#we've come a long way gang!!!

[wanderingcas]

well fellas i watched brokeback mountain for the first time ever

[dear-ao3]

friends, besties, worsties, davids, and meow meows of the jury. i have a tale for you. while i claim to be no bard (like saph, the queen of very long dramatic tumblr stories that make your heart weep), i must spin a wee bit of yarn in the form of a story. what story? a story of the green cake.

we shall, as most stories do, start almost at the beginning.

the date? january 2nd.

the time? late.

the occasion? saph comes home the third.

the problem? i have no butter or sugar.

now, saph's birthday was recently, so like any other best bud i said i was making a cake. i believe my exact words were 'i'm making you a cake whether you like it or not."

now, gang, i must level with you. this is the fourth cake i've made in my life. i am a reasonably good baker (i can bake a Mean Loaf of Bread), but i'm not a very experienced baker. 3/4 cakes were reasonably good, and only one was just slightly off. so, my track record is mixed, but i am hopeful.

now, let me take you to the present.

i am sitting at my dining room table, typing this post. i am wearing a shirt covered in flour, the green cake is in the oven.

how did i get here?

well, we won't go to the beginning. we've already seen what was basically the beginning, with me having no butter or sugar. the real story begins the morning of january 3rd. which is today. which is when saph comes home, expecting a green cake. as most reasonably well adjusted people do when their roommates parents are visiting, i stressed cleaned the entire apartment at 4am, after realizing the mice in my walls are fucking. i did not leave them a condom. i did not have one that would fit them. i can only hope they have plan b. so naturally, i went to bed at 6am.

and i still had no sugar or butter for the green cake for saph.

and i needed to get started on this cake before 10am, or saph would be here before it was finished.

and i went to bed at 6am. so naturally i set my 9:00, 9:02, 9:04, 9:06 alarms, and hoped i'd lock in when i woke up.

friends, i hate to admit it, but i did not lock in. nay, i slept through all of my alarms and woke up at roughly 9:45. it was cold, damp, and the mice were still probably fucking. i threw my hair into a messy bun, and ran downstairs, only to find my mom was selling me to one direction.

jk. it was far worse.

because saph said she had sent me something.

what did saph send me?

a full poster of david malukas! do i know why? no! but he lives in my kitchen now, providing me with mental support. thanks david!

so, i begin to make the cake after laughing for about 10 minutes about why david is now in my apartment. it starts off surprisingly well. i have not forgotten the salt.

everything is normal.

until i remember.

the cake needs to be green.

why? idk thats what saph said she wanted so i am just going to do what i was told to do and make this damn cake green.

but its now late in the process, and if there is one thing i have learned in all my years of watching the great british baking show with my mom, it is to never over beat your cake.

and my cake, right now, was perfect. trust me. i ate plenty of dough to know it was wonderful.

so now i am trying to figure out how to make the most perfect shade of nico rosberg green, feeling a bit like an alchemist. david malukas is staring me down. my time grows shorter and shorter with each beat.

and then, gang, i had to give up on this being nico rosberg green. i did not want to kill my cake. my green cake. my now mint-green cake that i am baking for saph. so naturally i'm like, okay, time to pour this.

easy, right?

WRONG.

so one thing to know about me is i suck at cutting things.

it's unfortunately a key ingredient in cake making that you have a stupid little circle on the bottom of your cake tins. i cut it the best i could. which was bad. so i'm already fighting demons trying to get the stupid parchment paper from sliding every which way, and then, my friends, i realized something horrible.

the batter had not mixed at the bottom. so now i was fighting even more demons and trying not to get loose flour in my cake.

i think i succeeded. only time will tell. david is watching. the cake is almost done.

i am setting the green cake free.

look upon him now, and weep. the green cake prevails! even though he doesn't look very green yet.

and now, for the hardest part. frosting.

let's see how that goes.

david still watches.

[daylighted]

baby!reader working a case???

ok let me lock in bc i don't think i can logically headcanon this and we all deserve to see it come to fruition.

it was a very special day for you. new car, new clothes (really, a mix of dean and sam's handmedowns from the depths of their packed bags, but they were new to you which made them special), and a new identity.

they were acting as fbi for this case, something ghostly and ghoul-like and a bridge that seemed to be the centric point of it. they had badges and everything, dean even let you play with his before he got (rightfully) anxious you'd manage to lose it and took it back.

you'd seen them in action before, but it was so much less involved than this. you'd be where the new car was; parked at the beginning of the bridge, doing absolutely nothing at all, staring at the police cars that got to see more action than you did.

not today, though! you were walking right up to the scene, past the stupid police cars and the men themselves in their cute little uniforms, looking all serious and grimace-y.

it was going swell, too, until you'd accidentally made eye contact with the most grimace-y one, and he seemed to think that the fact that you were grinning at a murder scene was a little off, because he holds out his arm to stop the three of you from approaching.

"hey, what the hell is this?" he asks, glancing firstly between the two men and then to you.

that didn't ever really bode well, when people treated you as an afterthought. dean opens his mouth, sam's already fishing for the lanyard beneath his shirt, but you speak instead. "we are investigating."

the man's lips purse in amusement. like you were joking, or amusing. there was nothing funny about this. this was your very first mission with the winchester gang; it was so incredibly important to you.

"we are investigating," the policeman says, straightening his spine as he does, like he feels the need to emphasize his status and talk down to a girl. "you guys are going to get behind the yellow tape." again, it doesn't bode well, but it was dean's turn to interrupt you.

dean holds his fbi badge out. today he was dean williams. could you read? no. but he'd schooled you on what role you were and what his said so you didn't accidentally do something stupid, like this, and throw their whole game out the window before it'd even started. "the higher-ups called us in."

sam holds his up, too, and now you feel a little left out, but this was a part of the game.

the policeman nods to you, his face still impassive and, in a way, amused. "who's this, then?"

dean and sam look at each other, and then back at the man. you are still smiling like this is the best day of your life. it actually was, too. you didn't have many sentient days to use as reference.

"intern."

he watches you for a long while, like he knows that you're seconds from cracking, and just when you're about to tell him about how fun and exciting this is, he shakes his head. "nuh uh. this isn't happening. we've got it handled, thanks."

dean's lips flatten, and sam's already stepping forward to have a personal one-on-one with the cop, like he alone could change his mind, but your eyes go to the left. the edge of the bridge, where police officers are gathered around, assumedly, where something happened.

"...don't know where their daughter is," one says, low enough that you could only hear because you were attached to dean's arm, and he was drifting in that direction for the very reason of overhearing, "hasn't answered a call or text, but phone pinged here a few hours ago."

the bridge was long, and distant from any sign of civilization. your head tilts to the side. dean complained when he had to walk for long periods of time, sam was decently tall so it didn't take him as much time, but he didn't seem to like it much, either. neither of them would have walked the length of this bridge to somehow vanish, no matter if they were chasing something.

and daughter. assumedly younger, if her parents realized so quickly that she'd not come home the night before. girls could be tall, young girls could be tall, but even then, it would not make sense for a girl at least somewhat young to walk the length of this bridge on her own, especially in the middle of the night, from however far the family lived.

your head raises in an epiphany. you don't know social cues. don't know how to tell when a conversation is private, and when it's open for comment, so you blurt out the words in your head. "she was driving."

dean's head snaps toward you, and the police officers all tense, including the one that sam had been sweet talking.

"what?" dean asks you, even as the officers start to walk toward you with blatant intent.

how were you supposed to know that presenting a theory as a complete and total stranger bystander would lead to suspicion? that's not something taught in two hour long drives by the winchester boys.

you shove past all of them, going to lean over the edge of the bridge. the river below was deep and winding, its depths emphasized in the darkness of the water, even from this height. impossible to see the car that you knew was down there.

"she was driving," you repeat, your hands running along the railing, feeling for grooves or cracks you knew had to be there. sure enough, there's a huge crack a couple of feet from you, one that isn't paralleled on the other side of the bridge. "very fast. it's a straight road and bridge, so maybe she felt safer to speed. or maybe she was scared, and something was chasing her, which could be why she went to the left and..."

you nod toward the river below again, past the cracked edge. "went over the edge."

the entire bridge is silent. even the birds have stopped cawing. finally, the police officer who'd looked at you like you were nothing but a little girl trespassing presses the comm on his chest, holding it to his mouth. "get a search and rescue on the ground."

dean huffs out a laugh, not in the same way that the officers had poked and prodded at you. you knew dean very well, and knew his tells more than you knew general ones. he was impressed.

"what's your name?" the first officer asks as the others begin to load up into the useless, idle cars, heading off of the bridge toward the murky riverbank.

you straighten this time, as tall as you can be, and as proud as you could, in worn and faded and too-big clothes. "baby."

a huff of amusement, more similar to dean's than the officer's rude teasing before. he pats sam's back, offer's dean a gruff nod, and then turns back toward you. "you boys are dismissed. you can stay."

[nhaaauyen]

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨ The Ghost of You ୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

"This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong // To love that well which thou must leave ere long." -William Shakespeare (Sonnet 73)

PART I: HEAVEN KNOWS

zombie apocalypse sevika x reader au!: sevika was the super soldier; a killing machine driven solely by survival. you were nomadic, constantly searching for something in whatever was left of the world—till you met her.

series masterpost: part II // part III // part IV // part V

wc: 4.7k cw: guns, brief descriptions of violence author's note: ty @mirconreadzztuff22 for being my arcane encyclopedia!! This is gonna be a seven part series so buckle up!!!

You blink awake, the world slowly coming into focus as a cacophony of muffled sounds pierces your slumber. Squinting one eye open, you’re able to see shadowy figures dragging your companions away, their struggles futile against the intruders' iron grips. Your heart races, but instinct kicks in. You remain still, feigning sleep, as footsteps approach.  

Someone looms over you - in the dim light filtering through the drugstore's grimy windows, you catch a glimpse of her scarred face and steely gaze. As she reaches for you, adrenaline surges through your veins. In a flash, you slam into her, catching her off guard.

For a split second, you had the upper hand - but it's short-lived. The woman recovers with lightning speed, her combat skills levels way above yours. She easily corners you against the cold, dusty shelves, her knife finding its way to your throat. The blade's edge kisses your skin, a thin line of warmth trickling down your neck.

"Move any further, and I can end this now." she growls, her breath hot against your ear.

You raise your hands in surrender, and she roughly drags you to join the others. You're thrust into the main area, forced to your knees alongside Vander, Vi, Caitlyn, and Powder. The scene before you is horrifying - Through the front window, you see a horde of walkers slamming against the glass. Their decaying faces press against the surface, leaving smears of rot and congealed blood. 

At the fore stood the woman who captured you, her gang forming a menacing circle around your group. You noted how tall and muscular she was, her dark skin gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat in the dim light. A red shawl draped over her left side, obscuring her arm and shoulder.  Her short, styled hair framed a face set in stern lines, but her eyes, they sparkled with something dangerous, almost predatory.

The woman’s gaze swept over your group, lingering on each face before settling on yours. "Looks like we've got ourselves some lost lambs," she drawled, her voice a low, smoky rasp.

You felt Vi tense beside you, her fists clenching. On your other side, Caitlyn's fingers twitched near her now empty holster. Powder, uncharacteristically quiet, had her gaze fixed on the panels with the undead clawing their bloody fingers at.

The air crackled with tension as Vander spoke. "We're just passing through, we don’t mean to cause any trouble."

"Do you know whose territory you're in?" she demands, her voice cutting through the moans of the undead outside.

"No… but we weren’t going to settle here, let us go and we’ll get out of your hair."

The woman's laugh is harsh and devoid of humor. "I don't care," she sneers. Her eyes scan the ransacked shelves of the drugstore. "What I care about is where the remaining medications are. Hand them over."

Your throat tightens. You know exactly where they are – hidden in your pack. "I have them."

Her gaze locks on you. "Hand them over."

"Why should I?"

In an instant, she's in your face, so close you can see the flecks of amber in her dark eyes. Her scarred lip curls into a snarl. "Because you don't want to know what happens if you don't."

Your mind races, torn between protecting your group's precious resources and avoiding the wrath of this formidable woman and her gang.  Would she really let you go if you acquiesced? 

The tense standoff is suddenly interrupted by a burst of static. One of the woman's group members fumbles with a radio clipped to their belt. A male voice crackles through, urgent and clear.

"Sevika, the store's surrounded now. Get out before dark hits. Over."

The tall woman - Sevika, you now know - snatches the radio. "Copy that," she replies tersely, her eyes never leaving your group.

With a sharp whistle, her group springs into action. They wordlessly pack supplies, secure weapons, and prepare for evacuation. The efficiency is impressive, and you can't help but admire their coordination even when you had two of them keep their guns trained on your group.

“What about us?"  

Sevika's lip curls in amusement. "What about you?"

"Are you going to let us go?" Vander presses, his voice steady despite the circumstances.

"Sure," Sevika drawls, then points directly at you. "After she gives me the meds."

"What? How the hell are we going to get out of here ourselves?" Vi protested. 

Sevika's response is cold and indifferent. "If you want to get out that bad, do it yourself."

You watch Vander's mind work, always strategizing. "You have a base, it’s obviously well-supplied based on the amount of weapons and people you have. Take us with you, we can fight and help."

Sevika scoffs. "Now, why would I do that? You're lucky enough I'm letting you go alive."

Someone in her group chimes in with a smirk, "If they can get out alive." Snickers ripple through the gang, and your stomach turns at their callousness.

As Sevika's group continues packing, she allows your group to stand. You seize the moment, stepping forward. "I've got EMT training. I know how to use the medications I took."

Sevika dismisses you with a wave. "No thanks. We've already got a doctor."

"More help wouldn't hurt."

Her patience wearing thin, Sevika snaps, "I'm not picking up strays, especially ones so easy to put down."

You step closer, your face inches from hers despite the notable height difference between you two. "We were easy to capture because we were sleeping. That's a coward's move."

One of Sevika's people moves to intervene, but she halts them with a raised hand. Her eyes lock with yours, and to your surprise, her scowl turns into a smirk. 

"Okay," she says, her voice low and challenging. "Prove to me right now that you can survive.  However many survive, we'll take them in. But anyone left behind, I'm not coming back for. You're responsible for this."

Vander nods grimly. "Fine with us."

The moans of the undead grow louder outside.  While Sevika's group finishes their preparations, your group hurries to gather what few possessions you have. 

Vi angrily stuffs clothes into her backpack. "This is bullshit," she hisses. "We can take 'em. I say we fight our way out."

Caitlyn shakes her head. "That's suicide, Vi. They outnumber and outgun us."

You kneel beside Powder, helping her gather her collection of odds and ends - Her hands shake slightly as she works.

"It'll be okay, Powder," you whisper, giving her a reassuring smile. "We'll stick together, just like always."

Powder's eyes dart nervously between you and the others. "But what if they separate us? What if-"

"Shh," you soothe, squeezing her shoulder gently. "We won't let that happen."

Vander's deep voice cuts through the murmurs. "Enough," he says firmly but quietly. "I know none of us like this, but we're out of options. We can't keep running forever."

Vi whirls on him, eyes flashing. "So we're just gonna roll over and let them take us? After everything we've been through?"

Caitlyn places a calming hand on Vi's arm. "Vander's right, Vi. We're exhausted, low on supplies. This might be our only chance at something better."

You stand up, looking around at your makeshift family. "Maybe this is an opportunity. We don't know what their community is like but it could be a chance for a real home."

Vi scoffs, but there's a flicker of hope in her eyes that she quickly tries to hide. "Yeah, right. And I'm sure they invited us out of the kindness of their hearts."

Vander steps into the middle of the group, his duffle bag slung over his shoulder. "Listen to me," he says. "I don't trust them any more than you do. But right now, we need to play along. Stay alert, watch each other's backs, and be ready for anything. We're stronger together, remember that."

There's a moment of silence as his words sink in. Then, one by one, you all nod in agreement.

As you finish packing, you catch Sevika watching you, that same unreadable expression on her face. 

"Alright, time's up," Sevika calls out. "Let's move."

The moans of the undead grew louder outside, time was running out. With one last look at each other, your group falls in line behind Sevika's squad. 

Sevika's group snap into formation, they move with a fluid precision that speaks of countless drills and shared experiences. Sevika stands at the center, her scarred face set in grim determination as she outlines the plan to her team. You edge closer, straining to hear every word.

"Listen up," Sevika's voice cuts through the air. "Dustin, you're the distraction. When I give the signal, toss the radio into the parking lot. That should draw most of the horde away."

"Margot, Ran, Renni take position at the rear, pick off any stragglers that get too close. Conserve ammo, make every shot count.  Finn, you’ll lead - make sure everyone is accounted for, then go, don’t wait for us."

"The rest of you, we're on supply duty. Grab everything you can carry, and prioritize non-perishables." Sevika's eyes sweep over her team, then land on your group. "I'll be keeping an eye on our new 'friends'."

As the plan springs into action, adrenaline courses through your veins. You dash to your pickup truck, sliding into the driver's seat. Powder hops in beside you, her eyes wild with excitement. In the rearview mirror, you see Caitlyn and Vi taking up defensive positions in the truck bed, their guns at the ready. Vander moves with surprising agility for his size, efficiently loading supplies.

You hear hard rock playing from the blaring radio that Dustin hurls into the parking lot. The walkers' heads swivel towards the noise, their groans intensifying as they shamble after it.

Gunshots crack the air as Sevika's shooters pick off the walkers that didn't fall for the distraction. You grip the steering wheel tighter, ready to peel out at a moment's notice.

Sevika appears at your window. "Ready to prove your worth?" she challenges, eyebrow raised.

You’re about to respond when a voice from above steals your attention.

"Sevika!"

All heads turn to the roof. A kid stands there, panic evident on his face. Sevika's eyes widened in disbelief.

"What the fuck? They forgot Ekko?" she snarls, livid at the oversight.

The momentary distraction costs you. Walkers, drawn by the commotion, shamble towards your truck. Only one corner of the store remains clear, but it's too far for Ekko to reach safely.

Your mind races, and adrenaline sharpens your focus. "I know how to drift," you blurt out. "If you guys can clear as many walkers as possible near that open corner, I can whip the car close enough for him to jump down."

Sevika eyes you skeptically. "You have an interesting set of skills…  you’re confident you can get us close enough?"

"I can do it in my sleep. So, are we doing this?" you ask.

She nods curtly. "Fine. But don't get tempted to fling me out of the car."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Sevika barks orders into her radio, relaying the plan to Ekko. The air fills with gunfire as both groups focus on clearing a path. You rev the engine, calculating angles and timing in your head.

"Hold on!" you shout, then slam the accelerator.

The truck lurches forward, tires screeching. You weave through the thinning walkers horde, your heart pounding in your ears. As you approach the corner, you crank the wheel hard, initiating a perfect drift. The world blurs around you as the truck slides sideways, stopping just beneath Ekko's position.

"Now!" Sevika roars.

Ekko leaps, landing with a thud in the truck bed. You don't wait for confirmation, immediately spinning the wheel to face the exit. In the passenger seat, Powder whoops with glee, while gunfire erupts from behind as Caitlyn and Vi pick off any pursuing undead.

A sharp tap on your window startles you from your laser focus on the road. You roll it down, coming face to face with Sevika's intense gaze.

"Need some directions?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Heat rushes to your cheeks as you realize you've been blindly following the road away from the store. "Uh, yeah. That'd be great," you manage, trying to mask your embarrassment.

As you follow Sevika's directions, a sight on the horizon makes your jaw drop. A gated community looms in the distance, its high walls painted with the word “Zaun” on it represent safety you haven't seen in years. Suddenly, the organized efficiency of Sevika's group makes perfect sense. This is nothing like the ramshackle shelters you've cobbled together over the years.

The convoy of trucks comes to a halt in front of the gates. You expect them to open, but Sevika raises her fist. Your brow furrows in confusion, but before you can ask, she's out of the truck, moving with predatory grace toward the other vehicles.

She stops at one truck, yanking the door open with such force you're surprised it doesn't come off its hinges. In one fluid motion, she drags out the man who was supposed to be in charge in her absence earlier, Finn, and slams him against the side of the vehicle.

"You coward," Sevika snarls, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're a disgrace to this group."

You're transfixed by the sheer intensity of her anger, the way she towers over Finn despite not being much taller.   Then you see it - movement in your peripheral vision. A walker, stumbling closer to Sevika's unprotected back. Your heart leaps into your throat, panic flooding your system.

"Sevika!" you try to shout, but it comes out as a strangled whisper. Ekko's grip on your arm tightens, holding you back.

"Don't." he warns, but you barely hear him roaring in your ears.

Your mind races, unable to comprehend why no one is reacting. The walkers are mere feet away now. You struggle against Ekko's grasp, every fiber of your being screaming to do something, anything.

The walkers' rotting hands reach out, inches from Sevika's shoulder. Time seems to slow down. You're about to break free, to hell with the consequences, when-

CRACK!

The walkers crumples, a clean hole through its skull. The bullet whistled so close to Sevika you swear it must have grazed her.

But Sevika doesn't even flinch. 

"You're pathetic," she spits, her eyes boring into the man.

And suddenly, it clicks. The walker was never going to be a threat, but Finn was going to let the walker get her.  That decision was a huge fucking mistake.  

Before she let go, he leaned in to whisper something imperceptible but it had enough effect that she practically threw him onto the ground in response.

The gates begin to open, and as Sevika strides back to your truck, you can't help but feel a mix of admiration and fear.   The woman before you was no ordinary one, she was willing to put her life on the line to protect her people and weed out the weak links.

Sevika slid back into the seat next to you, her eyes meeting yours.  You feel exposed, like she can see right through you. There's a challenge there, a silent question: Do you know what you’re getting into?

You swallow hard, gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

As you drive through the gate, you couldn’t conceal your awe. The scene before you is like stepping into a different world - one untouched by the horrors of the apocalypse you've grown accustomed to.

Neat rows of houses line well-maintained streets. Lush gardens and small farms dot the landscape, bursting with life and color. People - actual living, breathing people - stroll along sidewalks, chatting and going about their day as if the world outside these walls hasn't ended.

You count maybe 15-20 houses in total, but the sheer number of people you see is staggering. There are more living souls in this one community than you've encountered in years of scavenging and surviving.

Sevika directs you to a parking spot, and as you're climbing out of the truck, a woman approaches. She's tall and dressed in a neat uniform, with short-cropped gray hair and a face etched with the kind of hardness that comes from years of survival. Her sharp eyes remind you of a hawk's.

"How much longer were you gonna keep talking before you let me shoot?" she asks Sevika, a hint of amusement in her gruff voice.

"As long as it takes to make my point, Grayson." Then, gesturing to your group, she adds, "I picked up some strays today. Oh, and a spot just opened on my team, by the way. If anyone in your group wants to switch sides..."

"Enough of stealing my patrol, Vika."  For the first time, you see Sevika truly laugh. You notice her tooth gap, she looks almost carefree.  

“Well, looks like you survived,” Sevika says, turning to your group.

“You could say that with a bit more enthusiasm next time.”

There’s a ghost of a smile on her lips at your quip.  “It’s your turn to uphold your end of the bargain now.”  She puts out her hand.  

You retrieve the bag you stuffed under the seat, it rattles with the pills as you hand it over.  Without even a goodbye or thank you, she turns to leave, and you watch as her group immediately follows suit.

Grayson gives you a once-over, then nods. "Alright, let's give you the grand tour."

The houses were luxurious and belonged to a class you never knew. Some have solar panels on the roofs, explaining the electricity you can see being used. There's a central square with what looks like a communal dining area. The smell of cooking food makes your mouth water - real, fresh food, not the canned goods and stale rations you're used to.

You pass by a building that Grayson identifies as the infirmary. Through the window, you can see shelves stocked with medical supplies. It's more medicine in one place than you've seen since the world fell apart. You notice guard towers strategically placed along the walls - despite the idyllic appearance, it's clear this place is well-defended.

"I've got a meeting to attend but Ekko here will take care of you, though I do hope that we will meet again - my patrol squad is always looking for new members." With that, Grayson strides away, leaving you all trying to take in the scenery.

"Come on, let's get you settled in! Sky will get you guys all sorted out." Ekko waved at your group to follow.

He leads you through the streets, and you can't help but marvel at the sense of normalcy. People are going about their daily lives, talking, and laughing. It's like stepping into a memory of the world before.

"Welcome!" Sky says, her voice gentle with a hint of anxiety at the sight of your group - soot ridden and blood stained clothes weren’t the most friendly image. "We got a spare house. It’s not huge, but it should accommodate all of you comfortably."

She hands Vander a set of keys and a small map. Then, with a delicate clearing of her throat, she adds, "If I may suggest... There are showers in your new home. I think you'll find them... refreshing after your journey."

Vi snorts at the polite understatement, while Caitlyn looks slightly embarrassed. 

Sky continues, "Once you've had a chance to clean up, Ekko can show you to the pantry. We'll make sure you have enough food to get started."

You can hardly believe what you're hearing. Showers? Fresh food? It seems too good to be true.

As if reading your thoughts, Sky's expression softens. "I know this must be overwhelming. Take your time to settle in. It must be hard adjusting to how it is here, but this place didn’t happen overnight. Everyone here has a part in maintaining things the way it is. "

Ekko nods, gesturing towards the door. "Ready to see your new digs?"

As you follow him out, you exchange glances with your companions. There's hope in their eyes, but also caution. This place seems like a dream come true, but you all knew that nothing was ever permanent. 

The moment you step into your new house, chaos erupts. Bags fly everywhere as you all rush to claim spaces. Vi tosses her pack onto a bed, while Caitlyn more carefully sets hers down. You and Powder are a whirlwind of motion, exploring every nook and cranny.

Tears prick your eyes as the reality sinks in. A real home, after so long.

"I call the couch!" Powder shouts, leaping onto it.

Vi raises an eyebrow. "You can have the bed, you know."

"Nope! This is perfect," Powder grins, bouncing slightly.

You all burst into laughter, the sound foreign but welcome after so much hardship. As the laughter dies down, you realize just how hungry you are. Powder’s stomach growls loudly, causing another round of giggles.

"I think that's our cue to hit the pantry," Vi says, standing up and stretching. "Come on, let's see what they've got around here."

At the pantry, you're shoveling food into your mouth, barely pausing to breathe. "I know this is canned, but why is it so good?" you mumble around a mouthful.

Ekko chuckles. "We have fresh fish, vegetables, and fruit too."

Your eyes widen in disbelief just as Sky walks in, Sevika close behind.

"Oh perfect, we were looking for you guys!" Sky says warmly.

Sevika's eyes scan your group. "I see you're settling in already. We’ve got jobs for you."

She starts assigning roles, Vander and Vi in food gathering. Then she turns to you, Caitlyn, and Powder. "You three will be working here in the pantry."

"What? Even after all those 'interesting skills' you said I had?" The words are out before you can stop them, tinged with disbelief and a hint of anger.

"This is a serious job. Making sure everyone gets the right rations is important. Preventing theft, too." Her tone is cocky, almost challenging.

Fury bubbles in your chest. After everything you've been through, all the skills you've developed to survive, you're being relegated to... food inventory? You want to argue, to prove your worth, but the words stick in your throat. You're acutely aware of how precarious your position is here.

Beside you, Caitlyn looks equally stunned. She's an incredible shot, her skills were wasted on this task. But like you, she remains silent.

"Understood," you manage to say, the word tasting bitter. You exchange a glance with Caitlyn, seeing the same resolve in her eyes. 

The days blend into one another as you settle into a routine at Zaun. It's surreal, to be able to think beyond mere survival. Conversations here with others touch on memories, hopes, dreams - luxuries you'd almost forgotten existed.

You're lost in thought, mentally cataloging the supplies, when a familiar voice cuts through your concentration.

"Looks like our newest recruits are really getting into the swing of things."

You turn to see Sevika leaning against the doorframe. Her presence fills the small space, making the pantry feel even more cramped than usual.

"Don't you have something more important to do?" you mutter, trying to hide your annoyance. "Like, I don't know, running this whole place?"

Sevika chuckles, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering into the pantry. "Multitasking, sweetheart. I can keep an eye on you and run this place at the same time."

You roll your eyes, returning to your task. But Sevika doesn't leave. Instead, she picks up a can, tossing it from hand to hand.

"You know," she drawls, "when I brought you in, I thought you might be more... useful. Didn't peg you for the grocery store clerk type."

Her words sting more than you'd like to admit, and it was also enraging - how dare she act like it wasn’t her fault you were assigned here in the first place? 

"We can't all be badass scavengers," you retort, reaching for a high shelf. Before you can grab it, Sevika's arm extends past yours, easily plucking the item you were struggling to reach.

"Here," she says, handing it to you. Your fingers brush as you take it, and you're struck by the calloused warmth of her hand.  You mutter a reluctant thanks, hyper-aware of her proximity. 

From the corner of your eye, you notice Caitlyn watching your interaction intently from across the room. Her gaze flicks between you and Sevika, a mix of curiosity and concern in her eyes.

Sevika notices too. She turns to Caitlyn with a raised eyebrow, the casualness in her voice from earlier gone. "Something on your mind?"

Caitlyn quickly averts her gaze, busying herself with her task. 

As you reach for another box, Sevika beats you to it, effortlessly lifting the heavy container. 

"How do you even have time for this?" you blurt out, frustration and confusion coloring your voice. 

Sevika sets the box down, her eyes meeting yours. "I don’t." 

The moment stretches between you, fraught with tension. Sevika's typical scowl returns, and she turns to leave.  "Try not to burn the place down with your expert can-stacking skills," she throws over her shoulder as she exits.

These encounters with Sevika were becoming more frequent, each one leaving you more uncertain than the last. But the random checkups made sense - you don't trust her, and neither does she.  

The pantry job was a way to keep your group in check but it coincidentally became a test of patience as well. Powder flits in and out, her time increasingly spent with Ekko. While part of you was frustrated by her lack of help, a larger part was glad she actually got to enjoy her childhood.

The breaking point comes during an argument with a burly man demanding extra rations. 

"Sorry, but rules are rules," you say, trying to keep your voice level. "Take it up with Sevika if you have an issue."

His face reddens. "Screw that, I'll go straight to Silco!"

The name hangs in the air, the mysterious leader of Zaun you've yet to meet. You knew Sevika's role as his right hand, but Silco himself remains an enigma, spoken of in hushed tones.

As the man storms off, you lock eyes with Caitlyn. Without a word, you both know - it's time for a change.

You find Grayson at the tennis courts, an incongruous sight that still makes you do a double-take. She's lounging in a weathered lawn chair, a beer in hand, watching a lackluster game between two residents.

The sun beats down on the cracked concrete court, weeds pushing through the fading lines.

Grayson spots you approaching, her eyes narrowing slightly as she takes a long swig of her beer. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You can smell the alcohol on her breath as you draw closer, noting the slight flush on her cheeks. Despite her relaxed posture, there's a sharpness to her gaze that tells you she's far from incapacitated.

"We need to talk," you say. "About our roles here."

"What about them?"

Caitlyn steps forward, her posture straight and confident. "I want to join your patrol team."

You nod, adding, "And I want to join Sevika's scavenging group."

Grayson snorts. "If you want to join Sevika's group, why come to me? Why not ask her yourself?"

You feel your cheeks heat up as the memory resurfaces. "I did..."

Sevika stands before you, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk on her face. You've just finished explaining your request to join her team.

She laughs, the sound both mocking and somehow enticing. "If you can beat me in sparring once, sure." Her eyes rake over you. "But we both know that's not happening anytime soon, pantry girl."

"I need you to train me," you tell Grayson, determination in your voice. "Make me a better fighter. All I did was drive and fix wounds, but I know I can do more."

Grayson's eyes narrow. "How do I know I won't be wasting my time helping you two?"

Before you can respond, Caitlyn moves. In a blink, she's drawn Grayson's pistol from its holster and fired at a beer bottle perched on a table at the end of the court, shattering the bottle.

"Because we have the skills to prove it," Caitlyn says coolly, handing the gun back.

For a moment, there's silence. Then Grayson's face splits into a grin. "Alright, I'm convinced." She stands, stretching. "But today's my day off. I'll see you two at the west watchtower tomorrow morning." 

Her expression turns serious. "If you're late, don't bother asking again.  Do we have a deal?"

You and Caitlyn share a look.

“Deal.”

[strangelittlestories]

"You know, Red Riding Hood, *some people* consider it rude to comment on a person's physical traits." Grandma's awfully big and bushy eyebrows (above her awfully big eyes) raised in unimpressed fashion. "Like, if it comes up in conversation, sure. But completely unprompted? For shame, granddaughter."

Red considered this. She considered this deeply. She held a brief little internal conference about this.

Red's Super Ego: She's got a point. In an ideal world, this isn't how we'd behave.

Red's Anxiety: Yeah, we fudged it, lads. We've screwed the pooch. Really wrenched the dalmatian. And absolutely bolted the little doggie too. The only thing to do now is apologise and get eaten.

Red's Healthy Boundaries: Hold up, can we consider context? Sure, avoiding physical commentary is usually a good rule, but it's situational right? And the situation we are *currently in* is noticing that our grandma has suddenly developed a severe case of apex predator. A condition that, by the way, is usually terminal ... but not for her.

Red's Lizard Brain: RUN RUN RUN! TEETH! RUN! TEETH! OH GOD! FLEE FREEZE! AAAAAAAAAA! GULLET! MUZZLE HER WITH A DOILIE! USE THE CROCHET LIKE A NET! PUNCH THE SNOOT!

Red's Ancestral Knowledge: Hold up. Something feels ... I dunno. Itchy? Like. Itchy on the inside. There's something we're missing. Why does it feel like night-time when it's not dark? Why do I love this wolf in grandma's clothes? What *day* is it?

Red's Critical Thinking: Sorry I'm late to the party, gang. Hey, if this wolf ate grandma, then why's everything so clean still? Like, no gore or splatter? And if it ate her whole, then how's it wearing her nightgown?

Red's Adrenal Glands: Hey, you guys like 4 Non-Blondes? 'Cos we're about to take a deep breath and then GET REAL HIGH.

All of this happened in moment. But that, it turned out, was still a moment *too long*, because Red's mouth had been talking out loud while the other bits had been talking in her head.

"Grandma, let's cut the crap." Red's voice was blunt, but still fond. "You're a big old wolf and I'm snack-size. But just because you're a danger doggo, doesn't mean you're not *also* my family. Maybe you ate grandma. Or maybe the full moon's about to come out and it turns out granny's always been a bit howly around the edges. It doesn't matter - either way, my gran's in there somewhere. And I love you. You hear me? I love you no matter what you are. So if you're gonna eat me, you'd best do it quick, because the woodcutter usually checks in around this time and he is not a lover of anything lupine. So ... what do you say?"

Red could see two different creatures were warring in grandma's eyes horizon-wide eyes. One hungered for community. Another hungered for flesh.

But, ultimately, both were pack predators.

"My, what a big heart you have, granddaughter."

And the wolf engulfed Little Red Riding Hood with its limbs, rather than its jaws.

"Phew. That's a relief. I wasn't sure who was gonna win there." Red's voice was a little muffled from around the fur and fluffy nightgown. "But I wasn't joking about the woodcutter. So unless he's likely to get real chill with some stuff real quick, you and me have gotta make a man disappear, grandma."

Grandma the Wolf nodded.

"Hey kid. If a tree falls in this forest and no-one's around to hear it?" Grandma's big-ass teeth were all the better for grinning. "Then can they do us for murder?"

"They cannot." replied Red, resolutely. "Let's make this tree-hating motherlover cry wolf."

"I'm actually a little surprised you're so down for murder, Red."

"Well, they do say the best defence ... is a *hood* offence."

[wonyourdreams]

5:13

Kim Mingyu x Male Reader

Genre: nsfw, suggestive, Angst

Warning/s: Mentions of mental illness, sexual innuendos, groping, unprotected sex

You enter your office humming while flowers on your hand and salad and water on the other

As you reach your table you put everything down and took your phone out of your lab coat

As you were scrolling through it you felt two hands at the side of your waist which made you flinched

“And who are those from?” a familiar voice whispered through your ears

You froze ‘how is he here? what is he doing outside his containment’ you thought

You just stood there as you put down your phone not wanting to upset the gigantic man behind you who is leaning his chin on your head

“Little Prince I asked you a question” he said softly. “F-from a friend” you said scared of whatever the man is planning

“Don’t lie to me prince” he said pulling you closer

“I-I’m not lying, the hospital gave it to me as a welcoming gift” you said trying not to anger the taller male

You’ve been working on this asylum for almost a month now, the tall man behind you is Kim Mingyu, a psychopath, 6'2, 27, No known family member as he was moved here from prison when he was already in his 20s, he's a former gang member who lead an entire heist

They say psychopaths don’t feel anything, but to Mingyu, you were everything, he wanted you, he didn't understand why, all he knows is he wants to kill anyone who tries to get near you

He kissed the back of your head "You've been out the whole day, I missed you"

You gulped trying to find the strength to ask him a question "Gyu?"

He hummed at your sweet call, "Why are you in my office and not in your room?"

He smiles and giggles a bit, "Little Prince, I've been in this asylum for so long, I know every corner and ways of this place"

His hands that were once on your waist started roaming your chest. "Ahh— Gyu stop" You tried to grab his hands

"Sweetheart we've done this thing before why are you resisting now?" He said

It's true as twisted as it is, you have slept with a madman, at least before you knew he was a psycho, before he got in here, you met him at a bar hooked up and tried to keep in touch, frequently texting, calling, phone sex wasn't good enough but it was the only thing you guys could do while being apart

But one day he never called back, for almost two months you thought you'd never see the greatest sex of your life, yes, he was the best, he knew how to eat your ass, his roughness and mix of his gentle caresses, his big cock, you wanted it but sadly you only got to experience it once, your first and last sex

That is until you were assigned to this asylum, the moment he saw you, not even a week he had you, in his room, one leg up and his big cock thrusting inside you, his warm and huge body wrapped around your figure, as if he doesn't want to let go

"I'm gonna cum inside you" He said, "No, please don't" you tried to resist, "Little Prince, that wasn't a question" he grunts and smirked before sloppily filling you up, continuously thrusting to reach his high, "fuck" he whispers in your ears which was your last straw before reaching your high

Your memory was vivid as if it was yesterday, after that hot and rough sex you were covered in bruises and love marks and right now you were sure it would all lead to the same scenario again

He hugged you tighter, "They're coming"

You're brows furrowed at his statement as he stopped playing with your nipples

Suddenly the window of your office was shattered as a man comes in with ropes and guns

Mingyu grabs your phone, salad and water, making sure you still have all you need before carrying you, well dragging, with his other hand

He handed the man in a mask your stuff before Mingyu grabbed the other rope the man handed him

"Let's get out of here my Little Prince" he whispered and just like that you guys were being lifted by the rope inside a helicopter and as you guys seated comfortably the helicopter makes it's escape leaving you stunned and too shocked to react

Mingyu has his arms wrapped around your waist and kissed the side of your temple, "Let's leave the country" he whispered and you couldn't say anything

A/N: This was a draft from 3 years ago, lol

[thankskenpenders]

At long last, the trailer for Sonic movie 3 is here, giving us our first look at Shadow! It looks like a fun time, though my excitement is probably more tempered than a lot of peoples' due to a few things I have mixed feelings on. Here are my off-the-cuff thoughts about it.

Shadow

Yes, it does seem like they've really nailed Shadow here. Fowler's attachment to the character clearly shows. The action looks cool and really sells Shadow as a serious threat. He's got his bike, he's doing Chaos Control all over the place, it's great. Keanu is very much just doing his regular voice, but it fits well enough. The backstory from SA2 seems to mostly be there, though I'm sure some details will be adjusted. Mostly I'm still just amazed that we're getting a major tentpole blockbuster movie this Christmas starring Shadow the fucking Hedgehog that treats him as a serious character worthy of respect. We've come such a long way...

I mean, just... what an image to see on the big screen.

I also really like the way they're setting Shadow up as a foil for movie Sonic, kind of his dark mirror image as a Mobian hedgehog whose family life on Earth ended in tragedy and turned him into a vengeful antagonist. It's pretty straightforward, but it works well.

Robotnik(s)

Welp. They put Jim Carrey in a fat suit. I suppose we knew this day would come eventually.

I guess a small part of me is glad that movie Eggman finally actually looks like Eggman in every way that matter, but they're completely playing it as a joke at his expense here. And, yeah, the Sonic franchise isn't immune to fat jokes, the early years of the franchise (particularly Western adaptations) gave Sonic tons and tons and tons of jabs about Eggman's weight. But I thought we'd moved past that. But here we are with a depressed movie Robotnik binge eating and gaining a lot of weight like Fat Thor and the other characters think he's so GROSS and look his clothes don't even fit him anymore, haha! There's so much of this crammed into the trailer. I can only pray they don't do this in every fucking scene he's in in the movie.

I do like the plot of Sonic reluctantly teaming up with Robotnik to try and stop Shadow, though. It's very different from SA2, but we knew it would be, and I think that gives the movie some potential for Sonic to have kind of a dark turn of his own that mirror's Shadow's. I have a feeling that Sonic will try to get back at Shadow for something he does - maybe hurting Tom or something like that - and in the end Sonic sympathizes with Shadow and decides they have to stop their cycle of revenge, teaming up to stop some final threat.

Oh, and, of course... Jim Carrey is also playing Professor Gerald. Who might still be alive? Or maybe it's a hallucination on Ivo's part? I don't know, but either way, I'm here for it. Everyone joked about them doing it and then they went and did it. Yes, it risks playing him as a joke character, but the shot of him and Shadow mourning Maria while surrounded by GUN soldiers makes me believe he won't be a total joke. I wouldn't be surprised if he was the true final antagonist of the film, which would diverge a lot from the games but would work as its own version of the story.

And again, WHAT an image to see on the big screen lmao

Everyone else

The human cast is VERY downplayed in this trailer, but let's not forget that they're still going to get a lot of screentime one way or another. The Sonic 2 trailer barely showed anything from Hawaii. Where oh where is my best friend Wade?

Speaking of the Wade show, Knuckles... frankly still seems to be mostly a comic relief character heavily influenced by MCU Thor here, getting some jokes in the trailer but immediately getting Worfed by Shadow when it comes time to fight. Tails seems to be flying the gang around in a real-ass helicopter, and his big pilot's helmet is funny, but otherwise he doesn't really do anything here aside from getting stomped by Shadow. I really hope they don't get sidelined too hard, but frankly I fully expect them to, Tails especially.

And, of course... I can't help but think about who isn't here. Namely: the girls. Yes, three movies and one streaming miniseries into this film franchise, exactly zero of the female (animal) characters from the games have made the jump to live action. Please allow me to bitch about this.

Despite her being both 1) a main character in the game this movie is loosely adapting and 2) my fave, I suppose I can understand why Rouge isn't here. Paramount took one look at that bat cleavage and went "nope," cowards that they are. There was some speculation that Kristen Ritter could be playing Rouge, but we now know she's just playing someone at GUN. But, again, I at least get why they'd be hesitant to include her.

But Amy... Amy is such a glaring omission at this point. There's no excuse. She's the female lead of the franchise. She's one of Sonic's closest friends. (Honestly, these days it's more accurate to say Team Sonic is Sonic, Tails, and Amy, not Knuckles, especially in the comics.) And she's also a key player in Shadow's arc in the game. Shadow has his change of heart because Amy reminds him of Maria! And yet, she's nowhere to be seen. It sucks.

(I know some fans are still holding out hope for Amy, but the toys for the movie already leaked and she didn't get anything, so I have to assume she's not in it.)

It's not like I really expected either of them to be in this movie, but that doesn't make it less disappointing that they set up the film franchise in a way that makes it logistically difficult to include 90% of the characters and conveniently managed to leave all of the girls in the "low priority" pile. Yes, I know everyone points to how much Tails was downplayed in the third act of Sonic 2 as evidence that it's just so impossible to introduce more than one new Mobian character in each movie and give them the focus they deserve. Yes, I know having to come up with a story excuse to bring more characters over to Earth is an obstacle, especially when they're gonna have to devote time to Shadow's backstory. But these are excuses. It's a writer's job to figure out solutions to problems like this. They could make it work if they really wanted to. I'd take Amy having a suboptimal amount of screentime over her not being in it at all. It's just not a priority for them. That's what disappoints me. You can justify these absences from a logical perspective, but I just care way more about Amy and Rouge as characters than I do about Shadow, so there's no way for this to not sting.

But, at the end of the day, for what the movie is actually trying to do, it seems to be pulling it off well. Aside from the fat jokes. I don't like the fat jokes. But the Shadow stuff is good. As always, this live action version of the franchise is never going to be my ideal version of Sonic, but it's turned out far better than it had any right to, and I'll probably have fun when I go see this in theaters and hear Live and Learn.

[scrawleditalix]

so I, personally, am a huge fan of the Telemachian war rubble. incredible imagery? cool obstacle for our heroes? literal wall of corpses both protecting the heart of human civilization from those who wish to extinguish it and holding it captive to those who wish to exploit it? come on, what more do you want from a set piece?

just, like. a coating of rubble around an entire planet, y'know. that's too much rubble, isn't it? like, planets are really big. just kinda a flashy bit of writers' excess. it's gotta take a stupid, unrealistic number of ships to make a coating of rubble like that happen, right?

Right?

QUESTION ONE: How big is this planet?

Surely, in sci-fi world, the answer to this question is limitless, right? Far be it for me to impinge upon the boundless creativity of the sci-fi writer. That being said, as the local rubble-estimator, I do need to put some bounds on this thing. And the thing is, human bodies do very poorly outside of earth-gravity in the long-term. in the interest of not ruining the musculoskeletal system of every human in the not-so-distant future, we're going to assume that Telemachus has +/- 10% of Earth gravity. And, in the interest of not ruining my own evening, we're assuming that it also has the same density as earth, so the math is straightforward and we can actually answer the question we've set out to answer here. That being said, welcome to Telemachus!

it, uh, doesn't look like much yet, but I promise we will be answering some interesting questions here in the space. well, they're interesting to me, at least. I had fun. And that's what matters!

QUESTION 2: Where is the rubble?

Answer: not in the atmosphere, because the atmosphere would grab the rubble with its grubby little fingers and drag it planetside. The rubble layer must be sitting in the thermosphere, which is where the International Space Station lives. In the thermosphere, there's insufficient atmospheric pressure for anyone to hear you scream, and that is good enough for rubble to continue orbiting the planet indefinitely!

So, where is the thermosphere?

UHHHHHHHH

Okay so, good news. We already know where this is on earth. It's 85km above the surface. And looking through the variables, the only things that aren't constants for our purposes are local gravity (locked and loaded, baby), change in height (that's what we're looking for), and... uh......

Great news! Everything is a constant except for the two things we already have, everybody can breathe super normal air with a molar mass of 0.0289644 kg/mol and super normal barometric pressure on the surface just like on Earth, isn't terraforming fun? And that means we can play my favorite math trick, which is where we throw all of our constants out the window and just form a relational equation with our variables and with g0*dH0=g1*dH1 we are off to the races! Turns out, atmospheric physics is super easy when you just use the earth baseline and scale it by local gravity.

QUESTION 3: How thick is the rubble?

*cracks knuckles*

In S02E03 Deep Breath, the gang traverses the rubble layer surrounding Telemachus in order to evade a government checkpoint where their identity cards will surely fail them. The audio cue for the first flecks of rubble hitting the shields starts at 18:00; the audio cue for the Iris II hitting the atmosphere is at 20:30, which means that if we knew the Iris II's velocity, we would know the rubble thickness. Such a shame there's no way to know how fast they were moving...

Well, except that the landing sequence directly follows (it takes 50 seconds to reach the ground), and there is a limit to how quickly Krejjh is able to decelerate (a sustained 4-5 gs will knock a layperson unconscious, and Violet and Brian both stay conscious to our knowledge) (actually I suspect Brian passed out) (this is besides the point), and we just calculated exactly how far they traveled to reach the ground...

Oh, yeah, baby. It's all coming together.

It is at this juncture that I should mention that in this calculation, I am completely ignoring any movement that is not normal to the planet's surface, which is to say, straight up and down. I do not care if Krejjh is flying in a beautiful arcing spiral, if they are drawing a middle finger in midair, or if they plummet like a bird falling from the sky. This is a wonderful feature of vector math which I love. I only care about the thickness of the rubble layer, and the only acceleration that is important is the vertical component (a human can withstand like, 20-30 gs to the chest if they wear their seatbelt). Therefore, the other velocity components do not matter.

So, the Iris II entered the atmosphere at a speed of...

a flaming 1,100-1,300 mph, assuming that Krejjh decelerated at a moderate 3gs! Assuming that this is the maximum speed they achieve, I went ahead and halved this for their average speed through the debris field, which gives us a field over a hundred kilometers thick! Hell ye- wait, is that ten quintillion cubic meters of rubble layer???

QUESTION 4: How dense is dense?

I'm not going to lie to you, friends. This is where this gets ugly. We're going to do statistics. It will be okay.

How much of that volume is empty air?

The field of war rubble is described to us as dense. But that is not what makes it near-impregnable. If there is the physical space to pick your way through a static field of rubble, anybody could do that. What is dangerous, is that the rubble is orbiting, wrapped and writhing around the choking planet in a deadly Gordian knot. (I fucking love the Telemachus war rubble. Have I said how much I love the Telemachus war rubble?)

Now, if we pay close attention to the audio of Krejjh piloting through the rubble, we can hear large chunks of rubble zip past with a signature pitch-shift. This is the doppler effect causing sound (which doesn't travel in a vacuum but I'll forgive that) to be higher pitched as the rubble moves towards us and lower pitched as it moves away. Using these pitches, we can estimate the speed of the rubble--

yeah, okay, or we can just use the super simple stable orbital velocity equation that we already have all of the numbers for. if we were feeling lame.

So, imagine you're crossing the street at a brisk jog and a car is approaching at like 40mph from around a blind corner and also the street is hundreds of lanes with hundreds of cars whipping around a blind corner and also you are a ship that is parked across like ten lanes at a time. But hey, you can do a cool kick flip. So there's that, at least.

How many cars actually need to be on the road before it's "too dense" to traverse?

Luckily, there is a highly accurate, well-tested simulation we can consult.

The entire rubble field can be conceptualized as a series of orbital "lanes", containing a certain spacing of pieces of rubble, which cumulatively defines the density of the entire field. There exists a spacing by which it is possible, but difficult to get through. For example, in the image above, if there are 3 car tiles per 14 tile lane, the density of the entire street is 21%.

This spacing determines the frequency at which rubble crosses in front of the ship, on average. So, we're going to have to do some statistics. If you know how to do statistics, feel free to come at me, because I am pretty sure I did this stupid.

Alright, here's the game plan: we are going to define a space in front of the Iris II, designated as the Reaction Space, and we are going to designate a desired frequency of Reaction Events in that space. This is super arbitrary and has a huge impact on the final number! No pressure. So, let's give Krejjh one and a half seconds to react to the debris in front of the ship. If you've ever had a dog run in front of your car, this is scary as shit -- but hey, nobody said crossing the Telemachian rubble field was easy, and the ship did get hit a couple of times. Knowing the speed of the Iris, this gives us a physical distance in front of the ship which rubble may cross. Multiply that by the height of the ship- let's say 10 meters, there don't seem to be multiple floors- and we have bounded a certain number of orbital lanes through which the Iris is imminently about to cross. We'll call the average piece of rubble 5 by 5 meters, and therefore an orbital lane is about 25 square meters of space.

Each orbital lane represents an opportunity for a Reaction Event, which is to say one or more pieces of rubble entering the flight path of the Iris II, forcing Krejjh to maneuver to an open space (see Frogger above). Because statistics is an exercise in twisting your brain in circles like squeezing a wet wash cloth, in order to define how frequently Reaction Events occur, we must instead define how often they do not occur. The Reaction Space must be empty a certain amount of the time, or else there is literally nowhere to maneuver to- the space is literally impermeable. So, consulting the more difficult levels of Frogger, we are going to say the Reaction Space is empty 50% of the time. This means that every 1.5 seconds, there is a 50% chance that Krejjh has to pull some pants-shitting evasive maneuvers. This strikes me as acceptably challenging.

Now, each orbital lane does not have a 50% chance of spitting out a piece of rubble; rather, each lane has a very small chance of spitting out a piece of rubble and cumulatively, across hundreds of lanes, there is a 50% chance of one or more of them spitting out a piece of rubble within the selected timeframe. 50% = x raised to the number of orbital lanes, so a little bit of exponent math and we find that each lane has a 99.9% chance of being empty during a given second and a half.

Given a probability for an event over a certain time period, we are now able to calculate the return period of a given piece of rubble, which is to say, the average amount of time between events. Return periods are typically used to measure the probability of 100-year storms on a given year. Fun fact: There is a 37% chance that no 100-year storms will occur during a 100-year period, but there is also a 26% chance that there are 2 or more 100-year storms that occur over a 100-year period. Isn't statistics fun?

Using the average timing between pieces of rubble, we can determine the average spacing between pieces of rubble and therefore determine the density of the rubble field.

QUESTION 5: How many ships is that?

Alright, then. Here's the million dollar question: how many ships were destroyed to create the rubble field?

We will base this estimate off of the biggest modern fighter jet I could find with a 2-minute google search (I cannot overstate to you, dear reader, how little I care about fighter jets), so we're basing these ships off of the SU-35. Now, given that I have zero interest in caressing the delicate curvature of the Fighter Jet in the hopes of earning its trust and learning its True Volume, I'm going to estimate it as a cylinder with a diameter equivalent to the SU-35's height and assume the wings probably fit crammed up in the space there somehow. This gives us a volume of 587m^3, which makes the number of ships perpetually encircling Telemachus.......

Now, listen. This is an unrealistic number of ships. I do not believe that 70 billion people were killed in a single battle.

However.

When I set out on this estimate, I was willing to believe that 5 or so billion were. Between casualties on both sides, maybe a space station or two being destroyed, who knows, maybe they had a space trebuchet? This is only an order of magnitude away from a potentially reasonable number.

QUESTION 6: How Far Can I Stretch These Numbers?

Let's massage these numbers a bit and see what we can do.

First, let's round up the ship volume just a bit-- they're in space, maybe the FTL engine needs a bit of extra room. Let's call it 650m^3.

Then, we can start fiddling with the rubble frequency. Let's say the Iris II is 15 meters tall (it is a space yacht. maybe the ceilings are tall?) and then crank the reaction space up to 2 seconds (which means rubble can pass up to 2 seconds away, but it is still able to be anywhere nearer). And let's say the average piece of rubble is 4 meters across, not 5. Turn the the event frequency down to a 40% chance every 3 seconds, we can get this thing down to around 7 billion ships.

So, in conclusion: the Telemachus space debris ring is officially potentially reasonable! 🎉🎉🎉

Always remember, kids: number fudging is a proud, time-honored tradition when I do it, and a disgusting twisting of the nature of truth itself when anyone I don't like does it.

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Hii, i was wondering if you would like to write something about zoro being jealous? Just that haha :) btw i love your writing!

Hi Hi Hi! First, thank you for the request and the compliment, they really make my day. And second, sorry for the delay in writing, I ended up getting stuck with some work deadlines. I loved the idea and although our little greenie has a tough exterior, I think he would be one of those jealous people who refuses to admit it, you know? I think I ended up going on a more protective side with this one, but I hope you like it.

A not so friendly friend

Roronoa Zoro x F!Reader Warnings: Zoro is jealous and a little protective of his girl, he and F!Reader have a kind of secret relationship. A little smut at the end, nothing super explicit. Summary: The Straw Hats arrive on one of the islands where you lived for many years and, to your delight, you meet a long-time friend. Someone in the crew doesn't seem that happy.

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It was almost impossible to keep your euphoria contained within your body. You hadn't set foot on that island in years and finally, you could spend a few days there - even if it was just long enough to record the Log Pose.

"Someone seems anxious to me." Usopp leaned next to you as the Sunny finished docking in the small port.

"Right after I left my home island, I spent a few years here, I believe I can still find some friends."

"I hope they're nice people."

"They sure are!" the two of you quickly turned your attention to Luffy, who was shouting that everything was ready to disembark. The two quickly walked towards the group, this time Franky would be responsible for taking care of the ship.

"We're finally here!" Robin joined the two of you. "From what you told me, there's a big library around here."

"Yes, I'll take you there, we also have great restaurants…" you listed. "Wait, how are we going to split up?"

"Well, from what you told me, it's five days until Log Pose finishes recording and since it seems to be an important island for you, we can do most of the things together." Nami explained and waited for the others to agree. "We've already distributed everyone's money, but today we're going after…"

"Food!" Luffy interrupted her and immediately felt Nami's hand slap him. "But you promised to take me out for that delicious pie." he turned to you.

"Yes, we will. Let's go down first, shall we?" you asked and everyone immediately agreed.

Like many other times, you watched Zoro go down first and almost automatically stretch out his hand for you to support yourself and go down. That gesture didn't go unnoticed by your crewmates, but they knew your personality well enough not to question it.

The group continues calmly to the island's central square. New stores, old schools, even some salespeople were the same and seemed to have recognized you when you waved, your cheeks already hurt from the fixed smile.

"I remember in that bar over there one time…" you commented and heard something in the background.

"Kitten?"

Everyone immediately turned towards the voice that called you as they watched you become a figure as you ran towards the blonde haired boy.

"Leo!" recognizing your former friend immediately, you threw yourself into his arms, allowing the man to lift you off the ground.

"Seems like she's well liked here." Robin chuckled as he watched you practically spin around.

"Is he also a pirate?" Brook analyzed him. "What do you think."

"He seems like a nice guy." Chopper replied smiling

"Kitten?" Zoro practically groaned when he heard the nickname, muttering under his breath.

Even with the man's hands on your waist, squeezing you tightly and your laugh being heard from afar, the way the word had come out of the other guy's mouth made it clear that Zoro wouldn't like his stay there in that city.

"Guys, I need to introduce him to you…" you pulled the man by the hand, bringing him closer to the gang. "This is Leo, he was one of the best friends I had here."

"I went?"

"Still one of the best friends." you laughed, being pulled into a side hug by the man. "Let me introduce my friends, Straw Hats."

You made a point of introducing each friend one by one and again that seemed to bother Zoro. Friend? His little rationality reminded him that you had never made anything clear about the implicit situations between the two of you, but the small bad feeling - which he refused to name - bothered him.

"Come on, I'll take you to our base." the man continued holding hands with you and guided the others.

"Wow, how different you look." "So, how has it been exploring the sea?" "I bet you haven't found anyone as good as me."

Every time the man opened his mouth to praise you, Zoro felt his hand grip tighter against the sword in his sheath. Just one of the three and he would do all the damage that crossed his mind. It was a strange feeling, watching you there with someone else, even if they were talking. Something that stirred any butterfly that might exist in his stomach, that made his eyes turn red, his hands itch to get him out and take that Leo's place. Zoro hated this new feeling that came over him.

"Hey Zoro." your voice woke him up from his trance. "Did you know that Leo is also a swordsman?"

"Interesting." His tone of voice was almost cynical, going unnoticed by you.

"This one is the executor." Leo pointed to the sword in his sheath. "It was supposed to have another name." the man turned suggestively to you.

"I would never let you use my name for that thing." you grumbled, turning back to Zoro. "He's one of the best swordsmen on the island."

"What's your bounty?" the provocation was implicit in the cynical smile that adorned Zoro's lips and this time, it had reached your eyes.

"I don't have one." the man replied calmly, reassuring you.

"Interesting." Zoro repeated and followed in silence.

The others seemed distracted, talking amongst themselves, but your eyes started to turn around a few times, following the green-haired man who started to walk further behind the group.

The afternoon passed quickly on the island. You met up with some other friends who didn't seem to be as close as Leo and when night fell, everyone decided to go to a bar. Everyone except one person.

"Zoro, can we talk?" you asked, moving away from the group that entered the place full of drinks and noise. "What is happening?"

"About what?"

"You barely spoke to me today and now you're refusing to drink?" you stood on your tiptoes, to touch his forehead. "Are you sure you don't want me to call Chopper to make sure you're not sick?"

"Everything is fine." he responded directly, even if he wasn't harsh, his eyes made it clear that something was wrong. "I'm going to go back to Sunny, take advantage of the free time to train."

"Greenie, please." the nickname you used so much to irritate him came out sweeter than he expected from your lips. That made it even harder for him to deny any of your requests.

"It's okay sweetie." his hand touched yours and the memories of watching you all day arm in arm with Leo made him pull away. "Your friends are waiting for you, go."

You watched him leave and even though your body almost involuntarily wanted to follow him, you let Zoro return to the ship.

The remaining four days felt like an eternity to Zoro. Something told him not to move away from you and on the other hand, with every laugh you gave Leo's direction, it was as if he was hurting himself. Why did he have to feel this way? It was just a friendship, wasn't it?

He managed to control himself, many times he managed to control himself. Seeing you have lunch next to him, watching the man carry you from one place to another, the stupid gifts he insisted on giving you and even Leo daring to say he could train you with swords.

Zoro didn't know if there was a god or something, but he thanked the heavens when the last night began to fall. The next morning, you would set sail and he would no longer be forced to share his attention with the idiot who called himself your friend.

The tall bonfire at the edge of the small forest was surrounded by members of the Straw Hats, Leo and some other friends. Drinks and food piled up, as did stories and songs that Brook made a point of singing. Your lips no longer smiled so much, especially when your favorite swordsman met your gaze. He was distant, it had been five days since you had barely been able to speak to him and when you did, he seemed to be as dry as the Alabasta desert. On the other hand, these days you had met a much clingier version of Leo, even uncomfortable and you didn't know how to get away - and apparently the person who could help you with this, didn't seem to be so worried.

"Kitten?" Leo bent down, stopping at your ear level. "Can we talk alone real quick?"

"Why?" you asked, seeing him find the question strange.

"We need more booze!" the man ignored what you said and said it out loud. Pretending he wasn't already talking to you, he nudged you. "Come on, help me, kitten."

Zoro watched the man say something to you and your expression changed, sulking. Leo repeated the gesture again, ignoring that he had already spoken to you. Something possessive took over Zoro - something was wrong and he wouldn't sit still until he found out what it was. Leaving the sake aside, the swordsman stood up and, following a more hidden path than yours, accompanied you to the back of the warehouse - which was the supposed base that Leo had presented a few days ago.

"What is this, Leo?" you stopped in front of him, seeing that they had taken a different direction than you expected.

"I know you're leaving tomorrow, but… Why wouldn't you stay here?" he asked and you immediately shook your head, before your lips could even say it.

"They're my family now. I still adore you, everyone here, but I'm going back to the sea." Your answer seemed to disappoint him. "You know it's always been my dream."

"I know it's selfish of me." the man approached, holding your wrists and, more gently than you expected, he guided you against the wall. "I like you, I always have. If you want, we can go to the sea together, we can form a family, we can…"

"I have a boyfriend." Leo laughed in disbelief, still keeping your arms tied to his, in an even tighter grip. "Leo, you've always been my best friend. Let's not ruin that."

"Friends? You've been missing for years!" he growled, slamming your fists against the wall.

For a few seconds Zoro chose to just watch, hatred was in his eyes and if it weren't for your presence there, Leo would already be just a memory in this world. He knew you weren't a lady in distress and that if you wanted to get out of there, you would get out easily. But there was something written in your eyes, something he saw very few times in battle - fear.

Before the man repeated the gesture, you watched Leo's face get closer and when he was millimeters away, he stopped. His eyes immediately widened and before you understood what the glow was on the side of his neck, you saw a small trickle of blood appear on the man's jugular vein.

"Get your filthy hands off my girlfriend…" Zoro's low tone was even more threatening than if he had been shouting. "Before I take them out of your arms."

"So it's him." Leo muttered, frustration clear in his voice. "I should have suspected."

"I'm sorry." you whispered, without even understanding why you were apologizing.

"I could kill you right now and believe me, I'm still debating whether to do it." Zoro approached, now allowing Leo's entire neck to be covered by the blade. "But I'd hate to ruin the banquet."

"Don't worry about that." Leo threatened to pull his sword, but this time it was you who held his hand.

"Just go back there Leo, let's pretend this didn't happen." you asked and Zoro could now notice how stressed you looked, but at the same time relief appeared on your face.

"She's right." Zoro muttered, moving even closer to the man. "Let's pretend none of this happened and maybe tomorrow you won't wake up just to choke on your blood and die."

"Zoro!" Your voice sounded like a warning to him, who lowered his sword and let the man leave.

For a few seconds, the two of you just watched each other. It was good to be able to have your boyfriend there, finally within walking distance of you.

"How are you feeling?" Zoro took the initiative and held your hands, as if analyzing where the man touched you. When you felt them trembling, he placed a quick kiss between your fingers. "Did he do anything else?"

"No, he just wanted me to stay here." you let your body lean against the cold wall. "Why just now?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"All week I've been trying to reach you, bring you with me, integrate you with my friends here." you huffed, feeling Zoro get even closer to your body.

"I wanted to give you space." he lied and saw you laugh. The sound - which this time was exclusively for him - made Zoro's ego inflate.

"I didn't know you were the jealous type." a moan of relief almost escaped you when you felt his arms wrap around your waist.

"Not jealous, just protective."

"What's your bounty?" you imitated him, laughing again. "Isn't that jealousy?"

"No, kitten." this time, he let a soft laugh escape his lips.

"I am sorry dear." you sank into his chest, letting his hands slide down your back. "I was excited to see everything again and I didn't understand Leo's real intentions."

"And why didn't you defend yourself?" your eyes met his and then Zoro realized his mistake. "I mean, I'll always defend you, but I've seen you get out of worse situations."

"I know." Again you cuddled up, the cold wind sent shivers through your body. "It's just that he was a friend, you know? He saved me many times and I guess I didn't expect to have to fight with him. He was never a threat." The sound of Zoro's heart against your ear was comforting, it was like going back to any of the crows nest nights, where you would stay tangled up for hours. "I found his behavior strange, he was never like that, clingy. But I didn't know who to ask for help."

"I imagine it would be difficult." Zoro murmured, letting his lips touch the top of your head. "Sorry I didn't show up sooner, kitten." he teased you, getting another laugh from you.

"Time to stop this kitten."

"Are you sure, kitten?" he said again, but Zoro's voice came out a few octaves lower, his provocation took a new turn.

His hands that had been caressing your back found themselves on your waist and pressed you against the wall. One of them went up to your chin and held you steady, looking into his eyes, but not for long. Eliciting a moan, Zoro took your lips intensely. No time for little kisses, or any affection that could come first. His lips brought longing and the taste of sake, mixed with the sweetness of your lips.

One of his legs fit between your thighs, the hands that held your waist forced you against the fabric of his pants, moving you like an incentive. While the assault on your lips didn't stop, the heat in your intimacy began to accumulate and form a knot.

"Zoro, please." a strangled moan left your lips, trying hard to contain the noise and not attract the attention of anyone nearby.

"I'm here, love. I got you, just give it to me." his lips that bordered the sensitive spot below your ear took your lips and held all your moans just for him.

Zoro held you there for some time, sweat accumulated on your face as you were still panting. It was a version that didn't appear that often, but you loved it when Zoro lost himself caressing your face, letting his lips slide delicately across your skin.

"Zo, I think we should go back." despite yourself, you moved away from him a little. "By now, Leo should already have contact for everyone."

"Great, at least for one good thing this good-for-nothing will do." upon noticing your lost look, Zoro continued. "I was tired of hiding it."

"Are you sure?" his hands cupped your face, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I love you woman, how can I not be sure of that?" the confession brought a huge smile to your lips.

"I love you more greenie."

Zoro took the lead and with his hand tied in yours, he guided you back to the fire. It was as if nothing had happened, everyone was still talking and drinking. Still feeling your legs weak from the little time you and Zoro had, you sat down and let him go get drinks.

Upon returning to his place, Zoro saw that even without saying anything, Leo was still staring at you, practically on the other side of the fire. With his chest puffed out in ego and relieved to finally have you back in his arms, Zoro sat behind you, so that you were between his legs and when he handed you your drink, he placed a kiss and a light bite on your neck. You were his and from now on that would be very clear.

"It can't be! It's too bad luck all at once!" Sanji's tearful voice attracted the attention of both of you and made you laugh out loud when you saw that the blonde was complaining precisely about the little scene between you two. "What does this mosshead have that I don't?"

"I knew!" Nami screamed and ripped Chopper's hat off. "You can go give me your money, you idiots."

"You guys bet on us?" you asked indignantly and to Nami, Usopp and Franky's joy, apparently they were the two winners.

"This world needs to end…" you laughed even harder when you saw Sanji handing the money to the navigator.

"That's it, now there are two idiots wanting what's mine." Zoro pulled you even closer to his body. "Only mine."

[chaewillriot]

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RENTING A BEACH HOUSE WITH THE GANG!

(SBG X FEM! READER)

PART 1 / ?

You and the group saved money to rent a Beach House before school finished. It wasn't that simple because everyone had to work together for it to succeed. It also meant that no one could purchase junk food or street food. But now that you've completed tenth grade, all of your hard work over the last few months is beginning to pay off. It's finally time for you to enjoy your vacation today.

All of the planning was done by you and Taylor. After receiving the check-in schedule, she called the resort to rent a Beach House for a full week. You both agreed that it would be ideal if the group went to the mall beforehand to pick up some board games, snacks, and swimsuits. Given that the check-in time was one in the afternoon, you estimated that it would take you at least three hours to do the shopping.

The next step was to get into a van that you and the others had rented. When the shopping was done, the van would show up in the mall parking lot. The trip would likely take an hour or two, but that shouldn't be too long because traffic isn't as bad while people are on vacation. Everything was settled. When Taylor posts the plan in the group chat, everyone responds with numerous "thumbs up" emojis.

You and everyone else were inside the mall by around seven o'clock. Taylor made the decision that the girls and boys should go shopping together. She insisted that her mind was made up, despite Aiden's constant cries that he wanted to go shopping with you. Logan gave Ben a back pat because he was genuinely embarrassed by his cousin, and Ashlyn was trying to shield you away from the blonde.

"[y/n], blink twice if you need help." Aiden tells you. You only blink once.

"Seriously?!"

You have all already squandered fifteen minutes in idle chatter. You figured this would happen.

"Look, this way is more efficient. We'll all see each other after three hours. Besides, we'll bond at the Beach House anyway." Taylor decides to loop an arm around yours to drag you away before Aiden makes another commotion, and Ashlyn follows behind closely.

"Come on, idiot." Tyler smacks Aiden right on the head, causing the boy to stumble.

"You're lucky I'm not in the mood to fight you right now." Aiden huffs before he gets pulled along by Ben. He's still sulky about being away from you, considering that you two grew up and did everything together.

Back with the girls, you decided to push the cart while Taylor and Ashlyn would walk around the snack aisle. The brunette would always turn to you to ask for your opinion before loading it into the cart.

"You think this is okay?" She shows you a bag of sour cream chips. When you nod your head, she beams.

Ashlyn, on the other hand, would pick big bags of gummies. She also packs you some of the gummy worms you like. You probably weren't supposed to see that, so you pretend you didn't. But the fact that she cares about you this much makes your heart melt.

"Alright! I guess we've packed enough snacks. I bet the boys have different choices as well." Taylor chimes in then ushers you and Ashlyn to follow her into another area of the shop, specifically swimsuits and swimming gear.

You find yourself eyeing bikini's. You weren't that fond of them, but hey, you kind of want to try it out. Plus, it'd be nice to enjoy the sun every once in a while. You decide to grab a pair before heading over to the dressing room. The bikini you chose has strings instead, so you had to tie it real quick around yourself.

Once the curtains are drawn out, Taylor immediately notices you and playfully whistles, causing you to blush. "Hey, looking good!" She couldn't help but huff out proudly. Ashlyn, hearing the commotion from the other aisle, comes over to check up on the two of you.

She stops pushing the cart once her eyes lays on your form. She has a small smile on her face, but you knew it was some form of approval from her.

"You look nice."

Somehow, that causes you to blush even more. The girls just chuckle at your sweet reaction before Taylor ushers you back into the dressing room before someone sees you. She didn't want anyone passing by to ogle over your body.

In the end, Taylor chose a one-piece swimsuit while Ashlyn's is a tank bikini top. All that's left to do is to pay for the items and head straight to the entrance of the store. You wonder if the boys are done by now.

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[sungbeam]

BIRDS OF PREY — five

nonidol!kim hongjoong x f!reader

living in gray areas of your city, out of the way of gangs and mafia territories, could only keep you safe for so long. it was only a matter of time before you began running into problems, or rather, problems began running into you.

▷ genre, warnings. nc-17, strangers 2 lovers, slow burn, mafia au, angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of death/murder, description of weaponry, gunfire, mentions of blood and injury, mentions of illegal activities

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CHAPTER FIVE: COINCIDENCE & INTENTION

CONTRARY TO WHAT MIGHT BE EXPECTED, council meetings between reigning mafia families took place in broad daylight. This was something that Hongjoong had grown used to, especially when having to go anywhere as the Captain during the day. 

Yunho and Mingi were in the driver and passenger seats, respectively, of the black SUV they rode in. Hongjoong sat in the back with Seonghwa, the brim of Hongjoong's hat tipped down low over his eyes. He peered out the window beside him, gloved grip relaxed over the head of his crow-topped cane. 

Today was the dreaded council meeting. It had been nearly a week since you were hired at the Shipwreck, and since then, Hongjoong had been busy preparing for this very event. He knew, when he first took on the mantle of Ateez's leader, that the neighboring families would not take a coup lightly. He was a threat—Strictland had been a powerful organization, and Ateez had managed to make them crumble like a house of cards. 

He should've known that maintaining control wouldn't be easy. It made sense that Strictland might have run to a neighboring group for aid. All that was left was figuring out which one. 

The rendezvous point for the meeting was an old parking garage tucked away in the heart of the city. Decades ago, the families who ruled the city came together to buy the property as a shared command center. It was located in a gray area to avoid anyone having the home court advantage of hosting a meeting on their own soil.

Patterns of light and shadow flickered across everyone's faces as Yunho directed the car into the northern entrance of the garage. They all simultaneously pulled their masks up over the lower halves of their faces. While they were here for the meeting, the other four in Hongjoong's inner circle were stationed nearby with backup in case of emergency. It would be unwise to go into anything regarding the other families without a failsafe. 

“I’ve always hated this place,” Mingi mumbled under his breath, eyes narrowed as he lifted his sunglasses up on top of his head. Everyone here was carefully strapped in protective Kevlar, Hongjoong's being beneath his clothes while his counterparts didn't bother hiding theirs. Like clockwork, he began triple checking the ammunition in his pistols and the placement of his backup weaponry. He wouldn't be able to take these over to the meeting table, but it never hurt to have them ready in the car. 

Yunho hummed beneath his bandana. “Don't we all,” he mused. 

“Place gives me the creeps.”

“That's why Wooyoung never volunteers to come with us anymore,” Seonghwa added lightly. “Though, I think we should've at least brought Jongho this time—you know, intimidation measures.”

“We've got Giant 1 and Giant 2; how much more intimidation do we need?” Hongjoong teased. 

The car filled with small chuckles, something to ease their nerves for the time being. 

However, the lightheartedness dropped away soon enough as Yunho pulled the car up onto the third floor of the garage. The time on the center console read a sharp twelve o'clock, and all five families arrived at once, not a single one late. Untimeliness—earliness and tardiness—might suggest something unfavorable. 

The center of the third floor was illuminated by a single lightbulb hanging from a black cord. Directly below it sat a large, circular table fit with five chairs, one for each head. The sounds of car doors opening and slamming shut echoed throughout the open space traveling to far ends of the floor before meshing with the natural sounds of the city beyond. 

Hongjoong climbed out of his side of the car and was immediately flanked by his friends on either side of him, forming a protective triangle about his body. His eyes flickered from person to person—Lee Taeyong of the Lee clan, who ruled over N-City (the northern post of the city); Mun Eunji of the House of M, who made her kingdom in the Lunar Crossing; Choi Seungcheol of the Diamond District Chois; and finally, Kang Jinyoung, who’s power laid in the Gold Village. Four families, four suspects—who would Strictland run to?

There was someone new with Kang Jinyoung, however. The young man walking up to the table with him was someone Kim Hongjoong vaguely recognized from the GV mafia family files. He had hair the color of night, left eyebrow pierced by twin silver studs, and the lower half of his face covered in a black mask. Hongjoong caught the newcomer’s eyes—his name was Chan, and he was likely the next in line for the head of the family. 

All five family heads took their seats at the table. Hongjoong grasped his cane to the side of him, taking on a relaxed posture as he had in the car, even if his mind continued to race as quickly as his heart. These were some of the most dangerous people in the city, and they were all gathered in one place. 

“I see you’ve brought your protégé today, Jinyoung,” Eunji began with a pointed look from Hongjoong’s ten o’clock. “Are you trying to tell us something?”

Chan stood with perfect posture to the side of his mentor’s chair. Jinyoung waved a flippant hand in the air. “I just thought it was about time we made it official. He’s nearly ready to take over.”

Seungcheol was the next to speak up. “Retiring so soon, Kang?” he asked with raised brows. 

“We’ve been doing so well over here that I have the luxury of retiring early.”

Eunji’s smile was something saccharine sweet, the type that snakes showed when telling a mouse it could leave its burrow unharmed. “Well, isn’t that nice?”

“I'd like it if we could get to business,” Taeyong drawled. He had his arms crossed over his chest, boots propped up onto the table. He inclined his chin in Hongjoong's direction. “You’ve been busy, Captain. The news absolutely loves you.”

Every pair of eyes settled on Hongjoong's side of the table. He wasn't surprised that this was brought up, though. It was only natural that his counterparts be suspicious of another leader supposedly making noise in a forbidden sector. “You know that I play by the rules, Lee,” Hongjoong said, lazily drawing his attention to the Lee clan head. 

“It would be unwise for such an infant group to attempt a run at the gray areas,” Seungcheol shrugged. “But there have been more ambitious maneuvers attempted by even less competent groups.”

Eunji picked at her stiletto nails. “I'm inclined to agree. The Captain is more of a hermit than any one of us. Now the question remains of who would be so gutsy as to impersonate him?”

Hongjoong leaned his cheek against his fist. “My thoughts exactly, Madame Mun. It's a cheap trick, but does the job—I’ll give the bastard that.”

“That poor bar owner,” Jinyoung shook his head, “murdered in your false name. Is that how all your friends end up, Captain?”

Hongjoong didn't hide his incredulity, his eyebrows shooting up high enough that the brim of his hat covered them. “That’s rich coming from the man who requested to transport his goods through my port. No wonder you're retiring early, old man.”

Jinyoung's nostrils flared only slightly, but it was enough for everyone to know Hongjoong struck a nerve. “We had a deal, pirate.”

“And I expect good behavior if I'm to be so gracious in allowing you to conduct business on my land.”

“He's not wrong, Jinyoung,” Eunji mused. “You boys are so amusing.” The mafia donna leaned onto her clasped hands over the surface of the table. “I, for one, find this entire imposter situation rather entertaining. Only three years in power, and somebody threatens your seat, Captain.”

Hongjoong narrowed his eyes. “I'd hardly call it a threat.”

Taeyong shifted in his seat, setting his feet down onto the floor. “He's simply an easy target,” he raised. “Changes in power always attract trouble.”

“Easy?” Seungcheol scoffed. “He overthrew Strictland. I wouldn't call him an easy target.”

Hongjoong decided he was mildly impressed by that statement. It wasn't every day he was complimented by someone at this table. 

“Yunseok was an arrogant leader.”

“Let's not speak ill of the dead now,” Hongjoong cut in. At the sound of the late head of Strictland's name slipping from Lee Taeyong's mouth, Hongjoong's chest tightened. He flexed his gloved fingers for a moment; Yunseok had been a coward—a tyrant, but a coward. Hongjoong had no problem putting a bullet through his head. 

Jinyoung cocked a brow at him. “Haunted by the sins of your past?” he sneered, adjusting his posture. With a huffed sigh, he seemed almost reluctant as he choked out the words, “I—appreciate your generous permission to utilize your ports.”

Hongjoong wished Kang Jinyoung asphyxiated on his own words just then. 

It wasn't as if Hongjoong didn't want to refuse Jinyoung to stick it to the man, but this was business. Plus, it presented the perfect opportunity to gain insight into what exactly Jinyoung was importing. “Why, of course,” Hongjoong replied, a dry smirk forming beneath his mask. 

It was just business. 

Fifth Street didn't smell as ashy as it had a few weeks ago. The fire had long since been put down, leaving the barren ruins of the bar you used to work at standing staunch in the winter night. Its charred remains rose to about the height of your hip, and the way some of the burnt pieces of metal infrastructure curled looked something out of a Tim Burton film. 

You shivered, standing at the edge of the property with your hands tucked into the pockets of your jacket. It was probably not the smartest idea to come here at nearly ten in the evening—not to mention alone—but for some reason, the Shipwreck was closed today, so you had nothing better to do. 

Ryujin had invited you to a work function she was required to attend tonight, but you'd been in a strange state of mind, and declined. 

There hadn't been a funeral for your late boss; she didn't exactly have any family you knew of, or many close friends. That was largely why you found yourself here. Maybe it was to pay your respects. It was a tragic situation, being dead without a proper burial. You didn't know what came of Iwazaki Rina's body after you went home that night… the authorities must have found it though, if the news was able to report that she died by a shot to the head. 

The hair on the back of your neck stood erect at the memory. It was a bad idea to be here alone and in the dark. 

You wondered how hard it would be to attain a license to carry a weapon. 

Your heart nearly fell out of your chest at the sound of gravel crunching from somewhere behind you. You whirled around, heart rate only easing the slightest amount when you recognized Hongjoong standing across the street. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you laughed nervously, the organ in your chest still hammering against your ribcage. 

Hongjoong sent you a sheepish smile, his hands tucked into the pockets of his wool coat as he crossed the street to stand beside you in front of the building's remains. “I'm sorry,” he said, “I didn't expect anyone else to be here right now.”

“Same here.” 

The two of you soaked in the visual before you as silence settled between the two of you. You could hear the sounds of the city in the distance: wailing sirens piercing through the frigid night, the creaks and moans of iron pipes and metal fire escapes. These background noises had gradually grown on you during your years in this city; they were signs of life. 

You wondered what Hongjoong was doing here so late at night, especially alone. You supposed he could ask the same question of you, but he was the one in danger. You didn’t bring it up, however; there was a solemn expression on his face that you didn’t wish to disturb. He once told you Rina owed him something, but maybe they were—on some level—friends. 

He must have sensed your curiosity, though, and cleared his throat. “Do you—do you visit this place often?”

“No, this is my first time here since the fire,” you admitted. “I was just doing a lot of thinking tonight and ended up here. What about you?”

He hummed under his breath, “Same here—the thinking part.”

“Does it have to do with why the Shipwreck was closed today?” The question was both out of genuine concern and nosy curiosity. You were so sure that there was more to Hongjoong than he and his friends were letting you in on. No—you were certain there was more to him. There had to be. In a way, you could convince yourself that your nosiness was for your own peace of mind. 

“Ah… I guess you can say that.” His mouth pressed together, eyebrows creasing. “Just business things.”

What kind of business things, was what you wanted to ask, but bit your tongue this time. 

Further ignoring the curiosities eating at you, you slipped your phone out from your pocket to take a glance at the time. You'd probably been here for around twenty minutes. “I think it's about time I headed home for the night,” you sighed. 

Hongjoong glanced over at you, the corners of his lips curling upward into a small smile. “Can I walk you to the station then?”

“I’d appreciate that,” you said. 

He gestured in the direction of the station a couple blocks from here, and you fell into step beside one another. Your perked instincts from being alone settled slightly from being with company, but they remained piqued nonetheless. If anything, since you were with Hongjoong, you needed to be on your guard. 

The thought made you think of the life debts he “owed” you, and the fact that he had come alone. You couldn't escape the suspicions scratching at your brain, but perhaps he had needed this moment alone. Here, of all places, was somewhere he could maybe even remember a person from his past life in peace. 

Or was that thinking too generously? You had no reason to think inhumanely of him; he had still taken you in and given you a job without so much as a blink. 

“How's working at the Shipwreck so far?” he suddenly asked, as if reading your mind. 

Your pulse stuttered. “Oh, uh, it's going well,” you said. “Though, I do think it's a conflict of interest for my boss to be asking this.”

“I suppose,” he drawled, turning his gaze up to the night sky, “but this would be an apt time to let me know if someone's bothering you. I'm close to my employees, but I try to look out for everyone, too.”

You could tell by their loyalty to him. Your small collection of memories over the past couple of days made you certain of that fact. Theirs was a small, but tightly knit crew. “No, no one's bothering me. Everyone's been more than welcoming.”

A small smile curled up into his cheeks and he glanced over at you with a nod. “Good. I—”

Hongjoong came to an abrupt stop in the middle of the walkway, his body freezing for half a second before leaping into action. His features hardened. “Get down!” he barked, tackling you to the ground. 

BANGBANGBANGBANG—

All of the breath in your lungs flooded out, his arms wrapping around your middle, as your bodies tumbled into the nearby alleyway. He took the brunt of the fall, but while you remained frozen in shock, Hongjoong was already leaping up to his feet. Your eyes went wide—he clutched a gun between his hands as he shoved his back against the brick wall and waited for the gunfire to end. 

Fear rattled the heart in your ribcage as each shot in the dark pierced through your emotional defenses. What was going on? Where had all of the shooting come from? 

Hongjoong whipped his arm around the wall to fire shots of his own. His eyes were pinned to the window opposite him, where, in the darkness of the glass pane, he could at least have some idea of where his targets were. 

Not long after, there was a break between shots, and Hongjoong dragged you to your feet. “We need to go,” he said—ordered. You could barely keep up with the ruthless pace he set, his hand squeezing your wrist with a vice. 

The pair of you took off down the alleyway, blood thundering in your ears. 

“What the Hell is happening?” you managed to voice out as you weaved through neighboring buildings. You couldn't hear any more shots being fired, but neither of you could stop the occasional glances over your shoulders. It was simply instinct. 

“We were being shot at.”

You fired your own shot—a glare—at the back of his head. “Well, I could see that. But why—”

Hongjoong paused behind the shelter of a dumpster and let go of your hand to toss you his phone. “Call Yunho,” he said, then clasped his pistol between his two hands. His eyes turned to the skies and rooftops above with the sharp, calculating quality of a bird of prey. 

The sequence of flying through his contact list was familiar to you. How the fuck were you in yet another perilous situation with this guy? The dots simply weren't connecting, but all you knew was that he was actively in danger more often than not. But why?

Your thumb swiped over Yunho's contact, and it rang for only half a beat before being picked up. “Aye.”

“Yunho, it's” —your speech broke off as you caught Hongjoong gesturing with a finger against his mouth, and you raised the phone up to your lips and lowered your voice— “I'm with Hongjoong. We're being shot at.”

Metallic rattling from the other side. “I'm on my way. Rendezvous point?”

Hongjoong's eyes were still turned up to the skies. What was he looking for? “Plaza Velvetine,” he said. 

You glanced back at the phone screen in anticipation. 

“Aye. I'm ten minutes out. Stay safe, you two.” The call cut there and you curled your fingers around the darkened device. 

The alleyway was once more shrouded in silence. Somewhere in the distance, the sounds of the city murmured. 

Hongjoong came back down to earth, lowering his firearm and nudging you forward. “Come on, we have a long way to go in ten minutes.”

You furrowed your brows. “But Plaza Velvetine is only a five minute walk from here.”

He sent you a look and in that beat of time, you finally arrived at the station he was at. “Oh,” you muttered. You were not going to Plaza Velvetine.

Your eyes shot upward to the rooftops as Hongjoong had done just moments ago. He had said Plaza Velvetine loud enough for anyone, not just Yunho, to hear. Your pursuers were likely to try and meet you there—if there were multiple, they likely sent people ahead. So where was 'Plaza Velvetine’ code for between Hongjoong and Yunho?

Hongjoong moved out of the alleyway first and gave not an inch when it came to caution. “Stay close,” he said lowly, but it was loud enough for you to pick up, and you immediately glued yourself to his back. He was the one with the gun and, clearly, the experience. 

As soon as he deemed it safe, he set yet another ruthless pace to wind through the dark streets. 

Every little noise, every bump in the night, made your fingers curl deeper into the fabric of his jacket and sent your heart into palpitations. You and Hongjoong said not a word to each other as you traveled, but he paid attention to you regardless. Whenever you stumbled or slowed, he reached behind him and tugged you along or steadied you. Fear and adrenaline kept you from falling to the ground and curling into a ball to cry; you understood that if you stopped moving, they would find you. 

Indeed, it seemed that 'Plaza Velvetine’ did not mean Plaza Velvetine. 

Rather than the city's premier five-star accommodation, you found yourself staring at the dark facade of your community college's library building. 

The two locations were about twenty minutes apart, with Plaza Velvetine being closer to Hala Town than the latter. You wondered if that had been a factor when Hongjoong and Yunho decided on rendezvous code names. 

“Maybe I should go home from here,” you said finally as Hongjoong looked for a place to hide out until Yunho arrived. 

Hongjoong glanced at you over his shoulder. “That's how you get shot.”

You startled, not expecting him to say it so tersely. Your mouth snapped shut and stayed shut. 

The two of you settled into the shadows of the alcove just off to the side of the main entrance. There weren't many places to hide in this area. 

After a beat of silence, Hongjoong lifted his eyes from where he stood across from you. “They've already seen you with me,” he sighed, “so it's just safer if you come with us back to Hala Town, and then I'll have someone drive you home from there. If I let you walk back alone, it'll…”

“I can fill in the blank,” you replied, wringing your hands out in front of you. A puff of air drifted in front of your face, your breath materializing in the cold. The adrenaline kept the rest of your body warm, but your extremities trembled with the numb, cold touch of fear. 

It was only a minute longer before you and Hongjoong both perked up at the sound of tires slowing against the street. Hongjoong stepped out in front of you, peering out into the dimly-lit dark to make sure it was the right car. When he was satisfied at whatever he found, he motioned to you. 

“That's our ride,” he said, that grim determination returning to his face. It was starkly different from the Hongjoong you met at the remains on Fifth Street; this was the Kim Hongjoong in the bar fire, the Kim Hongjoong who could walk out of a five-on-one fight and emerge victorious. Did he even get a scratch?

You were eager to get to somewhere safe—defined as out of the range of a person who wanted you dead—and stepped out of the shadows of the library. 

Together, you and Hongjoong began to cross the open danger zone from the library to the car at the curb. 

BANG!

A shot rained down from overhead, and all sense flew out the window. Everything in you was pure fear and adrenaline. 

Hongjoong swore under his breath and shoved you ahead of him, twisting over his shoulder to try and find someone to shoot—

BANG! BANGBANGBANG!

Your legs pumped faster and you yanked the closest car door open. You threw your body inside, Hongjoong's following right behind. Even as the door slammed shut, the car was already starting to move. 

“Everyone in one piece?” came Yunho's voice from behind the wheel, his eyes flitting from the front windshield to the rearview mirror. 

Your heart hammered so violently in your chest you could feel its incessant pulsing in your throat. “Y—”

A grimace and hiss from your right made you pause. 

Your breath hitched, watching Hongjoong lift the side of his shirt up and touch the dark liquid seeping into his clothes and down to the car seat below him. “Oh my god,” you said without thinking. “Are you okay? We need to stop the bleeding.”

He shook his head. “I'm fine,” he grunted. “It's just a flesh wound.”

“Captain?”

Yunho and Hongjoong's eyes met in the rearview mirror while you still wrapped your head around the fact that Hongjoong had been shot. 

“Take us home,” Hongjoong said. He groaned as he attempted to peel off his coat, and you rushed to help him. 

“Home-home?”

“Yes.” 

You applied pressure to the wound with a balled-up section of Hongjoong's coat, his eyes trained steadily out the front of the car but his knuckles clenched to whiteness. Your brain was slowly catching up with everything that had happened, everything that was just said… 

“Captain?” you voiced aloud into the quiet. The ring of gunfire was beginning to peter out of your eardrums. “And where is 'home-home’?”

 Neither of them answered you. 

Your mind reeled. Maybe you were making assumptions. Wooyoung made plenty of jokes nudging at Hongjoong being a captain because he ran the Shipwreck, but that was a captain, not The Captain. And the bar burned down with a tribute to The Captain, but it almost killed Hongjoong in the process. They could not be the same person—

“Yn.”

The sound of your name brought your racing thoughts to a momentary halt. Your eyes were wide as saucers, breathing becoming more shallow than Hongjoong's. 

Hongjoong's jaw clenched; he didn't offer you a reassuring smile. “You need to breathe.”

“Am I being kidnapped?”

“No.” This was Yunho. 

Your head whipped forward, your hands still applying pressure. “Then I can leave? You'll take me home.”

“It's not safe.” Your head whipped back to Hongjoong, back to the Captain. “Like I said before, we'll have someone escort you home once we get back to Hala Town. We're not in the clear yet.”

You stared at something, anything, trying to ground yourself to reality. This was not happening—but it definitely was. Here you were, in the backseat of a car, staunching the bleeding of one of this city's Bosses. You were stupid. You had been so careful before, and there was no reason for you to be here, to be a part of this. 

But if you went home now, whoever pursued you and Hongjoong tonight could easily follow you back and murder you in your sleep. It wasn't a matter of a want or need to be a part of this—you already were. 

When the car passed beneath the Treasure Island Bridge into Hala Town, you had put together some possibilities. After you left the bar that night while it burned, you didn't see Hongjoong and his company leave. If Hongjoong was the Captain, he could have left that note there in the debris—he could've orchestrated the entire event. When you were trapped in there with him and Jongho, they could have been in control of the situation, and you would have been none the wiser. 

Maybe he had gone to see Iwazaki Rina that night between the time you left and the time you returned for your phone. Maybe he confronted her about betraying him, the Captain, and put a bullet between her eyes. Maybe he didn't plan on you coming back, but what purpose did coming in serve when he knew the building would burn? To prove his own innocence?

Why weren't you dead yet?

You recognized the turn Yunho took toward the pier, only instead of heading toward the Shipwreck, he drove further onward to a private section of the wharf. Every nerve and muscle in your body was wired, your senses taking in every last bit of information you could cram into your skull—to remember your way back, to remember a way out. 

The building he pulled up outside of was a large warehouse, typical for its size. There were windows at the very top beneath its domed roof, unlike the new warehouses being built along Sector 2’s much smaller pier with flat rooftops and a long span. There were lights in those very windows, warm to some degree, as if there were people inside. Were they working? Was this their “home” or was this your prison?

Yunho killed the engine. “Captain?”

You held back from startling again. 

“Find me a medic. And don't tell Seonghwa,” said the man on your right. 

Yunho muttered out an “aye,” before ducking out of the car and heading toward the warehouse door. Hongjoong was already shoving his car door open with a grunt, lips pale from how hard he pressed them together, hand shoved against his injury. 

Your inner voice batted around your options. You were no doctor nor upstanding citizen, and you certainly never took an oath to help people in need, especially ones suspected to be the leader of a very dangerous criminal organization. 

But then there was that voice in the back of your head. Damn it, you'd done it before. Even though you didn't know who he was then, how much did it change your mind now?

You appeared at Hongjoong's side, scooping his arm over your shoulders to help him over to the warehouse. 

“You're helping me.” It was a question, not a statement. 

You gritted your teeth. “Against my severely better judgment? Yes. By the way, have I ever told you that you're reckless and stupid?”

Hongjoong huffed out a wry laugh. “I could say the same thing about you. Do you know who you're helping?”

You pointedly ignored his question. “Someone is out to get you, and you thought you could just walk around alone at night, in a place that isn't even your territory?”

“You're beginning to sound a lot like Seonghwa,” he grunted as the two of you passed over the threshold. 

“Well maybe Seonghwa is onto something!” 

“Finally, someone with sense,” came a voice from above. Your head whipped up, just as the man beside you let out the quietest of sighs. 

Stationed just in front of you was a set of industrial stairs that led up into an upper floor; there was a hallway that snaked further into the compound behind the stairs, as well. Yunho stood behind Seonghwa, the latter of whom soaked in the sight of Hongjoong half draped over you with an unimpressed glance from behind his glasses. 

Yunho sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “I was trying to be discreet.”

“186 centimeters and 'discreet’ don't exactly pair well,” droned Seonghwa as he descended the remainder of the stairs. 

“I like you,” you blurted. His deadpan humor was something you needed at this moment. 

Seonghwa spared a gracious smile for you. It was small, but it was a smile, nonetheless. “And I like you more than these bozos right now,” he said. He then turned, snapping his fingers at Yunho. “Bring the Captain upstairs to the living room.”

“I can bring myself upstairs perfectly fine,” Hongjoong bit out. 

“You” —Seonghwa jabbed an accusing finger in his face— “have no right to make any decisions in the name of your well-being now. You can punish me for insubordination later, but as of now, you will listen.”

Hongjoong said nothing then, seemingly understanding the gravity of Seonghwa's words and tone. He allowed Yunho to help him up the stairs, and only spared you a glance when he was halfway up, as if remembering you were still there with Seonghwa. 

You stood in the entryway uncertain of your next move. Seonghwa worked with a perpetual sigh on his lips, nudging his glasses up and shuffling behind you to haul the warehouse door shut. A loud clang rang out, followed by the chk-chk-clunk of a series of locks. It produced a haunting air of finality. 

“You've got blood on you,” Seonghwa tutted quietly, peering at you with the hawk eyes of a mother hen. “It’s not yours, is it?” He cocked a brow. 

Your eyes widened and you shook your head. You did not want to be reprimanded like Hongjoong had been. They must have been close if the Captain allowed his subordinate to lecture him that way, especially in front of other people. They all must have been close. 

He nodded. “Good.” Seonghwa glanced up the stairs, then down the hallway—for what or whom, you weren't sure. “Yn, I'm going to ask you to tell me what happened, but first, do you need tea or a shot of whiskey?”

What a thoughtful question. Very peculiar, but thoughtful nonetheless. “Tea would be the smart choice,” you said. 

Seonghwa tilted his head in agreement, and he gestured to the stairs. “I'm guessing you know.”

“I have my suspicions.” You didn't know how to feel about this, didn't know how to proceed. Were you going to die here? Would they kill you after tea, by tea? Your first step onto the stairs reverberated as the metal shook beneath your foot. 

Seonghwa stepped up beside you. “There aren't many paths to go from here,” he murmured. For a moment, you thought you discerned sympathy in those dark irises. “He probably told you to let us take you home once you got here.”

A quiet nod. Would you ever go home after this?

He didn't seem surprised by this and inclined his chin upward for you to continue climbing. You heard him mutter under his breath just behind you, “Welcome to the family.”

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My Last Faerie King Theories

SPOILERS FOR THE LATEST SNIPPET

As an old shadowhunter veteran, I will propose some ideas and debunk theories I have seen.

First, I highly recommend reading The Wicked Powers Wiki page, which already has a list of released details and snippets from Cassie.

https://shadowhunters.fandom.com/wiki/The_Wicked_Powers

I have seen some guesses that the landscape in Kit's Nightmare is Thule, but I don't think so.

First, Thule!Livvy told Emma and Julian that Thule!Ty was killed, and she then burned his body. I think the details of burning his body are very significant and purposeful to confirm in no way that version of Thule!Ty can come back or influence Our Ty.

So, who is this long-haired and emo looking Ty? I think it's just a nightmare, but somewhat prophetic as we've seen many of Clary's dreams.

Cassie has said this trilogy will be loosely based on Arthurian legends. As a literature major who has read many medieval works (no, I am not white, but I am autistic!), my best guess Cassie will mostly use Syr Thomas Malory's version (Le) Morte d'Arthur (probably the most famous version of most Arthurian legends which any modern media bases their lore on like the show Merlin).

Theories and Ideas Related to the Arthurian:

The Wastelands and Fisher King

Firstly, the landscape described in Ty's dream sounded like The Wastelands, where the Fisher King lives and rules. This is the legend with the Holy Grail. The Fisher King holds the Holy Chalice, and his land is barren, dead. He can only be healed by a bleeding lance, like Ty's weapon in this dream (which has Christian symbolism, blah blah), so the Knights of the Round Table, aka our gang of troublemakers, are sent to retrieve it. Kit's nightmare could be showing that he and Ty will be separated in this journey and since time works unusual in other dimensions (including Faerie), Ty may have to face part of this journey alone which creates this scarred Ty we see who was alone in a dead land may have become someone darker.

Cassie mentioned KitTy would be going on a road trip, so they may have to retrieve the Seelie Queen's missing crown in another dimension or, more likely, in the Unseelie Land. Even if this quest is unrelated to her crown, they could be doing a major side quest for a powerful item to save someone like Jaime who went missing in Faerie (or something idk cause I didn't care enough about him to remember that subplot).

Invisibility is used in the Fisher King story to travel through the Wastelands.

If I remember correctly, Arawn (the dead Unseelie King and Kieran's baddie daddy) had an invisibility cloak. Each (Un)Seelie monarch has an item of magic as a symbol to rule their land, and I believe his was a cloak which was also missing if I remember right.

They could also use the Eternidad (Rosales Faerie teleporter thing), which hides the user in Faerie. Kit's faerie powers may activate it and make it a weapon (or his sonic screwdriver). Dru and Jaime might go with KitTy with the Eternidad in another version of this theory.

The Fisher King could be Kit's mother or another powerful being or important figure to Kit. It won't matter much because when the hero heals the king's wound, the land flourishes and the king doesn't really stick around. After all, the king isn't a character but a personification of the land; he is like a memory or a spirit.

Arthurian Characters and Parallels.

In this theory:

Kit is Arthur.

Ash is Mordred.

Janus is Agravain

Now, in Malory's version, Mordred is Arthur's bastard half-brother son, but my guess is Ash is supposed to reflect the more popular version of Mordred, where he is Arthur's nephew. Evil nephew (Ash) has the same right to the (Seelie) throne as his uncle(ish) since Kit is distantly related to Seelie Queen.

I believe Janus is Agravain, who helps Mordred destroy the knights and allies of the Round Table from within and kills Lancelot (may try to kill someone important by pretending to be Jace).

Morgan Le Fay/Morgause might be Kit's mother or the Seelie Queen because Morgan was originally a benevolent figure until Malory's time, when she is evil or morally questionable but sometimes good. Morgause is the mother of Mordred and sister to Morgan, but she usually isn't evil, so it could be a toss-up.

However, Livvy will be very problematic, so she could be like Malory's version of Morgan and be the evil sorceress.

I do think Livvy will become an evil influence on Ty because GOTSM shows her thinking about possessing Mina. I think Livvy will make a deal with a powerful demon or get an idea to get a corporeal body by telling Ty she found a way to bring her back and telling him to do this task that appears no biggie but is, in fact, a big evil biggie that will involve a decrease in his autonomy, like I don't know, getting possessed by a princely demon.

I think the Ty we see in Kit's nightmare might be him possessed or heavily influenced by Livvy.

Another version of this theory:

Ash is Arthur.

Janus is Agravain.

Ty is Mordred.

Kit is Merlin.

Seelie Queen is Morgan.

Here is why this may be a greater possibility.

Merlin's powers are of a seer, warlock, and shapeshifter. This could be one of Kit's undiscovered faerie powers that we may see. He is already getting dreams and has shown powers.

Ash is the heir to the throne and will undergo character development, realizing his uncle(figure) is not a great guy. Now, Ty, being Mordred, is primarily because of another influence or possession and he may help Janus destroy the world. Depending on which legend, Morgan is a bad influence on Mordred and Arthur, but will show mercy (or weakness) when Arthur dies.

I have more theories on the alternate dimensions but I will make another post on those.

These are my thoughts. Thanks for reading.

--- Luna

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I've seen people making up different story arcs on what will happen after the Noroshi War so here's mine.

*Manga spoilers ahead*

Maybe in the future, Nii Satoru-sensei might create a story arc about a sukeban*.

*A sukeban is a delinquent girl gang that emerged in Japan from the 1960s to 1970s.

History

Credits: yaz1ska on Instagram

Sukebans were formed due to bōsōzoku a.k.a. male biker gangs or the yakuza not accepting female members. The rise of sukebans has a huge impact on the feminist movement in Japan. Each gang has their own rules, hierarchy, and ways of punishment. E.g. Cigarette burns were considered a minor punishment if a gang member was disrespecting a senior member or stealing a boyfriend.

My thoughts if it were to come true

If the author included a story arc about a girl gang, I would have faith in him. I mean look at how well-written & well-designed the ladies in wind breaker are.

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Credits: Mangapill

*I love how the author would draw sketches of Kotoha with major characters such as Tsubakino and Sakura. This means that Kotoha is more important than we have initially thought. Moreover, kudos to Nii Satoru-sensei for not sexualising Kotoha. I am sick and tired of mangakas sexualising female characters for no reason.*

Credits: Nii Satoru on X

Not to mention many of us know that Nii Satoru-sensei is good at writing complex characters such as Tsubakino.

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Story Arc, Characters & Operation

As for how this story arc will be executed, I believe it will cover topics such as feminism, struggles of womanhood and mistreatment of women.

Moving on to how this sukeban operates, here's my input. I believe everything they do is the complete opposite of Bofurin. E.g. instead of protecting their own town, they protect themselves. This is because the town they live in is also the complete opposite of Makochi, hostile and narrow-minded.

*I just thought of making this sukeban the complete opposite of Bofurin because I think it's interesting to see their reactions. It's also hilarious because the opposite of a boy gang is a girl gang. Get it? Okay, I'll stop.*

I also believe maybe this sukeban and its base can act as a sanctuary for women of its town who were mistreated by men such as giving them food, shelter etc.

I believe the overall vibe that they give is going to be like the military instead of high school.

As for their leader, maybe she'll be the opposite of Umemiya, stoic and serious. However, it is interesting if she was a good leader like Umemiya because so far we've only seen bad leaders in Wind Breaker.

As for their gang name, maybe it will be associated with elements such as water or space. This is because the other gangs e.g. Bofurin 防風鈴 is named after the wind element, Noroshi 狼煙 is named after the fire element, Gravel and Shishitoren 獅子頭連 are named after the earth element along with KEEL is named after or related to the metal element.

*I know that Shishitoren are named after animals but animals are also related to Earth sooo*

Final Thoughts

Overall, this is just a random thought of mine that I just want to share. If Nii Satoru-sensei doesn't include a story arc that talks about girl gangs, I won't be disappointed or upset as long as he writes a good story.

*P.S.. this is my first time ranting about an anime so feel free to critique or educate me if I've made a mistake. Also, I still have some opinions regarding this sukeban idea so should I create a part 2?*

[dai-mondai]

What would the other Prisoner's T3 Guilty Restraints look like? (Fun Theory)

This is the First Part consisting of 010004003001006,

Even if you're only interested in other Prisoners, this section is important in understanding the conclusions I come to.

The Second Part is here, consisting of 005002008007009.

There are three elements that can help us here,

a) The Sneak Peaks from the PV Trailer (002003006007010) b) Undercover second chorus sprites c) How they killed their victims

and establishing the rules™️with Kotoko and Muu

First off!

Kotoko Yuzuriha

PV Sneak Peak

Muzzled ayyyy.

Anyways this is really interesting. 002003006007010 all have sneak peak of what appears to be their T3 restraints, but I'm not sure if thats all there is to it.

I think those sneak peaks are specifically what they look like if they got Guilty Twice. My reason being all the difference between the Sneak Peak and the Final Sprite.

The Muzzle, the Collar, the extra Side Release Buckles and Leather restraint.

These are two different types of muzzles (Something I'll get back to again later),

T3!Kotoko appears to be wearing a Cage Dog Muzzle, and from what I can tell it's muzzle intented for long use.

Whereas PV!Kotoko's muzzle appears to be Biothane Dog Muzzle, which seems to be a popular muzzle for dogs, some considering the best choice muzzle-wise.

This leads me to belive that since Kotoko only got Guilty in Trial 2, she got the Cage Dog Muzzle, instead of the Biothane Dog Muzzle, which she may have gotten instead with a Double Guilty verdict.

Then there is the Collar

Me and the gang getting matching collars after being punished for our sins.

Now while they all have their own slight variants, but the fact they all have collars, and that current T3!Kotoko does not, further pushes the idea to me that these are Double Guilty Designs.

The Extra Side Release Buckles and the Extra Leather padding also furthers this, to me, as they are not part of Kotoko's original restraints and have to be something added on.

So out of the 5 Sneak Peaks we got, in the end only Fuuta and Mahiru's may be acuurately depicting what their T3 Sprite would look like, with their previous Guilty Verdicts. Though perhaps it would be more likely to have ended up like this in a world where Kotoko wasn't affirmed from the get go.

Now let's go Posing

Now T3!Kotoko heavily mimicks her Second Undercover Sprite. The inward legs, front arm restraints, leaning forward, it all matches. So far it matches.

Regardless, in Kotoko's case, Second Undercover Sprite and her Trial 3 Sprite Parallel each other. Good to keep in mind when considering other prisoners restraints.

Method of Killing/Attacking

Kotoko loves kicking anything so much, she does the camera in Undercover, Mikio Oshii (Bicycle Guy) in Harrow, stomps Tsugumichi Kaneshiro (her victim) to death, Fuuta evens states getting stepped on by her is how his eye ended up the way it is. It's her thing.

Makes sense a T2 Guilty would end up with restraining her legs. Pretty straightfoward. She killed using her legs so when her beliefs get rejected, her method of killing gets restrained.

We've almost finished the rules, time for the Queen Bee.

Muu Kusunoki

Sneak Peak: Nil

The barbed wire veil is very fun though. Like a mourning veil, she can't touch her face without potentially pricking herself. Not that she can really touch her face anymore anyways, with her arm restraints. Speaking of-

Posing

Now her stance is pretty different, hell even her arm restraints is more like Shidou behind her, covering her hands entirely, than the ones she depicted with here. But we got the same idea of hands clasped together upwards. Though this does make it seem that 2nd Undercover Sprites aren't completely accurate. Espeically due to Muu and Kotoko's matching Verdicts of Innocent -> Guilty.

Love that since she wears heels, her feet got restainted to forced her on her toes, her heels aren't even that tall. Painful.

She's also falling strangely enough, very different to how tall she's forced to stand for her T3 Sprite.

Method of Murder

Stab Stab Stab

Forever holding her hands in a near prayer, trapped in the motion she killed with, her defining moment as a murderer. I do think how they murder affects their Guilty T3 Sprites, so I'll be considering that when discussing the others.

So let's discuss what the others T3 Sprites would be like

Fuuta Kajiyama

Did you think we were doing Haruka first? Nah Fuuta has a couple important details to consider.

Sneak Peak

Blindfolded, like Lady Justice.

He gets a whole lot of eye imagery. Eye being busted, eyes watching him, being watched. Being watched might be more sight imagery than eyes though. He looks pretty upset.

Regardless he said he would kill Es if he wasn't forgiven, but I wonder if he could do that blind. This could of been valubale info for Fuuta's T2 verdict, though whether it makes people want to forgive or unforgive him more might be unclear.

So if the Double Guilty verdict is true, this is what he would have gotten this time around. Collar included. Perhaps if he was Innocent first, he would have a different type of blindfold instead.

Now his restraints Oh wait

Posing

Are completely different to his Second Undercover Sprite. Jeez, Kotoko, I know you stole "Under" from Es but did you look over their shoulder to steal your sprite pose, how come the rest of the class isn't behaving like you?

His arms are in front in the Sneak Peak, a lot like Amane's Undercover Sprite with both his arms in a single sleeve. Yet in Undercover his arms are behind him.

For the Non-Sneak Peak prisoners, I'll consider their Second Undercover Sprite, but for Sneak Peak Prisoners, it gets trumped by the Sneak Peak PV.

He doesn't have his jumper in his Sneak Peak oddly enough? It looked like he's wearing some sort of over jacket but it's not like the jumper he has in T2. Did he only gain a jumper because Kotoko attacked?

Okay restraints are unreliable. And that was the main thing consistent between Muu's Undercover and T3 Sprites. But for simplicity's state, let's say his Guilty T3 Sprite does hand him standing sort of like his Undercover Sprite. Making a bit more hunched over? Like Kotoko perhaps. I'm unsure if he'd look upset cause of his verdict or still have that strained smile like his current T3 Sprite for Amane.

Method of Murder.

He has a lot of suffocating imagery. Fire, smoke, spray cans. Even though he's shouting at Es, they look like they're gasping for breath. Regardless I think his arms being restrained as seen in his Sneak Peak and Undercover does that job.

Conclusion

Like my edit? Haha

This is the most I could think of, though I don't trust the pose all that much. This is roughly what we missed voting him Innocent. His clothes probably stay the same as his T2 Clothes, so no change into whiter clothes for Amane. He might be wearing his pellegrina on top of his clothes though. Wonder what they do with his eyepatch? Maybe put it on the centre of the blindfold. Could make a "blind devotion" joke there. He probably have no choice but to be more dependent on that person, since he can't even see. I feel like he should have some sort of restraint on his legs, but I'm unsure what. The blindfold feels like punishment enough for Fuuta.

Now we're finally at

Haruka Sakurai

We already have his T3 Sprite!

Joking

Anyways, think of this Haruka we're making in a world where Muu wasn't Guilty.

Sneak Peak: Nil

Now this is a lot more speculation.

Since Haruka is our introductuary Prisoner, he may have a more standard headgear, kind of like some of the original straightjackets.

(Source) (Can't find many haha)

Also could be fitting with his detainment pre-milgram. Also matches a bit with Yuno's headgear. Not that duos need to match though. We don't have a lot to go off sadly. But I think this could work.

I wonder if he would still have Muu's Hairclip. It wouldn't get in the way. Muu lost her earrings but Kotoko didn't lose her piercings. I could see Haruka being more stubborn about keeping the hairclip, or at least his Mother's necklace.

Posing

He's likely not to be hunched over for his T3, standing up straight like Muu, perhaps emphasising his height. In a world where Muu got Innocent, I think he be looking at the viewer with a smile, because he suceeded in helping her. I don't think he be floating though, he'd probably be flat footed, unless he also gets though foot restraints, like Muu's, but I don't think there's as much reason for him to have them.

Method of Murder

Hands? Restrained! No need for additional ones.

Though I could see his ability to move being restrained, as his freedom of movement led him to be able to kill that girl. Ball and chain? Maybe too cliche. A Locking Leg Restraint or an Ankle Hobbit may be suited. Though the Ankle Hobbit suits Milgram more.

But maybe he get nothing at all.

Conclusion

Now since this is a world where Muu was innocent, she may help with dealing with the restraints or put the hairclip on for him. Maybe something else to match with him, but she might not go that far. That's all I can think of for him right now.

Time for the second T2 Guilty

Mahiru Shiina

No need to make the same joke twice. Also this is a world she survives T2.

Mahiru is also sort of a rebuttal to Undercover sprites, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

Now she also has a muzzle, just not a dog-like one. She almost looks happy, or at least entertained.

I've seen people discuss similarities between her muzzle and like Hannibal the Cannibal. With it's bolts it does appear to be a heavier mask. Like Kotoko's Sneak Peak mask. But she is missing the small breathing bars that would be in the centre. Maybe that could have been the design for a single Guilty Mahiru , since it's less restrictive than this design. I like the idea though, so I'm going with it.

I don't know if these restraints would be able to stop Shidou from doing his treatments, though I don't think they would. She's mostly restricted orally and her arm movement. Also pretty sure it's not locking her jaw so she should be able to speak, and I don't think Milgram would take away a prisoner's voice. How would she eat though? At least Kotoko can east from a straw through her bars. Does her eating have to be monitor be an external person to ensure she has her mask back on afterwards? Who would be approved to do that, Jackalope? Forgiven Shidou?

Unless he's like dead. Not sure how to reach a world where she survives long enough to have a T3 Guilty Sprite. Maybe if Shidou was unforgiven? I say that because I feel Amane would still be able to kill Shidou even if she was unforgiven, she was very determined. I could see her attack Shidou after she got her guilty verdict, as restraints seem to changed at the end of the trial. Not after each individual verdict, as seen with Haruka killing himself after Muu's guilty verdict, yet she had no restraints. Shidou would of died a lot earlier in that case. Amane wanted Shidou guilty, but how to save Mahiru in either case is difficult. Unless my understanding of restraints is wrong of course. The again Shidou seemed more concern of further injury happening to Mahiru worsening her, so as long as Kotoko wasn't forgiven and no one else harmed her she may have surived. Jackalope did say there was a way afterall.

Whoops that's an unrelated tangent.

Regardless, this would likely be how she looks if she got her second Guilty verdict. Mask, collar, leash tied to her arm restraints.

Posing

Guys you're both making Kotoko look bad.

Perhaps Undercover Sprites are the restraint with only one Guilty Verdict? Though Muu's a counterpoint to that. It's odd. I suppose these and the Sneak Peaks may be what they initially imagined, and it changed over the course of the trials.

Anyways in the Sneak Peal her restraints are infront of her, not to the same degree as Muu and Shidou, but also isn't like the others with restraints in front. She's doing her own thing. Actually she's kind of doing her own thing in her Undercover Sprite too, arms across her chest making an 'X'. A combination of the two would be interesting.

I assume she'll be standing like her T2 Sprite, despite her wheelchair/bed-ridden(?). Unless she's able to walk? It probably wouldn't be as dramatic as Muu or Kotoko's.

If she was still in a wheelchair, she may get a Transport Leg Brace on her uninjured leg, since Kotoko has started the theme of leg braces. Likely interupting her recovery. If she is recovering. Mahiru you're making this hypothetical difficult. Also why I think she wouldn't be leaning forward like in Undercover, since it isn't good to put pressure on her leg.

Method of Murder

Chocking symbolism

"Giving you love to the point of pulling you down"

So it explains her arms being restrained. Perhaps that's also why she has a muzzle, as her words are also a weapon. I wonder if her muzzle prevents speaking, i would think not but considering Yuno's gear it may be possible. At least her voice would be muffled.

Conclusion

I personally would have love to see a Double Guilty Mahiru as that means; a, she's alive and b, she gets to have a cool sprite. Though she might kill herself then, since life isn't worth it without love. Unless she gets unforgiven for reason other than her love. Don't feed rats to people. It's sad that her life is really dependent on Shidou. Maybe the true ending was them both getting guilty or something, unlikely haha. Really Kotoko should not have been forgiven at the start.

I doubt in a Double Guilty Sprite she would look anything other than sad. She's going through it regardless.

End of the First Part

Thanks for getting this far! This will be continued in the Second Part with Shidou, Yuno, Amane, Kazui and Mikoto. Which you can go to here.

This post has become so much bigger than I intended. Originally all 10 Prisoners would have been in just one but I realised I needed more images. Also just so much to cover with Kotoko too. A lot of this is just speculation, but it's very very fun. The Second Part is likely to be more brief (Like Haruka's) since there's a lot less to go on.

When it comes to the non-sneak peak prisoners, I would love to hear some thoughts! Also apologies for any mistakes, (grammatically or otherwise).

[harrietswriting]

Hey can you do an imagine with the gang with a reader that is struggling with mental health and they try get her to come and hang out and stuff??

an: guys thank you for the requests!!! This is a cute prompt. I'm combining this with another request I got that was for a lake day with the gang and they see your sh scars. I like the lake day idea but writing about poor mental health and sh is too much for me, so they'll be no sh in this

W: poor mental health, not entirely proof read

The Outsiders x sad!reader

They convince you to come hang out with them at the lake (platonic)

You felt bad turning down the guys' request to spend the day at the lake, but you couldn't bring yourself to go. You've been doing really awful lately. Everything is stressful and it all feels like too much. You couldn't bring yourself to even engage in any of your hobbies. Nothing seemed to put a long lasting smile on your face.

You started crying once you hung up, after rejecting their offer. You sunk down the wall and cried. Is this how you'll be forever? Sad, hopeless, distressed? You wrapped your arms around your legs and cried into your knees as thoughts swirled in your head.

After several minutes, you feel asleep, right there in the hallway. You dreamt of a day at the lake. You dreamt that you were smiling and laughing with the guys as you all swam and jumped in. But your happy dream didn't stay long.

You were pulled underwater by an unseen force. You made fruitless attempts to escape but to no prevail. You could here a ringing in your ears and... wait a minute that's the phone.

You open your sluggishly stand up. You grab the phone off the wall and hold it to your ear.

"Hello?" You say.

"Hey, y/n, we've decided that you have to come to the lake with us." Darry says.

"Yeah we miss you!" Someone else says, it's faint.

"I- I can't go." You don't sound very sure.

"Come on! We haven't seen in days! And it'll be fun." A new voice says, probably Soda.

"But-"

"No buts."

And faintly in the background you hear, "We'll come over and drag you there."

A small smile form's on your face, but you can't bring yourself to agree to come.

"Cmon y/n, we've been worried about you." He lowers his voice a bit. "Please come."

You hesitate and think for a moment. You sigh because you know you should go. Maybe it will be fun.

"Fine."

"Great!" You can hear the phone being handed over. "Okay, meet us there at 2." Darry says.

"Okay." It's around 11 right now.

"See you there." The phone is hung up. You put the phone back on the receiver.

You had just under 3 hours to get ready. You walk off to your bathroom.

~~~

You put on a t-shirt over your swim suit, then pull on of demin shorts. You look at yourself in the mirror. You don't look.. awful. You pick up the bag that had sunscreen and a towel in it and you were going to put your clothes in. You leave the bathroom and head to the kitchen, where you left your sunglasses on the counter. You put on your shoes and looks at the time. It's 1:23. You still have awhile before you have to leave.

Thats too long to wait. You grab your keys and head out the door. You'll just stop at the store on the way and quickly pick up snacks or something. You get into the your car and pull down the sun visor. The reflection that looks back at your looks too bright, they look fake. You fix your hair and practice a smile then put it back up. You start the car and pull out of the driveway.

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"You made it!" Sodapop smiles when he sees you walking over.

You smile back. "Yep."

Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit were already in the water. Darry and Dally were throwing around a food ball, Darry pauses to wave. Just as you start to wonder where Steve is, he runs off the dock and jumps into the lake while yelling.

"We're all real glad you could come, y/n." Soda says sincerely.

"I'm glad I could come too." That wasn't entirely true.

"Soda! Y/n! Get in the water!" Steve yells at the two of you.

Soda looks at you and says, "race you" then takes off.

You scoff "thats not fair! I still have my clothes on!" You take off you shirt and shorts as quickly as possible before taking off after Soda. He jumps off the dock, and you soon follow.

You swim around, splash eachother, and play games in the water with the boys, Darry and Dally join too. You all get way to competitive when you play 500 (or spud or jackpot idk it had different names sorry). You play chicken fight which is so fun, and no life guards are around to tell you to stop.

You have fun. You genuinely smile and laugh, and you're happy. You're happy.

Everyone gets out of the water for a snack break. Its really dinner time, but no one brought enough food for a meal. You happily hand out the pops you got for everyone, having memorized their favorites. Ponyboy is over the moon when he's handed the Dr. Pepper. You also got chips. Dally smokes.

After eating eating and drinking, everyone heads back into the water, except you and Johnny. You wanted to put more sunscreen on your face. Johnny sat by you.

"We've, uh, we've all been real worried about you, y/n. ...Are you doing okay?" Johhny asks. His focuses on his hands instead of looking at you.

"I could be worse." You rub sunscreen under your eyes. You don't want to lie to him, but you also didn't want to tell him the truth, so you'd have to be vague.

"Being here helping at all?" He asks.

You smile. "Yeah, I'm glad you all convinced me to come."

"It was Dally's idea."

Shocked is an understatement. "Really?"

"Well.. I guess not. We were talking about you and how we hadn't seen you in a while. And Dallas said something about forcing you to come out of your house. Then Darry proposed this. So I guess it was Darry's idea." He shrugs.

"Wait.. this whole lake day was planned just to get me to hang out with you guys?"

He nods.

You look away and smile a little. You felt so loved by your friends. They care about you.

You look at him again. "Let's get back in the water."

An: sorry this is short!! Please leave me more requests if you have any. I'm doing a Dallas fic nextttt. Bye loves 💕