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redheadsinmybed · 3 years

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Play dates and roller skates

Wanda x Reader

Description: Wanda and Y/N have been in a little big relationship for a week now, what happens when Y/N has her first playdate???

Notes: Hi! So I’m gonna post all my stories from AO3 onto here so I get a larger audience. This is my second fanfic that I ever wrote and it’s the second part to the series ’Loving a little’ I hope you enjoy if you haven’t already read it!!!

Having Wanda as your caregiver is the best thing you could ever ask for. She knows you so well and loves you beyond anything you could have ever imagined. Having Wanda as your mama is like a dream come true.

Currently you were big, just talking over stuff with Wanda while watching a sitcom in the living room. It was about 8:45 p.m. and you were tired.

“Okay so today Pepper, Bucky, and Laura asked me if you would like to play with Tony, Steve, and Clint tomorrow. Natasha and Thor will be there too,” Wanda said looking at you.

Two days after you had showed everyone about you, you had turned back to big. You haven’t been little in a week now and it was really starting to take its toll on you. You want to slip back into your little state, but you’ve been fighting it, wanting to spend girlfriend time with Wanda.

Wanda was worried about you, since everyone knew about you she thought you’d feel comfortable switching regularly. She also knows being big for too long isn’t good for littles.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Wanda asks, reaching out for your hand to get your attention. It’s not that anything is wrong per say it’s just that you want to be little again and you're tired of trying to fight it.

“I-,” you stop not knowing how to say what you want to say.

“I want to spend time with you just as girlfriends, but it’s hard because I can feel myself slipping, but I just don’t want you to feel like you are taking care of me all the time,” you finally say after thinking about it.

“Baby that’s what I’m here for, not just as your mama but as your girlfriend too. I want you to feel comfortable switching between the two. You will never make me mad by switching, I promise. Now, baby girl, do you want to be little? I can go get Bunny for you.” Wanda suggests as she gets off the couch when she sees you nodding.

“Okay baby girl, mama will be right back” she kisses your forehead and makes her way to your bedroom where your stuffed animal koala named Bunny was.

When Wanda comes back she sees you switched when you make grabby hands at Bunny.

“Here you go baby girl” Wanda says as she hands you the koala and sits back down. You hold Bunny close to your chest and snuggle up against Wandas.

“So baby, do you want to play with Tony, Steve, and Clint tomorrow?” Wanda asks as she strokes your hair. You look up at your mama thoughtfully.

“Tasha be dare?” You ask with hope in your voice.

“Yes baby Nat will be there.”

“Otay. Do you fink dey know hows to woller skate?” You ask her. You had just recently turned 3 in your little state. Steve, Tony, and Clint were all 4 so they had a year on you, give or take. So you hoped someone would be able to teach you.

“Maybe baby, if not mama can help teach you” Wanda said assuringly.

“Mama know how to skate?!” You look at her with big doe eyes not being able to believe that your mama knows how to skate, and better yet can teach you how.

“If mama know how to skate and baby girl know how to skate, den mama an baby girl can skate togetder!!” You say happily with excitement. Wanda laughs at how adorable you are when you speak little talk.

“Yes baby, you and I can skate together,” Mama says to you. You look up at her happily ready to hang out with everyone and stake.

You yawn and snuggle closer into Wanda's chest ready to let the beating of her heart send you to sleep. Wanda sees you struggle to keep your eyes open.

“Close your eyes baby girl,” Mama says. That’s all the convincing that you need before your eyelids drop close.

When you wake up your head is still against mama's chest and she has her arms around you, but you see that you are no longer on the couch in the living room. Your in Wanda’s room- no your in your shared room with Wanda.

After you dropped, Wanda and you decided it was best to move in together. Even though you were just one door over. But you liked sharing a room with Wanda. You got to cuddle with her every night and wake up to her every morning.

You didn’t have a lot of stuff to move into Wanda's room so the move was easy. Most of your clothes were already in Wanda’s room since you spent nights with her so frequently, and the few things you do have are small.

You are still a bit tired and Wanda is still sleeping so you fall back asleep. When Wanda wakes up she is in the same position as when she went to sleep. You on top of her with your head on her chest, legs tangled together and her arms around you.

You don’t weigh enough to crush Wanda when you sleep on top of her, just enough to create a comfortable weight. You are like Wanda's weighted blanket. Keeping her warm at night and adding weight on top of her.

Seeing that it was 10:30 a.m. Wanda decided to wake you up as your play date with everyone was around lunch time.

“Baby girl,” Wanda says as she shakes you awake. You fuss for a minute not wanting to be pulled from your slumber, but when you see Wanda looking at you with love you suddenly forget all about sleep.

“Mama!!” you chirp happily. Wanda chuckles and kisses your cheeks.

“Morning, baby. Are you ready for today?” Wanda asks.

“Yay, can’t waits” You say back.

Wanda starts to untangle herself from you to your displeasure. You whine and pull on her arm.

“Baby we have to get up and ready if we want to play with everyone and roller skate”

“Woller skate!!!” You say cheerfully as you jump out of bed.

Wanda helps you get ready and by 11:30 you guys are ready to go. You put your shoes on, proud that you didn’t need mama's help, that is until she stops you.

“Hey baby, you got your shoes on the wrong feet,” Mama says as she crouches down to help you put them on the right way.

“There you go,” she says as she slips on your left splatter print croc on. She holds out her hand for you to take as you both walk down the hall.

Everyone is waiting in the common room in the compound. Steve, Tony, and Clint are already little and are playing with various toys. Tony is playing with an Iron Man action figure, Steve is playing with hot wheels, and Clint is playing with lego’s. Pepper, Bucky, Laura, Natasha, and Thor were all on the couch talking.

You spot Bunny on the couch that you and Wanda were on yesterday night. You tug Wanda towards Bunny not wanting to let go of her hand. You pick up Bunny and hug her to your chest.

“Hey Y/N,” Clint says, “Do you want to play lego’s with me?”

“No play with me Y/N” Tony insists.

“She doesn't want to play with you Tony, she wants to play with me!” Clint says, raising his voice.

“Why would she want to play with you? She doesn’t even like you” Tony says matter of factly.

“Boys” Pepper warns them.

“Y/N can play with anyone she wants, just let her choose. You don’t need to fight about it.” Laura says. You look between the two.

Letting go of mama's hand you walk toward Tony and he sticks his tongue out at Clint.

“Haha told you she wanted to play with-” Tony stops mid sentence as you walk right past him and walk over to Steve.

Pepper and Wanda just laugh and Bucky smiles.

“Guess she didn’t want to play with you guys since you were too busy fighting,” Laura says to the boys. Tony and Clint pout and look at Steve and you.

“Hi, can I pway wit you?” You ask Steve.

“Yeah, you can pick your favorite car,” Steve says pointing at the various cars scattered around him.

You spot a 2009 green Honda CR-V and instantly choose it. It reminds you of your mama’s eyes.

“I wike dis one. Mama, mama wook! It wook wike your eyes,” you exclaim. Wanda over at you and smiles while nodding her head.

You and Steve play cars for a while racing them on the floor, until lunch time. There’s hot dogs, chips, fruits, and veggies.

After Wanda fixes your plate for you everyone sits at the table. Wanda places your plate next to hers and you look up at her with big eyes, wanting to sit on her lap.

“Mama,” you say quietly, looking down as you ask her “can I sit on your lap?”

“Of course baby,” Wanda says. When she sits down you climb up on her lap with a smile on your face. You eat your hot dog and chips in a comfortable silence.

“Mama?” You ask as you eat your last chip.

“Yes baby girl?”

“Can we woller skate now?” You ask as you look up at her.

“Yes, baby we can roller skate now,” Wamda says

“OOO mommy can I roller skate with Y/N too?” Tony asks Pepper.

“Yeah I want to too,” Clint says.

“How bout we all go out and roller skate?” Wanda suggests getting cheers and noises of approval. Bucky and Pepper get skates out of the training room. Why they have a bunch of roller skates just sitting around nobody knows.

Outside the avengers compound littles and their caregivers were putting on their skates. Learning from this morning you put your skates on the right feet, but you need help tying them up. Wanda ties up your laces and stands up.

You try to stand up but can’t by yourself. You frown and try again, but the back wheels on our heels keep turning.

Wanda sees you struggle and holds out her hands for you. You grab onto your mama's hands as she helps you stand.

When you finally get off the ground you start to slowly roll forward. Luckily Wanda is still holding your hands so you don’t get far.

“You ready, baby?” Wanda asks you. You nod your head still a little unsteady, but you know mama will catch you before you fall.

“Yes mama I’m red-ready” you say as you wobble back and forth. You start to move forward when Wanda starts to move.

Wanda moves forward with ease. And your eyes go wide.

“Wooooooow you can woller skate,” you say in awe.

“Every won wook! My mama can skate!” You say pointing to your mama. Your mama smiles at you as everyone looks at her. She lets go of your arms and skates around everyone. All the littles look at her with unbelieving expressions.

When Wanda skates back to you she sees that you had tried to follow her. While trying to follow her your front left wheel hits a rock you didn’t see. The sudden stop makes you lose your balance. About to fall face first into the cement you brace for impact.

You wait. Except it never comes. When you open your eyes you see that mama used her powers to stop you from eating some cement, and stopped a big meltdown in front of everyone.

Red wisps of magic gently bring you back to her. Only once her hand is safely collapsed around yours do her eyes stop glowing red.

“You okay baby?” She asks you worried that she didn’t stop you in time. You hug her tight thanking her for not letting you fall.

Wanda shows you how to move your feet to move forward. You struggle for a bit, but Wanda helps you until you finally move forward on your own.

“Wook mama!! I’m doin it!” You say as your mama smiles and cheers you on. You look back behind you and see Pepper helping Tony skate for the first time. Clint and Steve were racing against each other already knowing how to skate.You skate slowly back to mama and hug her.

“I love you mama,” you say, and everyone around you lets out ‘awws’. Wanda looks a little shocked. You've told her that when you were big, but never when you were little.

Wanda can feel the tears brimming at her eyes.

“I love you too baby girl.”

Here in this moment, surrounded by your family, by mama, you feel the most loved.

After roller skating for a while you went back inside where mama and Tasha cuddled you on the couch until you started feeling sleepy.

“You ready to go baby girl?” Wanda asks you.

“Go where?” You ask curiously.

“Back to our room so you can sleep baby.”

“Otay,” you say sleepily. Wanda stood up and held her hand out for you. But you were too tired to walk all the way down the hall to your bedroom.

“Mama, can you carry me, pwease?” Wanda picks you up and sets you on her hip. You wrap your arms and legs around her.

“You’re like a koala baby,” she says. Which reminds you of something.

“Wait, mama, Bunny,” you say pointing to the stuffed koala. Nat is sitting by the koala and hands it to you.

“Fanks Tasha,” you say.

“Can I get a hug before you go?” Nat asks smiling, and you shake your head yes. Wanda smiles as you hug Nat. She is glad that you have found comfort in being little around people.

Wanda carries you back to your shared room and sits you down on your bed. You close your eyes ready to fall asleep, until Wanda says something.

“Baby you need to take a bath before we can go to bed.” You whine because you’re tired and you just want to snuggle up with mama until you fall asleep.

“How about mama joins you baby?” She said hoping to convince you.

You had done a lot today, after roller skating you played outside for a while before you came back inside. Tony, Steve, Clint, and you made mud cakes for everyone so you really needed a bath.

You agree to take one when you realize you can cuddle with mama in the tub. Wanda goes into the bathroom to get the water running.

When she’s done she comes out to find you half asleep, sucking on your thumb while you hold Bunny. She sighs but picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. She helps you undress and into the tub.

When she undresses she gets in the tub behind you and pulls you to her chest. She washes the dirt off your body and whispers to you about how good you were today.

“You’re such a sweet little girl for mama,” you hear her say as she finishes washing you off. You snuggle closer to her and just listen to her heartbeat.

“You ready to get out baby?” She asks you after a while. You nod your head ready to go to bed with her. Wanda helps you get out of the tub and drys you off. She helps you put on your pajamas.

She tucks you into bed with Bunny and follows soon after. When she's under the covers she wraps her arms around you. You shift as close as you can to her.

“I love you,” you say to her before closing your eyes. Wanda’s heart swells with love at your words.

“I love you too,” she says as you two drift off into sleep.

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desertofsnowflakes · 3 years

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Incorrect Order Chapter 2 (Nessian AU)

A/N: DO inform me if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! If you happen to find my storyline similar to another fic or one of yours, I'm extremely sorry, I might've just not known. All characters belong to the author Sarah J. Mass. Enjoy!

Summary: Don't first impressions always affect the way you see someone? Well, what more with the Nesta Archeron? Nesta meets Cassian at few unexpected places and to say it didn't go well was a major understatement. Certain circumstances make them become enemies to tolerable company to friends to lovers.

Trigger Warnings: Abuse and Swearing

1957 words | Part 1 | Read on AO3

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Cassian was waiting. And waiting. And waiting. He waited for the day he would forget the woman’s face. He waited for the day he could close his eyes without seeing her blue-grey eyes blazing in anger. He waited for the day he wouldn’t burn his bacon because he was thinking about her.

He had mused, how the face of a stranger was branded into his mind vividly. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t wondered if they’ve known each other before or have seen each other somewhere, anywhere before the day in the mall—even if on photographs or at an event or at another shopping mall. Still, he desperately wanted to forget about her. He wanted to forget that she ever existed. He wanted to forget their encounter in the mall that day. He wanted to forget everything about her, even though deep down, he knew what he wanted was far from forgetting her.

But he couldn’t afford this. He couldn’t afford to think about her at all times. He was getting distracted at work. His part-time job as a martial-arts instructor and as a sommelier was in a precarious position if it went on like this. He nearly tore one of his student’s muscles in his centre and got at least 5 orders wrong at the restaurant he was working at.

On a Saturday noon, Cassian decided the best way to clear his head was to dive into a war book or reread Secrets Of The Sommeliers for probably the millionth time.

* * *

Nesta flinched at the sudden ping of the oven timer. Again. She’d been thinking about him again. This was the fourth time in the whole week when she burned her cheese sandwich and she was getting so tired of this. She urgently needed a way to stop thinking about him. To stop seeing his insufferable grin whenever she closed her eyes. To stop thinking about him at almost all times.

It struck her as odd, the fact they didn’t even know each other’s names but she kept seeing his face as if they’ve known each other before. She gasped. What if they had known each other before? What if they were probably neighbours from Nesta’s old house or classmates or maybe they went to the same college. Nesta shook her head.

But why should she care? No, she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care what his name is or if he even has a name. She doesn’t care if she’s had the misfortune of seeing him before or if that was the first she’s seeing him. Or so she kept telling herself. She couldn’t afford to have him occupy her thoughts. She had better things to do. But all these excuses weren't enough to stop her from still thinking about him.

Nesta looked at her clock. It was a Saturday, almost noon. Maybe reading a spicy book or two will help.

* * *

Cassian loved the House of Wind library and bookstore. They had a variety of books in almost any genre. He'll admit though, that some of the librarians here are better left alone. He was lucky he came here often and therefore knew a handful of the merrier librarians. He made a beeline for his favourite section, books related to wine, best books for sommeliers.

On his way to the shelves he had committed to memory, he realised that there was a big poster about their annual Free Premium Membership Fest where 20 fortunate, early birds would get their membership card updated to premium with a number of privileges. Cassian's whole being was elevated. He missed the last fest they held and had been waiting for the next fest. He wondered how he could forget such an important thing. Oh. Right. Of course. A certain lady was occupying his thoughts. He sighed. He forgot about that too.

He was quite disappointed when he reached the counter. The fest started yesterday and the computer stated that there was only one person left till 20. What truly disappointed him was that Clotho wasn't at the counter as she usually was. Maybe she'll be in the—

“If you're done staring at the computer maybe you could deign to move so it can really serve its purpose of being a public property?” Cass froze. He'd know that voice anywhere. This was the voice taunting him at all times. “And if you have coffee in your hands, I'd suggest you turn slowly.”

He smirked. So she knew who she was talking to.

“Well, looks like the damage would be lesser this time since your clothes aren't white,” he observed.

“I figured black would hide stains caused by ogling, clumsy people better than white,” she said. “Now, if you could move, I want to register for the Membership Fest.”

“Register? What do you mean by ‘I want to register for the Membership Fest’?”

“A register, you know,” she teased, “Something like a form where you fill your details if you want to join something?” She smirked at his glare.

“Well,” he said, “if there is a register let me fill it first.”

“Because your ego is bigger?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” he dead-panned. “I came here first.”

“Here as in the counter or the library? Because I’m pretty sure I stepped into this library first.”

Cassian quickly checked the database where the information of all members appeared. He turned back to her with a self-satisfied smirk. “The database shows otherwise, sweetheart.”

She scowled. “I don’t believe you. You might’ve tampered with the information.”

He moved slightly to the side to give her a better view. Her scowled deepened.

She rounded on him. “You,” seethed. “You did—”

“Hello,” a new, shy voice said.

“Hey, Gwyn,” they both said in symphony.

A look of surprise crossed over her features before it faded away. When the woman turned to Gwyn, she wore a huge smile. “Oh, look, she smiles,” he muttered, earning him a glare.

“Is the fest still on?” Cassian asked.

Gwyneth Berdara, one of the joyful librarians here, said, “Unfortunately, not. We just got our 20th member.”

Cassian’s face fell. He noticed the same of the woman too. Gwyn, always the optimistic one, said cheerfully, “Maybe we could reserve one for the both of you next year?”

They both murmured their assent before Gwyn offered her farewell and went back to the staffroom.

The woman turned back to him. “This is all your fault,” she hissed and stalked out of the library, leaving Cassian more confused than ever.

* * *

Nesta went to the library to find solace or at least a semblance of it. Seeing the man there, however, left Nesta more rattled than she would care to admit. Rattled, and angry. Angry at the universe for giving them these unfortunate encounters. Angry at him for following her wherever she went. Angry at herself for feeling such futile emotions. Angry at her body for reacting to him.

She was also upset that she didn’t get a free premium member cr

Nesta was so occupied with her thoughts and emotions that she didn’t realise she was taking the wrong route. She wasn’t familiar with this part of Velaris. She also didn’t realise she was being followed. It was distinct, the sound of hushed breathing, of the soft thuds of footfalls. The footsteps sounded heavier which most probably meant it was a man. She couldn’t really be sure, though. This was a person who was not experienced in stalking but was trying hard enough.

Nesta knew she shouldn’t panic but couldn’t help the bout of fear that crashed through her. Nesta tried to stay calm. She tried to make sure she didn't quicken her pace. She tried, cauldron, she really did. But her fear was slowly overpowering her senses. She felt the urge to run away from her stalker.

But that wouldn’t be wise. Running away from her stalker isn’t a good choice. It wasn’t smart. Who’s to know he wasn’t armed? What if he was faster than her? What if her stalker was faster than her? He might be stronger too. He could over power her and cage her in. She didn’t even know what his motive was.

Then, Nesta made a ridiculously huge, dumb mistake. She turned to an abandoned alley. At least it looked abandoned. She let out a frustrated breath. Running away was at least better than getting stuck in an alley. So much for ‘that wouldn't be wise’. She looked around, trying to get a sense of where she was or if there were any means of escape, however meager it might be.

Suddenly, she was slammed to the alley wall. The rough cold stone was unforgiving and unyielding under her cheek. Her windpipe was closed off and she was struggling to get some air in. She fought to get free but her captor —a man, as she guessed— was too strong. Somehow, his hands felt familiar to her. As if she were long acquainted with this person’s touch.

“What do you want?” she gasped out.

He chuckled, the sound grating through her very bones.

“My little Nesta,” he whispered, his hot breath ghosting the shell of her ear. “Ever the stubborn one.”

That voice. It was one that she couldn’t forget as hard as she tried. Tomas Mandray, her ex-boyfriend, was someone not easily forgotten.

“Tomas,” she said. She couldn’t bring herself to be nice. Not now, not after how he treated her. “What the fuck do you want? Let me go.”

“I see you haven’t changed at all.”

“I can say the same of you.”

“Mhm. You broke up with me and then you called the police. Got me stuck behind bars for two fucking months.”

“Good riddance,” she muttered.

He slammed her head against the wall. Hard. Blinding pain shot through her. He yanked her hair so hard she was afraid chunks of it came out. Her head only throbbed harder.

“Manners were never your cup of tea,” he hissed.

“You were not that kind either. You were an empowering, possessive bastard and I don’t regret watching you grovel to the police for freedom for one fucking moment and I won’t ever.”

He growled and slammed her head against the wall again. She cried out and was pretty sure she heard something crack. She felt the metallic tang of blood on her lips, streaming from her nose freely.

“Oh, you will. You’ll regret everything. Every. Single. Thing. For your whole god-damned life. I’ll make sure of it, bitch,” he promised.

He tightened his grip on her hair that sent another wave of agony through her. She caught the glint of something in the fading sunlight. A knife. Of course he had a knife.

He had a knife while she was a mess, kneeling on an alley, completely at the mercy of one of the people who hated her the most. Pathetic. So, so, pathetic. She hated herself for whimpering. She hated herself for being this weak. She hated that she had gotten panicked enough that she turned to an alley, where no one would know.

Here, in this unknown alley, with the person she hated the most, Nesta Archeron was going to die. She was going to die a death as unknown as the place she was in. Maybe even without her sisters knowing. Shit. Her sisters. If only she showed all her love to sweet Elain and brave Feyre, if only she even went to meet her brother-in-laws, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, maybe things would’ve been different. She closed her eyes, fighting the emotion in her throat. I’m sorry Elain, Feyre, Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian, I’m so, so sorry, was the last thing in her head before she felt acute pain and succumbed to the dragging talons of oblivion.

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fantasysamsclub · 4 years

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so the adventure zone was recently picked up for an animated series.

hooray! good for the mcelroys. i’m glad they’re getting more mainstream. i’m glad they’re able to financially support themselves and their family with this fame. i’m glad taz has a chance to get new fans! i’m glad fans get to see some of the most iconic balance moments animated!

i also think it’s a monstrously bad idea.

(this is long and this may seem pretty mean and radical, but please read before fighting me on any of this. also this isn’t an attack on anyone that’s excited for any of this adaptation stuff! it’s good to be excited for this success. but also there are some things to consider.)

okay! so, up front: i think the taz animated series is a bad idea. i also think, retrospectively, the graphic novel was a bad idea. also i think the vox machina origins comic and animated series are bad ideas.

okay so this is going to get. a little long and rambly. but i’ll try to keep it organized.

1. TAZ Graphic Novel

now, when the first book was announced, i was excited! i’m still excited for the next one. aside from the blue/green elves thing, which i won’t ever forgive, carey’s doing a great job adapting this piece. i’ve met her before and she generally does know what she’s talking about, comics-wise, so i do think she was a very good choice to pick up the graphic novel

there are still problems! oh, are there problems. for example, i think everyone in the novel is characterized in a wildly different way than the original podcast. i can also get into this later if people want to hear about it, but! people have picked at that one before.

out of all the adaptations i’m going to talk about, this one is the best!

2. Vox Machina Origins

alright. context. i don’t know if i’ve said this on this platform before, but i’m a comic book artist (my big project is coming out this year, i’ll announce it on here, that’s not the point of this rant). and i bought the comic on a whim! it was a christmas present to me.

now, i know a lot of people read it and enjoyed it! and that’s great. i’m happy you got joy out of the book, really. i think every piece of art means something to someone, no matter its popularity or quality. and it did well, as far as i know! so that’s very good for CR and its fans. also i think pike is hot.

all that aside, the comic does suck very much.

i could go into a deep analysis of it (i CAN, if enough people actually want to see that?) but tldr: it’s rushed, both in production and story pacing. the character art is good! but you can see the shortcuts. the lettering is. awful. (that’s mostly a problem of modern comics in general though)

and i’m not blaming anyone at CR for these problems! really, if dark horse wants to pick up an adaptation, any writers from the original project should be heavily coached on how to write for a new medium. i’m not blaming matthew for that one! i know from firsthand experience that comic writing is different from anything else you will ever write, and is so difficult to get correct. as far as i knew, matt had never written for comics before! it would be really nice if he had some more resources to get this done right.

but that would cost money.

and that brings me to--

3. The Vox Machina Animated Series

wow! look at all that money everyone raised for this animated series. this animated series that the creators said they were raising money for so they could do it independently. hope they don’t go pitch it to a bigger company to do m--

and, it was sold to Amazon.

like, it didn’t even take them a month.

and in the current climate of how animation is bought and sold, i understand the need to sell it to a streaming service! you need a platform to let people view it, and youtube is in the shitter with its copyright stuff lately, so it makes sense to go private to keep your show safe. and then, you can maybe make more episodes after you run out of kickstarter money. i don’t hate that idea!

but amazon...hm.

it’s probably fine, right?

3.5. Wendy’s

haha remember when CR got sponsored by wendy’s and played their shitty rpg that wasn’t even balanced properly and then people called them out for it and then they donated all the money to a cause wendy’s hated to make up for it (good on them!) and then deleted the VOD off youtube? gosh, good times.

money makes people do strange things.

4. TAZ Animated Series

so, peacock has taz. sure! that works. it’s not the best company to pick this up, but it’s also not the worst. i’ll take that. i looked up the guy that’s slated to direct this and i don’t think he’s ever directed an animated show? which isn’t great, but that’s not what i’m worried about.

you know what i am worried about?

these big corporations don’t care if these adaptations are any good. they just want to cram as many iconic moments from your quirky, small-owned d&d podcasts to get you to give them money. for the mcelroys and the CR crew, it’s a passion project. to amazon and dark horse and NBC, it’s an investment.

you’re going to buy the book to see vax and vex bicker!

you’re going to tune in to watch magic brian!

you’re going to want to read pike meeting scanlan, of course!

you want to see “phantasmal and resplendent” animated!

here’s the other thing. when i see people talking about the animated series, this is exactly what they’re looking for.

“i want to watch merle dirty talk the plants on screen!”

“i want to see the taakitz date!”

“i want to see magnus do the julia scene...”

now, this mindset isn’t bad! no, if you’ve been thinking this, that’s okay! it’s really not my personal thought (i think adaptations are best when they DO change things in the story to better fit the new medium they’re going on) but it’s fine.

we might get tom arnold!

but you know what we’re not going to get?

we’re not going to get apologies and revisions when something goes wrong. we’re not going to get cute extra scenes because that would require more writing. we’re not going to get the same respect for the LGBTQ+ characters on screen. the people working on this show will not get paid what they’re worth.

we’re probably not going to get a trans actress for lup.

we’re probably going to see less of carey and killain.

we’re probably going to see even fewer black and brown characters than we already have.

why’s that?

because it’s a money project. they’re doing it for money. and they want to reach as wide of an audience as possible, right? “really, we need to cut back on this gay stuff so that straight people aren’t uncomfortable. we need to stay more moderate on this project so that more people will watch it!”

(that was sarcasm)

now, NBC has had some good shows! but that’s really the responsibility of their individual writers, and it’s usually in spite of the companies they work for, and not because of them.

once an author or an artist sells their project to a company for adaptation, they often lose all rights to input from it. i don’t know what the mcelroy’s or CR’s contracts are, but unless they have better lawyers than NBC or amazon.....they probably got shafted somehow.

it’s not a mcelroy product. it’s not a CR product. don’t pretend like it is.

you can enjoy it, but please be cautious. this is just a pile of money in a cheap taako costume. don’t trust it as much as you would the podcast.

tldr: individual creators are always going to make more genuine content than corporations that buy those creations for larger adaptations. it’s okay to enjoy these adaptations, but please be aware that it’s not going to have the same spirit or heart as the boys talking about masturbation on a filler show they did quickly so justin could go support his wife in labor.

#taz #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz animated

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cherryhanji · 4 years

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tears and smudges

oneshot. bang chan x reader

genre: drama, angst, fluffy tones at the end

words: 4.3k

warning(s): foul language, super slight mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of degradation, themes of prostitution and sex, themes of violence, suggestive themes, mentions of drinking, lots of kissing at the end (lol)

alexa's note:

hello! this is my first time writing a scenario with those themes mentioned above. again, i'm not used with these kinds of themes but I tried my best to write this one. (But really, I can't write some scenes with explicit sex, graphic sexual content, as I've mentioned on my request guidelines)

If you're not comfortable with these kinds of stories, I do suggest to you that I have other works listed on my masterlist and most of them are fluffs (if it's your thing)

Sex work is the one that makes you stand on your own feet for almost five years. In this kind of living situation, you already met different kinds of people, and one of them is the person you really trust the most, the person that never judged you in all aspects. You met Chan at the bar you're currently working at, he is the kind of regular that never asks for sex unlike those grumpy old horny businessmen and horny college dudes in exchange of money.

Chan is a drunkard, tho. You'll never know about him if you didn't insist him to take you, a challenge you accepted from your coworkers who didn't charm their way into the man's heart. his looks are breathtaking, one thing that made your coworkers drool for him. But he didn't budge, saying that it's not his thing. This scenario continued until you gave up and decided to offer to be friends with him which he gladly accepted. That's when you knew he has respect for every woman, including you. That's why he always refuses to have sex either with you or your coworkers. That's when you knew he's the only guy you'll put your trusts into. And he never failed you. Always taking care of you after work. Listens to your rants about different clients you've encountered every work. He's the one who can bring out the inner you, the vulnerability that you always hide whenever you're at work. Showing him all the frustrations and judgments that you always, but despite that, he never, ever judged you. And you're beyond grateful for that.

"Hey, y/n. Is baby boy not coming tonight?" Your coworker asked when she didn't saw any traces of Chan on the bar stool.

"hey! Don't call him that! He has a name!" You said and chuckled.

"I think he's busy at work. It's not like he'll always spend the night here and drink until he becomes wasted as fuck." You said while putting on heavy makeup on your face. It's always been your routine before the clients went into the bar. Putting on those thick eyeliner and brick red lipstick that your regular clients like.

"Ladies! Listen up!" You're manager called all your attentions.

"This night is our biggest break! One of our biggest clients is here and you y/n" she pointed at you and you listened intently.

"You're the one he suggested tonight. Accept it, you'll have your big paycheck tomorrow after." She said and winked at you. You nod slowly as the thought sink in. Having a big paycheck means to you. But it also means that the client you're assigned tonight is quite tough, it's been five years since you started this kind of job but you still feel nervous about it. Shaking it off from your head, you prepare yourself as the bar finally opened its working hours now.

before you head out from the staff room, you checked first your phone if there are any messages on it, you smiled as you saw Chan's name on the notifications.

you chuckled as you read his message.

from: Chan

are there lots of people tonight? sorry I didn't go early. Work, you know.

to: Chan

yep. A lot, as usual, I got assigned to this biggest client of our bar. Good luck to me! Anyways, it's okay if u didn't come early tho, just focus on your work so you can have lots of money to spend on our booze.

your heart skips a beat as you read the familiar pet name he always calls you with, his princess. you shrugged and put back your phone inside your bag before starting to work.

from: Chan

I will princess, and I'll stop by later, I'll walk you home okay? Keep yourself from any harm. see you :>

_____

as usual, the bar is now stuffed with people who don't do anything but to have some fun, drink with friends, people who are brushing off their stress and frustrations away with the help of alcohol. You were used to these kinds of scenarios. And you once experienced them. Being an orphan made you lonely, in and out of foster homes to find your own kind of "home", you were once adopted by a couple who can't have their own child. You decided to leave the couple when your foster father always hit you whenever you do something that isn't to his likings. Growing up without someone guiding you made you face all the struggles that a person will always encounter without any knowledge on how to properly deal with it. That's why alcohol is your only escape. Brushing it off with alcohol that you always throw on your system. Temporarily forgetting all the problems that you will still face when you're sober.

You met someone who you thought will never leave you and betray you. But it turns out he just used you for his own sexual needs. Leaving you wasted and a crying mess for believing his shit. That's when you started having trust issues. Struggling to trust someone for not wanting to be abandoned again. But ever since Chan came to your life, you never once contemplated bringing back your trust to a person again. And you're glad that you did the right thing.

"Hey! Y/N!" Your coworker called you as soon as you went out of the staff room

"Oh, what is it?" You asked as you wander your eyes on the bar.

"Your client is now waiting for you." Your coworker said and pointed out the man who you assumed is in his late 20's. he looks so young for a millionaire, you thought.

"He's hot, isn't he? Go now! If I were you, I would love to have him as my client, lucky you, he picked you." She said and winked before she pushed you towards the client. You glared at her before fixing yourself and went to your client.

The man can't hide his desires as soon as you approached him on his seat.

"You're y/n if I'm not mistaken," the man said and you nodded confirming him.

"I've never made a mistake in choosing you. Come, join me here beautiful lady," he said and tapped the side of the couch signaling you to sit beside him which you accepted.

"Being your new client, I guess you know already who am I." He said. you gasped slightly, completely forgetting to ask your manager the name of your client. Stupid you.

The man chuckled at your sudden silence. "Oh I guess Ms. Jang didn't tell you, I'm Lee Minho, you can just call me Minho." He said and offered his hands to you asking for a handshake. You accepted it and smiled shyly at him.

"I, I'm sorry M-minho, I forgot to ask Ms. Jang about you." You said and smiled sheepishly.

"It's okay, dear. As long as you came here, I'm beyond okay with it. Want some drinks?" He offered you the glass containing expensive booze from your bar and gladly took it. Looks like with his oozing expensive looks and wealth, you think he can also buy the entire bar you're working at.

After a couple of drinks and talks with Minho, you can now sense that he is nearly intoxicated with the alcohol he's been drinking. You decided not to drink too much so you can still be aware of what was happening to your surroundings. While your eyes wander at the people who were having fun, a hand slowly nestled on your thighs, which made your breath hitched at the cold feeling. Looking at the owner of the hand, you saw Minho cocked his head at the side while smiling at you, a hint of desire in his eyes.

"Uh, Minho... Is there anything you need?" You're already used to these kinds of scenes so you just brush it off by asking him. You surely saw that his eyes darken for a second. His jaw clenched, hands now near at your inner thighs before he pulled it off and fixed his tie.

"Is there any room we can occupy?" He asked you. You stand up from your seat and ask him to wait for you while you asked your manager about it.

You went straight to the staff room and quickly check your phone first. You saw a message from Chan and you opened it.

you decided not to reply to him and went straight to your manager to ask what room did Minho purchase.

from: Chan

10 minutes more and I'll be there. I'll wait for you later, princess.

You went back to Minho who is calmly drinking while waiting for you. He immediately stands up as soon as you went near him. Grabbing your hand, he lets you guide him to where the room is.

As soon as you closed the door, Minho's hands wander to the different parts of your body, satisfying himself by touching your smooth skin.

"You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" Minho said as you just nodded at him.

"You don't know how much I want to wreck you now," Minho grunted, hands still exploring your lower part.

Minutes later, the touches were slowly getting rougher, one that made you winced because of the aggressive touches Minho giving you.

Hearing your whimpers that he thought came from the pleasure he gives you, he aggressively grabbed your chin with his big hands forcing you to look at him.

"I knew it. You love it when someone's being hard on you, huh? You like it, slut?" He said making your eyes widen and shook your head.

"No? Isn't this enough for you? You want it a harsh way? Okay. I'd love to do it then." He said and pulled you towards the bed, hands still on your chin. He pushed you harshly on the bed. Removing his top, he climbed on the bed giving himself space between your legs and harshly dive into your neck. You cried because of the harsh bites he gave you, with zero pleasure, pure pain. You try to wriggle out from his hard grip but it's no help.

Annoyed by your actions, he stopped what his assaults to you and slapped your face hard. Making you cry out because of the pain.

"What do you think you're doing, slut? Do you think you can deny me? I already bought you, remember? I paid a high amount to have you as my property now. You can't do anything but to obey me, because you're just a little slut, hungry for money." He said and put his hands on your throat with such force making tears slowly flow out from your eyes because of the lack of air. Did your manager just sell you out to this man?

He removed his hands from your throat making you choke, gasping for some air to breathe in, while he continues doing all his assaults to you. This is one of the things you really hate in this job, giving them the pleasure they want is okay not until they lay off their abusive hands to you. And because of this kind of abuse you mostly encounter because of your job, you learned how to properly defend yourself from it. Adrenaline rushed into you as you kick his crotch very hard making him fall to the side of the bed.

"Fuck you slut! What do you think you're doing?!" Minho blurted out while wincing from the pain on his crotch. You quickly get up from the bed and ran out of the room. Rushing to the staff room looking for your manager. You've had enough.

"Y/N?! W-what are you— where is Mr. Lee?" Your manager asked you as soon as you enter the staff room. Shaking with anger, you question your manager, "How could you—" you stopped trying not to cry out of anger. besides Chan, Ms. Jang is the second person you gave your trust into, taking care of you like a real mother. You just can't believe that she will sell you out in exchange for a big fucking amount of money.

Trying to ask you again, you interrupted her, "Did you just let that man bought me for a big amount of money? how could you do that to me, I thought you care for me?" You said, not wanting to cry in front of her. You stopped her when she tried to go near you.

"No, please don't go near me." You said

"I'm, I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't plan to do that. It's just that he threatened me, he said that he will report our bar to the police if I didn't give him what he wants, he wants you, Y/N. I, I can't risk our business. That's--"

"So you decided to sacrifice me?" You nodded and continued. "I understand... Who am I to refuse, I'm just a wasted orphan you adopted, a new girl you added to your collection. You know what, Ms. Jang, thank you for taking care of me for the last five years, I felt the love that I thought was real. Thanks for letting me experience how to have a real mother. It's been a nice journey. But I've had enough, it's like I've ever wanted this kind of life anyway. Thank you, and please tell the others, I'm thankful for them, too. I need to go. I can't stand this place anymore." You said and grabbed all your things. Ms. Jang tried to stop you but you didn't budge, you want to get out of this life for so long, maybe now is the time. As soon as you stormed out of the room, you saw Chan peacefully sitting on the barstool, assuming that he's waiting for you. He smiled as soon as he saw you but quickly withdrew it as he saw your expression. He immediately went to you and held your arms gently, softly caressing it.

"Hey, what happened?" He asked, eyes glassed with worry. You faintly smiled at him and grabbed his hands in your arms and squeezed it.

"Let's get out of here?" You asked and he just nodded, still clueless with what was happening.

"Where do you want to go?" Chan asked you as soon as you went out of the bar. Because of the situation, you can't go straight to your home as it was also Ms. Jang's home.

"Can I stay at your place for a while?" You faced him. Examining your face first, he sensed that something's definitely wrong. So he just nodded and hailed for a cab.

_____

"Wait for me here, I'll just get some water." You just nodded and hummed in response. You just fiddled with your fingers as you recall the happenings a while ago. Your trust had shattered again, making you feel devastated. Ms. Jang sacrificed you? Maybe Minho was right, you're just a worthless slut. You were never loved by anyone because you're just one of those existing trash here on earth. No one dared to love you, words are just words. People who say that they love you were never real. They meant nothing. People loathed sluts like you. You are a failure, a total failure. Thinking those thoughts, you didn't notice the tears that are now falling from your eyes, eyeliner mixing with your tears making it smudged on your face.

"Y/N! Shit! Why are you crying?" Chan immediately placed the glasses of water to the coffee table and sit beside you. Feeling his presence beside you, you quickly grabbed the hem of his shirt asking him for a hug which he immediately gave you. Chan shushed you, swaying your bodies side to side as he let you cry your heart out. You felt him kissed the top of your head and caressed it after, making you calm.

"What happened back there at the bar?" Chan asked when you finally calmed down. Grabbing the tissue box and wiped your face gently, also removing the smudges of eyeliner on your eyes.

"Ms. Jang just sold me to our biggest client. I... I trusted her, Chan. I thought that she'll take care of me. I just can't believe she betrayed me for a big amount of money." You told him what happened at the bar. Chan stayed silent before attempted to speak.

"What are you going to do now?" Chan asked you. Tucking in stray hair at the back of your ear.

"I'll stop working there. I want to change, Chan. I can't be stuck there forever. I need to improve myself." You said, tears slowly falling to your cheeks again. Thinking how will you start to change your life for the better. You're afraid, you're afraid of the changes. But you wanted this. And you know Chan will always be there for you. Chan smiled at you dearly. Hearing it from you makes his heart clenched. He never judged you because of your way of living. But he's glad that you wanted to change your life for the better. And he's willing to help you and guide you.

"Sssh... Don't cry, princess. I'll stay with you. You know that, right? You know you can rely on me." He said and you nodded at him.

"Thank you, Chan. For not judging me, for always taking care of me, for everything that you did for me. Thank you for coming into my life. You're my angel, Chan." You said and smiled at him. Hearing those words from you, his happiness jolted up. He's also beyond thankful to you coming into his life. And he'll never stop taking care of you, never stop protecting you, and will never stop giving you the love that you deserved.

Chan held your cheeks, which you leaned in. He slowly lowered his head, and kissed you. Your eyes opened out of shock, but quickly melted in as soon you felt his soft lips on yours. Realizing what he was doing, he quickly breaks the kiss. You opened your eyes, looking at his face mirroring regret. Also realizing what happened, you stayed silent. You always have a soft spot for Chan. But after he kissed you, it's like there's a place inside your heart you didn't know you that had only for him.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to kiss you. Fuck." Chan said and cursed himself making you chuckle. He looked at you confused as to why you're laughing.

"It's okay. You like me, do you?" You teased him making his eyes widen at you, like a deer caught in the headlights.

"H-how did you know?" He asked, confirming that he does likes you.

You shrugged and shift from your seat. "Dunno, I just guessed." You said. He just facepalmed. Completely cursing himself for being stupid.

"Yes, Honestly speaking, I've been in love with you ever since we met." He continued.

"You caught my eye, and that made worse when we grew close with each other. I just learned each day that you're so special to me. I, I love you, Y/N." Chan said making you shut in silence. Slowly sinking in all the words that he confessed. You're never used to these kinds of things. You don't know the feeling of being truly loved by someone, and hearing this from Chan, made you realize that you've been truly loved for a long time, you've been truly loved by Chan. The moment is too much for you making you cry again. Chan saw you making him baffled and held your face slowly.

"Hey, don't cry. It hurts me." Chan said, wiping your tears away.

"It's just that, I've never been so loved before. I've been a failure, Chan. No one ever loved me the way you do Hearing this all from you, it's too much, making me cry." You said trying to stop from crying.

"Don't say that. you're not a failure, y/n. You're the best thing that happened to me."

"But I don't know how to love again. I mean, I don't know how to start loving again." You said.

"You don't have to, princess, Just let the time. Just let me love you, okay?" Chan said and kissed you once again. The feelings, the atmosphere is too much for you to handle, making you burst out again into tears as you felt the love Chan is giving you. You don't know what did you do to deserve this. But you just let the moment pass by and relish all the love this man was giving you.

You were the one to break the kiss because of a lack of air. Chan leaned his forehead on yours and chuckled. You felt his thumb on the corner of your lips. You looked at his thumb that obtained red stains from your lipstick.

You also looked at his lips, chuckling as you saw the visible lipstick stains, courtesy of you.

"Your lipstick made a mess, princess." He said and chuckled.

"You look sexy, Chan." You blurted out, grabbing a tissue to wipe the smudge of lipstick on his lips.

"Don't say that, princess. I know I am." Chan said, combing your hair gently. You finally wiped the smudges on his lips and yours.

"Promise me you'll never cry again, princess, I just saw how much of a crybaby you are." He said and you just smacked his chest lightly.

"It's because you made me cry." You said and pouted.

"But not because I hurt you. And don't do that, please. It makes me want to kiss you again." Chan said and pointed out your pouty lips.

"Then do it." You teased him making him grunt.

"We all have the time in the world princess, so take a shower first so we can have our dinner and we can do all the kissings later." He said and chuckled making you blush at his playful banter. He just pinched your cheeks and stand up.

"Take a shower, I'll prepare your clothes for now." He said.

"Shower with me?" You asked making him gasped with your suggestion

"W-what? Hell no!" Chan completely refused to make you chuckle

"Why? We're already dating." You teased making him rolled his eyes dramatically.

"That doesn't mean I will accept your offer." He said and slowly pushed you towards the bathroom.

"Okay, okay. Fine." You laughed and stuck your tongue out before closing the door of the bathroom. You just love how to make him blush on the spot, looking so cute.

____

You and Chan's bodies were comfortably slumped on the sofa while watching some movies after you ate dinner. You snuggled on his broad chest, while his arms encircled around you making you warm and comfortable.

"Y/N..." Chan called you softly. You hummed and lift your gaze to him.

"Now that you left the bar, when will you gather your things from Ms. Jang's house? You know I can help you with it." He said and combed your hair.

"I'll gather my courage to face them first. I need to clear my mind. I don't think I can face them for now. And I need to think of a place to live now I already left the bar." You said

"Live here with me?" Chan suggested making you look back at him.

"I might be a burden-"

"No. You'll never be, princess. At least you'll only have to think about looking for a job. Living here with me can lessen your problems. Besides, I love you being here." Chan said and smiled at you. Chan never failed to make you smile even at the smallest things he did and said to you

"Fine. But let me contribute to it. Let me have a share in paying other bills. I am also now living here. And I am consuming the things that you consume." You said.

"You sound like my future wife." He chuckled and pinched your nose.

"Do you want me to be?" You asked and he nodded.

"I'd love to. Mrs. Bang." He said making you both laughed at the thought.

"You're tired, Chan. You need to rest." You said pushing his face against you.

"But I'm serious!" He whined and you just nodded.

"Yes, I know. But that's not our priority for now. I know that you love me, I'll just be here with you." You said and give him a peck on his lips. You were about to move back when he grabbed your face and made you stay still, catching your lips with his. You smiled against his lips and soon gave in with the kiss.

"You're too much of a kisser huh? Maybe you waited for this time to come, did you?" You asked, gasping again for air after the breathtaking kiss

"Maybe yes, maybe no. You guess." He said and hugged you.

"I love you, princess. I love you." Chan said. Wanting to say those words to him, you contemplate as you still not yet completely have the confidence and assurance of those words. You still need to find the real meaning before you finally tell him. Sensing your uneasiness, Chan sighed and cupped your cheeks.

"You don't have to say it now, princess. Just what I've told you a while ago, just let the time, don't worry about me. Just let me love you. I won't force you tell to me." Chan said and smiled. Maybe what he said isn't that hard to do. Because you can see how much he loves you, you'll soon learn how to love him back. You know how much he also deserves the love that he always gives you. You just need to let the time do its thing.

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thefiveavengers · 4 years

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jester and sexuality/romantic inclinations

so, this is my last day of summer break (actually the day before last, but tomorow is monday) and I decided to put into words what my thoughts about this dicey, dicey subject are. First, these are solely my opinons based on 1) watching the second campaign, 2)watching talks machina and the meta knowledge that comes with that and 3) assuming the players are playing in good faith and are open minded to organic changes that might come to their characters along the way.

and second, I do have my biases, and I come from the following inclinations: I ship lavorregard, and I don’t believe Jester is straight.

That said let’s begin. I’ve written a far amount about the lavorregard ship, but mostly focused on Beau’s feelings and her perspective. Right before the ep that Beau reveals the crush to Nott I wrote the following: “ If I were to put a chronology on Beau’s feelings for Jester it would go something like that: 1)“This girl is cute and somehow I like her way more than I usually like, well, anybody” 2) “This girl is cute and we are… friends???” 3) “This girl is cute, we are friends and I love her” 4) “We are friends, I love her AND I think she is hot” 5) “This girl is hot, I love her and maybe I love her as more than friends?”

But last ep I think it shifted to, “I’m definetely into Jester as more than friends and she’s never been hotter AND I think I’m getting to a point where I’m ready to actually process my feelings regarding that and be open about it.”

And lo and behold, the very next ep we saw Beau actually processing her feelings when talking to Nott. But what about Jester?

I’ve seen some people express the idea that “wouldn’t it be galaxy brain if all three cr ladies had independently decided when creating their characters that they are lesbians?” and honestly, while a cute thought, I don’t think that’s what’s happening. In my opinion what happened was, Marisha created Beau as a lesbian and she made sure to make that clear as possible from the get go, and one of the reasons I think she did that is because she entered the campaign looking to avoid a pc/pc romance, since the one she was in in cr1 took such a toll on her. She probably figured it would be a safe bet, playing a lesbian she would shield herself from the male characters and most likely the other female characters would not be interested in Beau, right?

Enter Ashley Johnson. Honestly I don’t think Ashley had such a clear idea that Yasha was (or is) a lesbian. She had a wife, and from what has been said in canon Zualla was her only romantic and sexual relationship. Now, from what we’ve seen Yasha hasn’t expressed any interest in men, but to be fair she hasn’t really expressed interest in much anybody. She called Jester adorable in the very first ep and she seems to be fond of Beau’s flirtations even if not directly responding to them. The conversation where Yasha has said that she has “seen {Beau} a lot” coupled with one of the songs in Yasha’s playlist has me convinced that Yasha has some kind of feelings for Beau, even if is just a small crush. And I say this as someone who doesnt ship Beau/Yasha. I don’t think they would make a good match, but that doesn’t mean I’d deny either of them having interest in the other. But that doesn’t mean Yasha is for sure a lesbian who would never engage with a men ever. She seems pretty adamant on not having any romantic connections, so its hard to gauge really where her interests lie. She is for sure though a wlw.

Now, when it comes to Jester and Laura Bailey that’s when things get complicated. I would assume that most of us that have considered the possibility of Jester not being straight have read the excellent essay on comphet by tumblr user fuzzy-face ( https://fuzzy-face.tumblr.com/post/185001577009/you-make-your-own-fairytale-jester-comphet ), so I’m not gonna rehash what she’s said already. While I do agree almost wholeheartedly with this post, I’ll say this, I don’t think Laura Bailey when creating Jester set out to tell a story of a wlw learning how to overcome comphet. But (BUT!,!) I also don’t think her idea was Jester is totally straight and that’s that! I think she created Jester as a sexually and romantically inexperienced young woman that almost immediately got a crush on Fjord because, among other reasons, he reminded her of a hero from her smut books.

Recently, with the new upload of talks to the CR youtube channel, I rewatched this talks: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZqJzNj_1tI , which is about the ep a Hole in the Plan, deep into the pirate arc, but before the first big Beau/Jester moment, the conversation they had in the boat on ep 46. First I must express my annoyance at the fact that Laura and Marisha are the guests and yet at least 80% of the questions are about Fjord. I know it was in his arc, but COME ON! Also I was very surprised by how open they are talking about Fjord/Jester as if it were a done deal alaready. When anyone involved in Talks claim that they don’t do shipping questions, you should show them this ep because it is all about shipping questions. Anyways, Laura clearly states that Jester has a crush on Fjord (at the time at least) and she compares it to a super intense high school crush. So to me there is no refuting the fact that at least at some point Jester had a crush on Fjord.

What I do find it interesting is when you compare her answers in that talks to what she said in the most recent talks she’s participated ( https://youtu.be/_NmZ2b_Q3So ) which seem to at least indicate that Jester has, on a level or another, moved on from said crush. It’s also, the now infamous moment where Laura talks about Jester’s crush...es. We’ll get back to that.

That’s all good and dandy, but this is meta outside the game. Let’s go analyze actual in-game developments. As far as I can remember (and I’m not an expert in Fjord/Jester, so I might be forgetting something) these are the moments Jester spoke directly or inderectly about her crush on Fjord; when Caleb point blank asked her if she was sweet on him (to which she answered “I don’t know” and let’s keep that in mind); when she talked to nott about first kisses and the best thing she can say about it is that it didnt make her feel dead, and to me the most significant moment; when she asks the traveler how to make a boy like her. Now, I’ve seen some people band about this as irrefutable proof that Jester IS straight, otherwise she wouldnt be asking the traveler advice about boys, but in this case she wasn’t talking about boys in general, she was talking about ONE boy and that was Fjord.

And that’s the crux of the matter isn’t it? Jester has demonstrated sexual/romantic interest in one man and one man alone, and that’s fjord. That does not mean she is straight. It doesn’t even mean that she, if a wlw, is bi. Her crush on Fjord has been wrapped around in all these expectations and I think its hard to parse how much was just projecting, among other things, the romance her parents had. Also, let me comment on how all these developments were long ago, during the pirate arc, over one year ago in real time.

Jester has commented about Fjord’s appearance and Caleb’s and even pointed out to Reani that hot boi Essek was hot, but its all done very matter-of-factly. And if we are going to talk about Jester commenting on people’s apperances we have to acknowledge how Jester cannot SHUT UP about how she finds women beautiful. From Beau to Nott, from Reani to random shop girl in Uthodurn and her obssession with the Bright Queen in particular its all very in your face. Once someone wanted to argue with me that this is just how straight girls air their insecurities, and even if that’s true and not just misogyny, the only time Jester commented on a woman’s apperance with any kind of insecure note was one time when she compared herself to her mother.

Look, the thing is, if we take at face value every comment Jester has made about Fjord’s looks and strenght, we also have to take at face value how distraught she looked and sounded facing the idea that Beau’s new vestiments wouldn’t let her abs show. Is it funny? Yes, but it’s funny for the idea that Jester is very appreciative of Beau’s abs, which, I’m still waiting for the straight explanation if anyone if willing to give me.

To end, this goddamned book that I’ve started, the thing that gives me the most certainty that Jester is not straight and that a Beau/Jester romance is not only possible but likely is that I do not believe Laura Bailey is cruel. If she had no interest in exploring the possibility of a not-straight Jester and a B/J romance she wouldn’t been doing what she has been doing for awhile now.

And what do I mean about that? I mean that even before Beau’s confession there’s been a different dynamic to their relationship. I already mentioned the “but can I see her abs????” incident, but also her encouragement about beau’s qualities and abilities (beau, you’re super strong), using the traveler as a proxy to her feelings (the traveler thinks you’ll do great, the traveler thinks you’re awesome, the traveler loves you), waiting to hold beau when she went up a column and showing disapointment when she didnt fell into her arms, listening to Beau regarding her wanting to confront her dad, being super, and I mean SUPER bummed out when Beau and Reani kissed and took a walk. And after the confession things ramped up.

Like, that was Laura Bailey listening to the conversation between Nott and Beau, not Jester. She could have had continued to play out their friendship as usual, but that’s not what she did. She used this opportunity to play the romantic possibility as never before. Making sure that Jester shielded Beau’s body in combat, being VERY specific that when her double cured her, she leaned over her body and put her hands to her face and even contradicting Matt, pointing out that when she woke up, it wasn’t the laughing hand that she first saw, but Jester’s face. And then there’s ep 89, the juiciest lavorregard ep since ep 46. It’s romantic comedy set up, one character confesses their love to a third one, and the one character who is the target of that love starts a conversation with “Are you avoiding me? Because I think I know why.” That’s a romantic trope ladies and gents, and Laura Bailey the genius she is played it to perfection. Not being sure why she was so upset about not curing Beau (a sentiment that battle mercy Jester has never expressed before). Wanting to punish Beau’s dad for not treating her right, getting to an agreement after arguing about tarot and molly. Afterwards engaging Fjord in an activity that she usually associates with beau, that goes disastrously and thanks to the dice gods, I could see, in real time the comphet melting away.

And concluding with the fact that she bet 20 extra gold on Beau on the down low.

So coming back to the idea of Jester having crush...es, to me is very clear those crushes are, the one she has/had on Fjord and her new emerging one on Beau. do I think Jester herself is aware of these feelings? Not really, but Laura sure is.

look this is not about being entitled or acusing anyone of queerbaiting if my ship doesnt pan out. its just, you know, laura’s sister is a lesbian, and I do think that gives people some perspective that they might not have, and I genuinely don’t think she would be playing things as she is, if she didn’t have any interest in playing out to the end.

#critical role #jester #jester lavorre #beaujester #lavorregard #this got super long and took me a few hours #but anyways these are most of my feelings regarding queer jester

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whom-killed-markiplier · 4 years

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Illinois x Reader fic where he plans a trip to Alaska for the holidays but with the cold weather, all flights are cancelled. He’s really upset cuz all his plans are ‘ruined’ and he wanted his first Christmas with S/O to be special. So she does everything to cheer him up. Making Gingerbread-men, having hot cocoa, snuggling up and listening Christmas music. The real kicker being when Cold December Night by Michael Buble starts playing S/O pulls Illinois into a dance and starts singing to him.

Not gonna lie, I totally love this. Bless you for starting this blog off with just the CUTEST idea. I hope I wrote Illy right! I’m still trying to get a hang of his character, so I’m not sure if it turned out right. Also, this song is soooo cute! I’ve never heard it before but I’ve now listened to it like, twenty times since I got this request. Anyway! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy!

Cold December Night.

Time: 9:15Destination: Alaska Status: Cancelled

Illinois gaped up at the board hanging up on the wall above. The word glowed red and blared at him as if mocking him. “Cancelled. All your amazing plans are cancelled.”

When you noticed how tense your boyfriend became, you reached down and grabbed his hand. He looked at you and you could see the utter disappointment clear in his eyes. You had tried to bring his spirits back up, but all he could think about was how his amazing plans with you were ruined

You had assured him you would talk to someone before you lead a distressed Illinois through the airport until you found someone you could talk to. When you did, they explained that because of the harsh winter weather, they had to cancel all trips to Alaska for the next few days. You could see the energy drain from Illinois as his body slumped from the news. At the very least, you got a refund, but it wasn’t worth it if you had to see Illinois in such a sad state.

When you returned to your home it was still, silent, and a little bit depressing. Since you had planned to spend Christmas in Alaska, you hadn’t bothered decorating your home’s halls. As a result, it all seemed a little out of place for the festive season.

Illinois let out a heavy sigh.

You’d never seen him so down about anything. He was always so smiley, always had his chin up. And sure, there were things that he got upset about, but he rarely let them get him down. A little worried for him, you sat him down on the couch and asked him about it.

“This trip was going to be really important, (Y/N),” he said, “I wanted our first Christmas together to be special… I was going to show you the northern lights! It was going to be awesome."

He pulled his hat off and ran his hand through his hair. You frowned and leaned up to rest your hand against his cheek, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb.

"Illy… Alaska isn’t going anywhere. We can visit any time.”

“But… our Christmas is ruined.”

"Love, we can still have a special first Christmas, even here at home.”

Illinois took a look around the spirit-less home and sighed again. You gave him a sad smile and took his hat, placing it back on his head.

“We woke up pretty early. Why don’t you go take a nap, love? I’ll make us some lunch in a bit.”

Illinois gave one last sigh and nodded, leaning in to kiss your cheek before standing up and going back to your room. You watched him sadly as he left, feeling bad that he was so torn up about this.

Luckily though, you had a plan. You weren’t going to let him feel so upset. You were going to show him that you could have a special holiday, even from home.Quietly, you left for the store and an hour later you were sneaking back into the house with bags full of things. Most of it consisted of decorations for your home, but you also bought things to make gingerbread cookies and hot cocoa.

You put all the bags into the living room and snuck back to your room to see if Illinois was still asleep. He was out like a light. With a smile you watched your boyfriend snooze for just a second before you got to work.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have a real tree. Last minute like this, you could only find a cheap plastic one. But it was enough. You brought its box in from your car and assembled it first. Not wanting to go too overboard with spending, you didn’t get too many decorations for it. Just a few strings of lights, tinsel, and a box of ornaments. It wasn’t extravagant by any means, but it was better than nothing.

After the tree was up you set a few Christmas cookie scented candles out on the coffee table and lit them. You took a set of snowflake lights into the kitchen and draped a sparkly white garland over the living room mantle. Little reindeer, snowmen, and elf figurines scattered the home. You even had a big Santa statue sitting on your kitchen counter.

Was it perfect? No. But for last minute? Well, it would have to do.

You were just finishing hanging some colorful fairy lights up in the living room when you heard the sound of your hallway creek. You turned and saw Illinois, his face illuminated by the colors of the room.

“(Y/N)…?”

You hopped off of the step-stool you were using and smiled wide. You extended your arms out, presenting the room to him.

“Ta-da! What do you think?"

Illinois’ eyes scanned the room, looking at the festive decor. He stopped when his eyes landed on the Christmas tree. Then, his eyes found you.

"Where did you get all of this?”

“I went to the store while you were asleep,” you said, closing the gap between you two, “I know how bummed you were about not being able to go to Alaska, so I wanted to show you that we could still have a good Christmas.”

“Darling, you did this all for me?"

"Of course I did! You thought I was just going to let you be sad for Christmas?”

He sniffled and grabbed his hat to angle it over his face as he looked down. You leaned down slightly to get a look at his face, suddenly concerned.

“Illy are you… are you crying?”

“What? Of course not, I… Illinois doesn’t cr-cry.”

You pushed his hat out of his face and he bit back a whimper. His eyes were glossing over, tears threatening to fall. You smiled and leaned up to press a kiss to his nose. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, holding you close so that you wouldn’t see him tearing up.

“Thank you, (Y/N)…”

“You’re welcome Illy,” You wiggled out of his arms, grinning brightly, “I’m not done yet though! Come on!"

You grabbed his hand and pulled him into the kitchen, where you placed the gingerbread and hot chocolate ingredients. You saw him peer at the decorations around him before looking down at you as you started to talk again.

"When I was little, one of my favorite things to do was make little gingerbread men. And you can’t go wrong with hot chocolate! Soo, voilà!”

Illinois smiled, still growing emotional over what he was seeing in front of him. Still holding onto your hand, he used it to pull you back against his chest and hold you close against him.

“I love you,” he said, voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too.” You pulled away just enough to peer up at him. “I know I said I’d make us lunch, but do you wanna make some cookies instead?"

Illinois chuckled, a lovely sound from deep in his chest.

"Sure thing, pumpkin. That sounds nice.”

And so you did. You mixed up the batter and rolled out the dough and Illinois helped you cut out gingerbread men shapes with the cookie cutters you bought. You put them in the oven, and while you were waiting for it to finish, you started the hot chocolate.

“The box hot chocolate is good in a pinch, but I want to give you the real thing,” you had told him, mixing together the ingredients in a pot.

When it was finished, you used a ladle to fill two mugs with the cocoa, then sprinkled them with marshmallows. You stood in the kitchen, sipping hot cocoa as you talked and waited for the cookies to finish. Finally, when the timer beeped, you put down your mug and took out the cookies.

“Now for the best part!” You said as you picked up the frosting, “Decorating!! Will you help me?”

Illinois chuckled and, without answering, took an icing packet from you. You both got to work, and were having way too much fun with it, joking around and making funny designs on the cookies.

“Look, Illy! This one looks like you!” You said as you drew on details to make it look like his iconic adventuring outfit. He laughed as you drew the gingerbread Illinois winking and sticking his tongue out.

“Looks just like me,” he said with a good laugh, “Just not as delectable."

You laughed and playfully nudged him away from you. He laughed again in turn, and the laughter didn’t stop as you continued joking around.

Once you were done you snacked on the cookies and the rest of your hot chocolate before you dragged him back into the living room. After standing for so long, you decided it was time to just relax with some music.

You sat Illinois down on the couch and took the place beside him, taking your phone out of your pocket. You pulled up a Christmas playlist and set it down on the coffee table, listening as the cheery music filled the air. You leaned back in your seat and snuggled up against Illinois, who wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tight against his body.

You rested there for a long while against your boyfriend, humming to Christmas songs and idly chatting with him. Eventually, a very familiar song started playing, filling your heart with joy. Cold December Night was playing in your ears and suddenly you felt like getting up and moving.

"Ooo! I love this song,” you said, grinning from ear to ear as you pushed yourself off of Illinois. You hopped to your feet and held your hand to him.

“Care for a dance?”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He said, grabbing your hand and pulling himself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned against chest as he placed his hands on your waist. Together you swayed to the music.

You hummed along to the song as the lyrics played, but by the time the chorus started you were singing.

“So please just fall in love with me this Christmas,” you leaned away from him to look into Illinois’ eyes, only to find them shimmering with love. Your heart leapt as you continued singing to him.

“There’s nothing else that I would need this Christmas,” you moved your hands from around his neck to cup both sides of his face.

“Won’t be wrapped under the tree, I want something that lasts forever," You inched closer to his face watching the heartmeltingly soft expression on his face.

”So kiss me on this cold December night.“

Illinois was the one to close the gap between you two. He pressed his lips, warm and tasting sweet from the hot cocoa, against yours. It was sweet and chaste and warmed your heart, but unfortunately it didn’t last long before he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"You really are something, you know that, darling?”

“Something good?” You asked him coyly. He chuckled.

“Something very good. Something incredibly, extraordinarily good."

You pressed your lips to his again and Illinois’ heart soared.

After all his years of high stakes adventure, he’d forgotten what it was like to live a quiet life. And while he could never give that excitement up, at least not yet, you taught him that he doesn’t need to feel that adrenaline pumping twenty-four seven.

So, maybe your exciting Christmas trip got cancelled. That doesn’t mean he couldn’t have something equally as good at home with you. As long as Illinois had you, he’d find special moments in everything.

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beetlemancy · 4 years

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Anon from before: how do you feel about people posting about getting joy from seeing the CR cast fail and/or implying that they are secretly terrible. (Also I don’t know how to link posts my bad, didn’t intend to offend)

Well I feel like if you follow me, I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m anti-player hate and that I’m definitely in CR’s corner when it comes to criticism, as they often step up to the plate in regards to learning lessons. The fact that people who often guest on the show are outspoken activists in their own right also gives me confidence that if something truly sinister was going on behind the scenes, they’d be able to speak up about it - especially given that they are not reliant on CR for income as most guests are only featured once or twice.

Re: what I’m guessing this is about is the first few posts currently on that blog, however - I’m not entirely sure that this person is saying that CR has done every one of these things? Its a bit vague. I do think its a bit alarmist and pessimistic, personally, but I get the vibe that its more like... people are legit bored and angry and ready to fight, and what with WOTC being in hot water right now (and is always lets be real), CR seems like a neat target. I do think its a bit odd to pull out examples of what drama llamas COULD be talked about, especially ones that the fandom hasn’t yet even touched on, but that still falls into the theme of fandom hyperbole vs legit criticism.

I’d also like to point out, however, that CR will likely do whatever they can and if it turns out that the best move for them is to actually not be a thing anymore, that decision is up to them alone - not the fandom. It’s also vastly not the Point of anything actually important that’s going on, and CR knows it. That’s why they trusted the advice of Surena, and why they listen to and boosted the voices of Krystina Arielle, Tanya DePass, and Omega Jones (CriticalBard) and specifically his roundtable of Black TTRPG players/streamers. If they continue doing that, and if they continue trying to do better, then I’m always ready to give them my attention.

(to be clear, that doesn’t mean all criticism is bad or that i won’t listen to it - it just means that i think often the issues are far more nuanced than the fandom makes it seem and certain People, like someone crnofilter actually talks about in another post, like to take those struggles and co-opt them into their personal vendettas against specific players. THAT is what I usually tend to call out)

Also, you didn’t offend. You just hit a barrier i’m not comfortable crossing re: calling out people just randomly. But like I said - concepts or posts, I’m cool with giving my opinions on because that’s less directly aggressive to whoever people are asking me about. ; )

#no fandom tags we die like passive aggressive chipmunks #Anonymous

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harleyquinnbluemoonlove · 4 years

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DO NOT HACK MY PHONE OR MY LAPTOP, DO NOT HACK ANYTHING OR ANYBODY BC YOU CANNOT DO IT BETTER THAN U.S. BC U.S. CREATED THE INTERNET IN WASHINGTON DC AT THE PENTAGON CALLED “DARPANET” IN 1974. THE FIRST COMPUTER WAS AN APPLE, SECOND COMPUTER WAS MICROSOFT. A GOOD BRAND IS A HP WITH MS WINDOWS. I HAVE A BLUE HP LAPTOP STREAM, I HAVE A BLACK APPLE IPHONE 7. I AM ON A WIFI WITH A VPN THAT KEEPS GETTING DISABLED. THE SOUND ON MY PHONE DOES NOT WORK. I AM BACKING UP BOTH DEVICES AND GOING TO RESET TO FACTORY SETTINGS SO I CAN GURANTEE EFFECTIVE DIGITAL SECURITY.

2. I NEED COMPANY TO SIT WITH ME, DRINK WITH ME. I WOULD LOVE SOME JACK AND COKE OR A BUD LIGHT. I WOULD ALSO LOVE SOME FOOD THAT CONTAINS RED MEAT TO ASSIST ME WITH MY BLOOD PROBLEMS. BUDDY OR BLUE OR YO -- FIGURE IT AND SEND ME SOMEONE I KNOW. I AM TOO PRETTY AND TOO COOL TO BE CHILLING BY MYSELF WITH NO FOOD, NO ALCOHOL, NO MONEY, NO WEED, ETC.

3. SELF EVALUATE OR DO A PEER REVIEW/. SELF EVALUATION IS LOOKING AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR AND THINKING ABOUT YOUR LIFE. I LIKE TO WRITE THINGS DOWN, IF HELPS ME. IT WILL BRING ABOUT A SENSE OF UNDERSTANDING WHO, WHAT, WHY YOU ARE WHO YOU ARE, HOW YOU BECAME PERSON, AND DESIGN YOUR OWN ROADMAP TO BEING A BETTER PERSON AND OPENING YOUR HEART TO REALIZATION THAT THE CHILDREN ARE THE FUTURE, RIGHT WE ARE THE WORLD, WE CAN ACHIEVE GREATNESS, A NEW TYPE OF MAGIC “UTOPIA”.

WHAT ARE YOU ABOUT? WHAT DO YOU WANT OUT OF LIFE? ARE YOU HAPPY WITH YOURSELF? CAN YOU FREE YOUR MIND? CAN YOU OPEN YOUR HEARTS? CAN YOU COMMIT? DO YOU KNOW WHEN TO WALK AWAY? WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE IN? DO YOU HAVE CONFIDENCE? ARE YOU IN YOUR OWN PRISON--YOUR MIND, YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR RELATIONSHIP STATUS?

WISDOM COMES WITH TIME, EXPERIENCE, EDUCATION, HARD WORK, SERVICE, LOYALTY, PURPOSE, AND TRAVELING.

At the end of the day, who do you want to be with?

Woman - Wise can deliver the world or drop the world, age 41 -- looks better than 20 & 30 year old GIRLS. Does not care about money, fame, status, power because the game was scheduled and unfortunately, unaware of the OP -- she walked, ran, sprinted STOLE the Flag, and won the game.

Everyone wants to still run their mouths, try to control a man, and those hos, have no power, position, fame, etc. They are with or around you because of who you are, what you have done, and what you can give them---in my opinion that is abuse of power and targeting someone to manipulating them to do what you want them to do.

I like structure, things to be done a certain way because I like cleanliness, organization, faith, love, hope, trust, and loyalty.

I would not cop an attitude with everyone, if I did not feel like the world was against me. Hint, hint -- I don’t trust authority figures because I was molested, abused, targeted, almost died several times, lied to, cheated on, setups, smear campaigns, gossiped about, bullied, beat on, yelled at, called names, jealous women everywhere so dumb they forget I have a hunger against Human Trafficking. People are on this RACISM BULL SHIT.

Its 2020, Racism = IGNORANCE AND IGNORANCE IS NOT BLISS ANYMORE, IGNORANCE IS DEADLY.

Basic belief system of Karma, it is a metaphysical/paranormal reality that is mixed with real, artificial, and soon-to-be virtual reality. It is what it is.

What you set your mind, what you do and the thoughts and actions you put into the world will either grant you your dreams or come back times three by the of karma, what goes around, comes around.

I want/will do good and be a good role model for everyone. I am going to teach, help you, do what I want, when I want, how I want because I know my worth, my value, and what I can GURANTEE/DELIVER.

Greed, jealousy, laziness, and all the ugly things that are in the world

WILL

get you no where but hungry, lonely but free, penniless, candy-less, eliminate sports.

COMMIT OR QUIT

MY MISSION WILL ENDURE AND CARRY ON UNTIL I FEEL MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I DO NOT HAVE A FAILURE TO THRIVE AND I DO NOT LACK A WILL TO LIVE.

MY ISNT OVER, YET;

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HypMic 7 - 9 | Maou-jou 5 - 6 | Akudama Drive 6 - 8 | I7 s2 6 - 9 | Taiso Samurai 5 - 6

HypMic 7

I will never not laugh at the content advisory, haha.

I like Kazuha already. Too bad he’s probably evil…

Oh, is it the day of the DRB in the series already…? Or maybe, because it’s the qualifiers, BB and MTC’s match is on a different day to FP and MTR’s.

Oh? Does Tom know Jakurai well enough to call him “Jakurai-sensei”? (<- middle ground between “Jinguji-sensei/Sensei” and “Jakurai”) Also, Tom uses “ore”.

Ooh, Iris is a motorbike rider, eh? Interesting. I thought they (<- not sure if Iris is a “she” or “he” with a really weird name) were more of a Saburo-type and didn’t bother with things like that, based on their appearance. Update: Someone on Yahoo Answers said based on Iris’s watashi, she is a woman.

Typo fixed! Good job, anime staff! Update: I’m referring to “…darkest hour is just before the down” (sic).

…bukkorosu = “f***in’ slaughter ‘em”. It’s not wrong…it’s just the subbers really like to abuse the F word for MTC. But you knew that already if you got this far…right?

LOL, Ramuda wants to “scratch [Rex’s] back” (figuratively) to…get SNS views? Hahaha.

This Studio Alita is probably a reference to Shinjuku Alta.

Yotsutsuji!!! That was the one big spoiler I got before watching the episode today and I’m so happy I got to see him animated!

(One of) Irihatoma and Degarashi refer to Jakurai as “Jakurai-sensei” as well. Hmm, I never noticed. Update: That’s Degarashi, because Irihatoma speaks to Jakurai alone later this ep.

There’s 50% chance I’m getting this wrong, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say Kazuha is voiced by a veteran VA…one I already know about.

Doppo calls Kazuha by his first name…That upgrade means their relationship escalated quickly (or this is a quirk of HypMic in general, since I noticed most characters are on first name basis with each other). Also, it’s cute Doppo finally has someone in his corner. No other part of the franchise has one, to my memory. Update: It might actually be “Kazuha-kun”…but I’m still surprised though. Update 2: It’s both, actually.

I’ve listened to the phrase “some random guy” several times from Hifumi’s mouth and all I can figure out is the “yatsu” at the end. (Doesn’t help my ears blocked themselves up again, although it’s less than it used to be.)

Harumi Wharf.

R? On a helicopter landing pad?

…uh oh. I was right when I thought Kazuha was going to be evil. Also, Doppler shift/effect. Update: “Doppler” is clearly a pun on “Doppo”.

Hmm? “Hey, Doppo” from “yaa”…it doesn’t have a name referred in there. It’s a small but odd thing to do. (I remember a professional translator was complaining that people with intermediate Japanese were giving them flak for translating things “wrong”, but what I do here is analysis for my future and edificiation. I’m not here to knock down pro translators’ doors and demand a refund, because I’m trying to go pro to atone for my sins as a scanlator.)

The soundtrack’s slightly sinister tone, plus the fact I figured the culprit well before Doppo did, makes me slightly scared…for MTR.

I realised they skimped on the budget…this “hot off the car chase” line seems more like an MTC line, doesn’t it…?...Yeah, it’s almost word for word for MTC in DRB+. Maybe the subbers rushed and used this translation (this link I put here) rather than their actual lyrics…? I will have to get to the bottom of this. Update: Turns out the translation is slightly different, but…yes, there is reference to a car chase in the start of Shinjuku Style. (Sorry, I don’t know every lyrics of every song off the top of my head.)

…wow, this got really Doppo-centric. I’ve never seen the leader relinquish their position when it comes to “leading into battle” before. It just goes to show the staff really do pay attention to how popular Doppo is.

Note “Doppo” means “walk alone”, roughly speaking, hence the “solitary” line.

This song is very, very faithful to its original lyrics, because I was trying to look at Hifumi’s “mixing paint” line and it pretty much matches.

Hifumi’s “my men”, LOL.

Kazuha = “one leaf”, hence the “leaves” in one of Jakurai’s lines.

I cringe every time I hear screaming coming from this episode, y’know…?

…oh dear. MTC’s plot actually bled into MTR’s.

I already knew from browsing Twitter earlier today that Kizuna was going to become FP’s today, but hearing it is another matter entirely.

Kosuke Miyoshi is Kazuha. Apparently, this guy also voiced Mashirao Ojiro (the tail guy) from BnHA, but that’s his only major role…so I was right in that I knew him, but wrong in that he was, again, a relative rookie in comparison to most.

Apparently FP’s sign is a peace sign sideways to represent an F, but…it’s just a sideways peace sign to me…

…how is Dice’s bead ornament attached to him? Is it on his hair, on his ear, on the skin behind his ear…? I was trying to replicate his outfit and got stuck on how to represent it, so I ended up opting for trying (and failing) to do a small braid on the right side.

IWGP shows up this season…it’s the song with the “hoo!” noise BB perform in this episode.

LOL, “Dead men tell no tales” is a perfect saying for MTC.

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Is there a movie called “Brother”…? There’s apparently one that’s the plural of that, but not that itself.

If HypMic likes the F bomb, then Akudama like the S word.

I-Is it just me or is the choreography sped up at some points in this episode…? It’s a bit disorienting to come back to.

I thought the kid was a robot…but close enough.

Oh no! Why does the teacher always have to die for the student to become stronger???

Kairaku/shugi -> pleasure/doctrine (if I didn’t somehow misunderstand the shark’s kanji combo),

The part after the ED looks a little too long…keep watching.

The Japanese says “Lost Children”, but the English says “The City of Lost Children”, probably referring to this French sci-fi film.

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I like how Gaku is taking special offence to Yamato’s comments about him being a playboy.

Re:vale-san. I never noticed until now.

“I’m already looking forward to it.” That’s how I would translate Tsumugi’s “I’m already excited”.

“…who could possibly complain?” – I think Mitsuki might.

The pun in the MEZZO show is that tai (group/squad) sounds the same as tai (want to ~). Rabbinsta is obviously Instagram + Rabbit (Chat?).

Oh my gosh! It’s the Yotsuba sister!

Mitsuki’s shopping trip OST is nice, man. This piano.

This episode has a really great sense of danger and foreboding for the future.

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Perfection Gimmick. Never heard it in the anime before.

Even the ramen house’s name is a play on “Idolish7”.

LOL, Yamato sure turned that comment around.

The sign talking about beer says something about coupons below it. (It went by too fast and my CR app’s kinda fiddly, so I can’t really go back…)

Kimi to Ai na Night (pun on Idolish7, aka “AiNana”, again).

Mitsuki, no one hates you! You’re just imagining it all!

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Momo hugely resembles Sasara, right down to the highlights on the hair…

“…you’re so handsome…” – I’m dying on the inside here, people! *laps up the BL pandering with a derpy smile on my face*

Banri and Tsumugi haven’t been focussed on lately…they’re clearly doing something regarding Banri’s ties with Re:vale, but I can’t quite figure out what that “something” is.

Why is there a basketball and a football in the back of the Takanashi office…?

Please don’t run in heels, Tsumugi…

“I love Idolish7!” - Ah, despite my quibbles, Tsumugi is good after all.

“making one’s best exertions” – Why do those words on the cup worry me a bit…?

Isn’t “I’m watching you” a creepy statement…?

Apparently Tamaki’s symbol is mp (mezzo pianissimo), hence Sougo’s words.

…my gosh! Aya’s foster father is Kujou?!

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If I heard it right, Tenn’s line was “I can be your idol”, not “your prince”.

“Older Izumi” - …ah, poor Mitsuki.

“Damn you, sexy beast…” – LOL!

…aw, I think this is the first time my heart has been lightened by Tsunashi’s laugh. He’s a good boy.

The chibis…I’m still trying to get used to them…

As a song once said, “You can’t please everyone so you just gotta please yourself.” (Blah blah blah, something about garden parties…)

Takao what now???...okay, Takao Dayuu.

…You’re lucky that wasn’t Tenn doing Takao Dayuu. It would’ve been very “Gentaro does his courtesan voice” if it was.

Nagi doesn’t overpronounce things as much in this season. It’s…pleasant, actually. Give me more of that.

Nagi’s “Oh my god!” was hilarious.

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Ra (ら) and ro (ろ) look kinda similar in hiragana.

Even without the audio, I can guess the words were “yarubeki koto” (things you should do) -> shachihoko.

The texts are written in gyaru-moji. Gyaru-moji is basically indecipherable to anyone who doesn’t know how it works – kind of like the common teen vernacular, to be honest (LOL…?) – and so the subs actually kind of ruin the confusingness of it all, but they did slightly better when they went “UR”.

Movie shiritori! But…has it really been half a year since Leo started? I feel slightly robbed about that plotline with the Men in Black right now…(then again, HypMic is just as bad about important plotlines, if not worse, so…I’m going to be patient and not complain.)

July 5th…Rei is a Cancer…?

They’re…finally moving on this Men in Black plotline! I only complained two points ago! Thank you, staff, for listening to my complaints (…?).

Moon Land finished recently, so I wonder if I’ll lose interest in this anime from here on out…? There was a Pommel Horse Prince in that.

Moon Land taught me that gymnastics has a lot of skills named after their creators, much like the Aragaki previously. The score is out of 10 for both D (difficulty) and E (execution), meaning a 20 is the best you can do, but the judges can get really picky...

The word for “vault” literally means “leaping/jumping horse”…makes sense.

Some of these names are names I’m familiar with from Moon Land already…but I never remember what the skills look like.

…welp, Leo just proved he really is a ninja after all.

Dr Stone’s s2 had its ED announced to be “Koe?” by Hatena and “Yume?” here really makes a theme…does Hatena give all their song titles question marks on the end?

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Colour gangs? Like in IWGP?

It’s nice to see they’re (Jotaro and Rei) communicating properly for the first time in possibly this entire anime.

On the wall, that thing is an evacuation map…of some sort.

…I’ve always wondered: if a bird eats chicken, does that count as cannibalism?

This is like thw Makkachin incident all over again (in YoI).

“…there’s no reason for you to grin and bear it.”

…Leo and Jotaro, both are so dense! Boys *shakes head*.

BB? More like ET (LOL)!

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…I didn’t even notice the cast was all dudes bar the princess at this point.

Tatakau Onnatachi. It could mean “fighting women” or “female warriors”.

I’m still vaguely pissed that Kirito is here under my nose…darn Demon King!!!

One of the harpy’s recent worries was that she wanted to become friends with the princess…That’s kinda cute…

Didn’t Syalis already get the coffin that one time? Or did it get confiscated?

*eyes sparkle* Cloud…I’d like to sleep on a cloud…*dreamy look on face* Cloud.

This is basically Princess, ‘Tis Time for Torture in reverse.

Is it “make do” or “make due”…?

I don’t think I need to explain the joke where the harpy is happy.

Gendo pose!

I wonder if the bed or the sheets will talk to her (Syalis) someday?

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The New Gearbolt’s quote is “guruguru dokkan”, which is just a bunch of sound effects. It would translate to something like “whir-whir-thud”.

Underwear episodes are some of the worst episodes ever…they’re so juvenile…I dropped at least one series based on the underwear episode alone.

Ah! The seal on the ice monster’s shoulder! Too cute!

How can a mechanical princess mecha (…thing?) have worries?

LOL, never underestimate the hilarity of the teddy demons ganging up on the Demon King.

I like how the Japanese pointed out the demons only moved the princess.

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I thought the robberies were Kazuha’s doing…? Or is this a separate case?

Samatoki answering his phone with his feet up…LOL, there’s just something funny about it. It shows he’s just so badass, he can get away with it.

Riou’s hacking (?) skills come to the fore again. (Or is that listening to enemy intel?)

Ooh, Iris is sassy. I love her already.

…er, Samatoki? Blowing cigarette smoke into Jyuto’s face is just rude…

“…don’t hang up your gloves.” – Considering Jyuto has his red gloves…LOL.

What the heck is that backing track when the 2nd car moved out? That’s a cool track.

Ah! Iris is a Saburo-type…LOL, Saburo’s fake identity.

“a cop who’s in with the yakuza” - Wow, way to diss your own teammate, Samatoki.

For a guy who was only just in the water, Riou doesn’t even look wet.

“2 DIE 4” – Hmm? So did the anime staff know what Riou’s 2nd round song title was at the time…? Update: Judging by the name “Requiem” dropped in the next episode, I would say yes.

“…f*** the police…” - Wow, way to diss your own teammate, Samatoki. X2

Hmm? In Riou’s rap bit near the end, he goes “mad warrior” and that rhymes (in a very loose way of speaking) with “Mad Trigger”. The English didn’t keep that.

I remember seeing a spoiler which said that line (the one about slaves)…but seriously, Jyuto is such a “sexy revenge cop” (as someone once said – I think it might be Slug, or an anon to Slug) that literally nothing else seems to matter about him.

Why do they subtitle the laughing??? I still have no idea.

“Sgt. Iruma”? The guy just says “Iruma-san”. Is he a sergant or some other rank? Update: Yes. (As in, he is a sergant.)

I’ve never actually seen Ramuda sleep in a bed before, come to think of it. Does he not have a bed?

I would assume Gentaro is going…but he said he won’t be going, then negated that and then negated it again. Unless the 2nd time was him admitting it was a lie the first time…is he going or not???

“shinsetsu no human” – (Spoilers for later on/manga)…Yes, that’s actually what Ramuda says. It’s as if Ramuda subtly admits, right there, he isn’t human.

Nodo = throat…If this were translated more literally, it would sound pretty clunky.

“…rappa no inochi…paa!” – Yep, the subbers got the gist of the joke there.

Dice is basically a worm at this point…He’s squirming like one, anyway.

That “number of pips facing up” thing has got to be foreshadowing for something, y’know? Nothing in a story ever goes to waste. Also, it’s likely the dice are weighted or something…

…yep, there you go.

That voice Gentaro used for “I despise lies” was amusing…because it’s so different to his normal voice, and because Gentaro is a serial liar.

The 2nd song…which I already know is called “JACKPOT” from browsing Twitter earlier today…was a bunch of fun.

Udagawacho.

Hmm…emphasis on the candy. I wonder what that means? (<- already knows, I just want to keep it a secret from you, dear reader, if you don’t know it too)

ANIME SHOP is so clearly a pun on Animate, including the colours, that I can’t even…LOL.

FP’s Kizuna sounds distinctly different to the others…probably because of Ramuda. It’s mostly Ramuda carrying the tune there.

“Life is what you make it.” – Hmm, an interesting quote for sure.

HypMic 9

…welp, they don’t call it Fling Posse for nothin’.

I didn’t believe my ears, so I went and listened to it again. Sure enough, Ichiro calls Jakurai -san, not -sensei.

Ramuda’s normal voice! Things are getting serious~!

“Hifuming”? Is that a deliberate choice on the translators’ part? Or is it a mishearing?

…I’m laughing at how Samatoki called Ichiro a “hypocritical piece of s***”. I know the “s***” part is correct at minimum from the audio.

I believe Samatoki said -san, not -sama when he asked for an honorific. Hmm, interesting.

I knew this would get animated, but…I still can’t believe I’m watching it! Amazing…absolutely amazing.

If you’re wondering…yes, that long thing is her entire title and name. It’s said the name “Kadenokouji” is the longest Japanese surname in existence.

I remember reading a tweet earlier today that said somebody wanted “Altercation! Altercation! Altercation!” as a song title…and now I LOL, because the subbers made Gentaro say the exact same word.

Hmm…I only just noticed BB are the only ones with bags. They probably came last, but who took the others’ bags into Chuoku…? Update: Some of the others did have bags, I just never spotted them. For instance, Riou is carrying a large black rectangular bag, but Samatoki and Jyuto don’t have any. Jakurai has the bag from his TDD days.

The 2nd DRB brackets got announced today. BB vs DH, MTR vs BAT, FP vs MTC, rolling out across Japan (and Japan only due to COVID) in 2021.

“What happened between you and him?” - I was going “who?” in Cantonese (as I sometimes do), but turns out they’re just referring to Samatoki.

This is exactly as it played out in the drama tracks and manga…exactly what I was waiting for all this time! So good, dangit!

LOL, in the future, we will have camera drones working our concerts like they do in the DRBs…I think (?)

I wonder what Dice is thinking right now, seeing Otome on the screen…hmm…

…gah! Airhorn! Airhorn to the ears! *tilts to side due to sound*

I still kind of remember Slug’s take on the final battle…”The popo? More like the poopoo!” (or something like that). *sniggers*

The little barking bit after Jiro’s verse was…kinda cute, actually.

…ow, these are some burn-ass words. See? This is the power of the DRB!

…eh? Riou’s mic has his MC name on it. Don’t think I’ve seen that in any other part of the series.

Hoh, Riou even made references to Saburo’s character songs.

You can see “Hc” on Samatoki’s mic too…probably another case of his MC name, but partially obscured by his hand.

Aw, “Samatoki no sabaku toki” is a good lyric. Why couldn’t you try to keep that, instead of translating it literally to “judgement day for Samatoki”?

You can hear a thumping beat in the background when Samatoki prepares himself. That seems to be a similar way to how ARB treats this stuff.

“I’m THE Samatoki” – “Samatoki-sama da”.

I think it was really cool to show Samatoki handing the song over to Riou, but it also indicates there’s a disjunct in the lyrics that would cause such a thing. From this, maybe Riou is MTC’s weak link…?

Skeletons with katanas! Is that not cool?!?

…hey, that joined words thing Ichiro does…I would assume that’s what Rhyme Strike looks like in the HypMic universe?

Notice Samatoki took the word “signal” from Ichiro’s part and put it into his own one.

“Today is a good day to die.” – *eyes bulge* Oh…gosh. What a quote. Update: Someone theorised Ichijiku wrote these titles (the last 2), but someone else – like me – theorised this quote was what FP and M fans thought for this battle.

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…that’s one twisted kid.

Never threaten to kill a kid who can regenerate far better than you, Hoodlum.

Brawler is still in the OP…it’s kind of saddening to see him now.

I noticed a certain character appears on the Executioners’ hands if you pause at the right moment in the OP. It’s the first character in shori (management).

Bunny: set meal/Shark: roasted meat (yakiniku)

…This sounds a heck of a lot like the genbaku dome (Hiroshima Peace Park).

Bunny and Shark’s shirts together: Idiot -> Shark: Bone

Actually, this also reminds me of the Osaka Expo held in 1970. I loved writing about that event – it was just so fun to write about.

This anime is like Appare-Ranman’s sequel, except without the racing and crazy racial stereotypes (although there are still crazy stereotypes).

…whoa! This scene is going on the end of year list for sure. Just…have to remember this scene, where all the children disappeared, exists.

…”The City of Lost Children” is an apt title for this episode.

(HypMic spoilers!) I wonder if they’ll reveal that Ramuda is a clone in what’s left of the HypMic anime?

…oof, Doctor’s a filthy traitor!

Rule number 1 of fighting: never yell out “Smokescreen!” when the smokescreen is meant to cover you.

…LOL, dark censorship bar. Please wait for the Blu-Rays to see this scene uncensored.

What the heck?! The countdown went from 7 to 0 so fast!

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Black Rain, huh? *checks* It’s a movie about a pair of New York policemen who have to save a Japanese gangster from his death.

…don’t jinx it, Swindler!

Your brother isn’t on the moon, Sister. It’s just your dreams on there.

Notice “Neo Lake Biwa” actually has “Reiku” in its name, as opposed to, say, “mizuumi” or “ike” (the Japanese equivalent).

You can still see where Doctor stitched herself up.

What did Doctor “hold on to”?

Way to monologue through the whole morality thing… (<- not as satisfied as they would like from this scene)

I wonder if the seal is electronically tracked…

Tsubo = pot, vase…*thinks about drugs* (Not that pot.)

“…I’ll make you into a real man.” – More like a eunuch, LOL. (partially sarcastic)

I recall from Sarazanmai that “pair look” is the term for “twinsies” in Japanese.

Oh! Swindler kind of looks like the Executioner Boss now.

…I find it ironic that Swindler had long hair up until not too long ago.

Can to the eye! Ouch! That’s gotta be worse than a lightsaber…er, jitte to the eye!

This makes me wonder…was Courier a rich kid once…?

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Repentance Pt. 7

Please read all warnings!

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Warnings: suspense (is that even a warning?)

Word Count: 2394

Jimin was a skilled hitman in one of Gwangju’s notorious Mafia families. When tragedy struck him personally, he began to regret his lifestyle. He was haunted in his dreams by the lives he took and the families he destroyed. Setting a plan into action that would change everything, he went into hiding. Can a mysterious young woman who showed up at his hideaway doorstep convince him to change his mind?

WARNING: THIS FIC HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, AS IT IS NSFW. DON’T THINK WE WON’T KNOW IF YOU DID, WE HAVE OUR WAYS

mmmmmm!! sweaty hot Jimin! cr. to gif owner

“It’s a deal. But you have to put in the effort too. You can’t fight me at every turn. Promise me.”

“I promise” Jimin walked away from the closet and sat back down on the bed. Lifting the covers, he crawled back in and immediately wrapped you in his arms.

“This is the first thing that proves you have changed. Letting someone get close to you.” You peered up at him through damp lashes.

“That’s not fair, I wasn't ready for that.” He laughed lightly into your hair before pressing his lips to your head.

“Hey. I got pull out all the stops. I have something riding on this deal.” you smiled at him as he gave you a quizzical look.

“What’s that?”

“You.” you kissed his jaw, then closed your eyes, sleep overcoming you in mere minutes.

Morning came to quickly, and you were awakened by the aroma of food cooking. Getting out of bed, you walked to the kitchen, watching him cook as he hummed a tune. You leaned against the door frame, smiling to yourself when he turned around and saw you.

“Morning sleepyhead. Breakfast is ready. Go have a seat.” You took a seat on the couch, thanking him for the food when he handed it to you. “I was thinking that since we have another week here, we need to get some more food. How, I don’t know yet. I can hunt for some meat, and there is a creek near here that I can get some water from. As for the other stuff we may need, we’ll either have to do without or figure out a way to get them.”

You were suddenly consumed with worry. You hoped that he wasn’t planning on going into town. You were being searched for, and who knew if he was on a list now or not with being gone for so long already. Plus you didn’t have a phone and his was shut off. The generator was getting low on fuel too. That would mean that you were going to have to rely on good old fashioned wood for fire and and heating water for baths. The water supply would get low too if there wasn’t any rain coming soon.

“You can hunt for meat, I can search around here for wild berries and nuts. We need to bring some wood in to dry.” you were rambling off thoughts as he just sat back and watched you take over. A bemused smile crossed his lips and you paused when you caught it.

“What’s so funny?” You cocked your head, smiling back at him as you looked at the little wrinkles that came up around his eyes as he smiled.

“Just laughing at you. Taking over like every other woman. It’s amusing, that’s all.” He sat up leaning forward and crossing his arms on the table. “We need to get gas for the generator. If we have a fire in here, someone will be sure to see the smoke. The less to attract attention to us, the better. I can go at night, when I’m less likely to be noticed.”

“Jimin, you can’t go into town! They are probably still looking for me. On top of that, they may be looking for you too. We will just have to mae do with what we have here.” You looked around the small cabin. There wasn’t much space, so it might be possible to stay warm without a fire for a week.

“I have kerosene in the storage shed out back for the lanterns and lights. The generator has another day, two tops, of gas left. After that, we won’t have much to keep things warm.”

“We have each other.” Your smile tugged at his heart. He hoped you weren’t getting your hopes up, but he didn’t want to bring you down.

“Yeah, we do. But, after the generator goes out, how are we going to cook any food? “ You came and joined him at the small table. He was right, without the generator, your diets would be drastically dwindled. Mulling the choices over, you had come to the conclusion that a diet of berries and nuts was, literally, for the birds. Jimin watched as your expressions changed, almost as fast as traffic changed lanes on a speeding highway. First he recognized curiosity, the contemplation, then finally disgust.

“Y/N, I really need to go into town. I promise that I will be safe. You have to remember, hiding is part of my job, or at least was.” the way his eyes closed to the memories had you aching physically. You want to wrap your arms around him and tell him that is was going to be okay. That what he did, he did because of survival. You longed to tell him that, even with his past, he was a good person at his core.

“I still think we can make do without you risking getting seen. You owe me a week, Jimin.I am not going to let you run the chance of getting out of our deal. We will be fine after the generator goes out. We are in the woods, there is cover here. We can fish, gather nut and berries. We can cook over a small fire.” You were on a tangent, and no signs of stopping. Jimin placed his hand over yours on the table. You sighed deeply, your head lifting to meet his eyes looking at you.

“If it really bothers you that much, then I won’t go. We will figure everything out.” He let out a long breath, his shoulders slumping. How is it that a stranger could change his plans in such a short time? How is it that you, with those soft lips and doe like eyes that were currently staring back at him, make his resolve waiver? Didn’t he deserve the same fate he dealt his victims?

He knew what his wife would of told him.

Jimin, you deserve the best life has to offer. You deserve to be happy.

“We had better get things going. We have less than two days to gather, prep, and cook as much as we can for when the power goes out.” He stood up, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. You followed suit, rising to your feet. You watched as he placed his gun in his back pocket, grabbed the hunting knife from the counter and headed for the door. Grabbing the handle, he turned to you.

“Don’t leave this cabin, under any circumstance. Do you understand? Lock the door behind me. If I am not back by dark, there is a hidden hideout. The opening is under the couch. Take a lantern and get in there.” He pointed to the couch, and you had to stoop down to see where he was directing you.

“What if you don’t come back? How long am I supposed to stay in there until I know for sure your not coming back?” The look of desperation etched in your features made him want to pull you close in his arms.

“I will be back, what I told you is just for ‘in case’ im late. I’m just going hunting for some meat to make into jerky while we still have the stove. Lock the door, Y/N. Don’t answer for anyone.” He waited for you to join him at the door. He ran his knuckles over your cheek, trying anything to calm you down.

“How will you get back in?” You leaned into his touch, savoring the sensation in case it would be the last.

“Don’t worry about that, okay. Just do things around her to get prepared. Chop of vegetables, was clothes in the sink, just something to take your mind off of worrying.” With that, he turned the handle and was out the door. You quickly locked both deadbolt locks then turned to look around. You had plenty to do and, hopefully he was right, it would occupy your mind long enough until he returned.

You brewed some coffee in the french press, savoring the warmth it gave you. The nights were beginning to cool down, beckoning to the arrival of Autumn. You gazed out the window wondering which direction Jimin had headed. You remember there being a small creek to the left of the cabin you had passed coming there that first night. You mind recalled the past few days. In such a short time, you had become fond of Jimin. After a few hours of initial hours of despising him, he finally dropped his tough act and allowed you a glimpse of who he really was.

You took your coffee and went into the small bedroom. Checking out the small wound on your side, you removed the dressing then took a quick shower. You hurried as fast as you could, not wanting to waste too much water. Redressing the healing wound, you rummaged through Jimin’s closet, in search of something to wear. You found a white T-shirt and a pair of lounge pants in a duffle bag. Slipping the clothes on, you had to chuckle to yourself. You had to pull the drawstring tight to keep his pants from falling off your hips. The shirt fit loosely, making you look even smaller than you already were. Tying a knot at the hem, you set about straightening up the bedroom first.

After you picked up dirty clothes and made the bed, you took the clothes to the kitchen and set them on the floor by the sink. You cleaned the dishes from breakfast, drying them and putting them back the cabinets. You then filled the sink up with hot water, setting the dirty clothes in. You used the castile soap to wash them best you could. Once all of the articles were washed and rinsed, you headed for the back door to hang them to dry. Peering out through the small window, you made sure no one was around. You stepped out into the sun, the warmth enveloping you in its light. You laid out the clothes on the railing of the small porch. You gave yourself a few moments to enjoy the feel of being outside. The air was heating up, the aroma of nature filled your nostrils. Scanning your surroundings, you ventured out a few feet into the woods, eyes focused on the ground for anything that could be edible. Untying your shirt, you gathered some berries in the makeshift pouch. Heading back inside, you laid them out on the counter, popping one in your mouth. It was sweet and a bit tart. You savored the juices that swirled around your tongue.

The day was past halfway over, and still no sign of Jimin returning. You willed yourself not to start worrying, yet. You sat on the small couch, pulling your feet under you. You wondered how Jimin could stand being here alone. The silence set your nerves on end, your fear making you jump with any sound from outside. With each minute that passed, your fear heightened.

After another hour passed, you noticed the sun was starting to descend. The couch you were sitting on was over the hidden safeplace. Getting up slowly, you strained to listen to the sounds coming through the thin windows. There was no evidence of Jimin, so you rose from the couch. Leaning down, you put your hands on the front of the couch, pushing it backwards. You took your time, moving an inch at a time. Clearing the distance, you rolled back the worn rug. You had to look hard, but you finally spotted what you were looking for. Hidden among the hard dirt and wooden planks, there was a dip. Sweeping away the dirt, you noticed a dark metal latch. Looking back over your shoulder, you saw the sunlight had faded into dusk. Rushing to the small table, you picked up one of the lanterns, flicking the power button on to test if it worked. Satisfied when it immediately turned on, you carried back. Lifting the makeshift door, you lowered the lantern down, seeing that there was enough space for, at the most, three people. Setting your light on the dirt floor, you reached back through the opening, you pulled the rug back over, letting it hang over the raised door. Lowering it all the way down, you settled down, pushing your back against the cold dirt wall. You placed the lantern between your legs, dimming the already pale light. Time went by at a snail’s pace, the seconds ticking away one by one. You were startled by the sound of the front door rattling, the two deadbolts holding it closed tightly. There was quiet, then the sound of the back door being jostled.

Shit!

You suddenly recalled that you didn’t lock the back door again after you placed the clothes outside. You immediately turned the lantern off, the darkness engulfing you in a shroud. Heavy footfalls echoed overhead, a shiver running down your spine as you covered you mouth to muffle your breathing. The footsteps halted but you couldn’t tell where the person was in the space above. A few moments later, they began again, first getting more distant then coming nearer. You held your breath, time standing still as you heard the footsteps come directly above you. Your lungs burned and ached, begging for your body to give them relief. You exhaled slowly, inhaling sharply through your nose in an effort to make less noise. There was a sound of something raking across the floor above. A rattle of the door made you bite hard into you bottom lip, a metallic taste in your mouth telling you that you had drawn blood. Tears formed, blurring your vision. Your body shook, your racing heart beating audibly in your ears. You kept your eyes fixated overhead, no visible sign of light along the perimeter of the opening. You heard a light thud, suspecting it to be the rug being throw back. A sweeping sound drifted into the small space you occupied, goosebumps making the hairs on your arms and at the back of your head stand on end. Without a warning, the door was flung open, a dark figure crouched over and looking in. You screamed out, unable to contain the terror that filled you.

“No!”

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Seek Vol.14 Taemin Interview Q: what did you do inside the airplane? A: sleep! Haha jk lately I always watch movie and eat. Also I am preparing for mini album (this interview was on june). I like japanese set meal so inside the plane I dont sleep but I eat plane foods Q: When you come to japan, whats the thing you need to bring? A: iPad. Q: then, whats a thing you need to buy and bring back from japan? A: in convenience store, a cup noddle named (蒙古タンメン). In korea, I suddenly remember the taste and it makes me want to eat that. But I barely eat in jp haha. I am planning to bring back 10 pieces to korea. Q: lately, you went to japanese variety show a lot did you make any experience? A: recently, I went to syabekuri 007! It was a big thing for me. First time I talk and laugh a lot with the mcs. If I went to variety show with SHINee, I barely talk so when I went alone it was new for me. I was doing my best! I was nervous and there is no script but I was thinking I should do it!! If I have a chance to appear again, I want to do a sitcom haha. I want to do gag like “take ton bo man” Q: since we went to place for a date today, which one is your fav? A: I choose theme park! But honestly I never went by myself (not for a work). I dont like place where there is a lot of people. I went for a photoshoot, I like to ride something that is thrilling! Q: so between members, who is the best at making plan for dating? A: Key! He knows a lot of information. Maybe, he is nice to his friends and a girl. I think it will be good if he become nicer to SHINee members hehehe Q: so.. who is bad at making plan for dating? A: of course Onew hyung! Why? Because he is a person that went to place that he want to go(?) even if it is a date, eventho it is a dangerous place- he probably went without thinking about his partner haha Q: then first place is Key and last place is Onew?? Who is the second and third? A: ah is it fine if I get included? Then I am the first! Key is second then Minho is third then last one is Onew. I am always the first I dont wanna lose haha. But, I will do my best to make it fun then, because of that I have a high value, number 1 haha. I have talent and effort so the result probably come out.. but Minho.. eventho he put effort the result isn’t that good haha. He isn’t a good type because he is too gentleman HAHA Q: if you bring member to go around japan- how? A: rather than me bringing them, I want to go to a place that I went before with Onew hyung and Minho hyung. Because they like foods and they have same taste as me. Until now, we have been to a place that I recommended I want Key to recommend me a place! Because he is very detailed.. Q: between Key and Taemin, which one is more detailed? A: ofc Key! He has a lot of friends in japan and he knows a lot of info. He knows the trend in japan really fast Q: so did you get in touch with other members lately? A: yeah, even if there is nothing.. we always contact each other to give encouragement. They always ask “today do u have concert?” Or “how are you?” And I always ask them “do u wanna say anything to shawols?” Yesterday, I contacted Key eventho it takes time for him to reply he replies! I asked why he replies late and Key answered “i was sleeping”. Q: What did you like recently? A: I am into foods like chinese foods I like hotpot. Last year hall tour, I dont realize it that time but when I think about it I gain more weight and I was shock haha. Now, to prevent that I am gonna exercise!! Q: what did you do recently for ur body? A: exercise. I am doing muscle training. It is not because I want to build muscle but its more like if I have muscle I can have more energy. Then, I drink vitamin and omega around 5 supplements a day Q: what make you happy recently? A: I went to eat a hamburger steak at a restaurant named “sawayaka さわやか” (in shizuoka). It taste really delicious I am so happy! The staffs recommended me that. Q: did you lost anything recently? A: Nothing haha maybe there is but I don’t realize.. ah! But, during sapporo concert I left my earphone case at the car also I left my phone charger at the hotel but the hotel return it to me haha. I know a lot of fans are worried because I lost a lot of things, but most of the time i can get them back so dont worry! Haha. Q: is there anything that pissed you off recently? A: nothing but during the tour I had nightmare so when I woke up I feel unsafe. Because I am the type that thinks a lot, for example there is no one that show up in my concert.. I can’t do the concert perfectly.. I get injured.. those were my nightmares when I sleep. Recently, I have nightmare where only half of the venue filled at my concert I was really sad. But last year hall tour, I had those kind of last year hall tour I had those dreams but I can finish the tour without any injury or accident!!

Q: do you have anything that interest you recently? A: Recently, I do something that has thrill. Sky diving, bungee jumping.. then I have interest on scuba diving, I can swim inside the sea. I get scuba license at cebu. Before that, I practice at korea. I begun because there was one of my senior told me “because you are Taemin I think you will like it, so try to do it!”. Before that, I dont really have any hobby it is good if I have hobby so I went to cebu with friends. It was really cool! I tried in okinawa too Q: since we walk around today did you walk around often? A: before, I barely go out but since last year tour I often go out for a walk. Actually, I barely know the the place went for tour because I don’t go out. But, if I go out for a walk I can feel different atmosphere. Today I make a new experience by walking around tokyo like this. From now, I will go out for a walk more! Q: in japan, any place that u’ve ever been to before? A: I take a train in hiroshima! I saw autumn leaves and go to onsen in kyoto. Q: since we were walking, what do you think about walking around like this?(?) A: last year tour I was focusing on the schedule so I get pressured. Then, I tried to go out for a walk for a refreshing. I think it is important to do refreshing because it makes us feel better. So thats why, I think I will go out for a walk more. But since it is summer it is tiring because it is so hot hahaha

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Ineffable Husbands: I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine / I'm waiting for my man / Here he comes, he's all dressed in black / Beat up shoes and a big straw hat / He's never early, he's always late / First thing you learn is you always gotta wait I'm waiting for my man

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[1941, three months after the incident in the cathedral.]

Crowley was almost never on time. That was something Aziraphale had become used to in his acquaintanceship with the demon. It was as though he eschewed all rules, not just his own, arriving precisely when he meant to – and usually precisely when it would annoy Aziraphale the most.

He tried not to think on it too hard, instead breathing in the cool night air. It was tinged with the smell of smoke and burnt brick, scorched timbers rising over the skyline like skeletal fingers, but it was cool. That would have to do.

It was half past eight, the thick fingers of night creeping over the city as mandatory darkness swept through London. The sound of planes was on the edge of one’s subconscious, even for the angel, and he frowned, looking up at the starry sky. Would the Luftwaffe blot out the small pinpricks of light again tonight?

The bombings had become unpredictable, Hitler’s forces wearing themselves down against the staunch British cheerfulness that propelled them through the war. Even Aziraphale was weary, the smoke and death wearing his mortal form thin. He was sick to death of war.

That was partially what this was about. His botched attempt to lead the Fuhrer astray from his horrible plans meant that Heaven was losing this conflict. He’d not heard from the others stationed throughout France and Germany, or even Switzerland, but he was quite sure there was a reason for such radio silence.

Even as inured to violence as angels were, surely they couldn’t be immune to such horrific sights day by day, month by month. If he was as heartsick as he was, surely even a being like Gabriel might take pity, though he rarely walked the earth anymore.

It was another reason to contact the demon; he had a feeling that this wasn’t Hell’s doing. Sure, some demon might take credit for the conflict – and that demon might even be Crowley – but it was rare that demons pulled this off on a global scale. Influence was a tricky thing; one had to believe that the choice was theirs, because it was.

Aziraphale wanted to meet with Crowley to see about teaming up to end the war. Or at least, slow it down.

The first hour had him looking at his pocket watch and sighing.

The second hour had him peering through the dark with a frown.

The third hour had him marching back into the city proper to drag Crowley out of whatever hole he was hiding in. They rarely met, both being busy with the war effort on either side (not to mention botched spy activities, he thought with the tiniest wrinkle of his brow at himself). He could go months or years without seeing Crowley.

If he were honest, that was another thing. This time he’d been worried and had pushed up the next meeting.

He didn’t think Crowley had realized he was limping. Likely the hot foot had hurt more than he’d anticipated. It was compassion that caused Aziraphale to reach out.

Truly, it was.

He hurried down the avenue, avoiding the stones with preternatural grace, his sensible shoes scuffling along the crumbling pavement. He missed his oxfords, but the buttery leather had no place in war-torn London, and he’d opted for being sensible rather than fashionable, at least until this dreadful business was over.

Crowley was quite a chore to find on the best of days. While Aziraphale had his shop – at least, while the war hadn’t been on, now it was disguised in the rubble of the street and tucked away where it couldn’t be gotten at – out in the open, Crowley holed up and disappeared.

Needs’ must, of course. The righteous must be a beacon of all that’s good and upright, and that meant out in plain sight. Evil tended to hide its head from the light of day.

Thankfully, Aziraphale considered himself a bit of an expert on finding this singular specimen, and he got himself toward the tube as fast as he could, avoiding the eyes of the patrol with a little bit of prestidigitation. Thankfully, he knew better than to bother with the crowded shelters, heading for the collapsed Balham station. Still unrepaired from the bomb that had struck the street above, the station was closed, the lights out like the rest of the city.

Aziraphale had a hunch. He stepped lightly down the stairs, passing through the locked gates, picking his way through the rubble. They’d managed to clear goodly swathes of the crumbled infrastructure, but he was looking for…ah.

An access door, almost hidden off the tracks, up and out of reach of the flooding. That was what he was looking for.

He sniffed.

While he didn’t have as good a nose as the demon he was looking for, he knew exactly what he happened to be seeking, which was a large help. Under the wet, musty smell of the tube itself, the scent wafting out of the access door was familiar.

New leather, good earthy greenhouses, the hint of a campfire. There was also the scent of engine oil, very faint. Crowley had bought a car, a strikingly terrifying automobile – he’d been proud of it, showing it off to Aziraphale when he’d taken him back to his corner of London.

Crowley loved that car (as much as any demon can love anything), and drove far too fast for the war torn streets. Neither car nor owner seemed to care.

Aziraphale touched the lock, felt the tumblers turn beneath his angelic caress, and pushed the door open.

Crowley looked up from his rather plush looking chair as Aziraphale stepped into his well-appointed apartment. Fine leather seating, wood floors, carved stone walls, all of it screamed high rise apartment, all of it was buried in the walls of the Tube.

“What the devil are you doing here?” he demanded, brows drawing low over his sunglasses.

“You missed the meeting.” Aziraphale shrugged. It seemed rude to take his coat off so readily in the abode of his erstwhile enemy.

“Yes, well, I had things to do.” Crowley sniffed. “Totter on then, Angel, there’ll be bombs tonight.”

“Well, then I ought to stay here, oughtn’t I?” Aziraphale said. “You’ve carved out this cosy nook for yourself, and it’s safer deep underground.”

It seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Crowley hurled himself to his feet, only to hiss an expletive as his knees gave out. He collapsed onto the waxed wood floor, the dull thud of his body echoing in the cavernous apartment.

Aziraphale saw then that the demon’s feet were bare, wrapped in gauze that was now weeping red against the elegant arches of Crowley’s feet.

“You’re hurt.” Aziraphale said, starting forward.

“I’m fine,” he snapped. The angel stopped, dithering half a dozen paces away. “Just…just go.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said. “Let me help.”

“Are you deaf from the raids?” Crowley said, mustering enough willpower to pull himself back into his overstuffed chair. “Must be. I told you to get out.”

“Cr–”

“No!” His pale fists clenched on the good leather of the chair. Aziraphale could just see the long fingers spasm, delicate knuckles moving beneath the porcelain of his hands. “Stop it. Go home.”

Aziraphale drew himself up to his full height. His wings belled from behind him, his primaries brushing the walls as he glared at Crowley, a righteous tizzy pressing Crowley back into his seat.

A tense moment of staring became a tense moment of silence, then a tense moment of contemplation.

“Let me do this. I owe you for the books.”

“You don’t owe me shit, Angel.”

“Oh, do hush, Crowley.” Aziraphale tucked his wings away, smoothing his feathers as he did so. He shuffled forward, manifesting a small copper basin, which he set near the fireplace. It was burning without smoke, without wood, so it was all right, he reasoned.

“It’s not hellfire,” Crowley said, at his hesitation. His voice was quiet, almost thoughtful.

“I know,” Aziraphale said. How he knew, he couldn’t say.

He decided not to dwell on it.

He summoned some water, set it to heating, and went about summoning the rest of what he’d need. The foot bath was hardly a new invention, but it was something that would ease the pain in the demon’s feet.

It had been the floor of the cathedral. He’d been hopping about as though he was on hot sand, but Aziraphale had seen Crowley walk across hot sand with barely a whisper. (He may or may not have watched Crowley leave before the floods, and Eden before that.)

Carefully, he stripped the bloodied bandages from Crowley’s feet. They were nice feet, he thought, his toes elegant, long and well-formed, like his fingers. His arches were delicate, sculpted. There were no blisters or callouses on his feet, his skin just as pale here as the rest of him. Delicate veins like skeins of color in marble, and Aziraphale traced them with his gaze.

Very well made, for an angel. Fallen. He corrected himself, turning Crowley’s foot this way and that. Fallen angel. Demon.

And here he was about to clean his feet.

He decided not to dwell on that, either, and got to work.

Marring Crowley’s soles were large patches of bloodied skin. Holy ground, it would have seared him to the bone, and wouldn’t be miracled away.

And yet he’d willingly gone into the church for him. To help. Aziraphale swallowed and poured the steaming water into a wooden trough he’d summoned for him to work with.

He scraped the acacia nuts, grinding them into a fine powder, his fingers going dark as he added them to the water.

“This might sting,” he said softly.

Crowley was silent, though he could feel the demon watching him, his face inscrutable with the glasses on. Aziraphale carefully set one foot into the cooling water, carefully letting the tannins soak into Crowley’s feet. An old remedy, as old as time, and it was one of the only ways to treat these burns. They would fester otherwise.

Crowley remained silent, even as he allowed Aziraphale to manipulate his legs as he willed. The angel carefully wiped away the blood, watching Crowley’s toes curl when he hit a particularly painful spot.

It must be torturous, yet Crowley seemed more intent on watching Aziraphale than making noises of discomfort. It made the hair on the back of his nape stand straight up, as though he were back on the wall, watching the rain and lightning lash the desert, striking the sand and turning it glassy with the Almighty’s anguish after Adam and Eve fled.

Lotion of wine and myrrh, summoned from Israel. It was Important, and he snapped his fingers to bring them to him, without question of the power it would cost him this month, or the questions it would raise Upstairs.

It was Important.

Carefully, he pulled one foot at a time from the bath and dried them; he anointed them in honey, myrrh, and wine, wrapping each one in clean gauze.

Carefully, he manifested a fluffy carpet square beneath Crowley’s feet, setting them down and leaning back on his heels.

Carefully, he avoided the demon’s gaze.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley said.

His name, his True Name, startled him, and he looked up. Crowley’s glasses were gone, his lambent yellow eyes fixed on Aziraphale’s face, pupils blown wide.

It was said so softly, with such tenderness. It made him ache. It made him…

It filled him with such sadness, he thought it would fill him up and tear a chasm in him. Angels loved, indiscriminately, in that way the Almighty did. Crowley was…

He was…

Aziraphale didn’t know. Knowing would mean that he himself was Known, laid bare beneath the gaze that burned like twin stars in the firelight. Something in his eyes called to the wildness of Aziraphale’s core, and it…

It frightened him. He shouldn’t.

He couldn’t.

It wouldn’t have been right. At the same time, he knew it would have felt like coming home. How he knew, he couldn’t say.

He rose to his feet, the movement jerky, as though he were a marionette desperately trying to continue to move with half its strings cut. He snapped his fingers to clean up his mess.

“I’ll leave you be now, Crowley,” he said. He smoothed down his waistcoat, biting his lip and looking anywhere but at Crowley’s naked gaze. “Buck up, you’ll be right as rain soon enough.”

“I–” Crowley started. Aziraphale didn’t let him finish, didn’t let him fill the silence with tempting, pretty words that he was so desperate to hear.

He took his leave, hurrying from the tunnel and all but running for his bookshop.

There were no bombs that night. The silence weighed on Aziraphale like a yoke about his neck. It would be his penance.

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A2 - Chapter 7: Safety Out-Numbered Part 1

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Clementine’s hand found the handle of her machete only for her wrist to be seized by another. Cold fingers gripped her skin as she felt the presence lean in from behind her.

“Shh.” A gravelly voice whispered in her ear.

The hand pulled on the fabric of her shirt trying to turn She obliged, turning to see a person the same height as her. Under the smears of guts and gore, he wore a military green raincoat with the hood pulled up, but through the shadows, she could make out the toothy grin of someone she had never been so happy to see.

‘Willy?’ She mouthed to him with a smile as he reached out his hand to her quickly yet carefully, urging her to take it.

Taking one last look around, she took his hand as she followed him through the herd. Wiping the mix of rainwater and walker blood dripping into her eyes as she followed his careful movements turning into a near sprint as they escaped. Clementine followed around a sharp corner, smacking right into Louis and stumbling backwards.

He caught her before she fell, saving her from stumbling right back into the herd’s view. The young woman barely had time to regain her footing and smile up at him before something else threatened to knock her off her feet.

“Clem!” AJ said as he hugged her tight.

“We found them!”

“Nice of you finally show up at our little party.” Willy joked as he opened a cellar door off the side of the building, moving the squeaky hinges slowly as to not alert the dead.

“Fashionably late as usual.” Louis whispered back.

“Good thing I actually found you guys. Maybe Brody won’t be as pissed about me sneaking off.” WiIly looked back up and his face dropped.

“Who the hell are you?!”

Clementine whipped around to see Eli winded as he caught up. He looked back at Willy quizzically.

“Eli.” He waved awkwardly.

“Long story, let’s just get inside.”

---

“Hey guys, look what I found!” Willy’s voice grew to its usual excessive volume as he grinned ear to ear after the door was latched shut.

As they descended into the dim lighting of the windowless storm shelter, Clem breathed the hot musty air into her lungs. The space was lit with the unsteady light of lanterns whose batteries strained to keep going along with a few flickering candles.

The stunned faces of her friends greeted her as Clementine stepped out of the shadows with the others in tow.

“Is that them?” A frantic voice broke the silence from a cot near the far wall.

Violet’s good eye squinted in the faint light as an exasperated redhead nearly had to pin her down as she untied a darkly stained cloth from her left shoulder.

“Please sit still, Vi.” Ruby quietly begged.

“Are y’all hurt?”

The smile on her face told them she was happy for their safe return, but the weariness in her eyes said she was nearly at her wit’s end.

“We’re okay.” Clementine smiled as she let out a sigh that felt like a breath she had been holding since they arrived at the empty school.

Hearing Clementine’s voice was enough for Ruby’s efforts to calm the blonde woman to be in vain as she tore away from Ruby’s grip to hug her best friend tight.

Clementine could smell a tinge of blood as she hugged back tightly. When she finally pulled away, she saw the rip in the stained blue fabric of her shirt, revealing a nasty jagged wound in her flesh held together by small, even stitches. Fresh blood still slowly oozed out of it from her sudden movements.

“Glad you’re not dead.” Was all the injured girl could say before she stumbled back a few feet where Ruby caught her shoulder.

“She lost quite a bit of blood on the way here so she’s a little out of it.” Ruby said as she guided Vi back to the bed.

“I patched her up best I could but my medicine bag is back at the school so we’ve just been makin’ do with that we could scavenge out of here when the walkers showed up.”

“Some old uniform shirts, a few bottles of water I snagged on the way out of the school, and a mostly-looted first aid kit.” Aasim said dissatisfied.

“We also found a few cans of food but it won’t last long.”

Guess this place isn’t even a temporary shelter.

“We wanted to look for you guys but we couldn’t get around the walkers.” He continued.

“This is pretty much the only place we’ve had to rest for long.”

The school was marked so there was no going back yet, and probably not for a while. They could wait until the herd moves on to search the buildings but who knows how long that would take. The occasional boom of thunder along with the constant rapid pittering of the raindrops against the rusted door reminded her that there would be no way for them to camouflage as long as the rain poured.

Looks like we’ll be fighting our way out of here.

“Who the hell is that?” Mitch stepped forward when he noticed the stranger half-hiding behind Louis.

“I-I’m Eli.” He looked at the floor, knuckles white as he gripped his sleeves with nervousness.

“Hey, It’s alright.” Clementine calmed them, passing the boy a small smile.

“We saved him from the people that invaded the school. He knows stuff about them he can help us avoid them.”

“Does he know why they’re after us?” Aasim questioned, biting his lip.

“We barely got out of there in one piece, and then those assholes jumped us on the bridge.”

Eli only seemed to sink deeper into himself as he tried to pick his words carefully. With all eyes on the new kid, AJ stepped up right next to him.

“It’s okay.” He said with a smile.

“We know you’re not bad, so they will too.”

Eli smiled and shakily relayed what little he knew. The school’s transformation and why he was there. It wasn’t any more than what he had told them before, but it was clear that was all he knew as well.

“I just do what I’m told.” He said.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen. No one ever tells me the ‘why’ just the ‘what’.”

“You sure about this?” Brody said in a barely audible voice.

Clementine nodded in response. There was no way she could leave this kid to try to make it on his own.

“You guys got to the school?” Omar questioned.

“It must’ve been overrun. The herd came at us from all different directions just as Mitch, Brody, and Aasim got back.”

Louis paced with his brow furrowed in anger. The sights they saw of what they’d done to their home after forcing them out had to frustrate him beyond belief.

“These assholes decided to do some renovations.” He let out a short disheartened laugh.

“All the dorms were barred up and filled with walkers. Probably more in the other buildings too, but we got spotted before we saw anything else.”

His words hung in the air as a hopeless silence filled the dark dingy basement. No home, few supplies, and a herd of the dead prowling the area above them. But they were alive. That’s a better outcome than a lot of the other scenarios Clementine had been through on the road.

Even though no one spoke it was clear that the same thought danced through each of their heads:

“What do we do now?”

“Even if we can’t stay here for very long, these buildings might be our only shot to get supplies for miles.” Clementine paced as she planned.

“If the buildings are at least half-decently secured from the outside the herd shouldn’t have wandered in unprovoked. There's a few different buildings around here. Something’s gotta be left.”

“It’s risky…” Aasim pointed out.

“Who knows what’s locked in there.”

“Everything we do is risky.”

“Fair.”

“Let’s wait and see if the storm lets up.” Louis suggested.

“Check out some buildings quick and be in and out before the walkers even notice us.”

“Where will we go after?” Willy asked softly, uncertainty in his tone.

“When can we go home.”

Can we ever?

Images of the ranch came to mind. Voices of the people around her became drowned out by the distant screams of her memories.

The blood.

The fire.

The bodies falling around her.

The weight of the little boy in her arms before her balance was ripped out from under her as a bullet ripped through her leg.

The day her life and freedom were left in the ashes of the place she called home and replaced with the brutal hell that almost stole what remained of her humanity.

So much blood.

I’m covered in it.

Was this the beginning of history repeating itself? Losing her home once again just to be captured and forced into a war. Clementine suddenly felt far away from the current situation lost in the visions of what may end up being a premonition.

A gun pointed.

Innocent people screaming.

A bullet.

And her behind the trigger.

Never again…

Never…

I cant…

I’d die before I went back.

She won’t take me again.

“Clem?” A comforting presence appeared at her right.

“Are you alright?”

Clementine opened her eyes, not realizing she had closed them. Louis took her hand with a worried expression in his eyes. She wanted to respond but couldn’t force any coherent sounds from her dried throat. Pain shot up her left leg as she took a step, what remained of it begged to be released from the prosthetic as each step sent an ache down to her bone.

“Let’s get some sleep.” She mumbled out almost slurred before limping to one of the cots and nearly collapsing.

Clementine didn’t have to move to remove it, which was good, because she didn’t have the energy to. Her eyes fell shut as she pushed a deep breath from her lungs.

Louis carefully undid the straps from her thigh and gently removed the wooden leg attachment. She felt his fingers softly graze the crisscrossed scars across her stump, the skin an angry red colour and sensitive.

Louis and Ruby mumbled at the end of her bed something she couldn't comprehend as mental and physical exhaustion overcame her.

The weight of the cot shifted as someone sat down next to her. Louis’ warm hand brushed through her cold, wet curls as he hummed that song we wrote for her the night before the Delta attacked.

Normally, the song meant safety and warmth and love.

But now it brought her a creeping feeling of impending doom.

#a2 #twdg clementine #twdg louis #clouis #the walking dead game #the final season #my writing

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What If The World Ended Tomorrow? - Chapter 3

The girls follow Chloe's lead and start running back to the front of the school. Chloe is ahead of them with the bow ready, and an arrow notched. Beca finds herself surprisingly impressed with how Chloe handles the weapon. The redhead comes to a sudden stop when they get to the main hallway. With eyes widened and fear clearly reflected, she raises a hand to stop them from coming around the corner, and then ever so slowly walks backward to rejoin her friends. The alarm is still ringing so she puts up her right hand and flashes five fingers twice in quick succession, trying to convey to the others that there are ten of the Sightless in the hallway ahead.

Beca hugs the wall and eases her head around the corner to see what they are doing. They are all centered in one area, and it looks like they are trying to climb the walls. She looks up and notices that the alarm bell is located just above them near the ceiling. It appears they are trying to get to it to stop the noise.

Beca pulls back and motions for the girls to follow her. She continues to hug the opposite wall from the Sightless and slowly makes her way towards the front door. The other girls are following close behind. They each have one eye on the zombies and the other on their surroundings, just in case. Suddenly they freeze as there's an eerie screech, and then another, and another, until all ten of the Sightless are shrieking at earsplitting levels. They seem to be screeching at the alarm.

All the Bellas have their weapons ready and quietly turn as one to face the threat. They needn't have worried because the Sightless still don't seem to know they are there. Each woman feels her heart begin to beat again and, with careful steps, they all start moving toward the door. Aubrey takes the lead and slowly pushes the door open, ever so slowly, to minimize any potential noise.

From outside a Sightless is running for the door, directly at her. The noise of the alarm seems to spur it on to greater speed. Aubrey freezes, arm down, gun not ready. The creature is only a dozen feet away and will be upon her in a second. Before anyone can react Chloe releases her arrow and it catches the zombie just beneath its left eye; not five feet from Aubrey. The force of the arrow actually lifting the Sightless creature off the ground and back a foot before it crumpled to the ground.

Stacie is instantly at Aubrey's side, hand on the back of the blonde who is trying to regain the ability to breathe. Beca is in awe of Chloe, who is quite smooth in drawing another arrow and readying her bow while scanning the immediate area. CR and Emily secure the door behind them so none of the Sightless can follow.

Then, as a group, they move away from the former sanctuary. As soon as they are in the clear, they check around, knowing the school's alarm is sure to attract more. They see another group of at least twenty of the Sleepless making their way to the school from the opposite direction of the diner. That is all the incentive they need and they scramble to get in the truck. Chloe starts it up as soon as she's behind the wheel and pulls away once she's sure everyone is on board. Driving faster than she usually does, she didn't stop until she had them back at the diner.

"Park around back," Aubrey instructs, and Chloe complies. "If there is someone else out there, we don't want them to know we're here."

They all got out of the truck and hurry into the diner. Beca and Stacie immediately went to the front and took up surveillance duty.

"If those people weren't killed by the zombies," Aubrey said. "That means that living humans did it. We haven't seen anyone besides you guys. How did we miss them?"

"I've only walked beyond the strip mall once or twice," Chloe said. "I never saw anyone else."

"Same for us," Beca tells them. "We may have only gone to town a few times, but we didn't see anyone. It was just pure luck that we were out when Chloe and Cynthia Rose were."

"From the smell, those bodies could have been there for a while," Stacie said. "The place was air conditioned so it could have preserved them a bit. All that could have happened before you guys found this place."

"You may be right, but we shouldn't take any chances," Aubrey said. "From now on, no one goes anywhere alone. No one. We will always go in pairs, even to the farm."

The girls all nod in agreement.

"Maybe we should start having lookouts at night," Chloe suggests. "If there are others out there, and after seeing what we just saw, we need to be more vigilant. Just in case they are out to do more harm than good."

"Oh, shoot," Emily said. "In all the excitement I forgot about this." She pulls some papers out of her pocket. "I found these on the bulletin board just before the alarm went off. It talks about survivor camps on different islands off the East Coast. Maybe we can get to one of them."

"Let me see that, Em," Beca said holding out her hand toward the younger girl. Emily hands over several sheets of paper and Beca looks at them. The other girls look over her shoulder as she reads them. "She's right. These show several places in North Carolina, South Carolina, and even here in Georgia. We're only about what? A 4 or 5-hour drive from Savannah? We could probably get to Tybee Island or one of the others nearby."

"A survivor camp?," Stacie asks excitedly. "Maybe some of our friends or family are there." Stacie had a hopeful look on her face as she looked around at the other girls.

"Maybe," Beca said, giving Stacie a soft smile. She looks back down at the papers on the table. "We should make a plan on trying to get to one of these places."

"I agree," Chloe said, nodding her head. "I love you girls, but it would be nice to be around some other people."

The girls work out a plan to leave in three days. They want to check out more of the town before they go. Curious to see if they can find anyone else around. They also hope to find a trailer or at least another truck to carry some of their food and supplies to help out the camp.

The girls decide to make it an early night so they can get an early start in the morning. Beca and Chloe take the first watch, promising to wake Stacie and Aubrey in three hours.

Beca sits in a booth in the darkest corner so she can see everything to the left of the diner and Chloe sits so she can see everything off to the right. They sit silently for a while until Chloe asks Beca if she wanted her to make coffee.

"That sounds really good, actually," Beca said.

Beca made sure to keep looking both ways while Chloe was up making the coffee. Chloe comes back and sets a mug in front of Beca. "Two sugars and lots of milk."

"I can't believe you remember how I like my coffee," Beca said taking a sip. "And, it's perfect."

"I remember because I thought you'd be one of those badasses who'd take it strong and black," Chloe said with a playful grin. "The stronger, the better."

Beca just smiles and takes another sip of her coffee. They sit and sip their coffee while watching out the window.

"Speaking of badass, when did you become Katniss?," Beca asks Chloe, nodding towards her bow.

Chloe actually blushes and shrugs. "Girl Scouts."

"Why am I not surprised you were a Girl Scout," Beca said with a smirk.

"I really liked it, some of my best summer memories were at camp," the redhead answers a little defensively. "Being a Girl Scout was great."

"I'm sure it was," Beca said with a smirk.

"It was," Chloe grumbles.

"And you learned archery?," Beca asks, deciding not to tease anymore.

"Yeah, I was surprisingly good at it, and I really loved the rush of hitting a target from long distances."

"Tell me about it," Beca said, actually quite curious.

"Most of the girls weren't really interested, but I loved Orlando Bloom in the Lord of the Rings, so I was super excited. I remember the instructor guiding me through the steps and then letting the arrow fly for the first time." She sat up, sounding so proud. "I was the only one to hit the target, so I shot again and hit the inner ring. Then on my third arrow, I nailed a bullseye." Chloe was grinning from ear-to-ear at this point. "I actually won a number of blue ribbons in archery competitions," she said quite proudly.

Beca is truly intrigued. "How have I not heard about this until now?," Beca asks, truly confused by this revelation.

The redhead shrugs in answer. "Not much reason to bring it up. It was fifth through eighth grade. By the time I started High School I was mostly done. I had achieved a number of patches and awards. I got busy with school activities and cheerleading, volleyball, and chorus, of course, so the Girl Scouts faded into the past."

"You missed it though," Beca observes. She can see the wistful look.

"Yeah, there was something about being a part of something that appealed to me, even at an early age. I love the whole ethos of helping others. I learned a whole lot, and it was cool to have the uniform," Chloe answers enthusiastically.

Beca just sits there silently enraptured by the redhead. Chloe notices Beca just watching her, and asks, "What?"

Beca shakes herself out of wherever she had just gone and blushes. "Umm, I was just thinking how badass you turned out to be, and…"

"You're picturing me in my Girl Scout uniform, aren't you?"

Beca's blush covers her face. "Maybe…"

"You're adorable," Chloe said with a wink.

"Probably not as adorable as you are in your uniform," Beca counters.

Chloe shakes her head, causing Beca to raise an eyebrow at her. "Not adorable. Totally hot," Chloe said with a husky voice and another wink.

Beca actually blushes more. "You're going to be the death of me." Chloe laughs, and Beca loves the sound.

Both women lapse into a comfortable silence. Each dealing with the weird incongruity of being able to tease and flirt, even as they are on guard against monsters in the night, both human and zombie.

"So, what happened with Ashley and Jessica?," Beca quietly asks after a while.

"Ashley just totally freaked out," Chloe tells her. "She was the one that drove us away from you guys that day. We tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn't listen. Jessica finally got her to calm down and stop the bus, but by then it was too late. You guys were already gone. We drove around for a while before we made a plan and decided to drive to Jessica's family's house that was about three hours away. Jessica was driving, and there was a group of them in the road. She tried to go around them, but the bus got stuck. We would have been fine, but Ashley ran off the bus screaming. The screams attracted the Sightless, and they came after us. Cyn, Emily, Aubrey, Lily, and I started running and ran into the woods. I looked back, and Ashley was just standing there screaming, and the Sightless attacked her. Jessica tried to, tried-" Chloe let out a small sob and wipes at the tears that had been pouring down her face.

"You can stop," Beca tells her. She moves to sit next to Chloe and takes her in her arms. Chloe clings to Beca and cries. She hadn't really had a chance to mourn because she was trying to stay strong for the others.

"I'm sorry," Chloe said, sniffling. "None of us have really grieved, you know?"

"I get it," Beca said. "Before I had to," Beca stops and swallows. "I cried for about a week after the day it all happened. I cried for Amy. I cried for you, and the rest of the Bellas, thinking you were either dead or one of those things. After that week, I hadn't shed a tear until I had to keep my promise to Jesse."

"I'm so glad we found each other again," Chloe said. "There was a piece of my heart missing, and I didn't think it would ever be whole again, until now." She pulls back and looks at Beca.

Beca takes Chloe's face in her hands and uses the pads of the thumbs to wipe away her tears. She leans in and kisses Chloe. Chloe pulls Beca to her and deepens the kiss. They pull apart, and Chloe let out a small laugh as she put her forehead to Beca's. They sat like that for a minute or two before Beca pulls back.

"We need to keep watch," Beca said and gives Chloe a quick peck on the lips. Chloe nods her head, and Beca moves back over to her original seat. She took Chloe's hand across the table and held it until it was time to wake Aubrey and Stacie for their watch.

*0*0*0*0*

CR and Emily woke the others after preparing breakfast for them all. They ate and got dressed for the day.

"I think we should go into town and see if we can find a trailer or another truck to use," Aubrey suggests. "I also think we might want to make a visit to the army surplus to get a little more firepower."

"Aubrey's right," Beca said. "I'll go."

"Me, too," Chloe volunteers. "How about you CR? Want to go with us? You can drive the new truck if we find one."

"I can do that," Cynthia Rose replies.

"The three of us should go to the farm and get eggs and milk," Emily said, looking a Stacie and Aubrey. "We haven't been in a couple of days, and I think we need to check on the animals."

"Good idea," Aubrey said and looks at her watch. "It's 8:30 now, so let's plan for everyone to be back here by no later than 11:00?"

"That gives us plenty of time," Beca said. "Sounds like a plan. Chloe? CR? You two ready?"

"Let's go," Chloe said gathering her bow and quiver of arrows.

CR grabs her gun as well as a crossbow and some arrows. Beca grabs her rifle, and the three girls do a quick perimeter check as a safety precaution before heading to the truck. Chloe gets behind the wheel and drives to the mall where they found Beca and Stacie. Beca looks out the window at the structure and swallows, remembering her last trip there. She wipes a tear from her eye and Chloe squeezes her leg to comfort her. Chloe pulls up to a different entrance than before, and the three girls get out and look around.

"I think we're clear," CR said.

*0*0*0*0*

Aubrey and Emily lead Stacie to the farm. They stay along the tree line and look all around before heading to the barn where the animals are enclosed. Emily opens the door, and the three girls enter.

"Phew," Stacie said, holding her nose. "Definitely smells like animals."

"You kind of get used to it after a few seconds," Emily tells her. She walks over to the two cows and sets down the two pails she had been carrying. She runs her hand over their sides as she walks between them to get the stool to sit on while milking.

Aubrey takes Stacie's hand and leads her over to the chickens. They are all sitting on their nests lightly clucking. "We have to get them to move so we can get at the eggs," Aubrey said.

"Do we really need to do this?," Stacie asks. "I mean, we are planning to leave in like two days. They won't last."

"We need the eggs for breakfast," Aubrey said. "We still have some milk leftover from our last trip here. We're only going to milk them, so their udders aren't full when we leave."

"The plan is to leave the door open so they can leave on their own," Emily tells her. "We think it might be worse on them if we leave them locked up in here. If they can get out, maybe someone else will find and take care of them." Emily sits on a stool and puts a bucket under the first cow. She reaches under and starts to pull on the teat. Nothing happens. She tries again.

"Shoo!" Aubrey says and gives a slight push to the hen in front of her. The hen flaps her wings and jumps away from Aubrey.

"There's nothing there," Stacie said as she looks in the nest.

"That happens sometimes," Aubrey said as she tries to get the other hens to move.

"Guys," Emily said getting their attention. "I think we should head back to the diner now."

"Why?," Aubrey asks. "What's wrong?"

"Are you finding any eggs?," Emily asks as she stands and walks toward Aubrey.

"Actually, no," Aubrey said and furrows her brow as she checks all the nests. "There aren't any eggs at all."

"The cows have been milked recently," Emily said as she holds her gun at the ready. The other two girls follow suit, and they start moving toward the door.

*0*0*0*0*

Beca stood looking around. She cocks her head to the side. "Do you guys hear that?"

Chloe and CR stop and listen. "Is that the alarm from the school?," CR asks.

"Sounds like it," Chloe said. "We will have to pass the school to get to the car lot. We can check and see how many of those things might still be hanging around."

CR and Beca nod and they continue into the mall. Chloe leads them to the army surplus store, and they start loading up their backpacks with ammunition and handguns. Beca grabs all the grenades she can see and throws them in a separate bag. CR grabs three or four AR-15s and slings them over her shoulder. She finds ammunition for them and loads them into a backpack. Chloe is checking out the hunting knives and takes a few along with sheaths to hold them. She carefully sticks them down inside one of the backpacks.

Beca goes over to one of the racks and pulls off a heavy parka and puts it on. She zips it and decides it fits well. "We should get one of these coats for all of us," she tells the others. "It gets cold at night. We may need them."

CR and Chloe find their sizes and then Chloe pulls out three for Aubrey, Stacie, and Emily.

"Maybe we should get sleeping bags, too," CR suggests. "We don't know where we might have to sleep."

"We could probably get this all to the truck in one trip," Chloe said. "But, we would be vulnerable if we see any of those things."

"Yeah, but if we make too many trips we have a greater risk of running into them," Beca said.

"I say we make one trip," CR suggests. "We just need to be fast and vigilant."

They manage to get everything to the truck without seeing any of the Sightless. They all get in the truck, and Chloe looks at them.

"I saw a car dealership past the High School during one of my walks about a month ago," Chloe said. "There are trucks and vans there so I'm sure we can find something we can use. We can check the school on the way."

"That works," Beca said, and CR nods. They both had two guns at the ready just in case.

Chloe starts the truck and pulls away from the mall and goes onto the street. They can hear the alarm bells get louder as they got closer to the school.

"Holy shit," CR yells out. Chloe sees what CR sees and stops the truck. They are about a hundred yards from the school, and the school is literally surrounded by the Sightless.

"Where the hell did they all come from?," Beca asks somewhat in awe of the number they were seeing.

"Should we keep going?," Chloe asks watching the crowd. "It doesn't seem like anything's changed with them. It looks like they are all still trying to get to the alarms."

"They may have managed to stop a couple of them," Beca said. "It doesn't seem as loud as before."

"We're in the truck," CR said. "We can outrun them if we have to."

"I think CR is right," Beca said. "We really need to find another truck."

"Okay," Chloe said, biting her bottom lip. "Let's do this."

She puts the truck in drive and starts moving. She speeds up a bit and then maintains her speed, so the engine is a continuous hum. She's afraid that going faster may make the engine louder or create some noise that would make them aware of their presence. They manage to get past the school safely, although Beca and CR both shiver as they drive by.

"Did it seem like some of them were following us with their eyes," CR whispers to Beca. Beca swallows and nods her head.

"What? What's wrong?," Chloe asks, sensing a change in their demeanor. "Why are you whispering?"

"It's probably just nerves," CR responds. "But it seemed like some of them were watching us as we rode by."

Chloe quickly checks the rearview mirror. "None of them are following us."

"That's good," Beca said. "Let's just keep going and do what we have to do so we can get back."

*0*0*0*0*

Aubrey gets to the barn door first and slowly opens it. She looks around but doesn't see or hear anyone or anything. She eases the door open a little wider and looks again before she exits the barn.

"Close the door behind us," Aubrey said. "Just in case there are some non-Sightless around, they can use the milk and eggs."

"What if it's the people who killed the folks at the school?," Stacie asks.

"I can't just let them go if someone is already using them for food or drink," Aubrey said. "No matter what they may or may not have done. I just can't."

"I get it, Aubrey," Emily said as she closes the door and makes sure it is secure. "Let's go."

*0*0*0*0*

Chloe drove about ten minutes further down the road and finds the Nissan dealership. She slowly drives around to look for any signs of the Sightless or any other signs of life. They don't see anything, but they do see several cargo vans. Chloe stops near one of them. "That might be good to use. We can carry a bunch of supplies in it."

"Let's check it out," CR said and gets out of the truck. She walks over and tries the driver's side door only to find it locked. "It's locked. I bet we can find some keys inside the dealership."

CR and Beca walk to the door and try it. It opens. Chloe looks around and follows them in. "Check to see if there is an office in the back. That's probably where they keep all the keys."

Beca goes to the back and sees the keys are tagged with the vehicle's license plate number. CR runs out and gets the plate number to the van, and they go back to find the right keys. The hurry outside and CR goes to click the button to unlock the van, but Beca stops her.

"We don't want to attract any of those things," Beca tells her. "It may not be very loud, but this may make the kind of noise they are attracted to."

"Sorry," CR said and walks over to unlock the door with the key. It opens with no trouble. They both check out the interior and are satisfied that it fits their needs. "This is perfect. Let's get out of here."

"Wait," Beca said. "Where's Chloe?"

"Right here," Chloe said from behind her. "I found us a better truck. Come see."

CR and Beca follow Chloe around the corner and see a silver-gray Nissan Titan. "Damn, girl," CR said. "That's one badass looking truck."

"It sure is," Chloe said, her eyes gleaming. "And, I have the keys." She goes over and unlocks the doors. This truck has all the bells and whistles. "It has a backseat, so we don't all have to jam into the front. I think we should trade in the old one for this baby."

Beca can't help but smile at Chloe. There isn't much to be excited about these days, and it's nice to see her like this. "I think you're right, Chlo," she said with a grin. "Let's load our stuff into this truck and get out of here. Why don't you drive it around to the other side."

Chloe doesn't have to be told twice. "Get in you two," she said and drives them to the other vehicles.

They hurry and put all their new stuff into the new truck. CR climbs behind the wheel of the van and starts it up. She pulls out, and Beca tells her to take the lead. CR does, and Chloe follows behind. They are traveling at a pretty good speed, and Chloe is in love with the new truck.

"Oh, my God, Becs," Chloe exclaims, her eyes shining. "This truck is amazing. And listen to that engine purring like a kitten."

Beca can only sit in her seat and smile at the redhead. Beca looks up when she suddenly hears the school's alarm. They are much closer to it than she thought. CR continues to maintain her speed and drives by the school. Chloe does the same, and they seem to be in the clear. Beca keeps an eye on the crowd that is still at the school but doesn't get the feeling of being watched like before. She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"Let's sing," Chloe said suddenly. "I want to sing."

"You're crazy, you know that?," Beca said, smiling at how happy Chloe is. "What should we sing?"

"You shoot me down, but I won't fall," Chloe starts and bursts into laughter at the look on Beca's face. "You're so easy, Mitchell."

Beca just gives her a glare. She starts to say something when Chloe suddenly sits up straight and is looking in the rearview mirror. Something is moving in the distance and it’s coming toward them.

"What the fuck?," Chloe said. Beca turns to look over her shoulder. She spots the movement easily. It's dark and moving fast, and it seems to be gaining on them.

"What the hell is that?," Beca asks.

"I don't know," Chloe answers, she spares a glance into the rearview mirror. "But it's gaining on us." Her foot instinctively pushes down on the gas pedal, and the truck picks up speed.

Beca takes no comfort as the mass continues to catch up. She knows she needs to act. "Keep driving and don't stop for anything," Beca tells Chlo. "And I mean anything."

Beca climbs into the backseat and opens the window that leads to the bed of the pickup. She starts to shimmy through, and for the first time in a long time, she's really thankful that she's so petite.

"What are you doing?," Chloe screams at her. She does not like this plan one bit. Unconsciously she eases up on the gas pedal.

Beca lands in the bed of the truck and looks back at Chloe. "Don't slow down or stop for anything." Chloe looks at Beca in the mirror, and their eyes lock. "I love you!" Chloe nods and Beca sees her lips mouth 'I love you, too,' and the petite brunette feels the truck's speed pick up again.

Beca turns and gets the bag with the grenades in it. She pulls one out and removes the pin. Looking up she's shocked to see how close the dark mass is. It's a horde; a horde of the Sightless. But even in her surprised state, she notes that there's something different. She shakes herself free of her hesitation and throws the grenade as hard as she can.

The small metal orb hits the pavement and bounds in the air about four feet, and then disappears among the horde, just before it explodes. She watches as what looks like a half-dozen bodies fly through the air, yet there are still more running after the truck.

The sight of so many of these new Sightless is fear-inducing. She realizes she can actually hear their feet slapping on the pavement, most are now barefoot. She also realizes they're screeching high pitched keening sounds that leave her cold. She is frozen by all this for a moment.

Chloe must have noticed in the rearview mirror because she honks the truck's horn. This wakes Beca, and she scrambles to the bag. She removes another grenade, pulling the pin and throwing it immediately. She throws two more before she pulls out her gun and starts firing. Her first shots are rapid, but then she realizes she needs to be more steady. Taking her time she aims at the ones still coming at the truck. Once she shoots what she hopes is the last one, Beca falls onto her back in the bed of the truck. The adrenaline leaving her overwhelmed.

"Beca!," Chloe is yelling. "Beca! Answer me!"

*0*0*0*0*

"What the hell was that?," Aubrey asks as she jumps up and rushes to the window.

"Sounded like some kind of explosion," Stacie said. She is now standing next to Aubrey as they both look out the diner's front window.

"Can we please talk about how someone has milked cows and taken eggs, and we haven't seen them?," Emily said, frustration and fear heavy in her voice.

"Let's just hope those explosions were caused by our girls," Stacie said.

"I'm so ready to get the hell out of here," Emily said and starts gathering her stuff.

*0*0*0*0*

"I'm fine," Beca sits up and yells to Chloe through the open window. "Keep driving. I'm going to stay back here in case any more show up."

Chloe wipes a tear from her face and hurries to get back to the diner. She parks around the back next to the van and jumps out of the truck. Beca jumps out of the bed of the pickup and the two girls grab each other in a bone crushing hug as tears stream down their faces. Beca pulls back and gives Chloe a kiss. Chloe ends the kiss and grabs Beca into another hug. Beca hugs her back, and they stand there for another minute just holding on to each other.

"We should get inside," Beca said putting her arm around Chloe's waist as they walk towards the diner.

The door is thrown open, and CR is standing in front of them. "What the fuck was that?"

They see the rest of the girls over CR's shoulder looking at them anxiously.

"Let's get inside," Chloe said.

CR looks at them and moves aside to let them enter. She secures the door and follows the others into the dining area. They take seats and CR looks at Beca and Chloe.

"What the fuck was that?," CR asks them again.

"I don't know," Beca said shaking her head. "But they were faster than I don't know what and they were running right at us."

"What the hell happened?," Stacie asks. "We heard what sounded like explosions."

"Grenades," Beca said, suddenly noticing she was shaking. Chloe noticed and took her hand to calm her. "Those things are evolving or something. They looked like those infected zombie sightless things, but they were running like really fast and came right at the truck. Like they knew we were there. Like they could see us or something. They came at us in a horde. It was...scary."

"This isn't good," Aubrey said, anxiety present in her voice. "We always had the element of knowing what made them tick so we could avoid them. If they can hear everything now. . or see."

"We didn't meet up with any of the Sightless," Emily said. "But someone has been to the barn."

"How can you tell?," Beca asks.

"The cows have been milked," Emily responds. "And there wasn't a single egg to be found."

The girls look at each other. They are more afraid now than they've been since this whole thing started.

"We need to leave now," Chloe said. "Get out of here while we can."

"I agree," Beca said. "They die or whatever if you shoot them, and the grenades worked on them, too. But, if they're evolving, we may not stand a chance against them."

"I'm afraid Beca's right," Emily said. "I say we pack the trucks up and get the hell out of here. Try and make it to one of the survivor camps tonight."

They are all in agreement and start making plans to leave. Aubrey pulls out a map and lays it flat on a table. All the women multitask, continuing to gather items to take with them, as they discuss possible destinations. There is a general consensus to head to Tybee Island near Savannah. Aubrey and Beca plot out the best route and both write the directions down so that each vehicle will have a copy to follow.

Once the decision is made on their destination, the girls jump into action and start loading up the cargo van. Emily is insistent they take the mattresses, and the other girls relent to keep from spending too much time arguing about it. With the six of them, it doesn't take long to load up both vehicles. They take everything they can from the diner and load it into the cargo van. The weapons and ammunition are placed in the bed of the pickup along with one of the mattresses; the other two are placed in the van.

CR gets behind the wheel of the van with Emily riding shotgun; literally as she checks to see if her shotgun is loaded. Both vehicles have several loaded guns, and a few grenades close at hand. Chloe takes the wheel of the pickup with Beca riding shotgun. Beca makes sure her guns and grenades are within easy reach. Stacie and Aubrey opt to ride in the bed of the pickup, using the mattress to sit on. They have the rest of the weapons and ammunition at their disposal if needed.

The two vehicles head out, with CR taking the lead. They drive away from the diner, and each girl feels like she is leaving something of herself behind. Beca glances back in the direction of the mall and sends up a silent prayer for Jesse. Stacie takes Aubrey's hand as they continually scan their surroundings for anything that looks out of place.

Chloe is keeping her eyes on the road but is also scanning from side to side as she drives. Beca looks over at Chloe trying to see everywhere at once.

"Why don't you keep your eyes on the road and look to your left," Beca suggests. "I'll keep watch on the right."

"Okay," Chloe agrees, giving Beca a grateful smile.

Beca can sense how tense Chloe is. She reaches across the seat and gives Chloe's shoulder a squeeze. "We're going to be fine." Chloe gives her a thankful smile and puts her left hand on top of Beca's.

They both go back to keeping watch as they follow behind CR and Emily. They had only been on the road for about an hour when Beca hears Chloe exclaim, "Dammit!."

"What?," Beca asks, sitting up straight and looking around. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she asks, "What's wrong?"

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three words - ii

(cr. to owner, gif is not mine)

word count: 3,511

genre: fluff, angst

warning: sexual content

At 8.30 in the morning, you sauntered in casually to your office, making your way out of the elevator with springs on your step, your bag filled with your external hard disk, notebook, and other stuff you never bothered to take out in one hand and a tall cup of hot latte from the coffee shop down the street. Being 40 minutes early, the office was still rather empty, apart from your team leader (Junmyeon) who liked to come at least an hour earlier because he liked to have a cat nap before he started working, and some guys from the marketing team.

As much as you liked working from home and in-between finishing your Masters, you had to admit that you missed working at the office too, sitting in your cubicle and brainstorming with your team throughout the day. You missed the ambience, the vending machine in the pantry that kept breaking down, and of course, your desk.

Your desk still looked like how it did when you stopped by the office to have a team meeting two weeks ago. Post-its tagged with deadline dates, design ideas, meeting dates, and even day-to-day reminder (such as grocery list or reminder to call Baekhyun) were still stuck on the divider of your cubicle. Nothing seemed out of place, apart from the bouquet of flowers on top of your keyboard.

Congratulations on finishing your Masters!!

We’re sooo excited to have you back at the office again!

Somin, Jongin, Sehun, & Junmyeon

A smile bloomed on your face at the sprawly, familiar handwriting (you knew it’s Somin’s), feeling warmth at the sweet gesture. You placed your cup of coffee gently on your desk, strategically placing it near your keyboard, and looked around to check if Junmyeon was already awake. You were planning to thank him for the flowers, but decided to do it later when he was awake.

The trio arrived much later than you expected. Somin was the first one to show up, just about ten minutes before nine with her usual dose of caffeine. As if she hadn’t seen you in so long (when you both actually had dinner together a few days ago), she greeted you with a hug and bright smile. In her usual Somin’s nature, she chatted your ear off as you both waited for Jongin and Sehun, who ended up being five minutes late. Since it was already past 9, you didn’t have any time to have a proper chat with them before Junmyeon (who was already wide awake and full of smile) called the four of you for a team meeting.

(Although as usual, the team meeting was spent with Junmyeon talking your ears off about the some new client you got and your own job descriptions, and Jongin pitching design ideas here and there.)

“Unnie, should we go get lunch together?” You looked up from your computer where you were typing up a proposal for next week’s meeting and saw Somin sticking her head over the divider of your cubicle and cracking a bright smile at you.

“Sure,” you breathed out as you leaned back against the back of you swivel chair. “What should we have-”

“Let’s have some jjajangmyeon.” One of the two men, Jongin spoke, poking his head over the divider as well before you could even ask Somin. “It’s been so long since I have jjajangmyeon for lunch.”

“You had it for lunch last Friday,” Somin quipped with a sigh. “I thought we’re only having jjajangmyeon on Fridays.” You looked back and forth between Sehun and Somin who were already in a debate. Waiting for the two to finish their debate, you fished your phone out of the bag and checked if there was any new messages.

There was one, from Baekhyun.

Have fun on your first day back at the office! I’ll see you tonight at home!

Along with the text, he also sent a picture of him smiling, his eyes crinkling at the side. In the picture, he was already wearing his sky blue scrubs and white coat as always, looking charismatic in his work clothes. You rarely saw him wearing his scrubs, but when you saw him in it, you always admired it because Baekhyun always looked so different than the Baekhyun you saw at home. The Baekhyun you saw at home usually walked around his pajamas with his messy bed hair that he never bothered to comb and his round-framed glasses that gave him a boyish charm. Meanwhile Doctor Byun Baekhyun wore scrubs, his eyes were always watching everything in alert, and his feet were quick to move. It was a sight that you rarely saw yet you loved it so much.

Thank you. See you at home!

Exchanging text like this felt so weirdly domestic and slightly romantic, which caused your head to send another warning sign for you. And for the nth time, you ignored that warning sign, telling yourself that this was also what friends would usually do.

“Noona, let’s have lunch.” Looking up from your phone, Sehun was already standing and leaning by your desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “We’re having pasta.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I actually thought we’re having jjajangmyeon,” you spoke casually as you rose up from your seat, slipping your phone into your blazer pocket and grabbing your bag with you.

“I told them it’s your first day back so we should celebrate a little bit.” One of these days, you should really treat him coffee or some pastry for his good deed. When you were still busy with trying to graduate, Sehun had kindly taken a bit of your work load off. He’d gone as far as helping you with whatever proposal you made for client meeting. Even though it was not in his job description to do so, but he did it anyway before forwarding it to Junmyeon.

“What’s new at the office?” You asked as the four of you headed to the elevator, most people had gone out for lunch and only a few stayed at the workspace.

“Junmyeon-hyung is dating someone. We don’t know who it is, but he definitely is because now he rarely stays late at the office. That one time he even counted the minute until we were done for the day.” You couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the news. Your team leader was one of the most passionate people at the office who took his job very seriously and was pretty much married to it. Jongin and Sehun had tried as far as setting him up with someone they knew, but that didn’t work out.

“My guess would be someone he met at his high school reunion last month.”

So, the rest of your lunch hour was spent in making guesses of who your team leader was possibly dating, and also the other three giving you updates about other news around the office–like the two foreign interns (they were an international students) but they had the outstanding social skills to fit in with the others in a span of two weeks, or the news where Minseok kept losing his lunch for a week straight and the culprit hadn’t been caught until recently. Hearing all these news made you feel glad that your team had helped you to not lose your position at the office while you were studying for Masters. The thing was, you didn’t know what you would do if you had to quit and move to another company.

When you came back from lunch, there was a new bouquet of flowers sitting on your desk. Looking around the office, everyone who was already back, minding their own business and not even one of them looked suspicious enough to send you the flowers. Placing your bag on the floor, you grabbed the bouquet and checked if there was a card.

There was, and the message was handwritten, in a handwriting that looked familiar to you.

Have fun at your first day back at the office!

I was planning to drive you to the office this morning and all that jazz, but I got the morning shift :(

But don’t worry I’ll be home later when you get home and we’ll have tteokbokki while you talk about your first day back.

Enjoy your day! Don’t think about me too much :)

Love,

BBH

The words written on the card made tears well up on the corner of your eyes, you even had to shut your eyes and take a few deep breaths to keep your composure. The flowers and the gesture felt so much like he was yours to have; like this was just a thing he did just because he felt like it. Opening your eyes, your eyes read the card once more, this time noticing how Baekhyun actually went to a florist, ordered the flowers for you, and wrote the card himself.

Why is he doing this, you questioned yourself, why is he making things really hard for me than it already was?

“Whoa, another flowers bouquet. Who is it from?” Somin, Jongin, and Sehun huddled around you; Somin grabbing the flowers and smelling it while the guys were reading the card you had in hand over your shoulders.

“BBH,” Jongin read out loud, and then let out a gasp. “Whoa, noona. You’re not the only who’s dating someone.” You turned your head and saw Jongin wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you.

“We’re not dating,” you clarified quickly. “He’s just a friend. We’re friends.” The word ‘friends’ felt awfully bitter in your mouth. The realization that you and Baekhyun were just friends caused your stomach to twist painfully. All this time, you made it seem like it was just all in your head, like being just friends was just another attempt of your heart to shield yourself from a heartache. But now you finally said the words out loud, it felt like it became real. Much too real for you to realize. If your heart thought it was just shielding yourself from a heartache, it was no use. It was too late. You already got your heart aching since the first time you said yes to Baekhyun’s offer to play house.

Friday nights were mostly spent lounging around on the couch with some shows playing on TV or trying your best to get some work done (you were unusually motivated and productive). You didn’t usually bring your work home, but when the deadline was approaching and you still weren’t satisfied with the one you worked on at the office, you had no choice but made some edits at home. Besides, it wasn’t like you could be distracted easily.

Well, that was if Baekhyun wasn’t home, though. If he was, it was another story.

That’s why you didn’t know how you both could end up in such a compromising position. First, Baekhyun was keeping you company until you finished your work, and the next thing you knew he was kissing you and pulling you to sit on his lap. But you were pretty sure the empty bottle of wine on the coffee table was the one you could blame for this. Frankly, you didn’t feel slightly guilty about this. Besides, the moan that came out of his mouth when you tugged the hair on his nape was like music to your ears. It didn’t make you want to stop. Instead, it spurred you on even more.

With a surge of confidence flowing in your stream, you shifted on his lap and pulled away from his lips, moving your lips to press chaste kisses on his cheek and jaw. Just when you thought you had the control, it changed and every thought you had about this situation just floated to the thin air as Baekhyun used that moment to suck on a certain spot on your collarbone that got you to let out the first moan in the evening and he moved his cold hands to your thighs. You shut your eyes and tried to hold back your moan, but you couldn’t since his hands were inching closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?” he spoke as he pulled way a bit to look at the masterpiece he had created on your collarbone. You had a thought that a few bruises had probably shown and clearly it’s way too late to warn or stop him altogether.

“How could I not?” You muttered and tugged at his hair again, pulling his head back from your neck to look at his eyes. His eyes were a bit darker than it was before and it was good enough to calm your brain. There was also a mischievous glint in his eyes and a cheeky smile across his face that made your heart skip a beat. “Your lips are amazing. Dunno if it’s a blessing or curse.”

His eyes widened a bit and he looked at you like you were crazy before shaking his head faintly, “you are so drunk.”

“Well it’s ‘cause of you,” you retorted and he chuckled. “Don’t be so flattered. You brought that wine when you know I’m at my weakest. So don’t judge me.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” he murmured before leaning in and trailing kisses from your jaw to your neck again. His lips really felt amazing against your skin and you didn’t ever want him to stop. It had been too long since you both did this, and you wondered how the hell you lasted a month without feeling his lips against your skin like this.

“Want me to stop?” His hands moved up, up, and up, showing off your thighs even more as he sucked on a spot on your neck that got your breath hitched. You didn’t have the chance to answer his question since he’s already pulling back a bit to take off your dress shirt, leaving you only in your bra and panties. The feeling of his hands on you made you move your hands down, trailing it to his chest, to feel his heartbeat against your hands.

He placed his hand on your hip, squeezing a bit while he used his other hand to playfully tug on your panties. His lips still did wonders and sucked softly on the previous spot he made as he pushed your panties aside and trailed one of his fingers on your slit. You moaned.

“Seems like you don’t want me to stop,” he teased as he inserted a finger into your core and thrust shallowly a few times. “So wet for me.” You groaned and shifted your hips a bit, wanting more than only one of his fingers because it just wasn’t enough.

Baekhyun was blessed with such beautiful fingers that could do wonders. He could play piano well, and he was good at driving you crazy with those fingers too. Before this arrangement happened, sometimes you couldn’t help but think about what those fingers could do and the damage it could’ve caused a lot on you. But now that you had had a taste of it (literally and figuratively), you couldn’t have enough of it.

“Baek,” you panted above him. He pulled out his finger and now thrust two fingers into your core, his thumb circling your clit. He went deeper and found the spot that got you moaning his name so loud. He chuckled. “Please,” you moaned again as you arched your back from pleasure, pushing your chest flush against his. He trailed his hand up from your hip to your back, tracing your back gently and eliciting shivers down your spine.

“Please what, hmm?” he urged as he kept on thrusting his fingers in and out of you slowly, hitting that spot again and moving his thumb away from your clit. While you were so preoccupied with the knot forming inside of you, he used his free hand to unclasp your bra and help you take it off, throwing it somewhere across the room when he’s done.

“Please just – oh,” your words failed you as he used that moment to pinch your hardening nipple and his mouth moved to suck on my other nipple. That delicious feeling caused you to squirm on his lap, grinding over his hardening crotch subconsciously and you were getting so much closer to the edge. Maybe it would only take a few more thrust of his fingers and another pinch or two before you reached your climax.

“What was that, babe?” He stilled his fingers in you and pulled back a little to take a good look of you, his intense gaze glued on your face. His gaze on you are glazed, pupils dilating with lust swirling in it and his lips were red and swollen from all the kissing you had done earlier. He looked so delicious it made you want to let him do anything he wanted to do to you all night.

“Just,” you gasped and shut your eyes tightly, mouth gaped open as he curled his fingers on the spot that made you tremble. Your hands shook and you had to curl and uncurl your fist a couple times as you dropped your head onto his shoulder. “Just fuck me,” you murmured against his neck.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” He trailed his hand up to your shoulder and pulled you back from his neck. Your brain was cloudy, your gaze was hazy, and you felt unsteady as he squeezed your shoulder gently, trying to keep your eyes focus on him. “I’ll fuck you, okay? I’ll fuck you until you can feel me for days.” Baekhyun was filthy and the fact that he kept his eyes on you as the words slithered out of his pretty mouth made you clench against his fingers.

The way he blinked his eyes in fake innocence and his lips spread in a mischievous smile made you want to curse at him. “You know I’ll always take care of you.” Feeling you clench against him, he curled his fingers on that spot, causing your eyes to roll back and drop your head on his shoulder again.

Baekhyun moved his hand from your shoulder to your thigh, feeling it tremble against his hand. The knot in your stomach was tightening and you knew you were tethering at the edge. “But I need you to come for me first, okay? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, yes,” you sobbed against his shoulder and turned your head to press your lips against his neck, where a layer of sweat coating it.

He leaned his head forward a bit and let the mouth graze against your ear, his thumb now rubbing fast and hard against your clit. “Good girl.” Shocked at how sensual those words sound with his low voice, your hips jerked up and you came undone over Baekhyun’s hand, letting out a loud cry. “That’s it. Let go. Let go for me.” He helped you ride out your orgasm, his fingers still slowly thrusting into your core and his thumb rubbing against your overstimulated clit. You were still shaking and holding on to him tightly as he pulled his fingers out of core, feeling empty and overwhelmed from the shock of the orgasm.

You clung to him and breathed against his neck as he grabbed a few tissues from the end table and wiped his fingers with it. His other hand caressed your back softly, helping you to calm down and steady yourself. “Hey,” he murmured against your ear and pulled back from the embrace, his cleaned hand now holding onto your cheek. The way his fingertips graze your cheek softly pulled you back to the moment.

You opened your eyes and blinked it a few times, realizing that he was already staring at you with a fond look and a soft smile across his face, like he wasn’t just sputtering out filthy words a few minutes earlier. The way he looked at you after he did this sometimes led you to believe if he did this because he really loved you, not because of the lust he felt in the moment. It mislead you way too many times into feeling like you two weren’t only lovers for a few moment, but for a lifetime. It was easy to get lost in the moment and pretend that the arrangement never happened in the first place, and it happened because what you both really felt for each other.

“You okay now?” You nodded and cleared your throat, still not trusting yourself to speak just yet. Scared that if you opened your mouth, you’d be asking him the question that you didn’t want to know the answer just yet. “Let’s move to the bedroom, yeah?” You didn’t have any energy left in you as you nodded again and let Baekhyun wrap your legs around his waist tightly and rise up from the couch, carrying you into his bedroom to be lost in the pleasure once more.

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