#start clicker training safely

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one minute of silly puppy playing with and teething on his nylabone, to the background restaurant noise of a silent travelvlogger (to get him used to the television and different kinds of ambient sounds).

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the last of us seems like an excellent show but i fear i can’t watch it bc tell me why i watched the first 30 minutes of episode 1 last night and then immediately had the most fucked up zombie dreams

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Bones

Chapter One

You, a behavioural analyst. Rooster, a trainer. Hangman, a rich kid. Bob, a palaeontologist. Phoenix, an archaeologist. It kinda made sense that you'd all fall for each other

Jurassic Park AU

Eventual Poly!Squad

Chapter Two

You kicked your legs as you sat on the walkway above the Velociraptor enclosure. It was high enough up that they couldn’t snap at your legs as you watched them. It was an exercise Bradley hadn’t tried before, all of them together in the enclosure.

The training paddock was small, barren. But it was for a good reason. They gathered by the gate as Bradley tried something new with them. It had been your idea to try training them all together, to see if they could distinguish between the commands given to them and the commands given to their sisters.

“Rio, circle!” Bradley shouted and the Velociraptor at the back of the pack ran to stand in front of the circle symbol attached to the bars of the gate. The rest of the Raptors stayed where they were, eyes trained on Bradley. He clicked the clicker, fed Rio her treat of a dead chick, and turned his attention to the other girls.

You made a note of what he had done, of Rio’s attention. She was the smallest of the Raptors, easily hidden by the others feathers. Bradley’s favourite, and he was bad at hiding it.

He gave more commands and they listened, only sometimes getting confused. Rio was by far the best, obeying every single one of Bradley's commands. Anything for chicks, you knew from studying her.

But, when your walkie talkie made a noise, all eyes were on you. Yellow, eyes like cats, they watched you as if you had become their prey. But you were safe on the walkway, you knew that. Still, you tucked your legs in.

“Hey! Eyes on me!” Bradley snapped his fingers and they looked away from you. “Come on, girls. We were doing so well.”

But their concentration had left and they ran away from the gate Bradley had been safely behind.

You made another note and stood up. You left the walkway, shut the gate behind you and walked down the stairs to get to Bradley. Several chicks remained in the bucket when you got down to him, evidence of the training still left to do.

“Sorry, Rooster,” you mumbled, a gate between you. One for him, to practice training with protected contact, and one for the personnel allowed near this Raptor enclosure, an enclosure built just for training. All of it had been your idea.

Your area of expertise was a niche one, one that professor Tom Kazansky had let you hone. Nobody had ever studied in this field before; it was the first time these animals and humans had coexisted.

It was a tough job, considering you were the only one doing it. You with all the species in the park. You had your favourites, although you tried not to let it show. But the parasaurolophus has a special place in your heart.

“No, it's okay,” Bradley mumbled as he picked up the bucket and pressed the button that released him. “They were probably done for the day anyway.” He gave you a soft smile, a reassurance that you hadn’t done anything wrong. “What did they want?”

You pulled your walkie talkie from your belt and pushed the button on the side. “This is Bones, receiving, over,” you said and pulled your finger from the button, waiting for a response. You couldn’t help but look concentrated as you waited for the response.

To Bradley, it was garbled shit he couldn’t hear. But you gave a nod and an appropriate response. “It’s release time,” you said to him, a grin on his face as you pushed your notebooks into his arms and started back towards the stairs. You ran up them, scanned your pass to enter the walkway.

“All right everyone!” Bradley shouted, cupping his hands around his mouth to project his voice. “Get ready to release!”

Final checks were done, ensuring the enclosure was safe, ensuring there was no way for the Raptors to get out. You leaned over the edge of the walkway, looking into the wide open space they were being released out into. Much, much bigger, with space for them to roam as a group or split off. Their dinner had been released a good ten minutes before, allowing them to hunt for it.

The gate raised up and the girls lifted their heads. They chirped, communicating before they started running, heading towards the open gate.

It had all been your idea, the bigger space for them to run around in. They used to be kept in a little training paddock, but you had watched them run around, pace the edge of the paddock. After that you went to Tom, the owner of the park, and begged him to build them a bigger pasture. He gave you all of the resources you needed to get it built.

They disappeared from view and you pushed away from the railing. Heading off of the walkway, you walked down the stairs and met Bradley at the bottom. You took your notebooks from him and followed him to the Bronco. “Where else have you got to go today?” He asked as he began driving away from the Raptor enclosure.

You flipped through your notebook and found your schedule. Being the only behavioural analyst in the park was hard work, and you relied heavily on cameras. “Wanna help me look at the footage from the Brontosaurus paddock?” You offered, blinking at him in a way that you knew would get him to agree.

His arm was thrown over your seat as he nodded. You didn't really need to ask, Bradley would do anything for you anyway. You climbed out of your seat to give him a kiss on the cheek and sat back down to review your notes from the last time gathering data on the Brontosaurus herd.

The Velociraptors were Bradley's girls, and these were your girls. The first gate into the Brontosaurus paddock swung open, closing behind you as you drove towards the next. Two gates, just in case.

The next gate swung open and the herd looked up. It was an incredible sight, their long necks stretching towards the sky. They made noises, communicating with each other as you and Bradley drove on.

One Brontosaurus broke away from the rest of the herd. You didn't have to look at the tracking app on your phone to know exactly who was approaching you.

Two years ago, after a month in the park, a Brontosaurus had struggled to hatch from her egg. She was a weak baby, struggling with everything they threw at her. But you, a young research assistant who barely had a foot in the door, refused to give up on her.

Big Bertha was a fighter, and you made sure everybody knew it.

She pulled through, eventually becoming strong enough to join the rest of her herd. They didn't have as much of a human connection as she did. Friendly enough, would eat a branch from your hand but that's it.

Bertha, though? She knew you. When you began working closely with Bradley, you introduced the two. He began training her, teaching her tricks that would make veterinary checks easier, all to prove that it could be done.

Now Bertha knew the both of you. She knew the Bronco, approaching it on the rare instances you and Bradley drove into the paddock.

Bradley stopped the Bronco as Bertha approached. Immediately you climbed out, shielding your eyes with your hand as you looked up at her. “Hey, Big girl!” You shouted and she leaned down, as if investigating you for treats.

You were allowed to give her a pet, the reward system you had used when she was still small. Back then you hadn't thought about what the human contact would do to her, that it would turn her into a big dog, but here she was.

Bradley waited for you, unable to hide the grin beneath his moustache. You had a soft spot for everything in the park, he knew. Even Rexy and Taz, the two tyrannosauruses. But Bertha was your baby.

“C'mon,” he called, feeling guilty when you pulled away from your girl. But he had meetings to attend, things he couldn't be late for. Again.

You climbed into the Bronco and Bradley began driving. He drove beneath Bertha and under her tail. You turned around as you drove away from her, watching as she turned to begin to follow you. Her steps were slow and lazy, but she was big enough to keep pace with you.

Bradley drove you around as you gathered all of your cameras. After each one was collected, you kissed his cheek as a reward and he drove on.

For your first year at the park, your studies had focused on the herbivores. You were young and inexperienced and, admittedly, a little scared to attempt to study the carnivores. And then Tom had asked you specifically to study the Tyrannosaurus Rex, to help the team design an appropriate enclosure. Your work with the carnivores started after that, but you still studied one herd of herbivores: your Brontosaurus herd.

All because of Bertha.

“What are we looking for?” Bradley asked, thumb rhythmically tapping against the steering wheel as he headed for the first gate. Bertha stopped behind you, as if she knew she could go no further.

“Any abnormalities,” you said.

“What's abnormal?”

You looked in your notebook, flicked through to your abnormalities page. It wasn't very full, and each behaviour displayed had a date next to it. Few and far between. “You know, fighting, excessive vocalisation, guarding. Stuff the Bronto's don't do.”

Bradley patted your knee. He loved evenings like the one you were about to have, evenings that gave him a glimpse into your brain. Your wonderful, wonderful brain.

“When are we gonna start looking for abnormalities with my girls?”

“When I've studied them enough to know what's abnormal.”

Just outside of the park were two trailers. Two years ago, one had been yours and one had been Bradley's. You were both a little awkward back then, throwing out the occasional ‘good morning!’ and that was it.

But then he started to offer to drive you places. Carpooling meant getting to talk, getting to know each other. The ‘good morning!’s turned into something more.

You both found yourselves lonely, yearning for something unavailable to you on the island. Another person you could share your loneliness with. Someone who could take it away, if only for a few minutes.

The first time you fucked Bradley,the two of your barely knew each other. But that all changed. Late evenings, cuddled up against him with a dinosaur blanket covering the both of you.

It was you and Bradley after that. Rooster and Bones. That was you.

It was easy to fall for each other when each other was all you had.

“What's your meeting with Tom about?” You asked as you flicked through your footage, not actually watching any of the videos. Your entire afternoon was going to be spent watching the footage on double speed, only pausing when your girls did something weird.

Bradley shrugged his shoulders. “I think he just wants an update on The Girls.”

A sigh left his lips. Tom Kazansky was a good man, but his compliance with the military peeved you off. They had been trying to get your research on the Raptors for months now, everything you had on Roosters training with them. But you refused.

There was no way the meeting was just an update about The Girls.

“You gonna start reviewing the footage?” He asked as he changed gear, speeding up towards your trailers.

You nodded. “I think I'm gonna write another email.”

Laughing, Bradley shook his head. “You're cute,” he said, pulling up outside of the trailer. “I'll bring back some food from the canteen,” he said and grabbed your chin, tipping your head towards him.

He kissed you slowly, savouring the feeling of your lips against his before he let you go. With all of your notebooks and cameras, you climbed out of the Bronco and made your way towards the trailer.

Bradley watched as you made your way inside. As soon as the door was shut, he drove off, leaving you there. You didn't mind the solitude, the work you could get done while Bradley was in his meeting.

Music played softly as he drove towards the control room. It was in the centre on the park, the best place to control all of the locks from. It was the main control room, there were several smaller ones that could be controlled by this one dotted on the outskirts. But they were specifically for controlling the enclosures just outside of the park.

It was a slow drive through the park to get to the control room. Tourists with kids that wouldn’t get out of the way when he honked his horn. Even with sunglasses hiding his eyes, he couldn’t help but look grumpy. This was why he didn't go into the main park.

Parking the Bronco, Bradley flashed his badge at the machine. The beep sounded and the elevator doors slid open. He stepped inside and pressed the button for the control room.

It was impressive, the massive screen that displayed the security measures on the whole island. Bradley pulled off his sunglasses as he stepped out of the elevator and strode towards the owner of the park.

Tom Kazansky was a great man with one goal in life; educate the world about dinosaurs. So when Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Blackwood gave him a way to bring dinosaurs to life, he was more than happy to fund it. The park came later, much later.

The park had only been open for a few months, but it was a hit. Every day they were full to capacity, having to turn people away. None of it would have been possible without you and Bradley Bradshaw.

“Rooster!” Tom called as Bradley approached. He shook the older man's hand, let the grumpy expression slip into a grin. “How are my girls?”

Bradley looked around. No unfamiliar faces that could have been military personnel. There was one new guy, but he couldn't have been military. His grin was almost innocent, face somehow boyish, yet he looked as old as you. Mid twenties, at least. You would have liked him, Bradley thought, would find him too cute for your own good.

“They're doing good,” he said. “Rio is the smartest of my girls, for sure. But London, Paris and Florence are getting there.”

“Think you'll be able to do a demonstration for the public.”

Bradley didn't mean to pull a face, but he couldn't help it. He knew where this was leading, to the military using his training, your research to make weapons out of the Raptors. He couldn’t imagine it, Rio being used by the military. He didn’t want to imagine it.

The meeting went on. Bradley told Tom all he could without encouraging the talk of using the Raptors for military purposes. It wasn't what Tom wanted, he knew, but the military had been on his case since Charlie first started creating dinosaurs.

There was a reason she was no longer allowed on the island.

“I need one more thing from you,” Tom said as Bradley placed his sunglasses on his nose. They were pulled down just enough to show his raised eyebrows as he waited for Tom to continue.

He gestured to the young man to his left with the innocent grin and boyish face. “This is my… nephew, Jake Seresin, distant relation. I want you to show him around, introduce him to some of the animals.”

The young man you would find so damn cute. He stepped forward and held his hand out to Bradley. His smile was less innocent, more charming now. You would have been giggling as you took his hand.

And then he opened his mouth.

***

Under your dinosaur blanket, you watched the footage of the Brontosaurus paddock. Scan sampling meant you only had to look up every five minutes and make notes.

Between note taking, you wrote out an email. You had sent so many to them over the two years you had worked at the park. Never before had you received a reply to your emails.

But this was the first time you were debating them.

Their paper on the migration patterns of Hadrosaurs had been so damn interesting, but your research over the last year had proven a couple of their theories to be wrong. You wanted a conversation, to give them a chance to see where your research had come from.

You admired them greatly, had read almost every paper they had put out over the last two years. It had helped develop your own research, helped you with the papers you hadn't published.

‘Dear Professor Floyd and Professor Trace,’

IMPORTANT: My dear friend, @nurse-floyd, made some incredible artwork for this series (which I will be posting chapter by chapter). Recently, she did something incredible in rescuing the sweetest little cat, Lizzie. Lizzie isn't in the best shape, she needs expensive vet care and I want to do everything I can to help my friend.

Nurse-Floyds Ko-Fi

Here is the artwork of my baby Bertha:

tagging people i think would enjoy: @biancathecool

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After She Left | Nine

Words: 5k

Joel leaves Shauna to race to the mess hall, trying to prevent an attack that will obliterate half of Jackson. You keep Ellie safe while Joel is out for blood. Tommy has his suspicions.

Chapter warnings: Angst, again. Slow burn. Joel continues to be bad at feelings.

A/N: Thank you again for your support of this series. It's putting the slow in slow burn, but these two idiots just refuse to give any ground. Joel is starting to soften, slowly, but will Teach let him in?

Eight | Series Masterlist | Ten

Joel’s legs were moving almost completely without volition. He didn’t even hesitate, taking off towards the mess hall screaming, bellowing, over his shoulder for Shauna to run to Tommy and tell him. There wasn’t any time, there wasn’t any knowing how much time there was, but there were families in that mess hall, there were some of the town’s best men and women and their children and he was going to make damn fuckin’ sure not you. Not Ellie. Not you.

He could feel his breath coming in hard and sharp, the comparatively warm night air doing absolutely nothing to stop his lungs feeling as though they were shredding right there in his chest. He was stumbling, must have looked completely mad, as he ran to the centre of town. Shauna had said the gas line ran over the street. In rebuilding Jackson with next to no equipment they wouldn’t have been able to pull up the concrete to bury it, not with the little tools they’d had. It would have made sense to install all the services above ground without a digger to get them under, but now they were just exposed. Jackson had been built on a fuckin’ fuse and he’d stood at the gates while the guys with the match marched right past him.

Jesus, he’d failed. Again, he had failed. If that mess hall went up before he got there he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to live with himself, knew in his heart he would have to take himself off to a mountain somewhere and let the elements have their way with him. Walk into a horde of clickers. It would be fair and it would be just in this lawless, gnashing world.

Breath coming in too fast to catch it, pulse too hard to hear anything else he rounded onto the main street, bellowing at the top of his lungs to clear the area, waving with his hands over his head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tommy running from the other direction, his eyes wild, raising his own hands over his head and bellowing a warning when he saw what Joel was doing. A few other men appeared on Joel’s periphery, confused but on alert regardless, and he screamed to them as he ran past ‘MESS HALL. GONNA GO UP. GET ‘EM OUT. GET ‘EM ALL OUT.’

He was dimly aware of people staring at him, gaping at him as he streamed past. He yelled in their faces to get clear, having to restrain himself from physically pushing them out of the way as he wrenched open the door to the mess hall just as Tommy appeared at the bottom of the steps.

It was all just pure instinct. He’d never been a fire warden, had done safety training for the job sites more than twenty years ago. Didn’t need instructions or a manual, just stood in the doorway as the hall fell silent around him, cupped his hands over his mouth and screamed ‘OUT OUT OUT’.

Tommy pulled him aside, gesturing people to the door now that Joel wasn’t obstructing it anymore, and later when Joel had the wherewithal he’d curse himself for being so stupid as to block the only exit he was screaming at people to use.

The place emptied in minutes. Town Council had a thing about practicing drills: clickers, raiders, fires and floods. Being the only safe haven at the end of the world a fair amount of effort went into preparing for disaster, and everyone was assembled at the muster point by the gate within minutes. Maria was busy doing her headcount.

Out the front of the mess hall Tommy held Joel by his trembling shoulder as he relayed to his younger brother everything that Shauna had said. Tommy sent a bunch of men under the floor to check the foundations, ran his own eye up the gas line because he didn’t trust any of the men, got Joel to do it too when he was done shaking. Whatever Steve and Wren had been planning they hadn’t pulled it off yet. There was still time. Joel felt himself exhale for the first time in an hour.

Over Tommy’s shoulder he saw the townsfolk of Jackson lined up along the street at a safe distance. Moms holding their babies to their chests, husbands with their arms over their wives’ shoulders. He saw you in the crowd, your hand held fast in Ellie’s, and he felt something settle in his chest as his girls watched him work. His girls.

Not his girls.

But in that first moment, before his legs had taken him in the direction of the mess hall, he’d fought a traitorous urge to turn around, head back to your place, pack you and Ellie up in blankets and hunker down with you in your bedroom, let the whole fuckin’ place burn to the ground around him so long as he had you both safe.

He blinked. There was fury bubbling in his belly, he could feel the fire rising up his sternum as he tried to swallow it down.

‘Where they at, Tommy?’ he grunted, his brother having already been anticipating that this would be Joel’s next move, once he was confident the town was safe.

‘Sent Guillaume and a few of the boys to round ‘em up,’ Tommy said, hoping this would be enough for Joel and knowing it wouldn’t be.

‘Gollum?’ Joel said, almost spitting the name in disdain. ‘That fuckhead’s the reason we in this mess. I bet you my life they were the ones skulkin’ around out there that time I saw the tracks, I bet you anythin’ they been planning this for months and I fuckin’ told Golllum…’

‘Ok, easy, easy,’ Tommy said, raising his hands, watching the heat blooming on his brother’s neck. ‘I know, Joel, but we got a proper process.’

Joel scoffed, rolling his eyes, clenching his fists. He was spitting acid now, the left-over adrenaline mixing with bile and misery. ‘We’re a civilisation, Joel,’ Tommy said, almost pleading with him to see some kind of reason. ‘That means we gotta be civil.’

‘I’ll be real civil with ‘em, brother,’ Joel said, his voice low and heavy and full of venom. ‘F’they behave themselves I might even make it quick.’

‘Joel, enough,’ Tommy said. ‘This ain’t…this is for Town Council-’

‘The HELL IT IS’ Joel bellowed, the people still milling around on the street flinching and glancing back at him. He cleared his throat and lowered his gaze.

‘You can’t cut me outta this, Tommy,’ he said, his turn to plead. ‘S’my family they messin’ with.’

‘All our families they messed with, Joel,’ Tommy said.

‘What you think they been doin’ to Shauna all this time?’ Joel said, and Tommy blanched a little. There wasn’t any evidence, Shauna had always implied more or less that she’d agreed to whatever it was they got up to on the side of cold mountains, but Joel knew how to push Tommy’s buttons, having spent the better half of his little brother’s youth installing them himself.

There was a shout over the hill leading down to the stables, a cry and a string of insults that, even though neither Tommy or Joel could make out the words, were nevertheless unkind.

Tommy pulled on Joel’s arm to try and hold him back, but Joel was already streaming over to the sound, his longer legs striding strong despite his older years, his eyes narrowing. Tommy knew this look. It was the look Joel got when he was ready to do anything to defend what was his. He stumbled after his brother, motioning for Maria in the hope that her cooler head might prevail.

Joel could see Wren being held between two of Guillaume’s men, his shoulder bent at what appeared to be a truly uncomfortable angle.

‘They’ve dislocated my shoulder!’ Wren screamed, looking a little green, Joel thought.

‘That’s the last of your worries,’ Tommy said, catching up to Joel and a little out of breath. ‘Wanna tell us about the mess hall?’

‘What about the mess hall?’ Wren asked, and Joel was ready, in that moment, to rip his dislocated shoulder clean from the rest of his body.

‘You fuckin’ sick piece of shit, going to blow it all up with all those kids in there, all those women. People’s fuckin’ families?’ Joel was aware he was spitting, that his face was red, that he was forcing his finger into Wren’s face, but the shock was wearing off now, and pure blind rage was seeping in where it had left, and he couldn’t stop thinking about pulling Ellie’s charred little body out of the wreckage, trying to figure if it was her by her shoes and her proximity to you.

He was going to vomit if he didn’t stop thinking about it. He steeled himself, let the world spin around his head for a moment longer before he pulled it all back into focus by sheer force of will.

‘You and Steve, you sick fucks, been planning this the whole time? When we fed and clothed ya, gave you fuckin’ jobs!’

‘Joel, easy,’ Tommy said, because he could see that Wren was near tears, that the younger man looked dumbfounded, and that dealing with 200 pounds of Miller in the form of a man-sized fist wasn’t going to get them to a resolution.

‘What are you…’ Wren was asking, but then there were more footsteps, and Steve was being dragged along the street to join the party by another of the patrol, and this time Shauna was trailing behind him, eyes wet and hands wringing in front of her. She moved straight to Maria, who wrapped her up in her arms.

‘Just fuckin’ confess to it so we can get down to the punishment,’ Joel was saying, even as Tommy was trying to pull him back so that the Council could form a proper impromptu trial.

‘We didn’t do fuckin’ nothing,’ Steve said, because he was quicker on the uptake it seemed. ‘Whatever she’s said to you it’s fucking bullshit.’

Joel looked at Shauna, who was starting to sob.

‘They said if I said anything they’d kill me,’ she said, eyes on the ground as Maria practically held her up. ‘They said I had to do it, I had to get the plans, I’m so sorry,’ she said.

Wren was shaking his head at her, panic on his features, but Joel was too far gone to notice or care, too interested instead in punching his features through to the other side of his skull.

‘But I couldn’t let them hurt the kids,’ she stuttered, turning her eyes to Joel now, who held her in his gaze. He could feel some of the fury ebbing away at the sight of her so distraught. Could feel a kind of inevitability settling in over his bones, a sadness and an understanding of what had to be done.

‘You fuckin’ lying whore!’ Steve screamed at her, his neck straining from the force of it. Shauna shuddered and took a step back and Joel found himself moving over to her, taking the other side from Maria to help hold her up, as Shauna transferred to his shoulder and buried her face into his neck.

‘You don’t talk about the women of Jackson that way,’ Tommy was saying as Maria nodded her head. Robert, who had been watching the proceedings and taking it all in, pulled Tommy, Maria and a few of the other Councillors aside.

In the silence, Shauna continued to whimper, reaching up to hold firm to the front of Joel’s shirt. He could feel his heartbeat settling, could feel the ache as he breathed over scorched lungs. ‘I’m so scared, Joel,’ Shauna whispered to him, and he rested his chin on the top of her head.

‘I know, I gotcha,’ he said, as he wrapped both arms around her shivering form. He cast a glance at Wren, who was staring at the ground unable to move with his shoulder sustaining what Joel now saw was likely a bad break, and then at Steve, who was watching Shauna with a cold intensity that set Joel’s teeth on edge.

‘Get your fuckin’ eyes off her,’ he hissed, and Steve, instead, raised his eyes to him.

He started to shake his head, slowly. ‘You cunt-struck fool,’ he said to Joel, almost with pity. If he hadn’t been holding Shauna up, Joel would have knocked him out then and there.

Robert cleared his throat, the conference apparently over.

‘For conspiring against the town of Jackson and its citizens, you are banished,’ he said, simply and quickly. Efficient and without fanfare.

‘That’s it?’ Joel said, sputtering. ‘They could still get back in here, the fuckers know the place like the back of their hands. They’ve got plans.’

Shauna whimpered again a little in his arms. No thanks to you, Joel thought, and then felt bad about it.

Robert continued to address the men. ‘Tomorrow morning you will be taken on horseback to a destination two and a half hours ride from here. You will be dropped off with no supplies or weapons. You will not return. Should you attempt to darken our gates again you will be shot on sight. Do you understand?’

‘Just shoot us now, you fuckin’ cowards,’ Steve said, the fight receding from him so that now he was just sort of swaying in the arms of the men. ‘Don’t just let a clicker do it.’

‘The Town Council’s decision is final. You will be placed in remand until the morning. We will ride out at dawn.’

Robert nodded to his councillors and to Joel and strode off. Joel was angry but he had to admire Robert’s composure. He considered, not for the first time, that Robert was exactly the man for the job he held.

Guillaume and his men dragged Steve and Wren away. Wren was gently weeping, his legs not working so well anymore now that he was almost bent double from the pain. Shauna didn’t lift her head from Joel’s chest to watch them go. She stayed, practically glued to his hip, until Joel had no other choice but to take her home.

--

You’d seen the look on Joel’s face, had ushered Ellie under your arm and away from the crowd before she had to see him rip those two men apart with his teeth. He was furious, like an adder poised to strike, while Tommy stood beside him and tried to keep a level head. Rumours were already swirling about what had happened at the mess hall by the time you turned up your street with Ellie behind you, and you blocked them out. The truth would become apparent whether you got caught up in the eddying flow of it.

Your main concern was just Ellie. You did the only thing you could think to do with a stressed-out teenager in your house: you fed her. Standing at the bench with her peeling potatoes the two of you discussed absolutely nothing at all – what air conditioning used to feel like, how loud planes were in the sky, what it was like to go to the mall and spend the whole afternoon just looking at clothes – knowing that Joel would come for her.

After a long silence, while you lay the potato slices down in a pan and poured cheese over the top to bake, Ellie finally spoke.

‘Was he a bad man?’ she asked you, and you sighed.

‘I don’t know, I didn’t know him all that well.’

Ellie looked at you sharply, surprise on her features.

‘What do you mean? You’ve spent nearly every day with us.’

You felt the thud of realisation in your chest. Joel. Was Joel a bad man.

‘Ellie, why do you ask that?’ you questioned, but she turned away from you, her shoulders rounding over. You watched as she tugged on her long sleeves, even in the heat of the kitchen.

‘He gets that look…’ she said, and you found yourself nodding.

‘He would never hurt you, or people he cared about. That looked to me like a man fighting to keep his family safe.’

‘Which family?’ she asked. You put the tray gently on the bench, to take a moment, to steady yourself.

‘Ellie…’ you started, but there was the sound of the front door opening, and heavy footfalls in the hall. Ellie was already moving towards him.

‘Ellie!’ he was calling, booming into the quiet of your house.

‘In here!’ she called back, and they met in the doorway, nearly toppling over with the force in which they collided into each other, Joel holding her fast to his chest.

‘Are you alright? Are you hurt?’ he was saying, and she was shaking her head. He pulled her away from him, cradling her head in both of his hands as he studied her, from her scalp to her toes. ‘Nothin’? Nothin’?’ he asked again, and she stilled in his hands.

‘What was that, Joel?’ she asked, and you watched as his eyes slid closed, pulling her into his body again.

‘Nothin’ babygirl, it was nothin’.’ He muttered.

You swallowed harshly, something thick and hot in your throat suddenly making it hard to breathe. He finally noticed you, his brown eyes snapping to yours as you watched him cradle his daughter.

‘You alright?’ he asked you, genuine concern written over his face.

You nodded. ‘We did just fine,’ you said, quietly, but he shook his head in response.

‘No, you,’ he clarified. You weren’t sure if you were alright, actually. Weren’t sure if you could instruct every cell in your body to stop screaming for him to reach out for you, grasp your wrist so gentle in his hand and pull you into his chest to stand by Ellie, your nose tucked in under his jaw and feeling the heat of his pulse there on your skin.

You exhaled, slowly, steeled yourself. It hadn’t been anything, and it wouldn’t be. You nodded your head at him, not trusting your own voice under the strain of the moment.

He seemed satisfied, his eyes gently closing again as Ellie wriggled out from under his arms, straightening her shirt and wiping her eyes with her sleeve, trying to hide it by turning away from you both.

‘What’s gonna happen to them?’ she asked, and he sighed.

‘They’re gettin’ kicked out,’ he said, and you watched the anger bloom over her face.

‘That’s it?’ she asked, her voice rising as she worked herself up. ‘That’s bullshit! They nearly killed like 50 people!’

‘Easy,’ Joel said, raising his hands. You watched as his brows saddled.

‘Ellie, come help me set the table,’ you said, trying to divert her. She was still caught up in the indignation of it, though, like all teenagers when faced with an injustice.

‘That’s crap though, they shouldn’t be allowed to live!’

It jarred you for a second, a teenager calling for the death penalty, and you wondered for the first time in a while what the world had become. Such that it was, such that it would ever be again.

‘Enough,’ Joel said, quiet but deadly, and Ellie jutted out her lower lip, but stopped. You could see a well-worn dynamic playing out in front of you. You felt out of place in the middle of it.

‘We oughta get goin’,’ he said to her, and he looked exhausted all of a sudden, far older than his years.

‘We made dinner,’ Ellie said, angry and pouty still.

‘I won’t eat all this, I can bring some around,’ you offered, and realised you had already betrayed her, that you were supposed to campaign for them to stay. You faltered, looking between her and Joel. Did you want them to stay? Was it a good idea? To even offer? ‘Unless you…’

‘We’ve imposed enough on Teach tonight,’ Joel said, not looking at you, and you felt the sting of the rejection even though you had been expecting it, had been reminding yourself not to hope for any different.

Ellie stomped down the hall, and you heard your door swing open so hard you wouldn’t have been surprised if she wrenched it free. Joel looked at his feet, his eyes only ever flitting in your direction, his face pink.

‘You doin’ alright?’ he asked.

‘Nothing for you to feel guilty about, Joel,’ you said, quickly, and he sighed. You watched him flex his fingers once, twice, on his left hand. He pulled it up to his chest and rested it over his heart.

‘-nk you for still seein’ her,’ he said, and you shrugged.

‘I care about her, Joel. More than I care about you. Or me.’

He nodded. He knew it was true, he had always known it, and he knew he had used it against you when it suited him, when it meant he could wonder closer to you, when he could feel the heat of you gentle on his skin.

‘M’sorry…’ he started, but Ellie was calling for him from the front porch.

‘We goin’ old man OR WHAT?’ she yelled. You hid a little smirk, which Joel returned. Suddenly you were both shy, but some of the weight had shifted. You stood firmer on your two feet.

‘G’bye Joel,’ you said. ‘I can bring some of this around if you need me to…’

‘Shauna’s cookin’,’ he said, without thinking, and then suddenly thinking too much when he looked up and saw the look of shock pass over your face.

‘Oh…’ you said.

‘She ain’t good at it…’ he tried, to see if he could get the lightness back, to see if he could get you to smile. He could get through it if he just got you to smile.

You felt yourself falter. You hated it, hated the feeling and yourself for letting yourself feel it, for putting yourself in the position to.

Joel stared at you, helpless and deflating. The back of his neck ached from tension, his hands still tremoring from the adrenaline, from the fury.

‘Y’know you’re welcome over anytime,’ he said, because you were suddenly so still, your breath so light he could barely see your chest rise and fall, and he hated the idea of you over here alone, hated the idea of you missing your family, your friends, Ellie and maybe even him a little bit, if he still deserved it. He coughed, clearing his throat, trying hard to ignore the sound of Ellie pacing on your front porch. ‘I know I don’t deserve any more of your time, and I ain’t askin’ for it, I just…’

You watched as he seemed unable to decide what to do with his hands, digging them into his pockets, pulling them out again to rest on his hips, crossing them over his chest. You watched his hands because it was easier than looking at his face, easier than having to look him in the eyes while he actively, outwardly pitied you.

‘You know I had a life here before you got here, Joel,’ you said, your voice clear and unwavering. ‘You know I was here a long while before you? Don’t look at me some lost little puppy now that you’ve decided not to play with me anymore. I have a job and…friends and…enough memories of a family that loved me to fuel me ‘til my last sunset. I miss them and I love them but I’m not sad, Joel.’

You lifted the pan of potatoes and slammed them, a little more forcefully than you intended, into the oven. ‘Go home to Shauna, whatever she’s cooked up for you. You do what you need to do, Joel.’

He cared about you, he knew it then by the way he wanted to wrap you in his arms and kiss you until dawn even while you told him off. By the way he would let you yell at him every minute for the rest of his days if it just meant you were talking to him, if it meant you got firey and animated and more yourself.

He knew you were shooing him away. And he would go, in just a minute. ‘I ain’t sorry for it,’ he said, when you looked like you might have been ready to listen. ‘M’sorry for how I treated ya, for how I reacted when…everything changed. But I ain’t sorry for kissin’ ya, and I ain’t sorry for that…’ he gestured to the couch over his shoulder, and you resolutely didn’t look where he was pointing. ‘I’d do that every day of the week, sweet girl, if it weren’t for how things are…and if I thought for any second y’might let me.’

He came forward and you stood, hypnotised, unable to step back even as he lifted his hands and cradled your head in them, just as he had minutes ago with Ellie, just as you had wished, quietly, and only so that Rose could hear, that he would hold you the same.

‘I regret nothin’ about you, only how I handled it, and for that I’ll be sorry for the rest of my time.’ He stared into your eyes, not wavering until he could see that you had understood, that you had heard him. You felt tears threatening, and you were so fucking sick of crying over this man, but right then you wanted him to kiss you even though you knew, for all the heat of his gaze, he was really saying he never would again.

‘Enough now…’ you said, taking his hands from your face and settling them back down at his sides. He nodded.

‘I know, baby,’ he said, quiet as he leant forward anyway and rested his forehead on yours. ‘Enough,’ he agreed, his words mingling with the hot tears on your cheeks.

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Joel stood next to Robert, Tommy and Billy at the gate. He watched, closely, as Steve and Wren were dragged into their saddles, their arms still tied behind their backs. Wren had gone eerily quiet, apparently having passed out in the night from the pain, and he looked sweaty and pale now. Joel knew that sending him beyond the gates in this state was a death sentence, but he was finding it hard to care. His mind kept turning time back to the moment Shauna’s words hit him – mess hall, gas line – and the way he had immediately thought of Ellie, and of you. He would kill these two men a thousand times over if it meant he never had to feel that again. He was getting too old for it. He couldn’t bear a new way to fail his girls.

Not his girls.

Shauna had stayed, tucked up in his bed while Joel offered to take the couch, and he rubbed at the crick in his neck now as a result. There wasn’t fanfare, just the creak of the opening gates as Guillaume and his men rounded on them.

‘Follow the river, two-three hours West, there’s some mountain ranges, some rapids. They won’t get back,’ Billy instructed, and Guillaume nodded. Steve glared at Joel from the saddle. He stared, impassively, back.

‘Town’s a shithole anyway,’ Steve said, and Joel grinned at him.

‘Yeah, but this shithole still ain’t yours,’ he replied, because he couldn’t help himself.

The horses took off, Billy pulling the gate closed behind them. Joel stood watch until the sound of the hooves ebbed away.

Robert tipped his hat to the brothers. Tommy turned back towards the stables, and Joel followed on his heels.

‘Thank God that’s over,’ Joel said, and Tommy clicked his jaw a little. ‘What?’ he asked.

‘Don’t feel right,’ Tommy said, without elaborating. Joel felt the urge to roll his eyes, his emerging need to believe it was dealt with for a moment overpowering him, before he remembered Tommy had never dismissed him even when he came, panic stricken, believing there to be monsters beyond the gate.

‘Tell me,’ he said, and Tommy sighed.

‘The look on Wren’s face…’ Tommy started, and Joel interrupted almost immediately.

‘They were guilty as sin, course he looked…’

‘Were they, Joel? We didn’t exactly investigate. He looked…surprised? I don’t know, confused?’

‘He thought he’d done such a good job of stitchin’ up Shauna he never figured she’d tell…’ Joel reasoned. ‘He was surprised because she said somethin’, is all.’

‘He seem like the scheming sort, Joel? The kind of fuckin…mastermind…’

Joel thought back to Wren, the way he was quiet and liked tending the animals, the way he was kind of reedy, kind of skinny, in a way that was more than just about starving half to death on the side of a mountain and somewhat genetic, somewhat constitutional.

‘Steve, though…’

‘Yeah, Steve,’ Tommy agreed.

‘Nasty fucker.’

‘Mmm.’

The two brothers fell into step, and then into silence.

‘Don’t see why she’d throw ‘em under the bus, she ain’t like that.’ Joel said, answering his brother’s unspoken question.

Tommy looked up at his big brother, at the way Joel’s eyes were narrow, resolute, in the early morning light.

‘You’re probably right, it was just the heat of the moment, I guess,’ Tommy said. ‘So much happenin’ at once.’

Joel nodded at him, satisfied. They arrived at the stables, Tommy reaching for a pitchfork and handing it, without ceremony, to Joel.

‘Whatchu doin’ with that, brother?’ Joel asked, refusing to take what was offered to him.

‘Muck out,’ Tommy said, nodding at the stable floor. Joel backed away, his hands in the air.

‘No, sir, that ain’t my job.’

‘Ain’t mine either but we got our best men out there right now, who else is gonna do it?’

Wren would have done it, Joel thought. Wren probably had been doing it, quietly, for weeks.

‘C’mon big man, you ain’t afraid of dirt,’ Tommy said, goading his brother with the absolute certainty that it would work.

‘Ain’t the dirt I’m worried about,’ he said, but he was grinning now, and Tommy was grinning back at him. He reached over and took the pitchfork.

It had been a while since he’d done this kind of honest, grunt work, Joel thought. There was a kind of poetry in it. Maybe all this time things were just leading to the eventual inevitability that he would have to shovel shit.

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Alone And Forsaken

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: After a close call with infected, you and Joel return to your safehouse and try to stay warm during a cold night

Warnings: smut (18+!), sex (unprotected), cockwarming, cursing, gun mention (briefly), smut with very little plot, Joel hasn’t cockwarmed in over twenty years

Author’s Note: This is my first Joel fic so I'm a little nervous but I love the idea of him cockwarming/having sex again after so long and he's desperate oops. Much thanks to @chellestrash for supporting me through this fic! Feedback is greatly appreciated! :)

Word Count: 5.2k

Joel mutters in his sleep. Most nights, it was whispers of his late daughter’s name; the sorrowful memory of that night replays in his mind even after twenty years. Other times it was restless grunts and warnings of clickers as he tossed and turned on the small mattress. It doesn’t matter whether you were in a somewhat protected military zone or in the uncertain darkness that lies outside of those sanctioned areas. When the sun sets and the anxiety dies down just enough to finally slip into unconsciousness, you’d hear the distressed mumbling beside you that made your chest grow tight all over again.

The two of you have just returned home—or, whatever you could call the four walls that were miraculously still standing. It was more of an improvised safehouse while you traveled beyond the patrolled Fedra walls to make your drop offs. The house was small but dependable, especially once Joel had gone and fortified the decaying wood that was barricading the doors and windows shut. Perhaps you could consider it safe in comparison to the rubble and debris surrounding it, not to mention the absolute luck that there were no cordyceps in the immediate area.

Smuggling isn’t exactly your favorite job when it comes to ways of earning supplies, but you suppose it’s better than the depressing things that Joel does for a few ration cards. He’s the one who got you into helping him after showing you just how good the payoff was and, if you’re honest with yourself, you enjoy the time alone with him. He isn't easy to read and his rough voice comes across harsh to others but the longer you’re around him, you begin to pick up on his true intentions behind his sometimes cold front.

Your name rings through your ears, pulling you to the present and away from your abandoned train of thought. It sounds nice to hear Joel speak it, despite his deep, rough shout. You quickly stand and make your way over to the wooden bookcase that’s lying diagonally over the back door to the house. Planting your feet on the ground, you push it so that it’s standing upright again and twist the small lock on the doorknob.

You open the door and the sounds of the thunderstorm grow louder, a flash of lightning illuminating Joel’s silhouette. His back is facing you as he checks the surrounding area once more, gun in his hands as he slowly turns before entering the house.

“It’s clear,” he holsters his gun, “no signs of clickers or infected,” he sighs heavily, closing the door gently behind him. He steps past you and into the house, immediately moving furniture in search of cracks in the floorboards. He often forgot exactly where he left his supplies due to the different safe houses you two frequent on the smuggling route. You watch as he knocks the toe of his boot into an area of the wood underneath the dusty rug. The sound is hollow and he immediately kneels to the ground to start removing the slotted wood.

“You’re sure?” you ask uncertainly, your voice a whisper in the otherwise quiet room. It was rare that you questioned him, but your fear got the better of you. The way he freezes with the floorboard piece still in his hand has you worried you overstepped, and you hurry to explain.

“I-I don’t mean to—it’s just that, well, I wanted to be absolutely certain,” your words come out faster once he looks over his shoulder. He stares up at you, glancing over your features while resting his hand on his knee. You pull your lip between your teeth, nervously thinking of his potential reaction to your words.

Your expression gives your anxiety away and he sighs gently, his eyes scanning over your face. His own features soften and you watch his shoulders begin to slouch before he’s standing up and silently walking towards you.

“Tonight was too close and I’m…” he trails off, his eyes focusing on something behind you, his mind going elsewhere. After a moment he looks to your scared face again and continues, “I’m sorry I made the wrong call.”

Joel hangs his head in defeat and you wish you could take away the guilt he feels. The rain patters gently on the roof but you still hear his frustrated exhale over the noise. He brings a hand to the back of his neck, scratching at the grey hair brushing his skin there. After clearing his throat, he continues, his southern accent wound around his words.

“I thought it was clear I… If I hadn’t gotten there—”

“But you did,” you cut him off before his mind has time to spiral. Joel always takes responsibility for every mission no matter the importance. There’s been times in the past where he thinks back on what went wrong and makes a mental note of how to improve next time, but not without holding some resentment for his flawed actions. You know tonight was more serious, what with the clicker’s gnashing teeth nearly grazing your neck, and you wanted to try and spare Joel some of the self loathing.

A shiver suddenly works its way down the back of your neck. The icy touch runs along your spine and spreads throughout your body, causing you to shake slightly. He watches your involuntary movement and looks down at your hands that are balled around the cuff of the wet jacket you’re wearing.

“C’mon, let’s get you out of those clothes,” he speaks up again before turning away. His wet footsteps echo out on the wooden floor as he steps towards his backpack. You wind your arms around yourself as he slings his bag over his shoulder, walking back to you and leading you to one of the unused rooms down the hall.

The both of you typically would stay in the main space of the house, with access to windows and a kitchen within close distance. But in moments where some privacy was needed, you’d have the extra rooms of the house to change or get some time alone. He entered the small bedroom first, quickly scanning it with his flashlight. Once deciding it was clear, he gives you a small nod before dropping his bag, leaving the room, and pulling the door shut behind him.

Crouching down to his bag, you open it and find two thick flannels folded at the bottom beneath the few cans of food and extra boxes of ammo. Discarding your wet jacket and soaked shirt underneath, you pick up a dry one from his bag and hold it in front of you. You think of the last time Joel wore this one and how the blue plaid pattern brought out the tan in his skin.

Slipping your arms through the sleeves, you pull the material closer to your body. It’s a lot softer than most of the shirts around nowadays, most likely the material being worn down by all the years Joel has been wearing it. There’s a small tear under the arm on your right side but other than that it’s in great condition.

You untwist the collar of the shirt as you make the fabric sit smoothly against your neck. Your fingers move down the lapels of the flannel and you pause for a second before raising it to your face. The collar smells so deeply of him and you shut your eyes as you inhale his scent.

His heavy footsteps sound out through the house and you hear them from the other side of the paper thin walls, pulling you from your thoughts. You quickly straighten the edges of the shirt before slipping the black buttons through their holes and making your way back to the living room.

Joel is back in his position on the worn couch. His back is straight as a board, a physical display of his alertness. He’s squinting his eyes as he peers between the slotted wood boarding up the windows, watching the outside area nearby. You’d often find him like this, making mental notes of the surrounding environments or how many exits a building had. It makes you feel safe, but you wish there was a world where he didn’t feel the need to do that instinctively.

You notice he’s wearing only his denim button up now, having ditched the soaked jacket. The heavy bookshelf is back in place as well, blocking the only entrance to the house that isn’t boarded up. Your eyes fall to the ground and notice there’s no makeshift alarm. Checking the other door in the living room, you notice it’s clear of any liter as well.

“No glass?” you ask quietly, stepping deeper into the room. Joel turns at the sound of your voice, watching from his spot on the torn couch cushion.

“Just clickers and infected for the next few miles. If we don't make a fire, we can’t draw people in. So yeah,” he’s cut off by his groan as he places his hands on his knees to stand up, “no glass.” 

“Right…” you trail off, trying to ignore the excitement in your chest as he steps towards you. “So no fire tonight? That’s going to be a little rough,” you let out a bitter chuckle.

The weather had been unkind as of late and it was taking a toll on you. Joel saw the shakes your body gave under the unforgiving wind, despite him lending you extra jackets to wear under a thick winter coat you happened across. The past few nights in particular he had been burning low fires as you two were in the woods; he assured you the tree line helped disguise the smoke. But you know the risk of shedding light near open streets, even if you desperately wanted the heat anyway.

“Well, ‘m sorry,” Joel begins, his hands working their way to their usual spot on his hips. “We can’t—“

“We can’t run the risk, I know,” you sigh heavily, finishing his sentence for him. “I just wish there wasn’t a risk—“

The sudden crash of thunder catches you by surprise, making you jump away from him. Distant sounds of clicker screeching fills the air next and you don’t have enough time to fix your confident facade that slips. Joel notices it, and he sees the fear in your eyes despite the smile you flash at him and the dismissive laugh that follows.

“Jesus, you’d think I’d get used to that by now,” you chuckle, folding your arms across your chest. He sees through the act you’re putting on and sighs quietly. Wordlessly, he takes another step towards you, closing the distance and pulling you into him.

His body is warm and his strong arms feel gentle as he embraces you. This was a first between the two of you, even the smallest moments of intimacy being somewhat of a struggle for him. He’s never said it aloud but you’ve picked up on the signs after months and months of knowing him. The one thing you never do, however, is force him to open up to you. Not even after hearing his broken whispers as he recalled the events he’s had to witness.

You don’t realize how much you need his touch until he’s giving it to you, and now you don’t want to go without it. His arms around you feel like they’re holding you together enough that you can allow yourself to relax completely. It’s the first time in, well forever, that you feel like something else is barring the weight for you. And you can’t help yourself from unwinding in his hold.

You let yourself sink into his chest, your head resting below his collarbone as you inhale shakily. His heartbeat sounds out rhythmically into your ear and its predictable, repetitive pattern soothes you instantly. Slowly but surely, you’re able to bring in deeper breaths of air as your hands grab at his large back tightly. Everything else in the room fades as you squeeze your eyes shut—everything except for him.

A few moments pass and Joel begins to loosen his hold on you. His hands leave your back and begin to pull away, but you don’t let go. It must’ve dawn on him that you needed him more than he realized, because he goes back to holding you after clearing his throat gently.

You don’t want to push his boundaries or make him uncomfortable, so you bring in two big breaths of air before untangling yourself from him. He stares down at you, his eyes scanning both of yours quickly, and you feel as though you could melt under his gaze. Your feelings for him had always been there, but after that display of affection? You know you’re wrapped around his finger now.

Joel looks as though he’s about to say something; his lips part as his eyebrows pull together, but you speak before he can.

“So…” you trail off as you swing your arms awkwardly. You don’t have anything else to add; your fear of what he might say overpowered any ideas you had before you opened your mouth. His eyes fall to your hands, which are still moving, and you become painfully aware of how odd you’re acting.

“So!” you wind your arms around your chest, “What’re we thinking? Living room or one of the beds?” you ask with a joking laugh. The confusion on Joel’s face is plainly there in his rough features, but thankfully he drops it. He clears his throat once again before nodding his head towards the hallway you left just a moment ago.

“Figured we’d use the beds, since they’re there. Those sleeping bags have been killing my back,” he rasps out as he places his palm over his lower spine. He shakes his head gently, almost as if he’s reliving the pain of the sore muscles the next morning. When he glances back up at you he lets out a small chuckle, muttering, “‘M gettin’ too old for that.”

The fact that he chooses to laugh off the awkward moment has your heart tightening in your chest and a genuine smile finds its way back to your face again.

It takes only a few minutes for you and Joel to move your bags and other supplies into the new room. He doesn’t bring up the extra seconds of comfort you relished in, or the slightly embarrassing aftermath of the moment—which you’re immensely thankful for.

The mattress is, unsurprisingly, stiff and you swear you can feel the springs each time you move to get comfortable. It’s silent other than the shuffling of your clothing and Joel’s quiet breathing. Your back is facing him but you can faintly feel the warmth radiating from his body. You want more than anything to pull him closer, to spare you both from the drafty walls of this old house, but you aren’t sure you can muster up the courage.

The minutes slip by as the rain patters gently on the glass of the windows. The storm is finally settling down now and you catch the shadows of the rain through the glass; the image is projected on the wall as the droplets roll down. It’s times like these where the world seems so peaceful, you almost forget about the threats of this new world.

“Are you asleep?” your whisper cuts through the silence like a knife. There’s a pause, and for half a second you think he might’ve drifted off.

“‘M too cold to sleep,” his raspy voice sounds out, and you can’t help the chuckle that falls from your mouth.

“Yeah… yeah me too,” you admit to him. The silence that falls after you speak feels thick, and you’re once again regretting your choice of words. 

You do though find comfort in his presence. Having him close makes you feel safe, but it does nothing to help the chittering of your teeth. You let out a long sigh as you rub your hands over your arms, attempting to use the friction to warm up.

“Do, uh… Do you want me to help?” he speaks up out of the darkness.

“How?” you ask with sincerity. There’s only one thing you could think of that could fix this situation at all, and you doubt he’d do it.

“I don’t…,” he trails off, trying to rack his brain for an answer. “‘M not sure. We can’t have the fire—,” he begins to explain, but you cut him off.

“No, I know, Joel, it’s okay,” you sigh. There’s a long pause after you speak and you just wish he would get the hint already. As the seconds pass the shiver in your bones grows tiring, and you finally cave in.

“C-could you… hold me?” And again you’re met with silence. Joel doesn’t say anything and you clammer to explain. “Just, y’know, it’d be warmer if you… We’d share heat that way.”

He lets out a deep grunt and you can’t help but worry that he’s hating the idea. You feel paralyzed, too scared to check over your shoulder to see his reaction. The pulsing grows in your chest and you fear you’ve overstepped again.

Joel’s arm lightly curls around your waist, and you nearly flinch from the contact. Your entire side lights up and you inhale shakily, his touch feels burning hot as it spreads through your body. The next thing you feel is his chest pressing into your back, his scent filling in the air around you.

You bite down on your lip, determined to not spoil the moment with your clumsy words. You’ve never been this close with him before, despite your crush that’s developed over the months. He’s so much warmer than you could’ve ever pictured all of those nights under the fire, longing to be in this exact situation.

Joel moves his hand down to hold your lower stomach instead but you feel his arm tense up. He begins to speak but cuts himself off, opting to move his hand back to its original place. It’s slightly reassuring to see him acting stiffly as well. It reminds you that you’re not alone in the newness of it all.

“Is that… Does this feel alright?” he mumbles, uncertainty clear in his voice.

“It’s good. It’s uh, it’s warm,” you chuckle lightly, moving your palm to cover the back of his hand, “thank you.” Your fingers wrap around the bruises on his busted knuckles. He doesn’t say anything else, but he nestles his fingers between your ribs and the mattress.

You try your best to focus on his body and not on the cold, but your brain has other ideas. Each rise and fall of his chest has him pushing against you and he’s so close you can feel his breath on your shoulder. Every second that passes makes your awareness of him worse and worse.

A shiver runs its course through your body again, a sign of the chill still deep in your bones. He doesn’t mention it but wraps his arms tighter anyway. The close grip does nothing but make you crave more of him. An idea pops into your head suddenly, and you don’t give yourself a chance to second guess it and back out. You push your ass back into his crotch and his hand immediately leaves your ribs, trying to stop you from doing it again.

“Don’t,” he grunts behind clenched teeth. His fingers dig into your hip tightly and your breath catches in your throat. He’s never sounded this rough with you but the rasp in chest makes you grow hotter between your thighs.

“C’mon, Joel,” you nearly whine, “it’s so cold.” You roll your hips back again, pushing yourself against his bulge once more. His grip on you tightens and you immediately stop.

“That’s a bad idea,” he whispers gravely. The air around the words ghost over your neck and goosebumps start decorating your skin. The gruff tone of his voice does nothing but add fuel to the fire in your lower stomach and you press your thighs together to try and get some relief.

“We don’t have to—not, not all the way, I mean.” You sigh defeatedly, knowing you’ve probably ruined your chance at sparking more than a friendship between the two of you. Each bout of silence feels worse than the last, but this time you feel like if you speak at all you’ll destroy everything. 

A weary sigh comes from behind your shoulder, the breath blowing your hair lightly. You swallow thickly as you feel his hand move and hear his belt buckle sound out a second later.

“Shit,” he mumbles, and the sound of denim shifting grows louder. His jeans are kicked off and tossed onto the floor as he presses his lower half against you again. You can’t believe it’s actually happening, that he’s truly considering this.

“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do this, any of it, if you don’t want it,” the words leaving his mouth are barely audible. You finally turn your head over your shoulder to look him in the eyes, nodding gently before whispering, “Please.”

He swallows heavily and glances down between the two of you. You follow his gaze and see his cock, still mostly soft, and you reach down to hold him. The groan doesn’t quite leave his chest as you wrap your fingers around him, gently pumping him in your hand twice before lining him up with your entrance.

Joel slowly guides his hips to follow your movements, pushing inside of you. Even when he’s soft you can feel the decent size he is, and as the seconds pass, you feel him grow bigger inside of you. He doesn’t speak during it, but you hear the way he’s breathing through gritted teeth.

“Sorry, I can’t help—,” he cuts himself off as his fingernails dig deeper into your side. You’re not sure how much bigger he’ll get, but you’re beginning to feel the stretch of his thickness. Feeling him slowly fill you from the inside is a sensation you’re not used to, but you let out a pleased hum from how much warmer you are.

His cock continues to get harder and his fingers let go of you just to grab you tight again. It’s almost as if he feels guilty for his body’s natural reaction, but he can’t fight it either. You feel him give a faint twitch and you clench around him instinctively. His forehead presses against your shoulder as he sighs loudly, his now swollen tip pressing into your lower stomach.

“I don’t think either of us will fall asleep like this,” you speak up in the silence. He’s hard and heavy inside of you and you can feel each vein along his cock. He groans again before pushing himself up, changing positions so he’s on top of you. He doesn’t pull out, however, and now that he’s moved he’s somehow slipped even deeper inside of you.  

He’s staring down at where you two are connected as he pants lightly, still trying to get used to the new feeling. You reach out for his cheek, cupping his face in your palm as your thumb drags along his bottom lip. His desperate eyes search for yours in the dark and you notice the shaky breath he lets out. His fingers curl around your wrist gently as he squeezes his eyes shut. He looks as if he’s in pain, but the twitching you feel inside of you tells you otherwise.

“It’s okay, Joel. You can move,” you instruct him, pulling his lip down. Those words snap something inside of him and he plunges forward, kissing you deeply. Your heart races in your chest as he begins to move forward, pressing himself deeper inside of you. His tongue glides along yours and you moan into his mouth before he breaks the kiss.

He glances back down to where he’s buried inside of you and you watch how he takes it all in. You can hear the sounds of your slick each time he pushes in, the noise so loud in the otherwise quiet room. His hips rock forward torturously slow but pull back before he can bottom out; you can’t help the frown on your face as he does it repeatedly.

“Joel, what’s wrong? Why aren’t you…” you’re not sure how to finish the sentence, but thankfully he understands. His groans fall from the back of his throat as he sits back on his calves, stilling inside of you.

“I haven’t—it’s been so long,” they’re the only words he can think of to explain. It clicks for you then that the reason he’s being so hesitant must be because of how it feels for him. You can’t help the fond smile you flash at him before reaching for his neck to pull him back to you. His lips are soft as he kisses you back and you let your hand fall from his neck to cup his jaw again. You brush your thumb along his cheek, feeling the scratchy beard tickling your palm.

He rocks his hips inside of you faster now but still, he doesn’t go as deep as he can. You try telling him it’s okay, coaxing him with little praises, but he still holds himself back. You can feel yourself craving more and an idea pops into your head.

You wrap your legs around his sides, crossing your ankles and dig the heel of your foot into his lower back. You pull him down onto you as close as you can and he lets out a shuddering moan. Rubbing your hands over his broad shoulders, you give him time to adjust to the feeling of his entire length inside of you.

Joel sniffles after a moment and you feel his hips buck into you. The head of his cock nudges that part deep in your stomach where the pleasure nearly hurts because of how full of him you are. You clench around him and he lets out a strangled cry, letting his face fall into your neck.

His lips suck on the sensitive skin below your jaw, grazing his teeth along you before biting gently. He continues to rut inside of you, never pulling back, not wanting to leave your warmth. He licks over your skin as he soothes the mark he just left on you before unbuttoning your shirt, his hand cupping your breast. The wet stripe on your neck grows cold as the air hits it and you let out a moan of his name.

“Oh, Christ,” he curses quietly, squeezing your chest under his palm. The reflection of the rain on glass illuminates his face now as he stares at you. You watch as the droplets roll down his cheeks; they glide over the lines and scars decorating his face that tell a thousand tales. He bites down on his bottom lip and you catch the way his throat tightens, the veins tensing, like he’s trying to stay quiet.

“It’s okay, Joel. I wanna hear you,” you whisper as if it’s meant for just him to hear. He looks into your eyes as his own are filled with uncertainty. Nodding your head, you watch as his composure slowly breaks down and you finally hear the guttural groan that comes from his chest.

His moans fall freely now, as if your words were permission for him to express himself. Every sound that escapes his lips turns you on even more now that you hear just how good he’s feeling. His hand drops from your chest as his fingers glide down your stomach, lighting a fire on your skin as they move. He reaches for the underside of your thigh and he pushes your knee up to your chest. With the new angle his cock pushes impossibly deeper and you gasp, your fingers tugging on the silver strands at the back of his head.

“You feel…” he groans, dragging his hips back until just his head is inside of you. “You feel so fucking good,” he chokes out before thrusting again. His fingers move to your clit, rubbing your slick over where you’re most sensitive and his touch has you clenching around him.

“Oh, fuck, Joel!” you cry out as you buck your hips, squirming under his touch. Hearing his name falling out of a broken moan, his hips stutter forward and the tempo he sets begins to falter. You feel the heat quickly growing deep in your stomach and you know neither of you will last much longer.

“C-C’mon, honey, I need you,” he grunts out louder, his southern accent coming out thicker as he rubs his thumb over your clit faster. His opposite hand squeezes your hip tightly and you feel as though he might bruise the skin from how tight he’s holding you. Your voice shakes through your whimpers as he moves faster, your body bouncing underneath his hard thrusts.

Joel thrusts inside one last time before stilling, his cock twitching as he comes. The warmth filling you while he lets out a growl of your name is the last thing you need to push you over the edge. You clench around him repeatedly, drawing out his own orgasm as you two fall apart in each other’s embrace.

He doesn’t move after that, only hides his face into your neck again as he nuzzles his nose along your collarbone. His lips cover the markings he left just minutes ago, tending to them with gentle kisses. Neither of you say anything as you let your bodies relax into one another and it’s the most relief you’ve felt in months.

Your hands find their way to his broad back, rubbing over his shoulders absentmindedly while you listen to the rain lightly patter on the roof. His weight presses into you still as he lies on top of you, the feeling grounding you as you notice the kisses have stopped for a few minutes.

Looking down at your shoulder, you see his face is completely peaceful. The regular furrow of his eyebrows is smoothed out and the nearly permanent frown has left his face. All those worried lines have disappeared now and there’s not a single mutter disturbing his sleep.

You’ve never seen him this calm and you feel an overwhelming sense of pride that you were able to give him this—the first night where he doesn’t force himself to stay awake despite his heavy eyes, or wake up in a sweat from awful nightmares.

You decide right then and there that you want to give him this one perfect night. Slowly slipping out from underneath Joel, careful not to wake him, you pick your clothes up off of the floor and dress yourself. You grab your bag and weapons before kneeling beside the mattress on the floor. Running your fingers through his hair, you press a kiss to his temple before making your way out of the room.

With one last look over your shoulder at his sleeping face, you pull the door shut silently. You take watch that night, sitting in the living room until the sun rises between the gaps in the boarded up windows, giving him one night of peace.

[ghxstyfae]

Rafe Cameron x Puppygirl ♡ Headcanons

Warnings: Nsfw, 24/7 power exchange, dom/sub dynamics, rafe may be seen as toxique, consenual somnophilia, breeding kink, pet play, puppy play, fluff, drug use, Puppy has adhd

Taglist: @sunflowerleii @itzdarling

Rafe absolutely adores his puppy

Shes the sweetest, most energetic little ball of sunshine.

Puppy could probably have anyone on the planet with her magnetic personality, but she loves no one but him ♡

He never thought he'd be interested in a very clingy gf but he LOVES how shes always sitting on his lap or attached to him like a koala

He definitely keeps a cage like this or this in his bedroom just for her ♡

Of course Puppy bites him all the time, but consider this: he also bites her. His teeth dig into the back of her neck and she just goes limp in his arms <3 he does this whenver hes misbehaving but also when shes anxious or jittery

Leaving puppy alone when he goes to work is criminal negligence (in her eyes) so *IF POSSIBLE* if hes working at a desk, she'll sit underneath it, or even just in his car for a couple hours💀

He keeps her favourite candies in his pocket and literally gives them to her like treats (scooby snacks and lindt chocolates)

Clicker training!!!! Everytime he makes her cum, or does something that he knows makes her stimmy happy, he'll start pressing his lil clicker😣

"You're too dumb to do that today, silly puppy" as he bends down to tie her shoes for her

Of course he doesnt let her keep a job (not that she really wants one!) Being his good puppy is perfect enough

Collars<3 if shes comfortable having an actual pet collar then he'd 100% want one, but would prob only let her wear it at home or going to safe places.

If shes not into those, then something more discrete, like this.

Head rubs/pats, back rubs, belly rubs

Of course puppy girl is always horny, he once found her *desperately* humping a pillow while he was sleeping right beside him, since then hes told her the only things shes allowed to grind against w/o permission is his leg

And Puppy highkey takes full advantage of that. While hes working, sleeping, etc

They also both have breeding kinks and its so unsafe🤭 its actually a wonder she doesnt have pups yet tbh

Back to biting, Puppy has a huge oral fixation, and Rafe is her perfect target ♡ he's constantly covered in bite marks (literally him) basically a chewtoy for her

Of course Puppy gets zoomies once in awhile, but Rafe'll usually just fuck the extra energy out of her <3

Puppy is veryy curious about everything

She always wants to be involved in Rafes business, and at first he thought he'd bring her along once just to scare her out of begging again. She now wont let him leave the house without her

It didnt scare her, quite the opposite in fact it intrigued her. Shes loyal to him, regardless of weather hes in the wrong or not

When she first asked to try a bump he laughed his ass off. Not because he thought she couldn't handle it, but she was already a ball of energy without it, no way in hell was he getting her high and adding to that

She did however pout enough to make him agree for her to atleast try pot

If she enjoys it, itll become a very common thing, especially because of all her extra energy all the time

Puppy Loves how casually dominant Rafe is.

He orders for her when she cant decide what she wants (choosing what she wants!) There was probably even a time where some waitstaff commented on how she could make her own choices that made Puppy litterally LOL

He also helps to remind her to do things that slip her mind sometimes like wating breakfast, taking any medications, doing her skincare, finishing homework, etc

He wont lie, shes definitely strange (she once asked to hold his weiner while he pissed💀) but he loves it.

Its almost toxic because he knows thats she will always see him in the best light no matter what he does. He would never knowingly lead her astray, but she doesnt know that and still blindly follow his every word.

Thats not to say shes not bratty once in awhile

Her periods become an incredibly prickly time, full of many moodswings and "i dont want anyone to touch me" (followed by crying over the fact that hes not cuddling her)

One time he made a joke saying he wouldn't go buy her snacks because "puppies cant have chocolate" 🙄 hes an idiot.

He adores teasing her because shes just so reactive, she squirms and blushes or yells at him and cries. He'll never stop obsessing over her tears

[rayshippouuchiha]

Pakkun grooming/raising chibi Kakashi would probably leave him with some interesting child rearing traits. Which would lead to a different team 7.

They pass the test and he has to leave because he's freaking out. All parentals/mentors are dead, so who is he supposed to ask. Pakkun?

He does and gets straight up dog rearing advice that he follows to a T because he didn't start with a three man team! That's a whole litter right there.

So, he would absolutely refuse to leave his pups sides at first. It doesn't matter that they're three teenagers, two of which have been living on their own for many years. They are young, newborns really in the world of Shinobi. They can barely even climb a tree! Naruto can't even feed himself so of course he can't be left alone. Sasuke most likely doesn't sleep, so Kakashi knows he needs someone to put him in bed. Sakura is smart, but she needs a guiding hand to help her use those smarts.

So he kidnaps them.

Legally.

By planning a training trip, since that's the only way he can keep them safe from everyone in the village but not open up the compound. No one needs to be in there, especially newborn pups.

Once they start to get their little wobbly legs under them, Pakkun says they need to socialize. So he plans play dates training with the other rookies, just so his pups can learn how to play carefully when they need to.

Anyway, that's all I can think of tonight. It's after midnight.

But other notes:

He absolutely lifts them by the collar of their shirts

Pakkun leads the grooming circles. All kids now have puplicks

Kakashi 100% doesn't know these are the mothers behaviors

Pakkun one time mentions that orphaned puppy care can be tricky and ends up telling Kakashi things you have to watch out for: hypothermia or low body temperature, dehydration or loss of body fluids, and hypoglycemia or low blood sugar.

He still does not realize that's for puppies, not children.

What's ultra hilarious is the fact that all this advice Pakkun keeps giving Kakashi?

It works.

It works really really well.

The leashes that double as resistance training, the clicker training, the hand signals and barking, the head pats and treats. The puppy piles, the grooming, the way Kakashi-sensei keeps giving them parts of his wardrobe so they're carrying something properly scented.

All of it works very very well.

[not-poignant]

Assumption: You have never ridden a horse.

Oooo, this is a fun one, salkfjas

I have! I've ridden more than one horse, more than once.

(Actual storytime) (This is from the Assumptions meme!)

In late highschool and in the few years after I had a close friend who owned a horse (Billy) and agisted him, and was responsible for him. She basically was allowed to get him when she got her driver's license.

I was the kind of friend (and still kind of am, energy willing) that you could drag around to all your chores and I'd just be there. So I'd be there when she went shopping. I would be there when she went to get horse food. I would be there when she did homework. I would be there when she went to visit her horse and brush him down and feed him etc.

I helped with basic chores and watched from the sidelines and mostly hung out with her dog, Huskee, who was not a husky, but a borderline collie x corgi who barked nonstop at that horse, who she alas, could not herd.

Through this friend I actually learned about Natural Horsemanship, to the point where I actually went to a couple of Pat Parelli seminars (run by Pat) in like 2000/2001. It was the thing that really sparked my interest in animal training, especially humane, fear free animal training (and clicker training specifically, since Pat was teaching marker training at the time, and said friend started using it on their dog, Huskee).

I never rode, for a long time, because I was happy on the sidelines, and also I went there so my friend could ride her horse, not so I could like, steal her horse out from under her lol. I don't think her horse liked me very much anyway (later I'd find out that was pretty much true, it was a zero respect relationship, maybe he knew I was a doormat lmao).

Anyway, said friend had another friend who was extremely horse intense, and she got her own horse (Coda) , that she then never really took the time to ride. Coda was kind of nuts. Billy was the kind of horse who walked so slow you felt like you were going backwards, Coda had one speed: gallop. Coda and Billy got on great.

But Coda was pretty neglected, and so I often spent time with him while my friend did her chores with Billy. I was used to bringing out food, or changing water etc. so I did that for Coda sometimes. And after a while, friend was like 'it would be cool if we could trail ride together, how about you learn on Billy first since he's so slow and sedate.' And friend was like 'I'll ride Coda because I have more experience.' This made sense! She wanted me to stay safe!! But...

Billy was slow, sedate, and did not give a shit about me. This is a horse that stepped on my feet (on purpose), who deliberately angled towards low-hanging branches to scrape me off the saddle (hilarious, but also not really), and made it clear how much he wasn't interested in anyone else riding him in the most passive aggressive way a horse possibly can.

Coda, on the other hand, had a reputation for being wild and unstable. He'd tossed multiple riders more than once, hadn't been trained with Natural Horsemanship (like...kind of? But not really) and was not halter-broke by the time friend-of-friend got him, so just getting him to accept a halter and a saddle at all was huge, and anything beyond that was like 'welp, good luck.'

However, it was obvious trying to do anything with me and Billy was not going to work out. So...Coda it was.

And idk how to explain it, but Coda and I just got along. It was on the other hand terrifying, because his default movement was 'canter' and all he wanted to do, all he wanted to do, was gallop up and down granite hills as quickly as possible and spook at fucking everything. It wasn't his fault, he wasn't taken out much and he had that kind of personality. He once saw a kangaroo in the distance and spun a full 360 degrees, and I ended up half off him, hanging on for dear life, while friend just stared at me and said: 'how did you not fall off, that was insane. You might actually be good at this.'

Well. No, I wasn't, I just had a good grip, lmao.

So we went on extremely stressful trail rides together. Billy thankfully curbed some of Coda's GOTTA GO FAST instincts but only to a point, so I had to be pretty hypervigilant nonstop because that dude bunched his hindquarters what felt like every ten seconds, and I can't really blame him, it's what he loved to do most. He was just a terrible horse to learn to ride on, lmao, even if we did get along.

I haven't ridden since and honestly haven't felt much of an inclination to. I'd be too heavy now anyway. And I'm pretty certain I'd be bad at it. When your first experience is 'placid horse who generally accepts everyone but stares at you in a desultory manner and makes sure you know - while feeding him / brushing him / watering him etc. - that you do not matter in the grand scheme of things' followed by 'I like you! NOW I WILL FLING MYSELF DOWN THIS GRANITE HILL WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE ARE ALL SCREAMING IN EXCITEMENT AND NOT FEAR' you think 'actually I don't need to ride the murder ponies, it's fine.'

Anyway, yeah, I have ridden a horse.

[discordiansamba]

anyways I don't know if it's due to falling asleep to the backdrop of people setting off way too many fireworks or not, but I had a weird dream last night and now I am here to tell you guys all about it because I've been idly rotating it all day. you've heard of body swap not get ready for... personality swap, I guess? But not completely?

anyways it seemed to take place at the tail end of season one, where instead of getting shot out into random locations by the corrupted wormhole, all the lions stayed on the Castle, but something about the combination of the corrupted wormhole and the paladin bond resulted in something... weird happening. Some kind of quintessence rearrangement that resulted in Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Keith all swapping aspects of their personalities around that Shiro was apparently spared from because of some kind of defense mechanism that Pidge installed in the control chip for his arm that's in his brain that protected him but the backlash forced him to require some time in the cyropod.

(I guess my brain said. you know what would be funny. Shiro just waking up to this nonsense. and honestly? valid.)

(also allura and coran are fine and somehow escaped the wormhole don't worry about it. apparently the mice did also have their personalities swapped around but like. they're mice. they don't care.)

Pidge was probably the least effected bc she got traits from Hunk, who she already has a decent amount in common with, except now she's prone to nervous tirades, is now a morning person, and is calmed by the act of cooking. except she can't cook. Hunk at least kept very clear notes on all of his cooking experiments so she has something to work with. She suddenly finds herself more drawn to tinkering with things as opposed to coding, but she can still do the latter super easily. Also she has a solid sleep schedule now? She also stops wearing her brother's glasses bc she winds up fixated on the idea that she'll break them so she just keeps them safe in her room instead. Which she has now cleaned. She still kind of feels like she dodged a bullet. Sorry guys.

Lance is... having an experience, because he picked up traits from Pidge. He likes studying now? Except apparently he still has ADHD, but also Coran gave him this clicker thing that seems to be working wonders. He's suddenly a lot less interested in flirting and his detailed skin care routine kind of doesn't seem so important anymore. He has to actively set alarms on his phone otherwise he'll pull all nighters. He's starting to learn how to code? Which is weird but it's oddly calming. He's also pretty sure he picked up Pidge's sense of humor, because Pidge definitely picked up Hunk's sense of humor.

Hunk, to his great misfortune, has picked up traits from Keith. Which also includes his temper and his general introversion, the former of which he is working very hard on managing. He's also spending way more time on the training deck than ever before, but it suddenly doesn't feel like exercise so much as it feels... relaxing? Also he is like. always tense. What the hell, Keith, how did you live like this. How is HE going to live like this. Although it is kind of nice to not feel the urge to puke from nerves, which he... doesn't really seem to have anymore? That's kind of nice.

Keith is probably the oddest case of the bunch. He picked up personality traits from Lance, which he can't even get angry about because he doesn't have a temper anymore? apparently? He's suddenly a lot more extroverted, and also he feels the weird compulsion to... flirt? He's also become way more interested in self care and is suddenly not a morning person anymore. But for all that in some ways he has the most traits leftover from his core personality, because those traits turned out not to be parts of his personality so much as they were due to him being Galra- so he still likes training and fighting as much as he did before. Which is great, because if he let Lance's personality take him by the nose, he'd definitely just start to coast on his talent.

But they also each still have core aspects of themselves that apparently their lions preserved so it's not a full personality swap. Pidge will still wax poetic about the tech around them. Lance might not be huge into self care anymore, but he's still interested in trying to keep himself looking good. Hunk is still very kind, which makes having Keith's temper hard on him. Keith still is a nature boy and a jock, and somehow still doesn't understand how the cheer goes.

POV: You're Shiro. You wake up to this mess. It's been like this for a week apparently, and Coran and Allura don't know how to fix it.

...can you just go back to the cryopod maybe?

[mandana-the-service-pup]

Quick update on Mandana & I

I have been in a flare for a few weeks and Methotrexate has lost some of its effectiveness. I’ve discussed it with my Rheumatologist and we might up the dose but I can’t do that until my next appointment in April. Joint pain, joint stiffness, fatigue and heart rate spikes have all gotten worse but it’s still better than before starting Methotrexate. It’s a little disheartening but ups & downs are to be expected.

Mandana has attended 2 Obedience Classes. Of course she tested out of the classes on day one but our reason for going is to work on her excitement & attention seeking behaviors around dogs & when people are engaging with me. Her favorite thing is training so a room full of dogs & people using clickers & treats is very overwhelming for her (we’re working on it 😅)

The downside is that this training center is 45 minutes away. The plus side is their packed schedule is very convenient & flexible for me and it’s in a wealthy area with some safe parks. It’s a tough drive but I can attend the classes when I’m feeling my best so I’ve also been able to take her on decompression walks afterwards. This really helps her decompress after the intensity of the training center.

The park we have been going to has a really popular dog park. It’s large with lots of enrichment and most of the dogs are well behaved. I use my longline to walk her along the outside of the dog park so she can habituate to seeing dogs running and playing with balls. Eventually we will start to introduce her to playing with the staff dogs at the training center but that will come AFTER she learns to chill out in that environment.

Another bonus is the only vegan pizza parlor in town is located nearby so we have a place to relax before driving home.

[bambi-sparkles]

i want to clicker train a puppygirl to just go absolutely feral when i click. normally she's a cute little sub but when she hears that sound she can only think of breeding the nearest hole. having another sub with her and just. clicking and she's on them. having her leashed and watching how desperately she starts trying to get at me. no idea how possible this is but i want that control so desperately

I go pretty feral so I think it's safe to say it definitely works

[airdrophunting]

Notcoin – How to Earn Crypto in Telegram

Let's face it: trends have a habit of fizzling out quickly. We've seen this play out time and time again. If we're being honest, probably 95% of Telegram games are just riding the hype train, offering little to no real value.

But Notcoin? That's a whole different ball game. NOT isn't just a game; it's a philosophy. The developers realized that a simple clicker game wouldn't cut it long-term. So they used that viral mechanic merely as a way to distribute coins. The real challenge was to offer users something more substantial, something truly valuable.

No sooner had the clicker craze cooled off than Notcoin launched the next big thing: Explore-to-Earn. This is uncharted territory in the crypto world. After a successful beta run, they finally dropped the full release on July 11th.

Let's dive deep into what this project looks like today, who might benefit from it, and most importantly - how to make some money.

Getting Started with Explore-to-Earn

Jumping in couldn't be easier. All you need to do is hop into the Telegram bot.

Next up - and we can't stress this enough - link your crypto wallet to the app. Don't sweat it; it's completely safe. Notcoin can't touch your funds without your say-so. It's just requesting info. Any non-custodial wallet will do the trick. The crowd favorites? TON Space and TON Keeper.

And that's it!

The Essence of Explore-to-Earn: A Triple Win

In the crypto world, you'll often hear the phrase "win-win" - a situation where both parties come out on top. But Notcoin? They've upped the ante with a "win-win-win" system. Let's break down how this clever setup works.

The Notcoin ecosystem brings together three key players: Notcoin itself, other Web 3.0 developers, and you, the users. Notcoin's user base has already blown past an eye-popping 40 million. Let's be real - what project wouldn't jump at the chance to showcase their product to such a massive audience?

Here's how the mechanism works in practice:

A crypto project buys a chunk of NOT tokens from the market (usually around 1 million coins). Think of this as their advertising budget.

You, as a user, go through an onboarding process - getting to know their product, following their channels and social media, and completing various tasks. For your efforts, you pocket the lion's share of these tokens.

A smaller portion goes to the Notcoin team. This is how they monetize the project and fund further development of the app.

The third, also small, portion gets burned. This reduces the total supply of coins, potentially driving up the value of NOT tokens.

In the end, everyone comes out ahead:

You pocket tokens for checking out new projects.

Crypto projects tap into a massive audience.

Notcoin turns a profit from their platform.

NOT holders benefit from the token's rising value.

Simple, yet brilliant...

Let's dive deeper into how this mechanism ticks.

Pools

When a new project drops into Notcoin, they kick off what's called a "pool". Think of it as a reservoir of NOT tokens, with two key features:

Pool Size: This is the total number of NOT tokens up for grabs, waiting to be divvied up among users.

Campaign: This is your to-do list - a series of tasks you need to knock out to get your slice of the pool.

Here's how the process of participating unfolds:

You spot a new pool and decide to jump in.

You work your way through the campaign tasks. This could involve following the project's channels, getting acquainted with their product, performing specific actions on their platform, and so on.

Once you've successfully completed all the tasks, you become a full-fledged pool participant.

Now, here's where it gets exciting: As a pool participant, you start "draining" NOT tokens from it. This happens automatically, every hour. You and other participants gradually claim tokens until the pool is completely emptied.

Levels

Your farming speed in the pool depends on your level. There are three levels: Bronze, Gold, and Platinum. During the beta, your level was determined by how many NOT tokens you staked. Now, things have changed.

Those who staked their NOT tokens early (before May 16th) and haven't withdrawn them yet have been granted a permanent level (as long as they keep their coins staked).

For everyone else, it's now subscription-based. You can pay through Telegram Stars, or use your NOT tokens already in the app.

Will the subscription pay off? That's the million-dollar question. For example, over 2 months of farming at the Platinum level, we managed to mine about 10,000 NOTs. Currently, a 3-month subscription costs 9,990. It's a decision you'll have to weigh carefully.

The Evolution of Notcoin

We envision Notcoin evolving into something akin to Steam - a platform connecting products with end-users. This is the unique value Notcoin offers, setting it apart from most of its clones and imitators.

Looking Ahead:

Temper Expectations: While the potential is there, it's clear that initial promises haven't fully materialized yet. Be patient and realistic.

Stay Active: With future airdrops planned, maintaining activity in the ecosystem could pay off.

Watch the Tokenomics: The limited supply and burn mechanism could lead to price appreciation over time, but it's not guaranteed.

Keep an Eye on New Features: The trading bot and NFTs could add new dimensions to the platform's utility and value.

Platform Potential: If Notcoin successfully positions itself as a go-to platform for crypto projects to reach users, it could become a significant player in the space.

Diversify: While Notcoin shows promise, remember it's just one project in a vast crypto ecosystem. Don't put all your eggs in one basket.

The team's focus on creating a unique value proposition - being the bridge between crypto projects and users - is a smart move. If executed well, this could indeed make Notcoin a "Steam for crypto", providing lasting value beyond the initial hype.

As always in crypto, there are no guarantees. The project shows promise, but also faces challenges and competition. Stay informed, engage wisely, and as they say, DYOR (Do Your Own Research).

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[berryzworld]

Cat Training 101: 5 Fun Hacks for Smarter, Happier Felines

They may seem independent, but cats are surprisingly intelligent creatures! Unlike their canine counterparts, cat training often gets a reputation for being difficult or impossible. But with the right approach, you can unlock your feline friend's potential and create a stronger bond in the process.

This guide explores five fun and effective cat training hacks that utilize positive reinforcement to teach good behavior, strengthen your connection, and even make learning a game!

Many pet owners associate clicker training with dogs, but it's a fantastic tool for cats as well. A clicker is a small handheld device that makes a distinct clicking sound. By consistently pairing the click with a reward (like a treat or praise) immediately after your cat exhibits a desired behavior, you create a positive association. This association strengthens the behavior and makes it more likely your cat will repeat it in the future.

Getting Started with Clicker Training:

Load Up on Treats: Find small, high-value treats your cat loves.

Charge the Clicker: Pair the click with a treat several times so your cat associates the sound with something positive.

Start Simple: Begin with an easy behavior, like sitting. When your cat sits naturally, click and reward immediately. Gradually introduce a verbal cue like "sit" before the click.

Patience is Key: Short, frequent training sessions are best for cats. Keep them engaged and end on a positive note.

Cats are natural-born hunters, and target training taps into that instinct. This method uses a target stick with a toy or treat attached to lure your cat to touch it with their paw. Click and reward the touch, gradually increasing the difficulty by moving the target in different directions. Target training is a great way to teach tricks, provide mental stimulation, and strengthen the bond with your cat.

Treat Time! Positive Reinforcement with Yummy Rewards

Positive reinforcement with treats is a cornerstone of effective cat training. The key is to reward your cat immediately after they exhibit the desired behavior. This creates a positive association and encourages them to repeat the action.

Treat Training Tips:

Small Rewards are Key: Use tiny, bite-sized treats to avoid overfeeding.

Variety is the Spice of Life: Rotate treats to keep your cat engaged.

Be Consistent: Always reward the desired behavior for successful training.

Having a designated bed provides your cat with a safe and secure space to relax. Here's how to train your cat to use their own bed:

Make it Inviting: Choose a comfortable bed in a quiet location.

Lure with Treats: Place treats inside the bed to entice your cat to explore.

Positive Reinforcement: Reward your cat with praise or treats when they enter the bed.

Patience is Key: Training may take time, consistency is crucial.

Building a Stronger Bond: The Power of Positive Reinforcement

Positive reinforcement training goes beyond just teaching tricks. It fosters a trusting and happy relationship with your cat. By rewarding good behavior, you create a positive association with you and encourage a more well-behaved feline friend.

Ready to Get Started?

These five fun and effective training hacks are just the beginning! With patience, positive reinforcement, and a little creativity, you can unlock your cat's intelligence, strengthen your bond, and create a happier household for everyone.

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How to Train Your Parrot: A Step-by-Step Guide

Introduction

Parrots are intelligent and social birds that can make wonderful companions. However, they require proper training to ensure they are well-behaved and happy in your home. Training a parrot may seem like a daunting task, but with patience, consistency, and the right techniques, you can teach your feathered friend to be a well-mannered and engaging pet. In this article, we will walk you through the basics of parrot training and suggest a valuable resource to aid you on your training journey: "The Parrot Playbook: Strategies for Your Bird Active + Ebook."

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Getting Started

Before diving into training, it's essential to understand your parrot's needs and behavior. Parrots are highly social creatures that thrive on interaction, mental stimulation, and a proper diet. Ensure your parrot has a spacious cage, fresh water, and a well-balanced diet to set the foundation for successful training.

Building Trust

The first step in parrot training is to establish trust between you and your bird. Spend time sitting near the cage and talking softly to your parrot. Offer treats like nuts or fruits through the cage bars, allowing the bird to associate your presence with positive experiences.

Step-Up Command

Once your parrot is comfortable with your presence, start teaching the "step-up" command. Place your hand in front of the bird and say "step-up" while gently nudging its lower belly. Use a perch or a stick if your parrot is initially hesitant. Reward your parrot with treats and praise when it complies.

Target Training

Target training involves teaching your parrot to touch a specific object, like a stick or a clicker, with its beak. Use positive reinforcement, such as treats or affection, each time your parrot successfully touches the target. This exercise helps improve focus and responsiveness.

Vocal Training

Parrots are renowned for their ability to mimic sounds and words. Start with simple words or phrases and repeat them consistently while interacting with your bird. Reward your parrot when it repeats these sounds. Gradually, you can expand its vocabulary.

Behavioral Training

To address undesirable behaviors like biting or excessive screaming, use a technique called "positive punishment." When your parrot misbehaves, briefly withdraw attention, such as turning your back or leaving the room. Ensure that your parrot understands the connection between its actions and the change in your behavior.

Enrichment and Exercise

Parrots are active birds that need mental and physical stimulation. Provide toys, puzzles, and opportunities for flight within a safe and controlled environment. "The Parrot Playbook: Strategies for Your Bird Active + Ebook" can be an excellent resource for finding engaging activities to keep your parrot entertained.

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Conclusion

Training your parrot can be a rewarding experience that deepens the bond between you and your feathered companion. Remember that patience and consistency are key, and always use positive reinforcement to encourage good behavior.

"The Parrot Playbook: Strategies for Your Bird Active + Ebook" is a valuable resource that offers a wide range of strategies and tips to keep your parrot active and engaged. Whether you're a new parrot owner or looking to improve your training techniques, this eBook can be an invaluable tool. By promoting this product as an affiliate, you not only provide valuable information to fellow parrot enthusiasts but also have the opportunity to earn commissions on sales.

Incorporate the tips and techniques mentioned in this article along with "The Parrot Playbook," and you'll be well on your way to having a well-behaved and happy parrot as your cherished companion.

Happy training!

[gallopinggold]

I got the opportunity recently to go to a Shawna Karrasch clinic and it was great! Left the clinic feeling more confident and inspired to work with my girls than I have a long time.

For those that haven't heard of Shawna, she's one of the bigger named R+ horse trainers. Her background pre equine was as a SeaWorld trainer, so it's pretty interesting how her utilization of R+ is different compared to the typical "traditional R- horse person to R+" pipeline trainers, since aquatic mammal training is was R+ based from the jump.

I do not have a trailer, so I didn't get the chance to work hands on with Mary there, but it was still well worth auditing. It was two day clinic, with the morning of day 1 being a lecture portion by Shawna, and then an afternoon establishing session where Jessie (Shawna's business partner) worked with the participants in the arena. Day two had two sessions, a morning and afternoon, so all the participants got 3 total times to work with their horses. I'm not sure if this is how the clinic typically runs or if it's just because Shawna currently has an injury, but during the active sessions, Shawna sat among the auditors and Jessie was the one physically working the horses. If it's not the typical format, I hope they keep it, because I got a lot out of Shawna essentially narrating what was happening. You could see Jessie working, but often times couldn't hear what she was saying or was (reasonably) focusing on the horse, and it was nice to have Shawna explain the subtilties that would have been easy to miss, and actively answer questions as it progressed. I'm not sure if that's typical for any type of clinic, but it made it an engaging discussion where you felt like you were actively participating in the clinic, instead of a passive just watching experience.

The one downside I ran into was the luck of the draw with the participants. It was open to people of all skill levels, so it was mix of people who had never touched a clicker before in their lives, to people who had started their horses with R+ under saddle already. Probably 25% of the participants would be categorized as advanced, 25% intermediate, and 50% beginner (I would confidently call myself an intermediate after seeing where I was at this weekend). You can still learn from watching beginner lessons, even if you're more advanced than that, but by the 3rd session of watching the same couple ladies miss where to mark the behaviors again and again, the usefulness had been long since saturated lol.

Other participants were more informative to watch, the afternoon session on the second day was under saddle, which was cool. Lots of different scenarios played out, which meant there were quite the variety of exercises for me to file away for later.

Couple of my biggest takeaways: I was surprised at how quick they were able to up the criteria without frustrating the horse. I had previously thought of it as very black and white, that you needed to have a behavior down with lots repetition before even thinking of moving onto the next thing. They were able to progress without having to repeat things ad nauseum because they did micro baby steps that the horse was able to answer quickly and correctly and it increased the horse's confidence, so that then they could jump to bigger step and the horse would actively try to problem solve. I guess I never really realized how reinforcing the exercises themself could be to the horse, and how quickly they were able to get that conditioned. They did all the ground work parts of the clinic at liberty and on grass, and 90% of the horses still wanted to actively participate for regular hay pellets. It isn't just the food that's driving the behavior. You don't have to use food for every single thing for the rest of the horses life, once you've gotten the classical conditioning firmly established. It became a game for the horse, as long as it was established without fear and the horse felt safe. Safety and choice are so critical for that, and it explains why traditional R- (which usually doesn't allow for choice) is not the most impactful approach for modifying behavior long term.

Anyways, lots to chew on from this experience. I've already started applying some of the information I've learned and am noticing progress with the girls already! If Shawna is coming to you're area anytime soon, would definitely recommend checking her out. It was well worth the price for the information, as well as the networking opportunity to make connections with like-minded horsewomen, especially since R+ is still so fringe in the horse world.

[flock-talk]

Hello I will be getting a parrotlet in October and I watch you videos to help me prepare. I have some questions. Please help me find answers.

1.once a bird is clicker trained how do you move them off it or do all commands need to be accompanied by the sound.

2.I’m a very arts and crafts person some sites say using acrylic paint is toxic and other say it’s fine(not for toys for my own projects)

You can start to chain behaviours once a new trick is fully understood (can be completed 90% of the time when asked), behaviours will always need to be reinforced (whether that’s food, an activity, there’s lots of different forms of reinforcement) but the click itself can be phased out if you really want it to. The click’s primary function is to make communication clear during the learning process, once the behaviour is totally understood and the bird knows the expectation you could phase it out. I still opt to use verbal markers instead to keep communication clear even after the behaviour is learned.

I always go for the more cautious choice. In general paints emit fumes that will be harmful to birds. It does seem to vary by specific brands and pigments whether or not they emit harmful fumes though. You would have to look up each brand you want to use and potentially even which pigments. To be safe I would ensure to only paint in a well ventilated room away from the birds as well.