he asks, his voice filled with awe and excitement.

Joining him in standing, a smile spreads across your face, and you nod, uttering the words he longed to hear, "It's true, my love." Unable to contain his joy, Halsin bursts into laughter, engulfing you in his arms as he spins you around, expressing his elation in that moment of pure bliss.

Halsin's laughter fills the forest as he spins you around, his joy palpable in the warm embrace. "By the Great Oak Father!" he exclaims, his eyes shining with happiness. You both come to a stop, and Halsin cups your face in his hands, his expression overflowing with love. "Our love, our bond, will be forever sealed in this precious life."

The forest and flowers around you seemed to come alive with vibrant colors, the gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of the blooms. It feels as if though nature is celebrating alongside you.

As the initial rush of excitement settles, Halsin lowers himself to one knee, holding your hand close to him. "My heart, I promise to be there for you and our child every step of the way. I will protect and cherish both of you with all that I am."

Tears of joy well up in your eyes as you meet his gaze. "And I promise to stand by your side, Halsin, as I always have.”

Halsin's grin widens as he rises from his knee, his eyes never leaving yours. "I have no doubt that we will raise a child who embodies both the strength of the wild and the wisdom of the druids. They will be surrounded by love, nature, and the embrace of the elements."

With hearts filled with excitement and anticipation, you and Halsin spend the rest of the day in the forest, basking in the joy of your upcoming journey as parents. As the sun sets, casting a mesmerizing glow across the landscape, you can't help but feel an incredible sense of gratitude for the life growing within you and the love that binds you both together.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #Halsin #halsin x tav #halsin x reader #bg3 halsin #tw.pregnancy

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jelzorz · 5 months ago

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Ezran has a go at them both when they get back. Rayla doesn't blame him—most of it is motivated by grief and a kingdom is a lot to lose indeed, but it's also because they were there, they were so close to home, and what were they doing? Runaan is essentially her father, yes, but he'd still killed Ez's dad, and they'd released him while Sol Regem was burning Katolis to the ground.

Rayla would be mad too, if it were her. If the Silvergrove was destroyed and the people closest enough to help were freeing criminals instead, she'd be furious. She makes no excuses, not for them nor for Runaan, who should have known better, who did and killed Harrow anyway, but it's still heartbreaking to see Ez in so much pain and to see the castle that was very quickly becoming home in ruins.

They're camped by the temples now. They still have supplies from their trip and there are civilians who need the space and the bedrolls more. Callum doesn't want to be around Ez right now anyway, not after the screaming match they'd had at the ruins, and as much as Callum had tried to defend them, he knows, deep down, that Ez is right. He sulks the evening away, poking aggressively, guiltily at their fire while the clerics dish out what little dinner there is available.

Rayla leaves him to it in search of something to do distract her from her own guilt and winds up helping Soren and some of the other soldiers pitch tents in the fields as an alternative for something more long term. She's tightening a guy wire when Ez finds her.

"Can we talk?"

Rayla twitches her lips. "Sure."

There's a pause. Ez can't quite look at her and Rayla swings her arms awkwardly, her throat tight. In a rare show of reading the room—or lack thereof, Rayla supposes—Soren makes himself scarce, claiming he needs Opeli to check the stitches on his forehead, and then it's just her and Ez and the distant sound of chatter in the night.

"Are you angry at me too?" asks Ez at last.

Rayla stares at him. It's not what she expected at all. "Why on earth would I be angry at you?" she says stupidly. "You were right. We were closer and we should have come back sooner. We shouldn't have—" She cuts herself off and glance away, not quite able to regret it completely. "I'm sorry we weren't here," she says instead. "You have every right to be angry at us."

Ez shakes his head. "Katolis is my responsibility," he mumbles. "It doesn't matter what you were doing. I should have been here. I never should have left."

"Ez, you couldn't have known—"

"It doesn't matter," he snaps. "I'm supposed to be king. I'm supposed to protect these people, and instead—" He hiccoughs and shuts his eyes. "I should have known something was wrong when Sol Regem didn't show up for Queen Janai's brother. We should have gone looking for him, we should have—"

"Ezran, stop it," says Rayla sharply. "This isn't your fault."

"It might as well be!" snarls Ez. "Why wasn't I here, Rayla? Why couldn't I have done something to stop this? All those people dead, friends, family, brothers and sisters and moms and dads and kids lined up in the square, why—" He cuts himself short, knees buckling, shoulders shaking with every shuddering sob. Rayla's heart shatters for him, and she crosses the distance between them and pulls him into her arms, all of the anger between them be damned. "Why couldn't I protect them?" he sniffs. "Why couldn't I have been a better king?"

Rayla shushes him, her arms tight and steady around his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault," she says firmly. "You didn't cause this. You couldn't have stopped it. You're a good king, Ez, and we need to focus on protecting whatever's left, okay? The survivors. The people who are still here. They need you."

"They need someone better than me."

"No," snaps Rayla, "they need you. A king who ends wars, not one who keeps fighting them. A king who wants his legacy to be a narrative of love. You're going to pull through this. You and the rest of Katolis. It's going to be okay."

"It's not now."

Rayla grimaces. "No. It's not now. But it will be, and you have to believe that. For them. Okay?"

There's another pause. Ez sobs into her shoulder, a child more than a king, and Rayla holds him tight, swallowing her own tears and heartbreak because it's not fair that he should have to deal with that too. She lets him cry for ages because he needs it, because the grief is too big and too heavy to bottle up, before, finally, he raises his arms and hugs her back.

"I heard you and Callum are okay now," he mumbles against her shirt at last.

Rayla almost laughs. "We were always going to be," she chuckles in spite of herself.

"Good," says Ez quietly. "I'm glad there's one thing in amongst all of this that's still intact."

#rayllum #tangentially #tdp ezran #tdp rayla #in anticipation #ez&rayla brotp bc they deserve it and i dont write it enough

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fandoms--fluff · 1 year ago

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Hey, I really liked the one you did with Hope and her sister wanted to know if you could do one where Hayley and Klaus are not dead and are with their two daughters. One day they are in the living room with Hope and y/n until Hope yells at her parents and they turn and are surprised when y/n stand up and start walking towards them

Quieting The Argument

Baby female Mikaelson reader x Hope Mikaelson (plus Klaus + Hayley)

Warnings: nothin, just tooth rotting fluff

A/n: Hope you like it <3 this was fun and cute to write!

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The four of you are sitting in the living room, Klaus and Hayley on the couch, while Hope and you are sitting on the floor on top of a blanket. You two have the Fisher Price stacking rings between you guys. The teenager drops the first one down the pole, making you giggle before grabbing the orange one and plopping it right on top of the red one she put on.

Your parents are squabbling about how Klaus had let Hope have a shot of brandy last night without her knowledge, just finding out about it when Klaus accidentally mentioned it, not noticing Hayley was in the other room.

Once all the rings are stacked up, you maneuver yourself so you're on your hands and knees. You crawl over to your big sister. She lifts you up under your armpits and kisses your forehead before settling you down in her lap, making you giggle.

Hope reaches to the side and grabs a wooden horse that your guys' dad recarved for her when she was a baby and now it's yours to play with. She wraps one of her arms around your back to make sure you don't fall backward, and holds the wooden horse with her other hand in front of you,

You giggle, reaching up for it. You guys start playing the 'up and down' game with the toy, where Hope has hold of the toy and move it up or down so you can't get it before she finally hands it to you.

Having the horse in your possession now, you start squirming to be let off her lap. Picking it up right away, Hope lifts you off your lap and places you down onto the soft blanket.

With one hand still clutched to the toy, your other one goes to Hope's knee before leaning your body against her. Slowly but surely, you get enough momentum to get yourself up all the way while still holding onto the horse and leaning on her leg for balance.

You turn, facing where your mama and dada are sitting on the couch four feet away. Wanting to get over to them, you slowly put one of your feet in front of the other and push off of Hope's leg.

Hope realizes straight away what you're doing and looks over to the adults as well.

"Dad, Mom, look!" She yells at them excitedly, effectively stopping their disagreement.

Turning around they both look like their about to say something before their gaze travels down to where you're almost right in front of Klaus, a couple more steps away.

They both pause, eyes widening in the realization of what's happening at the moment.

You quickly take the last steps before latching onto your dada's left leg, stabilizing yourself again.

He lifts you up onto his lap right away, "Good job my little love" Klaus kisses the top of your head.

"Dada!" You exclaim, lifting up your tiny hand with the wooden horse. "Yeah, dada" Klaus mumbles and kisses your forehead before taking the wooden horse and running it up and down your arms.

The tickling feeling from the horse makes you shiver and giggle, before getting the horse back from the original hybrid.

"How is it that you both decided to take your first steps when were in disagreements" Hayley realizes, pulling you into her arms and cuddling you. You squeal happily before nuzzling into your Mama's chest.

"Well this is one way to stop your guys from fighting, note to self" Hope smirks, making you burst into a fit of giggles. Your parents look from Hope to you in disbelief at how quick you were to basically 'agree' with the teen on the subject.

"Hey don't look at me, if uncle Kol was here, he would say the same thing" She raises her arms up in mock surrender with a lincoln log in her right hand that she picked up from the ground and twirled it with her fingers once you were in Klaus' arms and she didn't have to worry about you tripping onto the ground.

#hope mikaelson #hope mikaelson x sister reader #mikaelson reader #hope mikaelson x baby sister reader #klaus mikaelson #hayley marshall #dad klaus #mom hayley #cute #fluff #imagines #comfort #thevampirediaries #theoriginals #kol mikaelson

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thescarletnargacuga · 5 months ago

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What about a fanfic about Caine and Pomni’s life in the harlequin au after they got married? Maybe Cade (The harlequin showtime fanchild) could make an appearance?

A/N: be still my fluttering heart! A HARLEQUIN REQUEST!!??

FIRST BORN

A HARLEQUIN AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @tadc-harlequin-au @iamespecter

MEET CADE!

WARNING: NONE

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Caine and Pomni slept peacefully together in the master bedroom of the manor. It was early dawn, sunlight shifting the sky to a hazy grey blue. The door to their bedroom creaked open. A small puppet scurries to the bed and bumps into the mattress, trying to climb it.

"Dad! Hey, dad! Get up, we gonna go! Daaaaad! Hey, DAD!" Cade grabbed Caine by the arm and tried to drag him out of bed.

Pomni stirred with a smile. "Your son is awake..."

"Dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad, dad!" Cade repeated as he tugged at his father's arm.

Caine grumbled. "Before sunrise, he's your son."

Cade lost his grip and fell backwards off the bed. "Woah!" With his mother's tenacity, he got back up quickly and leapt onto the bed, headbutting Caine. Their teeth clank together loudly. "You promised!"

Caine is rattled awake and looks at the young puppet pouting at him. "Okay, okay...I'm up."

"YEAH!!" Cade celebrates and gives his mom a quick hug before running out of the room.

Caine yawns, stretches and kisses Pomni on the head before getting up and dressed. He finds Cade pacing in the hall, waiting rather impatiently by the bedroom door.

"Finally! Come on, dad!" He runs to his father, arms open wide.

Caine lifts his son into his arms and holds him on his hip. "Ready, champ?"

"Ready!" Cade wiggled with excitement.

"1,2,3-"

"Blink!! Yay!" Cade giggled as they vanished and reappeared on the roof of the mansion. "Again! Again!"

"Again?" Caine smiled. "Alright, how far do you think I can go?"

"uuuuh, over there!" Cade pointed to a distant bell tower.

Caine put his hand out as though gauging the distance. "Hmmmmm, I don't know, champ. That seems kinda-NEVERMIND!" He blinked to the top of the bell tower, one of the highest points in the newly revitalized City of Circuits.

Cade squealed with delight. "Daaad! You're supposed to say blink!"

"Oh, no, you're right. I forgot, silly me." He sat on the slightly slanted roof, Cade in his lap. "This is the view you wanted?"

"Yeah." Cade snuggled against his dad and watched the suns rays cascade morning pastels across the horizon. "The city looks so cool from up here. Like a big playset."

"That it does. Everything has changed so much... The City of Circuits is regrowing, filled with puppets. And then there's you, our little miracle." He kissed Cade's head.

"Yeah..." Cade frowned. "Why is there only one me?"

"Champ, I don't think the world could handle more than one of you." Caine chuckled.

"No, why are there no other puppets like me?"

Caine held Cade tight comfortingly. "Give it time, son. Before you, we didn't even know you were possible. I bet before you know it, the streets will be swarming with puppet children. Then you'll have so many friends you won't know what to do with them."

"I hope so. Hey, dad, bet you can't get to that rocky ledge outside the city."

Caine had to actually squint to see what Cade was pointing at. "Huh, Guess I could... But for the life of me I can't remember the magic word."

"Huh??"

"Oh, what was it? ...drink? No. Sink? Clink? Oh, dear."

"DAAAAD!" Cade laughed

Caine dramatically put his arm over his head and leaned back. "Oh, woe is me and my terrible memory! Help me, son! What was it?? Rinky-dink?"

"No!!" Cade couldn't stop laughing. "It's blink!!"

"Oh yeah!"

"BLINK!!" Cade and Caine shouted at the same time and teleported all the way to the waypoint Cade found. From there, they stood with their backs to the sunshine, seeing the city stretch across the horizon. "Now this is a view I could eat."

"What? You can't eat the city, dad?"

"I can't?"

"No!"

"Well, then I'll settle for eating you!" Caine made loud nomming sounds and pressed his teeth to Cade as his son squealed and squirmed playfully in his arms.

"Caine, what have I told you about spoiling your appetite?" Pomni's voice came from behind them.

"MOM!" Cade wiggled out of Caine's grasp and ran to his mother. She picked him up, tossed him in the air, and caught him, holding him close. "Mom! Dad was trying to eat me!"

"I saw. I'm only disappointed that he wasn't going to share."

"Wait, wha-" Cade screamed with laughter as Pomni "ate" at him. "Momma, no! No eat MEEEEEE!"

She relented to give Cade a chance to catch his breath. Little puppet was in an absolute laughing tizzy. She stood close to Caine and gave him a kiss. "Having fun running around with the little one?"

"Always, but I think I riled him up too much. He'll be an absolute menace if we go back home now."

"Let me handle him. I'm on City patrol today, he can walk around with me."

"Thank you." Caine kissed Pomni again. His gaze is eternally loving towards her. "I've got a council meeting to attend. We're deciding where to build the new pump house... So exciting." He drawled.

"They should put it over there!" Cade pointed in a random direction.

"Really? I was going to suggest putting it up there." Caine pointed to a random spot in the sky.

Cade giggled. "Silly, daddy."

Caine's heart could melt right off his chest. Pomni and Cade. His FAMILY, right there in front of him. Potentially forever. He hugged both of them.

Pomni smiled and leaned against his shoulder. Cade squirmed between his parents, unable to sit still.

"I love you..." Caine whispered.

"I love you, too." Pomni said back.

"...can we get crayons?" Cade asked.

#You get the reference?#Of course you do #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #tadc pomni #tadc caine #tadc showtime #tadc harlequin au #harlequin au #cade

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akuworld777 · 8 months ago

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The newspaper

Tim had told Kon all about the cloning incident, so a year later Tim hadn't really thought about it but now Kon was in his Wayne office wondering, why because Bruce refused to take over the company again unless that Tim would finish his education, but getting back to the point , Kon was there with a book in his hand, a book very very similar to Tim's diary, the diary he started after his dad's death, the diary in which he planned the murderer's death. of his father, even if in the end he did not kill him, diary where all the cloning data is, where each documented attempt is, where…. Where Tim goes crazy and Kon has the diary…

I had thought that he had hidden it, Tim had hidden it with all the cloning things, with the capsule, the generator, the data, the DNA. Tim had hidden it and if he had told Kon the address when he confessed to him about how he had tried it. clone in case he wants to go see, or destroy it, Tm's actually not sure why he told him that, hell he's not sure why he didn't burn everything to the ground, Probably because he was thinking of trying again, after all He only stopped because Cassie intervened and Bruce disappeared, he wasn't dead, Tim had brought him back and he wasn't dead, he wasn't crazy.

Actually Tim had thought that Kon would destroy everything and if he didn't he wouldn't find the diary, but he did and now he's probably here to tell him what an idiot he was, how disgusting he is for trying to clone his best friend 99 times, for that matter. How he kissed Cassie just to feel it, how he planned to use his DNA if the 100th attempt didn't work, trapping him with a baby, it didn't matter that at that moment Kon was dead, that there was actually no one to catch, god Tim It really was disgusting, wasn't it?

Too caught up in his head he didn't notice the intense look Kon was giving him, though his thoughts were cut off by a laugh, “I can't believe it, Cassie told me you were sick when me and Bart died but, I can't believe it.” I said that you kissed her to feel me” probably because he didn't know, Tim thought, although the thought didn't last long as he focused on what Kon was saying. "And although I knew about cloning, I didn't really expect you to have tried so hard, Tim, you were actually going to make a baby with our DNA, as if it were a husband who died and you were the mother who decided to keep the child to remember her dead loved one, it's very soap opera-like”

Tim felt like those words were digging into his conscience. Kon was saying it as if it were something absurd, he didn't seem malicious or angry, but his words felt wrong, it felt like he was making fun of what Tim had gone through, of his feelings. of his unrequited love, as if everything he did was nothing more than a bad joke, as if his mourning was worthless.

Kon seemed to realize the state Tim was in because he stopped laughing, examining him as if he were seeing him with his x-ray vision, examining him thoroughly. Unlike Bruce, Tim didn't mind being used, he felt seen in the way his parents never saw him.

Kon obviously realized something, because Tim felt the tkl pull him closer and suddenly he was trapped in the muscular, tanned arms of a Kryptonian, Tim felt himself melting in the embrace as Kon's ever-present warmth sank into him. his bones, relieving phantom pains that Tim had not even realized were there, it was like returning home, to his home, a home that seemed to have been missing for a while, he could not contain the sigh of satisfaction, but he did not regret leaving it. He left especially because Kon hugged him tighter and surrounded them both with his tactile telekinesis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself well," Kon's voice sounded right next to his ear. that someone could do so much for me, could have fallen so low, could have I've suffered my loss enough to try everything." Tim felt a chill as Kon spoke, while that voice tickled his ear, but he also felt conflicted, a conflict between telling him that it wasn't that big of a deal and telling him that anyone would have done it, Cassie is proof she went and joined a cult because of his death, that he deserved that recognition, that he deserved people to worry about him, but he bit his tongue and let Kon continue instead of interrupting to express how incredible it was. It was Kon and how much it affected everyone that he was not there, how much it affected him.

“I don't want to say that what you did wasn't fucked up, damn it's actually kind of funny I'm a clone and you decided that to bring me back you were going to clone me instead of going to Constantie and making some deal with a god or demon.” Tim continued listening to Kon but made a mental note to dabble in necromancy since Kon seemed open to that and get more blackmail on Constantine, hell next time he would throw Kon's body in a lazarus pit or just jump in a building, before being without him again. As if Kon read his mind, Tim felt a tug on his hair which Kon had been stroking earlier and saw the disapproving look the super gave him.

"I'm sorry… I don't know what happened to me, you were gone, so many people were gone." Tim buried his face in Kon's shoulder. "I was just thinking about bringing you back, about bringing at least a part of you back." lap" Kon sighed “I'm not asking you to apologize Tim, I actually thought you were going to be much worse, it doesn't mean I approve of this but if I had come back to life and you had managed to have another me, I wouldn't have been angry… if you had achieved the “Baby, I wouldn’t be mad either…” The silence after that was louder than if this had been a shouting match, Tim once again confirmed that bats are not made for feelings… or maybe the trauma was simply preventing him from being good at feelings, or something. Maybe it was negligence.

Kon clarified the guarantee and spoke again, “Actually, it had been a year since all this and I probably should have talked to you since I read the entire diary, but I kept putting it off because I didn't know how to tell you this… I didn't know how. explain my feelings and I didn't know if I had really understood yours correctly, the hell I chose this moment because Cassie threatened to destroy the diary if I didn't talk to you and…and I thought that now that a year has passed, it probably won't affect you that much…" The pause felt like a shock so Kon wasted no time in continuing quickly.

“Probably what you feel for me is already gone and I thought if that's how I can deal with rejection… I can deal with that, I'm used to not having much luck in romance and this is Rob, he wouldn't make fun of me or nothing, our relationship could continue….” Kon's voice became lower and lower as if he felt unsure of continuing, but Tim couldn't pay much attention to that, because Kon had just confessed to him, to Tim Drake, he had just confessed and he was actually thinking. that Tim would reject him, he thought that Tim would have gotten bored of him because it had been a year, just a year and Tim wanted to hit him because Tim had been feeling something for him since they were only 4 in young Justice and Kon thought that one year he would to be enough to make Tim forget about his feelings, to make Tim reject him.

Kon had arrived with the damn diary where Tim poured his soul, his sorrow, his pain, his mourning, his love and he had tried to take it with humor as he always did with serious topics trying not to get hurt, the trauma appeared in many forms and everyone They had a way of dealing with him, Kon had always used humor, kind of like Dick. He probably planned to pretend that everything was a joke if Tim rejected him, but Tim would never reject him so he took a deep breath and separated from the hug, the TKL let go easily but at the same time seemed to want to keep him there, Kon looked at him sadly, he seemed resigned and Tim couldn't allow that.

"I still like you… If you hadn't come back in the middle of my search for Bruce, I probably would have done the baby plan after bringing Bruce back, put my DNA and yours in a capsule and spent months hiding creating fake IDs, buying a house, getting a fake job, in some random country and I would have raised the baby there.” It may not be the most poetic or emotional declaration of love, hell in reality he hadn't even said that he loved him or that he liked him but Tim was a vigilante, above all he was a bat and practically Tim's entire life had revolved around heroes and That Tim is confessing to Kon what is basically that he was going to retire from being a vigilante with a test tube baby of the two, was very significant.

“I liked you from the beginning of Young Justice, I may not have loved you that early but I liked you, and after breaking up with Steph I realized that I wasn't that interested in her, because the breakup didn't hurt me that much. Instead I was more focused on the fact that we were going out the next day and that I had nothing to wear, damn Steph helped me choose what to wear because she had also realized it long before me", "you are, nice handsome, you smile seems to light up the day, your hugs are like scorching the home, I can feel the heat, the comfort, the affection, you are like a respite from the pain, the memories are the discomfort, you never judge anything, damn it, I tried to clone you 99 times and you keep saying that you don't blame me for it, even knowing that you had a lot of problems regarding your identity due to cloning, you always support everyone, you always seem to know everything, you never push me or anyone to do things I don't want to do, Hell, when my parents weren't at Christmas or when Bruce and I were arguing, you were the angriest, you always defended me, you gave fucking Jason Todd a threat for trying to kill me, you…" Tim could have spent hours talking about everything good about Kon if he had the time he would even show you his power point and his graph of over 100 reasons why Kon was a unique, admirable person and anyone who said otherwise was obviously a villain, but he couldn't since warm lips that felt like the sun on the morning of a spring day rested on his lips, effectively silencing him.

Tim had priorities and preferred to indulge in the kiss than in his talk about why Kon is the best person in the world, sue him, if Superboy kissed them they surely wouldn't be able to think, much less continue with a speech.

The kiss was perfect, not in the traditional way after all, Tim. And him still didn't know what the other liked and it was a little awkward for it being the first kiss they shared, but the feelings were there, every movement of lip to lip, They told praises of love and professed devotion, each touch was warm and moved the heart of the other, it was a promise, a prophecy fulfilled, a river that overflowed as the minutes passed and the feelings of each one were transmitted in the kiss.

The only thing that brought them out of their concentration was the noise of a pile of leaves falling to the floor. They quickly separated. Tim had thought that Kon had dropped the newspaper but unfortunately they were not so lucky. His assistant Katerin, the substitute since Tam was sick, had just seen 18-year-old Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, kissing Superboy… Tim would have to pay her so much to keep quiet.

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j4keluver · 8 months ago

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To All The Boys I've Loved Before: To Whom it may concern, I like you

casting: reader as lara jean, heeseung as peter kavinsky, sunghoon as reader's older brother, jungwon as josh sanderson, jay as greg, sunoo as lucas, ni-ki as kitty | ft... yunjin as chris, chaewon as gen

warning : explicit sexual implication (no smut) , swearing

synopsis: you've always dreamed of finding the picture perfect boyfriend but high school boys suck. whenever you get feelings so intense but can't put it to words, you write a letter that gets stuffed into a hidden blue box. so why is yang jungwon, your neighbor, walking towards you with a letter in his hand and why are you kissing lee heeseung, gen's boyfriend?

author's note: here's our first officially teaser of the series ! me and tiana (@luvj4key) have been working very hard to produce this series and we are so glad to see many of you loving it ! we still have a lot of responsibilities in our outside life out of tumblr so please be patient and understand that we are doing our best to create quality work for you guys. thank you for all the love ! and we will continue to answer question and build up your anticipation <3

The feeling of the grass tickles your finger tips, almost making you throw a light laugh. The low lit sun kisses your skin and the scent of the earth breathes into your system. It's a sense of freedom and warmth that you can only delve into when getting lost in the carefully written pages and pages of a love story.

In the distance, there is a young boy that seems to enjoy the earth's presence. Sun-bathed skin that soaks up the sun's welcoming rays, playful eyes that hold a keen stare, and flushed cheeks that only Aphrodite could have blessed him with. But it's not just anybody - It's Yang Jungwon.

He catches your stare and gives you a wistful smile, slowly making his way to you. You can only stand still when he finally appears right in front of you. His calloused hands reach up to your face to caress the soft skin of your cheek. Jungwon's eyes flutter closed and it's like your eyes close on command. He leans in ever so slightly, the tip of his nose touching yours in a light nudge. His breath is getting closer to your lips until -

"Hey ! What was that for?" you groan. The pillow Riki just threw at you is now somewhere on the ground onto of a mountain of unfolded laundry. You look up to him from your book to see him leaning on your door frame.

"Well in case you didn't notice, dinner is about to be ready. We've called you like six times," he rolls his eyes. Sunghoon pops up from behind him, "Yeah peanut. If you weren't reading those shitty books, you would have noticed that Dad made your favorite."

"I'm coming, I'm coming. I just finished this chapter," you shooed them away. You put on a pair of slippers and stop at the bottom step when the door opens and a familar frame greets you. The man of the hour again - Yang Jungwon.

"Hoon, Riki," Jungwon says, pulling in them for a quick hug and a firm pat on the back. "Sick ! Jungwon brought the new fifa game. This is why you're better than Sunghoon. " Riki exclaims. Sunghoon smacks the backside of his head while Riki sheepishly mumbles an apology.

Jungwon makes eye contact with you and raises his hand for a high-five which you comply . Jungwon whispers, "My favorite siblings out of all of you guys but don't tell them that !"

You can only softly laugh, knowing he loved this household more than his own. Your dad calls out to him, ushering him the the kitchen. Jungwon winks at you before walking over.

Yang Jungwon was someone that you were almost too familiar with. The Yangs moved into the house next door when you were in the sixth grade, Sunghoon was in seventh, and Riki was in fifth. You still remember young Jungwon, hiding behind his mother's leg and peeking over with his cat-like eyes.

Jungwon's mother gave him a little nudge, "Don't be shy Jungwon, they won't bite you." You tilt your head at him before deciding to give him a small wave and offer a cheeky smile. With that, it seems like Jungwon's shell had cracked as his dimple peeked through when he smiled back.

Your brother immediately invited him in to play some video games which he just nodded too. Every since then, it was like Jungwon lived at your house. Heck, sometimes he knew your house better than you did. He came after school to get tutored by Sunghoon and he would come on the weekend to play soccer with Riki, only seeing you in fleeting moments.

Jungwon was techincally your first boyfriend. Well - space between boy and friend. You would bike to school together, eat lunch together, be each other's lab partners and join the same clubs. You guys were insperable until high school. Your dynamic was very different in high school than middle school.

Jungwon towered five inches taller than eight grade graduation, leaving him at a staggering 5'10. His jaw was more defined, cheekbones more prominent. He made the soccer team so he was frame was lean and his skin was sun-kissed from all the outside practices. And the most biggest change; the girls

Jungwon had always been attractive, at least in your eyes. But his new profound looks made him extremely popular with Adler High. You changed a little from middle school. You opted to wear contacts than your glasses, you got your braces off and you finally learned how to make your eyeliners twins and not cousins. But it was nothing compared to the 360 Jungwon made.

He tried to keep your connection strong, even when he got his first girlfriend. He would still come over on Friday after school for movie nights, and still had the usual routine with your siblings. However, you didn't know that a random Friday would be your last movie night.

In your defense, you didn't mean to ease drop on him and Sunghoon's conversation but you're glad did. You, Sunghoon and Jungwon were having a late night conversation in the backyard before you excuse yourself to grab some water.

You come back with three water bottles until you stop in your tracks as you heard Sunghoon ask Jungwon, "So THE Yang Jungwon isn't a virgin anymore huh? How was she?" You quickly hid behind the wall, trying to control your shaky hands. Jungwon laughs, "Dude her head game was insane, had me rolling my eyes and shit. And the way her walls sucked me in, literal stars."

Did Jungwon actually say that or are you imagining things? It wasn't until you heard Sunghoon hollers, "Let's fucking go Jungwon, I see you." Your face feels hot and you feel your eyes brimming with tears. But what are you crying for? Are you upset that he is disrespecting women or are you upset that you realized you're in love with him and he just confessed that he lost his virginity? Both? You take a deep breath and wait for their conversation to go still before heading out.

You drop off the waters to them and make up some excuse about a throbbing headache, clutching onto your temples. You hug them goodnight, holding onto Jungwon for a second longer than usual. You cry yourself to sleep.

Jungwon persists for the next month, constantly asking what was wrong and if there was anything he could fix. He would ask your brothers what's wrong, to which they only shrugged their shoulder not knowing the answer. He would text you and you would simply keep telling him it was personal reasons.

He stops trying one month and three weeks in, probably because his girlfriend wouldn't be so happy if she sees how much effort he is putting into you. From then on, things are a little awkward but manageable. You only see him in passing moments.

Jungwon and his first girlfriend eventually break up but he quickly gets with Kim Minji, a cheerleader for Adler high, and they're still together till now.

You take your sit at the dining table next to Sunghoon. Sunghoon plates your food for you, "Eat up, you won't have me to remind you when I'm in Ireland." You just sigh and say a 'thank you.'

Your dad starts, "So Jungwon, How's Minji? Haven't seen her around in a while." Sunghoon's eyes widen while Jungwon awkwardly clears his throat. His eyes dart around and he subconsciously makes eye contact with you. You raise an eyebrow at him before he looks away.

"Oh we've just been busy and stressed with school that we haven't been able to see each other in a while. It's.. going okay." Jungwon manages to say before Riki changes the topic, talking about the new game Jungwon brought over.

The conversation between the five of you flow smoothly. You settle for going bed early since you're waking up early to see Sunghoon off in the morning. You hug your dad and Sunghoon goodnight and drop a kiss on Riki's head ("Stop doing that (Y/N), I'm old and manly now" You know he still loves to be babied.) You choose for a small wave to Jungwon before heading upstairs.

Sunghoon isn't a guy to get emotional and shed tears. You could count on your hands how many times you've seen Sunghoon cry. But here he was, stray tears falling down his cheek. Dad pats his back as Sunghoon sniffles. He gives Riki a quick hug, a rare moment between the brothers.

And when he gets to you, he pulls you into the tighest hug before leaving a big smooch on your head. He pulls back and sternly warns you, "Now peanut, listen to me very closely. Now with your older, hot, manly, strong brother away, boys are going to try to approach you and you will turn down every single one. You understand? Especially the Lacrosse team."

You don't really focus on the words you say as your own tears start to well up in your eyes where Sunghoon only coos at you and hugs you tighter. The three of your wave to Sunghoon as he walks through his gate. You look back to see if he's looking back. He's not and it finally hits you that for this school year, you're on your own (minus riki)

taglist: @dimplewonie @wooziswife @bunnbam (unable to tag)

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #kim sunoo #lee heeseung #jake sim #park jay #park sunghoon #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #j4keluver and luvj4key tatbilb collab💌

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nagitoshopejar · 11 months ago

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A show of the ages

Summary: Velvettes show has gone wrong and her adopted dad decided to help calm her down

THIS IS A PLATONIC PAIRING

“Fuck off Vox!” The youngest of the vees was throwing her usual tantrum when one of her shows wasn't going to plan, or at least the preparations before it. There was a problem. Velvette’s models were not to be seen. “Vox go find them!”

“Velvette dear, you know what chasing bitches does for our reputation.” The TV inquired, “we have a reputation to keep. Find someone else. There's more demons here my love.”

Velve, looking as if she was about to tear up, who knows if she was gonna cry at all, it wasn't typical of her to be teary eyed but through all the stress of the show it wouldn't be too crazy. She always manages to save her show whether that means making someone fix it or doing it herself. Right now it seems like she doesn't have a way for the show to go on. Her normally clean dressing room had clothes and props scattered about the floor in Pink haired demons onslaught and fit of rage.

“Listen my dear, I’m sure we can find someone. Perhaps we should tell your fans the truth. We could put out a contest to see who would be a new model, our ratings may go up.”

“Shut up Vox! Is everything about ratings and stuff to you?” The youngest, face turning red just as much as her hair started sputtering insults, “Help me for real or I’ll unplug your moth attracting life support you old ass ornery bitch!” Velvette while her tone was getting louder had Vox trying to calm her down.

“Velvette, calm down please we will find a way.” Vox was unsettlingly calm with his usual trademark grin plastered anywhere there was marketing.

“Vox I swear to god you are no help to you and your big dumb stupid tv head like you're supposed to be modern tech and you're old but no smarts and you're not wise. It's any wonder why anyone would even trust in our brands with a face not matching a personality or smarts like yours!” Velvette was going on about this forever even closing her eyes tight to make it seem as if she was serious.

“The time spent yelling and insulting me could be spent solving this little conundrum of yours, Velvy.” Velvette hated it when he called her by that name. Yea they had the father daughter bond of a blood family but that doesn't mean he could just call her by that name whenever he wants to.

“Don't call me that you fuckwad.” she muttered loudly enough for Vox to hear while giving him a death glare of the century. “If you're not going to help then you need to leave.”

“But Velve my dear I am. I heard your loud noises and thrashing and now… your mess on the floor. I am here to help you so just work with me here.” Velve huffed still eyes locked on the older of the two not moving an inch from her spot.

“Vox, leave. Now. NOW.”

“Now, is that any way to speak to your dad, young lady?” Vox cocked an eyebrow with an ear to ear grin.

This set Velve off on a tangent, “you, of all people are not my dad. You couldnt even care for a fucking cat, a goldfish if you wanted to, what makes you think you take care of me? You’re old, ugly, not good for nothing piece of shit just some side piece of A-” in her incessant rambling you could see Vox with a sinister, almost mischief grin, he had a plan and was gonna put it to good use. Velve in her onslaught of insults stops mid sentence and simply drops to the ground in giggles.

“Vohohoox what are yohoho doingggg?” she whines trying to suppress her giggles like a river to a beaver dam.

“You are not behaving. Clearly I can't ground you but I can tickle you.” He walked up nice and close to her face to just mention what was happening, “you don't know this but I have little electric bolts that I can use to humble someone with mere giggly antics. You could call it a tickle ray, and we could sell it!” Vox was not excited about his new VoxTech idea but first he had to deal with the little lady who thinks she can disrespect her dad. “Shall I crank it up a notch?”

“VohoHOHOX” of course she couldn't be belittled to begging so she just yelled at the modern man not that she did want it stop “NOHOHOHOHO OHO MY GOHOHOD!” her now ball of giggles was simply melted into a puddle of giggles as Vox kneeled down beside her.

“Maybe this will make you think twice before insulting me.. Velvy.” he snickered, dragging his pointy claw down from the forearm to the hollows to spider along Velves pit.

“NOHOHOT THEHERE PLEASE IM BEHEHGGING YOUHUHU.”

“Awww is the little Velvy ticklish? Just a wittle sensitive? But y'know, if you don't want here I could always move to another spot.” Vox slowly trailed his finger down to her hips with her trying to squirm away from his tickly claw. Note that he's working with one hand, the rest is his tickle ray. Velve was clawing, grabbing at his hand but wasn't pushing it away.

“SHUHUHUT UHUHUP- AGH!” The little lady was surprised by the sudden squeeze on her most ticklish area. “NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE EITHERRR AHAHAHAH VOOHOHOHOHO PLEEHE!” She couldn't create full sentences quite at the moment as the TV head started using both his hands to squeeze her hips.

“You know, I haven't heard you ask me to stop or made any real effort to stop me.”

Velve was blushing like a maniac, her face red and hot from the embarrassment and laughing so much. “SHUHUT UP OHOLD MAHAN!” She was thrashing all over knowing full well she did enjoy it.

“But if you want me to stop all you have to do is apologise for insulting me.”

Through her laughter she spit out sentences mangled with words that sounded like she would never apologise even if part of it was her liking this attention and bond with her adopted dad you would never catch THE Velvette apologising. “VOHO- NOHOH- NEVEHRHRR PLEEAHAHHAHA.”

“Well then, I guess I have to keep going.” The taller figure liked the bonding like this as well. They both needed a let loose kind of activity to bond to and this was just it. Vox was enjoying tickling her just as much as Velvette was enjoying receiving it. Her smile was a genuine one, not one of forced due to the scene going on in front of them.

Eventually in the screaming laughter of the overlords Vox relented when it seemed as if she had enough and calmed down.

The TV smiling down at her, offered her a hand to help her up. Velvette, who was all giggly still from the ghost tickles, took the offer trying to stand. “By the way, the electricity might last a few extra minutes.” Vox mentioned with one last smirk on his face. “Now then my dear, why don't I be the model. I will even let you put make-up on me and dress me in pretty clothes if it makes you happy.”

Velve with an honest and gently happy look for the first time, then had a look of astonishment, “really? Why didn't you mention that you old rag before doing that?”

And with a soft demeanour Vox had replied looking at the littler one with much content, “you look like you could've used it you were too tense. You need to remember our reputation. I can't have you running around making us look like we lost control.”

That night Vox put on his best performance in a dress to make his daughter a happy one.

#hazbin hotel #tickle #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle fight #hazbin hotel tickle #ticklers #tickle tease #ler!vox #Lee!Velvette

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omghallucinations · 5 months ago

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aspects and chart patterns for ateez

number one reason why i decided to write this: mingi has a grand cross.

bro this chart goes crazy. a grand cross is a SHIT TON of energy. act right now, think NEVER (or later, obsessively, full of regrets). for mingi the 4 players are uranus "manic pixie dream girl" (14 aquarius), mars "she's cute but a psycho" (15 scorpio), sun "ME! by taylor swift" (16 leo) and saturn "i work so i can go home" (16 taurus). they're all in fixed signs so that can be a rough ride! these guys ain't gonna move. it's easy to not make any progress because he feels really stuck here. the fire is blazing away, but the walls are staying put. it creates a fixed idea of how things are, a relentless energy that can eat itself. terrified of losing security. strength becomes an identity. he's both 100% always sure he is right about everything and staggeringly aware of the multiplicity of life and that no one knows what truth is, since a grand cross has one of each element so the energy is split.

it's like

his sun, in its rulership in leo, so very strong: have you SEEN ME LATELY, i want to LOVE you and come let me SHINE MY RAYS UPON YOU and you can be like wow you're so pretty!! and i'll be like yeah i am!! you're so pretty too!! i love expressing myself through dance and music!! i am 100% embracing my identity i can't be anyone other than me!! (this depends on his rising) versus uranus in aquarius, also rulership if you do modern rulers which i don't usually: uhHHHHH girl. being different is really. hard. also i don't want to join the party and i don't believe in that and also i want to leave and this is giving me anxiety. have you considered that the self is a construct and constantly changing???

meanwhile, on the other side of his chart:

mars strong in its rulership in scorpio if you do traditional rulers, which i do: i'm so sexy and intense and everyone looks at me all the time. i want to act boldly and with power and sexuality and loyalty and i'm not afraid of anyone have you considered that! if you cross me you'll fucking regret it. i'm full of deep powerful desires and i want to act to achieve them!! versus saturn in taurus: sit the hell down and be responsible, you asshole. stop doing that. stop thinking that. stop desiring that. it's not helpful. stop wanting that it's not practical. i'm the ensemble cast in stick to the status quo!! no no no! stick to the stuff you know!!

which produces these big bursts of passionate action and not a lot of follow through. there's also sub arguments, which are fun too.

sun square saturn: father saturn is always haranguing the sun/self/ego that he has to PRODUCE that he has to SUCCEED or what is the POINT, and sometimes the sun is like fuck it... i give up ballet is YOUR dream dad

father saturn is also haranguing gay cousin uranus which has the fun effect of making him both insanely stubborn/rigid and insanely chaotic at the same time

uranus is like the devil on the shoulder of mars encouraging it to do more, be more extreme, move on, hit da BRICKS

mars passes a lot of that message on to the sun, being like you gotta be move and make a decision right now and who gives a shit what the consequences are! let's jump off this building!!

thank god mingi has an "easy opposition" planet that offshoots his saturn-mars opposition! depending on his birth time his moon likely sextiles saturn and trines mars to some degree. the way out of this all or nothing mentality is through his cancer moon (so many of ateez have cancer moons). his moon is basically like... girl go home. learn to garden or knit or something. get out of the club girl what are u doing

san's mars opposes his jupiter exactly. no like. exactly exactly. 0.00 orb which i almost have never seen in my life. so she's a strong and intense opposition! the two sides of the seesaw:

his mars in scorpio: i'll die for you, i'll kill for you, i have deeply internalized so much red hot rage that i am afraid of being angry but also unable to not be angry. haha i'm fine, he said, his eyes shooting fire. let's go deep and dark right now, i can handle any weight and get though anything also if you betray me i will never forget so write that down, i love two things powerful soul-penetrating intimacy and holding on to my grudges. do you remember that one time you did that one thing because i do versus... taurus jupiter: you know what i love? nature. humanity. my ideals. bro you're really harshing my mellow so bad. i want to focus on acquiring my cool items and comfort. have you tried just like... letting go? transform yourself into a more benevolent being! i'm managing my money, other people's money, whatever, my investments go crazy and i have great intimate partnerships and that's enjoy to bring me fulfillment and joy :)

thankfully his leo venus is there! leo venus trines his scorpio mars and sextiles his jupiter, softening each one with that optimistic romance, the creativity, the passion. venus is not always acting perfectly--she sure can be an egomaniac--but it can certainly smooth out the rough edges of mars and connects the two extremes. it's also in the 12th, the pisces-y house, so it's sort of quieter, more introverted, very compassionate and sympathetic to others.

hongjoong also has an almost exact opposition (0.07, so close!) with a softening planet to the side.

jupiter in pisces: have you ever thought about humanity? we have a responsibility to help the less fortunate! do you think ghosts are real? do you want to join a cult? also i'm so sad :( about people being sad :(. also i really really want to spend all my money! right now!! it's fine i'll make more money whatever, what is important is look at my beautiful gorgeous items (2nd house). versus... mars in virgo: gotta WORK. gotta make that mONEY make PURSE. and the way you do that is by killing yourself working :). i can look at every situation logically and critically and i will cross every t and dot every i in the entire world by thursday at the latest. god i love solving weird problems so much. yes i will be reachable by phone :) or text :) or slack :) please feel free to zoom :) no i will not be on vacation ever in my life :)

thankfully he can bridge that gap with his venus in scorpio in the 9th house (think art/values/beauty/romance that is unafraid of darkness and eager to get to the heart of shit often about philosophy/religion/art/travel). his sun and mc also contribute to that--so his ego/identity and his career. they trine/sextile the two planets themselves, just not exactly.

on the other side of that opposition, we have... a t-square :(. his gemini moon in the 5th house squares both jupiter and mars. a t-square is often like--bro you've repressed some shit but here's some red hot raw potential if u work through it. it can help and hurt, like all aspects. the moon makes sure the chart is like HEY. LOOK AT MARS AND JUPITER. THERE IS A BIG DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MARS AND JUPITER RIGHT. it anchors the difference. it can mean his emotions go zoom zoom from one side to the other--moon/jupiter of benevolence, so many feelings, philosophy, the meaning of life on one side, and then on the other side i have NEVER had a FEELING in my LIFE how DARE you i gotta WORK and THINK ABOUT STUFF what do you mean "don't intellectualize" and "feel my feelings" LMAO sounds fake.

seonghwa interestingly enough has no oppositions at all between planets--he's not going to seesaw within himself. he's gonna make a choice and not understand why other people are making such a big deal out of it. i bet he doesn't even have an internal monologue, lucky bitch. goddamnit.

he does have some interesting conjunctions--he has an exact conjunction with saturn and mars in aries in the 10th house. saturn gives mars a capricorn-ish, earth sign flavor. the way he asserts himself is going to be logical, practical, he does not like change, there's a lot of anxiety with action. this is amplified by them being in the 10th house. saturn gets a boost here because the 10th house is the capricorn house--it likes it here. they are more loosely conjunct his retrograde mercury (some trouble communicating) and his sun. they all get that same practical capricorn flavor.

mars in aries: you cannot kill me in any way that matters :) capricorn in aries: hm. technically. they can. what if, for example, your local coffee shop rearranges the furniture mars in aries: 1 fear

his cancer rising (22 cancer) exactly squares mars and saturn (22 aries) and more loosely mercury and his sun. it's like his identity/his life purpose/life direction as a nurturing, healing person who also struggles with vulnerability and being a bit judgmental sometimes shut up about it runs up against his 10th house work self, for better or worse. fire (aries) and water (cancer) don't get along, their goals are different.

he has other interesting things in his chart but i'm really trying to just to aspects right now lmao this is so long!!

jongho has an exact opposition between jupiter and pluto, so that's a fun bounce between

jupiter in gemini: man i love to be social, free, not taking shit serious, talking to people about whatever, and pluto in sagittarius: get AWAY from me i am LEAVING goodBYYYYYE

if you are extremely generous with your orbs, he could have uranus to quote unquote soften that--sort of like, idek i do my shit my way and it's chill. it's a big orb though so i don't really count it hardcore.

he also loosely has his virgo mars anchoring the opposition into a t-square--it creates sort of a versus situation. like hongjoong, he has a virgo mars (the gotta WORK (but not in a showy capricorn way, i'm genuinely doing the work stop showing off)) struggling to balance the opposing impulses of pluto and jupiter.

gotta wORK... on what? gotta work with people in a social way? or gotta work by getting the hell out of here independently? he can vacillate between the two extremes, avoid one of the points until his saturn return clomps up to say heyyyy girlllllll or some mixture of the two.

wooyoung has one opposition between planets!

mercury in scorpio (15) in the second house: i wanna get into the deep weeds with people, i want to skip the small talk and trauma dump on each other, i wanna say the TRUTH i don't CARE if it's "nice" also i'm fairly practical and critical, in contrast to how i am all or nothing motherfucker anyway i need to passionately argue my ideas and also i need to ice you out, i'm complex okay!! gOD you just don't UNDERSTAND the exhilarating highs and perilous lows of LIFE like I DOOO versus saturn in taurus (15) in the eighth house: oh shit i gotta keep myself in check and be normal so i can handle other people's problems and not lose all my money and not transform too much it will make people uncomfortable fuck i'm afraid of death i need to have a stable foundation jesus christ stop being so emotional and focus on what is practical!! god!!!!

there is no easy way out of that one i'm afraid.

instead, there's a t-square!!! the action point is his uranus in aquarius in the fifth house so there's issues with feeling like being his own unique person is in itself disruptive. he fears rejection--probably went through that a lot as a child (5th house). on the bright side, having to deal with the squares will help him gain resolution in this seesaw. the vibes are:

i have to restrict myself and be a normal bitch gotta WORK, gotta make that MONEY make PURSE

no wait. i have to be my weird ass self and express that creatively! my uniqueness is my charming point! it is so fun and awesome to be a little weirdo!

u know what actually let's connect deeply i wanna talk about emotional TRUTHS i wanna bear my SOUL i'm so RIGHT about everything and if i talk at you enough you will learn the truth!!

oops changed my mind goodbye everyone, i have reinvented myself again and i need to run away forever i'm a manic pixie dream girl and i've ghosted you. :)

yeosang has a grand trine! with a generous orb, so it's less strong than it could be. a rare aspect that is all about ease. again, like all aspects and chart patterns, there are pros and cons. a grand trine is a big ole triangle with 3 planets or points in the same element and they all get along great. yeosang's ascendant in aries is trine pluto in sagittarius is trine venus in leo. his life purpose/direction, his understanding of power death and rebirth and his desire for love, what he likes, his values, etc are always chatting away in endless circles and it's very cohesive but it can really lack direction.

pluto: i don't know where do u wanna go ascendant: idk were do u wanna go venus: idk where do u wanna go

like that. there's a lot of potential here: the newness and excitement and babyness of an aries rising, the intensity and passion of pluto, the love and harmony and creativity of venus, but it lacks direction in a major way.

like san and hongjoong, yeosang also has a mars and jupiter opposition. san and hongjoong's are exact, though (so like jupiter at 18 pisces is exactly opposite mars at 18 virgo), so they are stronger. yeosang's is more chill but still present.

jupiter in aries in the 1st house: i love being alive! i feel fresh and brand new. optimism is so easy for me! i act quickly and i want what i want but also if you want something i'll get it for you! i have strong values and i'm super honest and i'm not afraid of that in any way :). everything will work out!! mars in libra in the 7th house: haha... a decision? never heard of her hahah.... it's fine whatever u want is cool.... .. . i don't really wanna get it myself so uh. well if u think it's okay???? do you think it's okay?????? does everyone else think it's okay???? i'm very stressed and mars is in detriment here so i am uncomfortable but it's okay i'll be fine whatever u want is okay with me so long as the group is happy right???

it's also interesting because as an aries rising, his chart ruler is mars in libra--it's gonna flavor his whole personality strongly. normally in that opposition jupiter would overrule mars in its detriment, but because mars is the chart ruler that side of his personality gets emphasized more.

yunho has a locomotive chart pattern--that's like when 3/4 parts of the wheel have planets in them. hongjoong also has this. these people tend to be more driven towards goals, and there's one planet that acts as the engine--for hongjoong it's his virgo mars, which makes sense, and yunho's is his gemini moon in the eighth house. his engine is social-emotional in a light gemini sort of way not in an intense water moon sort of way. it's also square his pisces mercury in the 4th house (the cancer house, home/roots/foundation). to me that's like

gemini moon in the 8th: emotions are interesting to me in an abstract way but they don't really affect me that much, i'm always able to see the logical side of things. i'm really good at talking people through their feelings and i love to talk about mine too--but i do not want to actually feel them, ew gross that does not make me feel safe and feeling safe is extremely important to me! anyway what feeling i don't know what you're talking about my mood is totally different now i don't remember her? yeah i was upset but that was thirty seconds ago catch up! pisces mercury in the 4th: that person over there is sad i can feel it :( be nice to them :( i am gonna be really careful so i don't offend them :( anyway there is no one right answer i could be wrong idk i'm used to everything changing all the time so it's not a big deal do u think that person needs a hug :( gemini moon, trying to not feel anything: what are u doing here

this seems like a very helpful and productive square that keeps pisces and gemini--both mutable signs--from going too far in either direction. the house placements feel more unstable though.

uranus is also trine the moon so that weighs the scale more on the detachment side. uranus in aquarius in the 3rd (gemini house) is air on air on air, but also very stubborn and obsessed with being free. goodBYYYYEYYEE in a planet.

his sun is also conjunct jupiter in aries which makes his personality larger-than-life or like, expanded in some way. known. success comes easier. it's also in the fifth house of creativity and self expression which is a fun, carefree vibe, youthful leo energy. can get an ego, but he's friendly!

venus at home in taurus in the 6th conjunct saturn in taurus in the 6th--that's like saturn squeezing the life out of venus a little bit. holding it down.

venus in taurus: everyone likes me i'm cute and lovable and things come so easy to me! i love items and feeling safe and at home! man this is a soft hoodie i have achieved fulfillment. i know the perfect thing to smooth over this awkward social situation because things gotta stay stable it's insanely important to me but u know it's cool, i'm so friendly and personable :) saturn in taurus: have u ever considered that everyone betrays u venus in taurus: everyone.... could betray me. i... could betray me...... ... . better not let anyone in emotionally!!! i don't trust that shit! but if you do stay we're for life, so. ride or die.

anyway i'm interested in doing more astrology for ateez, these bitches go crazy. almost all of them have very active uranus and they have either a gemini moon (yunho, san, hongjoong) or a cancer moon (wooyoung, seonghwa, mingi, yeosang) or they are jongho, who has either an aries or a pisces moon depending on when he was born. what the hell bro. wild.

#ateez #ateez astrology #kpop astrology

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st0rmyskies · 5 months ago

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dude you’re literally the only person who I can ramble to about this so please hear me out.

So i’m a (super senior) marine biology major and i’m at a field station for class/research. During my free time i’ve been going out fishing with my two friends on the daily. It’s worth noting too that we all are very, very outwardly queer in a seaside town that is filled to the brim with trump flags on boats. We also barely know how to fish, as in we know how to cast it. But also we couldn’t even get the one pole to cast yesterday so that statement is even on thin ice. But in our fishing endeavors, there have been a handful of time where straight up dads have watched us get our asses handed to us and they will offer their advice/help. And when I say ‘dad’ I deadass mean 9/10 there son is awkwardly standing behind him and begging them to stop talking to us after it’s been 15 minutes. Once again, we’re queer and we have daddy issues, so we absolutely are eating up these conversations. It’s honestly the most heartwarming, fucking funniest interactions to me. Especially when you get the visual imagery of us getting tangled in fishing line because we can’t get the one reel to cooperate; one of us has a youtube video pulled up while the other is reading the manual. BOOM- a dad appears.

With that, I cannot stop thinking about Time approaching the most queer ass group of college students (who are visibly struggling to even cast out the fucking line) to offer the most dad advice on fishing. Bonus if one of the boys are there begging for him to leave them alone. Extra bonus if it’s Twilight or Wind. Or even Time taking the boys fishing and all of them, but Twilight, is going through it. Someone’s managed to wrap the line around their neck, another got too excited and yanked their hook out of the water and now it’s free flying (with no fish), Four is attaching weed whacker motor onto the pole because “it’ll reel the fish in quicker”, someone wasn’t paying attention and almost stepped backwards off the dock, and another boy discovered that the spiny rays are sharp motherfuckers. If this continues to live in my head rent free, I even might write this.

That it. Just Time being a dad in public is absolutely sending me.

Also we only caught an atlantic croaker after being at the dock for 5 hours.

Time isn't the most social of butterflies, but he's also ABSOLUTELY the guy who can't ignore fellow fishermen having A Struggle. Especially when said struggle is so... blatant. If strangers, yes Twi would give it 15-20 minutes before he's awkwardly trying the polite interventions of "Okay, well, you guys have a great day.... Okay, well, we should get on our way..." and either just gives up or goes back to doing his own thing until Time is finished. If Wind, the interventions are likely more physical, moving their belongings farther and farther away until Time has no choice but to retreat if he wants more bait.

If Time ever deigned to take the boys on a fishing trip, he'd regret it within 30 minutes.

Most likely to get stabbed by a fish and need more than a few bandaids: Sky.

Most likely to get tangled up and string together a novel expletive phrase that enters the household vernacular permanently: Legend.

Most likely to take a tumble off the dock: Hyrule.

Most likely to injure an innocent bystander with that weed whacker motor: Four.

Most likely to get a fish hook in his arm while he's sitting on the shore sunning himself because he will not partake in this barbaric pastime: Warriors.

Most likely to be pretty successful at fishing but still drops his phone off the dock: Wind.

Most likely to resort to throwing These Hands at the fish instead of using the ancient technology of fishing poles: Champion.

Most likely to space out talking the entire time and be the one to actually hook The Big One but fail to reel it in: Wild.

Most likely to not catch a damn thing because he's busy running interference: Twilight.

Maybe next time, Time will just take them to the pet store to buy goldfish.

I am endlessly amused by the fact that as a marine bio majors you have such a time fishing. I'm sure you've made at least one surrogate dad proud. Also, for the uninitiated:

Anon's Moby Dick.

#stormy asks #hsh #townhouse au #hsh fishing trip #fishing anon

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missadangel · 4 months ago

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Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 4: Stockholm Syndrome

gifs by perotovar - din-jarring

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The first rays of morning light entered Javi's apartment through the kitchen. You woke up and checked at the side of the bed with the back of your hand, it was empty, he still didn’t come back. You wanted to close your eyes again and go back to sleep, but you heard some noises coming from the kitchen and you quickly sit in the bed to check.

"Oh sorry, I made too much noise, didn't I?"

"Daniel?"

You wondered when he had arrived, why he was here, so you got out of bed, stepped towards him.

"I was making breakfast, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

You were starving but ignored at the moment.

"Where's Javi? Why are you here?"

"Mr. Peña, well, he's in operation," he explained as he putting pancakes -which looking perfect- on a plate. You felt your stomach growl with the smell of them.

"Operation?”

"Chepe confessed Miguel’s most possible hideout, same location as Jorge said us before.”

“Why aren't you with him?"

“I'm supposed to be here to look after you. He assigned me for this. "

"Ah, just like old times, huh?" rolling your eyes.

"Yes, that's right," his hand trembled for a moment as he spreading jam on the pancakes.

"Is everything all right, is he okay?"

"Yeah, yeah he’s the leader of the operation so he wanted me to stay here-"

"But there are already two policemen outside, you are here because of something else?"

Daniel look away for a moment then keep spreading jam on pancakes.

“Is it Jorge? His family is okay?”

“Yes, they fled to Bogota yesterday, they’re safe.”

You were nearly relieved but still feeling anxious.

Daniel was pouring coffee into your mug.

“Any news from my father?”

He stopped, tried to smile but he was not good at lying at all.

"What? Come on, tell me, please."

He sat in the chair next to you, his face looked tense.

"Mr. Peña is gonna kill me.”

“Daniel please, say it,” you grabbed his arm, begging.

“Miguel's men, yesterday, well, they attacked to your house."

"What??? Jesus, is my dad okay?"

You couldn’t breathe for a moment.

"Yes, yes, please don't worry, they can't do anything to your father because of his position, so-"

"So, they want to capture me again," you completed his sentence with trembling voice.

"We don’t know that, and they can’t, don't worry, this will be over today, it's only a matter of time before the good news comes. We have the exact location of Miguel, Mr. Peña and the others are now running a successful operation. This time we will get him."

After all the time you had spent with Miguel, you know how dangerous he could be, his killer gaze was still haunting you sometimes.

A wave of anxiety washed over you.

"I hope they get him, let this nightmare end, God," you moaned.

You buried your head with your hands.

"Please eat something, we can't do anything but wait."

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Minutes and hours went by, every minute you get more and more impatient, desperate for some good news.

But luckily this time you have Daniel with you, much better than being alone.

Nearly three hours later that felt like an eternity, Daniel's phone finally rang and he immediately picked up. Anxiety caused your throat gets dry.

Please God, don't let anything happen to him.

You put your hands together like you were praying. When you saw Daniel's smile, you felt a huge relief.

"Yes, sir, I'll put her on the phone."

When he handed you the phone, you grabbed it immediately, heart is pounding so fast.

"Javi?" Your voice was shaking like you were about to cry.

"It's over, baby, you can fly free little bird."

"Oh my God, really Javi? Did you get him?"

Javi looked at the helicopter just behind him, ready to take Miguel to the prison. "That’s right, I fuckin got him."

"That's great, Javi, I knew you'd get him."

He smiled over the phone, "I'll be home soon, I have to go now. I-"

He stopped for a moment. He almost said he loves you, but he couldn’t. He frowned, looked like confused and has no idea why.

After he hang up, you kept holding the phone with your hands for a while, also were expecting him to say okay, I love you, goodbye, but he didn't.

Cruel man.

Maybe it was because he was too busy and tired. So you let those thoughts go.

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About an hour later there was a loud knock on the apartment door, it sounded more like banging, repeatedly.

What now?

Daniel grabbed his gun and made a gesture with his hand for you to step back. You obeying him while your heart started beating fast again, getting frightened. Daniel looked through the hole in the door, frowning, confused.

"Open the door now!"

It was definitely an order, the voice was familiar to you, he used to scold you in that tone when you annoyed him.

"Dad?"

Daniel immediately lowered his gun and opened the door. Your father rushed in and without looking at Daniel, he came near you.

"Y/N, hurry up and pack your things up, we're leaving, now."

"Dad, what in God's name-?"

"Haven't you seen the news? They caught Miguel too, which means you're done here, you're safe. You need to go home now, How can I let you stay here, in his apartment?"

He was very angry, almost growling when he said ‘his’. But you suddenly got furious.

"I'm sick of everyone dragging me somewhere, I'm not going anywhere!" crossing your arm with anger.

"Don’t disobey me, I'm not in the mood, don't even try."

"Father," this time you sounded like you were begging.

"Please at least let me thank him before I go."

"For what? What are you talking about, didn't he kidnap you the first time? This all happened because of him."

Your father's men spreading around, and then Dolores came in too giving you quick look then picking up your things and taking them out quickly. Daniel was watching emotionless, didn’t know what to do.

"Dad, I," you said desperately.

How could you say you have feelings for him. Even if you tell him, he would never understand you and he would get even more angry. But it was so obvious you didn't want to go.

He realized that too, that’s why there was no way he’s leaving you here.

When they gathered your belongings he grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out, yes, just like the other bad guys.

But in the end, he was your father, what could you do?

When you are getting into the car, you felt like you were being kidnapped again, worse, there was no one to come to your rescue.

Two weeks had passed, two fucking weeks, and you haven't received any phone call from Javi.

Your father was in the house a lot more after what happened last time, he had barbed wire fences put up for security. Worse, he was keeping an eye on you all the time. You could only relax when you were at university

One day you told your father that you wanted to go to college by yourself. It was annoying his men accompany you all the time.

At first he got angry and said no, but eventually he had to agree. You should have thanked your psychologist for that.

Yeah, a psychologist, another pain in the ass. Your father thought the trauma was the reason for your change of behavior.

According to the psychologist you weren’t suffering the pangs of love, it was Stockholm Syndrome.

Bitch thinks she knows-it-all.

You knew it wasn't, your feelings were real. But again, what's the use? Your feelings only caused you massive pain while Javi acted as if nothing happened.

You were missing him very, very badly and hate him really.

One day you were walking out of your room and going downstairs, then stopped immediately. You heard Javi's voice in your ear, you thought you were hallucinating or something. Then you realized the TV was open, go for downstairs.

Damn it was coming from the TV.

"Yes, I'm telling you that the entire Cali cartel has now been completely dismantled, and we will do everything in our power to make sure that whoever aided and abetted them gets what they deserve through the legal process."

You missed his voice so much that it sounded like he was with you, even on TV. At the same time you got furious so you grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw at the TV. "Asshole!"

The TV shooked and fell backwards, then turned off.

You couldn't stop crying out of anger.

"Dios Mio, señorita Y/N," Dolores rushed in. "Did the TV do something bad to you?" She giggled and picked up the TV and put it back.

"Luckily it's not broken," she said later, look like worried but not because of tv.

"Don't you dare to open it!" you shouted and got out of there, directly to the garden.

Again your heart is getting hurt, because you see him again and hear his voice, after a long time. As far as you could see, he seemed fine, unlike you, he didn't look like he was in pain at all.

As if everything you've been through just a stupid dream you had. But it wasn't. You weren't crazy enough to know that.

But why? Were your feelings one-sided? The way he looked at you, the way he spoke, it was obvious that he cared about you, so why he is holding back his feelings?

For two weeks these questions have been torturing you in your head, and you have been struggling to find a way out.

His absence was consuming you, you were getting more and more desperate to see him again. Yet you weren't the kind of girl to grovel at a man's feet either.

In the following days you decided to started painting to run from all these thoughts which was haunting you. You already missed your brush, your paints, scribbling something on paper, coloring it. A few days later your room was full of paintings already and you decided to organize a new exhibition. This could manage to distract you a little from your thoughts.

At least in the daytime.

Then one night, your best friend, -well you don’t have many friends, only two or three- invites you to an opening of a new nightclub. You thought it would be good to hang out with other people. It had been a long time since you go out to have fun.

You a black-ruffle-strappy mini dress from your wardrobe for that night, even though you didn't care much for it you shouldn’t go there with grocery shopping outfit. You did your hair as usual, put some powder on your face and nude lipstick on your lips. You were probably going to sulk and most probably pretend to having fun all night, but you still wanted to look stylish.

The club was looking great and modern, people were having fun and dancing like crazy, unlike them, you could barely smile, you were far from having fun.

Contrary to you, your friend Caroline was overdressed and her makeup was just look like, well like a cheap hooker. You realized why after two men joined you while you drinking. Of course she has invited the other boy for you. Well, he was nice but far from attractive, at least you thought so.

It wasn't his fault that he met you at the wrong time.

Luckily he wasn't cocky, he was polite. So he understood when you preferred to sit while they were dancing.

You could become surprisingly good observer when you go to these kinds of entertainment venues to sulk and just look around, having no intention to dance or have fun. You could see things you don't want to see, even you could encounter someone you never expected to see.

And there you were sitting there, observing around, realizing a group of strange looking men were walking around with small packages in their hands, taking money from people in exchange.

"Narcos," you murmured.

So in a place like Colombia this kind of thing was very common. It was even legal, nobody would put you in jail for using drugs.

But that wasn't the point, strange thing about those guys was that you have seen them before and suddenly shuddered when you remembered where and how.

Narcos, drugs, Cali Cartel, Miguel.

That's where you last saw them, at least two of them, back at Miguel's mansion. First thing came to your mind is to hide, you couldn't let them see you, your heart was beating with fear again after so long.

Who needs it?

You covered your face with one hand, praying that they would go away. Unfortunately thing have gotten worse, David, Miguel's fucking son, was there too.

You recognized him immediately, as a hostage in Miguel's mansion, you have seen him once or twice from a distance. He wasn’t ordinary enough to be mistaken with anyone else. You're not sure if he'd recognize you, but you couldn’t take any chance.

Fuck my luck.

Then all of a sudden, for some reason, they started running in a hurry, and right after that couple of policemen breaking through the crowd and bursting inside, and then you were startled by a gunshot. Everyone started running out screaming. You instinctively lowered your head but your heart was pounding not with fear but excitement.

Cops, narcotics, could it be?

"DEA! Everybody out!"

"Come on, everybody out! Out!"

"Move!"

You didn't obey that order, you stood up while everyone else ran out, your eyes were looking for him, you felt he was there. You were almost sure.

And there he was, with all his appeal, coming right behind Chris and Daniel.

He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, while he was holding the gun down, his brown eyes searching for the ones who just ran away.

While everyone running to get out of there immediately by pushing each other in chaos, you just looked at him, standing, ignoring people who pushing and barging you involuntarily. Even if you die at that moment, the last thing you needed to see is him. No one else.

Just him.

You just realized how much you missed his warm brown eyes, his lips, his hair, his whole face, it was stupid to think you can forget him one day.

No that was impossible.

When his eyes finally met yours, he shocked and stood like a statue. Bu then he frowned and came towards you grabbing your arm angrily, pulled you away from the crowd.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you doing here?" there was concern and confusion in his voice. Which was perfect.

You were about to cry so you couldn’t even move your lips to say anything.

Daniel and Chris returned with the criminals they just captured and both of them looking at you surprisingly.

"Sir, we're taking them to the station," Chris informed him. “They, had to shoot David,” he added.

“Good,” said Javi his voice was cold as ice, gave a quick look at them but immediately turned his gaze back to you.

"Why don't you guys stay and keep investigating here for a while," said Daniel while dragging other criminal outside also chuckling.

Javi’s eyes never leaving yours, made gesture with his hand to them to leave then tucked his gun back into his pants.

He did his usual thing, put his hands on his waist. He usually does that it before asking questions or confused, how could you forget?

"Among all the bars, pubs and clubs in the city, how could you ended up here, especially tonight?"

The concern in his voice brought you back to life, back to reality.

"Just my luck, I guess," you said almost murmuring.

Javi looked around, everyone have left already including bartenders. Just two of you were there.

"Let's get a free drink," making gesture with his head, "I need to tell you something."

To drink with him, you walked where he gestured.

Javi poured you a drink like a bartender and then poured one for himself. He came over and clinked his glass with yours.

"I didn't know Miguel’s son was out," you said.

"Yeah, we've been looking for him for days, this is the last one, I'm done here."

The crack in his voice made you worried.

"What do you mean?"

He lowered his eyes, playing with his glass, shaking slowly, then he drank all of it.

"I'm going back to Bogotá, to my previous unit."

You didn't know what to say, took a sip from your drink.

"Is this why you were avoiding me for days," you said later.

Without looking at you he sighed deeply.

"Look, Y/N, what happened between us is not what you think it is, nor it should be. I mean, if I haven't kidnapped you in the first place, we’d probably never met."

“Don’t even try to say any shit about Stockholm Syndrome!”

You were trying to stop the tears from flowing, every word he said was like a dagger to your heart.

He turned his head towards you.

“A what?” he looked confused. “No, I mean... Well, It can happen to anyone, it's a natural thing between men and women.”

"What do you mean?" you frowned. Feeling super annoyed.

"Sexual attraction, that’s what I meant.”

You felt your blood pressure rise with anger.

How could he say that?

"What, so it can't be love? That's what you're afraid of? Falling in love? Every emotion, every feelings is sexual attraction to you?"

"It's better to think of it that way."

“Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself more than me.”

You stood up angrily from the stool and stepped on the floor. You turned your back, wanted to leave before cry loudly. You felt he was about to come after you too, suddenly something came to your mind.

All-or-none.

You turned to him.

"Okay, if you think so, there's a way to find out."

Javi raised his eyebrows and looked at you, listening curiously.

"We'll go back to the beginning, where we first met as strangers in that bar, that night. We will end that night, like a one-night stand."

His eyes flashed for a moment, but then he narrowed his eyes.

“What are you trying to-”

“I want to be sure, then I can let go.”

He licked his lips while he was thinking about it.

You bent over him, almost close enough to kiss him, making him swallowing hard.

"That's the only way I can be sure, what do you say? Deal?" you put one hand on his leg, other one touching his neck.

You loved making him nervous, smirked and stepped back, waiting for his answer.

Javi finished his drink quickly and stood up, came closer. His eyes locked on yours, also challenging.

"Deal, baby."

Game is on.

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Hours later, the rays of sunlight shrink back behind the barred windows, making way for night.

"Let's do the dishes, kids," Lori says to me and Carl after dinner has ended, swinging her leg over the bench.

As everybody disperses from the tables and starts heading back to their cells, I grab my dirty bowl. "Okay, Lori."

"Yes, Mom."

The soapy water in the wash bucket sloshes around my wrists as I scrub the grease outta the plastic bowl, shaking the droplets from it and throwing it in the clean pile. This ain't how I would'a spent my free time if I had the choice, but it ain't so bad.

Thoughts of Dad cross my mind as I grab another bowl and plunge it beneath the suds, thumbing the gunk out. He's the one that caught dinner for us tonight while he was out on his impromptu walk. A fat possum and an even fatter rabbit, courtesy of Mouse. He would'a had to leave the prison to find them animals, which is not where he said he was gonna go, but we ain't bothering him about it. It's best not to, when it comes to my Dad. It only ever ends up making things worse, and I'd say things is worse enough already. He'll come around.

Standing elbow to elbow with me, Lori stops her light humming as Herschel approaches our makeshift kitchen.

He's about to add his bowl to the pile when Lori flicks some water at him.

"I don't think so, Mister Greene." She warns him, ever the mother hen. "The time for that has come and gone. Kitchen is closed."

Chuckling, the old man placates, "Yes, Ma'am. I can see who runs this operation. Don't worry, I'll wash it."

"I'm only kidding," She relaxes, tryna take the bowl from him, but he just rolls up his sleeves. "We can do it."

"No, no. I insist, darlin'." He smiles. "I'm used to a little elbow grease."

She relents, "If you say so."

"I wasn't kidding," Carl jokes, giggling a little when both Lori and I flick the water at him this time. "What? I wasn't."

"Silly boy," His Momma weakly scolds. "Don't get distracted."

As we work together in silence, Herschel seems to forget that he only had one bowl to clean, or maybe he just really likes washing dishes. I try to keep up, but I can't stop my eyes from drifting to Lori's belly every now and then, as if it's a zit I'm supposed to pretend I don't notice. I guess I'm just worried. I heard some women die when they give birth, either from pushing the baby out or not being able to.

"Hey, Mom?" Carl lilts after a few minutes, pulling me outta my own head. "Can I go with everyone else tomorrow?"

His Momma quirks a brow. "Everyone else?"

"Yeah," He continues like it's nothing, like he's talking about the weather. "To find the cafeteria and the infirmary."

It had to happen at some point. It feels like asking the adults if we can get in on one of their crusades has become a daily ritual for us. What Carl's talking about sounds a lot more exciting than washing dishes, which is what we're supposed to want to help with. You can't really die doing this, unless you're the world's biggest idiot, but they can't baby-proof everything. We need to grow up at some point.

Not wanting to be left out of the action, I add, "I wanna go, too, Lori. Can we?"

"Um," She scoffs as she glances knowingly at Herschel, instantly squashing all my hopes. "I don't think so."

Carl's face scrunches up in annoyance. "Wh—? Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack."

"Harley. Carl," Herschel patiently asks, "Just how many times do you plan on setting yourself up for the same answer?"

"Maybe later," I put on my best adult-voice, because he's right. I do know the answer. "Not right now, kids. Blah, blah."

"I understand where you're both coming from," He says, "But when we set a boundary, it's usually for a very good reason."

My Uncle Merle used to make me apologise to him three times whenever I went in his room, and I never saw much reason in that.

Whatever. I ask, "But, when is later?"

"When you're grown," Lori answers.

What? When we're grown? That's forever away!

"Well, what was the point of Dad teaching us to shoot, then?" Carl throws his hands up. "And Daryl teaching us knife skills?"

"Carl, it's—"

"To defend yourselves," My Dad's voice suddenly rumbles off the concrete walls around us, and I swear the room shrinks a little. The light from the electric lamp illuminates his brooding face as he stalks closer, squinting at me and Carl. "Y'all think it's fun?"

"N-No," Carl argues, making sure to look my Dad in the eye. "We just wanna help you guys, Daryl."

"Yeah, Dad," I agree. "He ain't lyin'."

"Yeah? And what kinda help is a thirteen-year-old and a nine-year-old gonna be to us when shit hits the fan, huh?"

"Shit hit the fan at Thanton Memorial," Carl smugs. "Needed her help then, didn't you?"

"If I have to hear about that goddamn hospital one more time—," Dad grumbles to himself, rubbing his forehead as he takes a seat. Dragging his hand down his cheek, he levels us with the same glare, one that almost turns the water cold. "That was different."

Feeling like I'm missing out on some big secret, I ask him, "How?"

They needed my help — Lori and the baby needed my help — and I was eight years old back then and I still did it.

"Well, you was there, wasn't ya?" He jokes flatly. "There weren't no other choice. We were on our last leg."

"S'that really it?"

"Please don't gimme bullshit, girl. You really think I'd'a sent'chu in there if there was another way? Ya think Rick would'a?"

"Listen, honey, I've thanked you countless times," Lori puts her hand on my shoulder. "Rick and Carl? They have, too. That was a very brave thing you did for us, but it doesn't mean that we should be throwing you into every dangerous situation because of it."

I shrug her off. "I'on wanna be thanked. I'on care about that! I'm— I— I can be helpful!"

"No," Dad impatiently explains, gratin' on my last nerve, just like I'm gratin' on his. "Ya can't."

"Daryl," Herschel warns.

He ignores him. "You wanna help? Sure. Done. Help me skin dinner tomorrow, but don't ask me about stuff like this."

"I can help with stuff like this." I know I can. He knows I can. Everybody knows I can. "Carl, too. We'll listen real good."

"Why don't'chu just listen now?"

"'Cause it ain't fair."

What if somebody needs my help again, and I ain't there? What if somebody dies, and I could'a done something to stop it, even if it was just something simple, like spotting a walker before anybody else did, or lending them one of my bullets when they run out?

He chuckles, not amused in the slightest. "It ain't fair yer Daddy don't want'chu to die?"

"What? I ain't gonna di—," I force out a sigh, so harsh; some of the pearly bubbles below me disappear. "I just wanna help."

"Nowadays," Lori says gently, "Those are the same things. Okay?"

I feel like I could disappear with a simple huff of air, too. "No, it ain't. We're all still here."

Not all of us, Nobody says.

I know it's not safe out there. Not many places left are, but I hate having a knife, and a gun, and two hands and a brain, and not being able to do nothin' with any of them. I don't wanna wait for danger to find me until I can fight back. Why can't I land the first punch?

I wanna be out there. I wanna be where it's most important, killing them that wanna kill us. Not just doing dishes.

"Are we really gonna go over this again?" My Dad says tiredly, looking straight at me. "Really, baby?"

I don't get what he means. "What?"

"Think."

He can't be talking about the hospital. Does he mean—? I think he means the farm. Yeah. He's got the same look on his face as he did when he found out I snuck into the shed last year, not caring that Jim might'a hurt me, or tried to kill me. I think I wanted it. It was after Shane and Sophia died, and everything felt pointless, like somehow even the smallest blade of grass was plotting against us.

Is he really asking me this right now? It ain't like that again. I don't wanna die. I just wanna help!

Even if those are the same things nowadays, I'on care.

That's a better reason to die, anyway — Because of them I still got, instead of them I already lost. That's exactly how Morales died, fending off a hoard of walkers from our camp, and how Merle and Shane died, protecting me. Everybody wants to be a hero.

Realizing what he's tryna play at, I throw the wet bowl down. "Are you pullin' my fuckin' leg right now?"

"Language," Lori hisses as it rolls across the floor.

"Fuck you," I snarl. She couldn't stop me even if she tried. "I ain't done nothin' wrong. Goodnight!"

As I jump down from the bench and storm toward the cell hall, Carl gets one last word in with the adults before turning away and running after me. I ignore a concerned glance from Maggie and Glenn, heading straight into our cell and climbing into my bunk.

"This is stupid," I complain to nobody, crossing my arms over my chest. "Treatin' us like we'on know how to fight."

Carl flops down on his mattress. "I know!"

I gotta calm down. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and feel the air fill my lungs, then let it all out again. Some of my anger escapes with it, leaving me to slump against the wall, glaring at my Dad through the wall and hoping he can feel it on his skin.

"Just 'cause I'm nine," I say, the edge to my voice suddenly gone, "Don't mean I'm useless."

I promised Carl this place would work out — I'm holding myself to that, but I can't do it like this.

"Hey. You're not useless," The boy argues, frowning at me like I've just cursed his entire family. "You help me all the time."

Sure. "With what?"

"I don't know... You shared those beans with me this morning?"

It's hard not to roll my eyes. I was thinking more along the lines of — Well, actually, I don't know what I was hoping to hear.

"Thanks," I say, anyway. "You help me, too."

"Good."

"Knock, knock?"

When I glance up at the doorway, I see Herschel approaching us, and just the sight of him calms me down a little.

"Cooled off, yet?" He asks, seeming to find us a little amusing, for whatever reason.

"Kinda," I say.

"You two have always been a pair of hot heads, haven't you?" He smiles. "My, you've got fire in your hearts, that's for sure."

"Kinda," I say again, even though the better answer would be, Absolutely.

I brace myself for Herschel to break out into a pep talk of sorts. You should listen to your father, or something like that. You kids don't know how good you've got it. I ain't sure I wanna hear it right now, but I ain't mean enough to tell him to go away.

"We all have a role," Is all he says instead, like it should mean something to us, and walks away.

But it doesn't, so I pull the covers over myself and stuff my hearing aids under the pillow.

'Goodnight,' Carl signs from down below as I get comfortable.

'Goodnight.'

Closing my eyes, I try and focus on how lucky I am to be sleeping in a bed for the first time in half a year, before I'm drifting off.

"You won't be needing that," Rick says the next morning, taking the helmet from his son's hands.

Pouting, the boy lets him.

"Don't worry, Grimes." My Dad sneaks a glance at me. "They already got that run-down last night."

Sure did, I think. I can't wait for the scolding he's gonna give me once they make it back.

As they continue to get organised, Maggie tightens the straps of her Dad's thick vest, helping him fit into it. He don't look like any SWAT officer I ever imagined, with his thin, white hair pulled back into a ponytail, the softness in his gaze as he watches his eldest daughter. All I have to do is remember the night the herd came down on the farm and he was right there with us in the fray, shotgun cocked.

I know he can handle himself, but I don't think I'm the only one that would rather he be relaxing somewhere.

If he's allowed to go, why ain't me and Carl?

It's best not think about it too hard, otherwise I might just start up another argument right here and now.

Rick tosses the helmet aside into a nearby pile of trash. "Great. Let's go."

Maggie secures the last strap, smiling weakly up at her Dad and patting his chest. "There ya go, Daddy."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

The group wordlessly file out of the cell hall together, Carl stepping up to the gate and closing it behind them.

"Come on," Carol says once they're out of sight, "Let's do something while we wait."

Carl shrugs. "Like what?"

"I think this place could use a clean," She suggests, looking around at all the gross shit on the floor. "Don't you?"

He cringes. "I used to get paid pocket money for stuff like this, you know."

Without waiting for an answer, the woman just titters and walks off in the direction of the maintenance cupboard, grabbing some broomsticks and dust pans out of it and handing them to us, a dreadfully chipper look on her face. "We're far past pocket money, sweetie."

"If bosses don't pay they workers," I tell her, feeling a little smart, "I heard they go to prison."

"I'm already there," She reminds me.

Remembering all the cells and bars around us, I go, "Oh."

"So dramatic, the pair of you." She chirps, full of energy. "Come on. No time like the present."

"What's that mean?" Carl asks as she chooses an area to start sweeping.

"It means, 'Get your little butts over here before I start swinging this thing around'!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Beth and Lori join us after a few minutes, grabbing some more broomsticks and getting to work sweeping the debris.

"Hey, Harley?"

After half the cellblock has been cleaned, I look up from the end of my broomstick. "Yeah?"

Lori points at the bin. "Take this outside, please?"

"Sure thing." I prop the broomstick up against the wall and walk over to her, lifting the plastic bag outta the bin.

Carol glances over her shoulder at me. "Just put it in that dumpster out there."

"I got it."

Tying the handles into a knot, the same way I'd tie my laces, I carry the bag outta the call hall and down the dark corridor, elbowing the door open. Sunlight peels over the metal, blinding me as I step outside and hop down the concrete steps.

As I pass the fence, the walkers on the other side take turns groaning at me like I'm a celebrity.

Blowing a wet raspberry at them, I throw the bag into the dumpster.

It lands with a soft rustle.

As I make my way back to the prison, I try to take comfort in the fact that Rick, my Dad, and everybody else that went into the Sharpsburg hospital managed to clear it out without getting hurt or bitten, but that doesn't mean it's gonna be the same inside the prison.

Pushing past the door and letting it creak shut behind me, my footsteps echo around me as I walk.

Anything could happen in there, and Carl and I are doing Spring cleaning in the cellblock, safe and sound. It ain't fair.

I can't believe you'd bring that up again, I argue to my Dad in my head, because I always seem to do that after the fact, when it don't even count, I don't care what Lori says. It ain't like that anymore. I don't wanna die. You think you know everything?

I'm your father, I imagine he'd tell me, You think that counts for nothin'?

"I'on care if you're the King of England," I mutter to myself as I turn into the cell block. "I just wanna help."

I'm lingering there on the concrete platform without even realizing it, lost in thought, staring at nothing.

SLAM.

I flinch.

The door crashes into the wall.

Maggie's hair whips around as she cries out, "He's losin' too much blood!"

"Open the gate!" Rick shouts.

"Help us!"

Did she just say, Losing blood?

I run up to the railing, grab it, look at the whole thing unfold below. Did I walk into the wrong building? The group flood into the dinner hall without any warning at all, screaming, Help us, The gate, Open the gate, because somebody's hurt. I already know it. There's the sound of metal clattering against the floor — Wheels — Those are the wheels of a cart being pushed through the crowd, and the body laying on top of it — White hair, black vest — that's Herschel. And that's just the thing. He's a limp body, leaking blood onto the floor.

My skin goes ice-cold at the sight, like I've been dunked in a lake, and that's how I know I'm not dreaming.

Another group of people stroll into the cellblock after them — All strangers, dressed in blue jumpsuits.

Who the Hell are they?

"Help us!"

Carl opens the gate for them. I push myself off and go running after them, ignoring the strangers. They don't matter.

Carol drops her broomstick. "Oh, my God!"

"Daddy!" Beth shrieks. "Daddy, no!"

"Is that—?!"

"Is he dead?" I shout. Everyone's pressed tightly around the cart. All I see are elbows and sweating bodies and lots of blood. I can't get in. I want to see Herschel. My voice don't even sound like my own, echoing in the tall ceiling with all the others. "Is he dead?!"

"Baby, get back," My Dad warns, "Get back!"

"Is he dead?!"

"No! Get back!"

"In that cell!"

"Turn! Turn it!" Glenn shouts, making a sharp turn into an empty cell with the cart, narrowly avoiding a crash. "Come on!"

I'm on their heels like flies on shit, no matter what Dad says. I'm not in the habit of listening much lately, anyway. Slipping past the doorway, I push my way to the front, and it's instant, they way I wish I hadn't. Herschel's face is blanched, wet and pale like a under-boiled egg, and his pantleg is empty from the knee down. That's impossible, I think, but it don't change what I'm seeing.

His leg. His leg, it's— It's gone?

"Get him on the bed," Rick fusses, Carol stealing a rag from the bedside and wrapping it around the butchered stump.

"Did you cut it off?" Lori frantically asks.

Cut it off?! Why would she ask that?

"Yeah."

Oh, God. I ain't never heard of anybody gettin' they limbs cut off, except maybe a pig or a deer, but they ain't alive when it happens. That's— That's just wrong. That's all types of wrong. We need our legs. Rick cut it off? Can people live without a leg?

As Beth reaches for Herschel, I panic, "Dad?"

"He got bit," He explains, before he heads outta the cell with his crossbow drawn. I think of the strangers, but only for a second.

"Ready?" Rick braces his hands under Herschel's body. "One, two three! Lift!"

I hug Beth's arm as they haul her Daddy onto the bed, shouting at each other to grab towels, blankets, rags, anything. Her skin is slippery with his blood, red and warm and terrible, but I don't let go and neither does she. Herschel got bit. It had to be somebody.

The blood just keeps pouring and pouring, soaking into the mattress until it can't hold any more.

I watch it pool into a fat bead like an expensive ink, spill, and splatter onto the floor.

Please, no, I think, Herschel can't die. What about the soybeans? We have to grow the soybeans.

"He's gonna die," Beth's moaning. "He's gonna die."

"No, no, no, sweetie," Lori soothes her, hugging the girl's head to her chest like a Momma would. "He's gonna be okay."

Rick asks Carol, "You think you can stabilize him?"

"I need to keep his leg elevated. Get some pillows!"

"He's already bled through the sheets," Maggie shudders.

"We can burn the wound to clot the blood," Glenn thinks aloud, and he's not bluffing, not at all. "I can start a fire."

"Please don't do this," Beth begs.

Carol takes some more rags from Carl, stuffing them on top of all the others. They only stay white for a moment. "No. The shock would kill him. It’s not gonna stop the arteries from bleeding. We need to keep it dressed and let it heal on its own."

"Did you manage to find the infirmary?" Lori asks them. "Whatever's in there, he's gonna need it."

"No." Rick rakes a hand through his greasy hair. "We hardly made it to the cafeteria as it was."

A voice booms from around the corner.

"I go where I damn well please!"

"Who are they?"

"Other survivors. Prisoners," Rick explains, taking a step backward outta the cell. "It's alright. Stay put. Glenn?"

The man looks up from all the blood on the floor, grimy streaks down his face, like tear tracks through dirt.

"Do not leave his side." He insists. "If he dies, you need to be there for that."

You understand what I'm saying?, Are the words that hang in the air.

Glenn's taken aback for a moment, because Rick means that he might have to murder Herschel, but then he nods.

"I got it," He promises, tender.

"I can bring T in here if—"

"I got it."

Slowly, Rick nods, glancing between us all.

The smell of blood only becomes stronger when he leaves. I didn't even know we had this much of it. How's it all fit?

"It's okay," Lori says again. Beth pulls away from me and curls into the woman's side, hugging her waist. "Shh, honey."

I stand there, my hands sticky with nothing to hold onto.

It all happened so fast. It always does.

One minute, I was sweeping the floor and worrying about stupid things like arguments, and the next, Herschel is just a body, losing too much blood. I wish I could do more, but it sounds like we've done all we can for him with what we've got right now. Maybe a better thing to wish for would be for him to get his leg back, or for me to have been able to do something to stop this. Was it possible?

It's selfish to think that they didn't try their best to keep him safe, that somehow, I could do better, but it's worse to think that this happened for no good reason at all beside bad luck. I can fight walkers, but I can't fight bad luck. I don't think anybody can.

When Glenn takes my wrist in his hand, I flinch, meeting his soft gaze. He's blurry. I think I've started to cry.

Gently, he asks me, "Are you okay?"

"N-No." I glance at the old man's face again. It looks like he's sleeping, like it doesn't hurt. "He's— He's not well."

"No," He agrees. "But we're—. I'm gonna take care of him."

"Please don't kill him," I ask him nicely, as if good manners are what's stopping him. "I— I don't think I want you to kill him."

"I know. It's gonna be okay," He pulls me in for a hug, repeating the same thing to Maggie over my head. "It's gonna be okay."

Wrapping my arms around him, I hold on tight and only let one tear slip from my waterline before I squeeze my eyes closed.

The soybeans. All I can think of are the fucking soybeans.

As he pulls away, I wipe my arm across my face.

"Sorry."

Dixons don't cry, my family always said — among other things.

I'on want anybody to think I've given up on Herschel. That's not it at all.

"It's okay to cry," Glenn's reassuring me, but I'm already pushing past Maggie and turning outta the cell.

The commotion coming from the dinner hall is a good distraction. I let it lure me over to the gate as I force myself to suck up the tears, sniffling away the last of my sadness. I grip onto the metal bars and peep around the wall, tryna make sense of what's going on.

"How many of you in there?" A scary-looking man I've never met asks Rick. Shit. He's pointin' a revolver at him.

Our leader doesn't flinch. "Too many for you to handle."

The prisoners stare him down, face to face with Rick's cool demeanour and the bowman behind him, glaring down his sights.

People. Those are people.

We ain't seen anybody else for months, and I imagine they ain't seen any, either.

I don't have to know much about these guys to tell they ain't no friends of ours. The shortest man curls his fingers into fists at his sides, shifting on his feet like an antsy chihuahua ready to pounce. He ain't look like all that much compared to the monster of a man behind him, who's as tall as a fridge, and just as stocky. I bet he got put in here for cracking someone's head open like a coconut just because they looked at him funny. Then there's a lamer-looking pair. A man that looks a bit like the small one, and a blonde with a country-moustache.

The scary man with the curly hair, who I think is their leader, stands at the front of their small group.

"You guys rob a bank or somethin'?" He asks superstitiously, adjusting his grip on the gun. "Why don't you take him to a hospital?"

Dad and Rick share a cutting glance with each other without even moving their heads, one that says a million words.

A bank?

A hospital?

What's that clown talking about?

We ain't robbed no damn bank.

I remember on the first day of all this, everybody in our hometown flocked to the supermarket as if there was a sale on, and while they was stealing cash outta the registers, Dad and Merle was stealing food. Nobody wants money. Not like they used to.

Rick turns looks back at the prisoners. "How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?"

The scary man shrugs, a twitchy movement. "Goin' on a year."

"A riot broke out," The big man adds. "Never seen anything like it."

"Attica on speed, man," The white one agrees in an accent like mine and Dad's.

"Ever heard about dudes goin' cannibal? Dying, coming back to life? Crazy."

"One guard looked out for us. Locked us up in the cafeteria. Told us to sit tight, and threw me this piece," The leader explains, gesturing with his gun and taking a pause before he admits, sounding almost embarrassed about it, "Said he’d be right back."

"That was two-hundred-ninety-two days ago," His friend says.

The blonde helpfully adds, "Ninety-four, according to my—"

"Shut up!"

Closing his mouth, he pouts sadly at his feet.

"We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now."

It begins to add up. This is awkward. These men have no idea what lays beyond the walls of this prison, do they? I can see it on their faces, that they think a phone would still work if they were to pick one up, that half the population of America ain't dead, and that neither are their families, or whoever else they left behind. I almost feel bad for them, like when I'm looking at an animal I'm about to shoot.

They couldn't guess the shit we been through if they tried. Things we seen, they prolly ain't even had nightmares of. In my life before, I never dreamt of no walking corpse with its guts hangin' out, no girl stumbling out from a barn, no lady being eaten alive.

"There is no army," Rick tell them, his voice flat, uncaring. He would know. We all would.

Not sounding so scary anymore, their leader stammers, "What do you mean?"

"There's no government," He continues. Their faces fall and fall and fall with each admission. "No hospitals. No police."

I guess it does sound kinda scary when ya say it out loud.

"It's all gone."

After a beat of silence, the blonde one asks, "Are you for real, Mister?"

"Serious."

"What about my Moms?" The big man despairs, frowning at the floor.

Your Moms is dead, Is what I'd tell him. All the Mommas are. Except for Lori.

"My kids. My old lady. Yo," The man beside him steps forward. If he wasn't wearing a prison uniform, he could be any old Joe at a bus stop or a gas station, asking for the kindness of a stranger. "You got a phone or something, so we can call our families?"

"You just don't get it, do ya?" My Dad rasps.

"No phones," Rick doubles down. "No computers. Far as we can tell, whole world's ended. Every last bit of it. It's gone."

There's something a bit sad about watching it dawn on them.

Dad lowers his crossbow.

These people are having the worst day of their lives, and that's saying a lot, considerin' they was locked in a cafeteria for a year.

"Ain't no way," The leader breathes.

Rick shrugs. "See for yourselves."

They hesitate. I wouldn't wanna see it, either. It's a lot better in here, where the sun is dim but the blood is old.

"Okay," He eventually lowers his weapon, too. "Show us."

As the prisoners are herded into the corridor, I let my hands slip from the gate, wondering what's gonna happen to 'em. They can't stay with us. That's for sure. The last person we let stay with us ended up with his neck broke, swinging from the end of a noose.

Looking away, I head in the direction of the bathrooms so I can wash up before my skin is stained forever.

"If we get him through this," Carol's saying as I stop by Herschel's cell. "We'll—"

"When we get him through this," Lori corrects.

"We'll need crutches."

"Right now, we could use some antibiotics." She grabs another rag. "Pain killers. Some sterile gauze. We need that infirmary."

"If there’s one, we’ll find it," Carol reassures her as she joins her on the floor. "You gotta be worried sick about delivering the baby."

She fixes Carol with a plain look and squares her shoulders, making herself look as strong as she can.

"Look at me," She says, her pretty face covered in sweat and muck. "I look worried?"

A little.

Carol considers her for a moment. "I think you look disgusting."

Soft laughter fills the cell.

"So do you," She says, before focusing her attention back on the old man. "We'll get through this."

The faucet squeaks as I turn it off.

The rust-colored water swirls and dribbles down the sides of the dirty porcelain, snaking into the plug hole. I've had a lotta different people's and animal's blood on me in my short time alive, but it's never felt quite this awful when I've washed it off afterwards.

Flexing my clean fingers a few times, I look up through my lashes, staring into the cracked mirror on the wall.

My face is a color-by-numbers, shattered into a million little pieces all stuck together, glinting under the florescent lights.

Even like this, I can make out the stump of my ear peeking out from under my hair. I always can. It's hard to believe what Carl said last night about me not being useless, when that's exactly how I feel right now. Maybe Dad was right — I'm no hero. Just nine.

Stepping outta the bathroom and into the corridor, I almost jump outta my skin at the sound of a voice.

"There you are."

Whipping around, I feel myself relax when I realize it's just Carl. "Oh. What is it?"

He wastes no time asking me, "You heard them talking before, right?"

"Who?"

"Carol and my Mom," He explains, keeping his voice low. Uh, oh. He's cooking something up. "About the infirmary."

Yeah, I heard. "They said we need crutches and ant- anto- antob—?"

"Antibiotics." He agrees helpfully. "Yeah. I was thinking you and me could go and get them together."

"What?"

"It's okay if you don't wanna come, but you know I'd keep you safe," He says reassuringly, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody's there. "The others are all waiting for Rick and your Dad to do it, but they're too busy and we're running out of time."

Wanting to help when the adults were gonna be right there beside us was one thing, but going alone?

It seems the silence has spoken for me, because he feels the need to add, "I know where it is. There's a map."

Part of me wants to push past Carl and tattle to Glenn about all of this. It would be the right thing to do, and I'm sure it's what my Dad would want, but the other part of me, the one that feels small and puny but is actually the biggest part of me, wants to tell Carl to count me in. We would be helping Herschel by bringing back those supplies. Helping everyone. Ain't that everything I been wanting?

"Are you sure you know where it is?" I caution, 'cause I know I'm gonna say yes to him. "Like, exactly where?"

There's a reason we're thinking about doing this in the first place. Those corridors ain't the safest place to wonder around in.

He nods. "We go straight, right, left, left, right, and it'll be on our left."

That means absolutely nothing to me, but I believe him. "You know we're gonna get in big trouble."

"Yeah. But I'd rather get in trouble than sit here and do nothing," He shrugs. "Like I said, I won't be mad if you wanna stay."

He makes a good point. "I'm in."

"Awesome." The boy nods back down the corridor. "We need to go grab some stuff first."

I follow him into the cell hall and wait outside one of the rooms we're using as storage as he ducks through the doorway, stealing an empty bag and a flashlight from underneath the bottom bunk, before he reappears at my side again. "Good to go."

Hauling the bag over his shoulder, he leads me to the exit door and pushes on the metal bar.

Darkness stretches out on the other side.

We glance at each other.

Like Carol said — No time like the present.

With one last look at the back of Glenn's head, I step into the corridor just as he starts to turn around.

The door closes behind us.

I strain to make out his silhouette as he beats the head of the flashlight into his hand. Smack, smack. The floor and the walls suddenly blink into existence, the cone of light barely reaching into the depths of the corridor as it groans at us in warning.

"Stay behind me," He whispers bravely, before walking ahead of me and drawing his gun. "Let's go."

"I think Glenn saw us," I warn him, making sure not to lag behind. "He turned around."

"Don't worry. We'll be quick."

He pounces around the corner, training his gun's sights on something a few feet taller than him.

The empty, THUNK, of his silencer sounds out as I step up to his side.

A walker's legs fold in half, collapsing to the floor.

Letting out a sigh, he lowers his gun as the blood begins to spill out of its head. "That was some good aim, huh?"

"Good job, but keep goin', please," I complain, giving his back a bit of a shove.

"Sorry," He whispers as he steps over the body. "I just haven't practiced in a while."

We round the next corner, scaring off a couple cockroaches and sending them scampering under a metal door. I'm glad Carl remembers which route to take. It's impossible for me to know where I'm really going without the sun to use as a compass. All these dirty walls are starting to look the same to me, and I can't remember whether the turn we just took was a left, or a right, or something else entirely.

"We're not lost, are we?" I ask him as we make another turn, noticing a spray-painted arrow on the wall.

"We're not lost," Carl answers boredly. "It's just up here."

"Okay. You ain't painted these arrows, did you?" I wonder, even though I know that makes no sense.

"What? No—."

Without any warning, I bump into his back.

The corridor is blocked by a bunch of walkers. Oh. Shit. That's too many to take on. They turn their heads to check us out like owls in the dark as they stand there without much purpose, knocking shoulders with each other. The closest one takes a step toward us, with its knee hanging out from a rip in its jumpsuit, as Carl spots a door to our right, pointing at it and hissing something like, In there.

Pushing it open and slipping inside, Carl quickly shuts it behind us before any of the walkers can get in.

"Well, we can't go that way," He sighs as he pulls away, already looking for another way out.

"What happened to your good aim just now?" I tease as they start pawing against the door.

"Shut up." His eyes light up when he spots something. "There!"

He runs up to a set of double doors blocked by a fallen cabinet and grabs onto one of the handles, grunting as he pulls on it.

"Here. Let me help," I offer, pressing my shoulder against the cabinet.

We push and pull until the first door is no longer blocked, and—

"Harley, watch out!"

The door slams into my side. I'm almost knocked off balance as something stumbles through and grabs me by the arm. I shriek, looking up into the back of a walker's throat. Fuck. I try to wrestle free of it, reaching for the hilt of Merle's knife on my thigh.

As soon as I wrap my fingers around it, the walker is suddenly rammed into the door, as if hit by a car.

THUD!

I stumble backwards, dropping the knife to the floor.

Glenn pulls his blade free from the walker's ear.

The body slides down the door, leaving behind a long smear of blood, before collapsing onto the floor.

My heart pounds as I catch my breath.

Holy shit!

When I look up at Glenn, he's already frowning angrily at us. "What the Hell are you guys doing?"

"We—," I ain't quite sure what to say. I knew he saw us. "We were just—"

"It's no big deal," Carl tries to convince him. "I kept us safe. I killed a walker!"

Glenn gestures to the body. "Well, you didn't kill this one, Carl. What would've happened if I wasn't here?"

We don't need to say it. I would've ended up like Herschel.

Sensing that I really messed up this time, that I can't just argue my way outta this or angrily throw something across the room and walk away from it, I say nothing. This is all too similar to the day Carl and I snuck into the woods and came back only to get berated by our parents for doing something so completely stupid, that we might have even gotten ourselves hurt, or bitten, or maybe even killed.

"You know what? It doesn't really matter," Glenn sighs impatiently, shaking his head at us like we're a couple of gross stains on the bottom of his boot, before he picks my knife up off the floor. "You're here to get to the infirmary, right? That's what the bag is for?"

"We're really close," Carl nods as he hands the knife back to me. "It's just around the cor—"

"Yeah, I know where it is," He cuts him off. "Listen, we're here now, okay? We're gonna go there together and then we have to get back to the cell block. I had to leave Maggie in charge of Herschel to come after you guys. You know what that means, right?"

"Well... We didn't think you would," I explain meekly, even though I know he's right. It doesn't really matter.

"You're lucky I did," He retorts, and he's right again.

Whatever scolding we was gonna get for back-chatting last night just got a whole lot worse. God damn it.

"We're wasting time." He holds the door open for us. "Come on. Let's make this quick."

Stepping into the corridor, I mutter, "Sorry, Glenn."

His expression doesn't change. "Save that for your Dad."

Why do bad ideas always seem good at first?

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I hope you enjoyed reading!

Carl and Harley are just two dumb kids with too much passion. If I was looking after them, I think I'd have to put each of them in one of those backpacks with the leashes on them 😭

And Herschel ☹️

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