#CAUSE TWO THIRDS OF THE REPLY TO VANISH

[taffycandyqt]

Please No

You can't sleep and seek company in your misery through your best friend. However he's not at home.

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OH MY GOSH IM NOT DEAD! In all honesty I haven't been super motivated lately but I started this personal project a LOOOOOOONG time ago and felt I couldn't move on to other requests before I finished it. When I started this I felt really inspired to make it solely because I feel there is simply not enough Donatello fluff in this world, especially in 03' and 12' s case. So I hope you like it!

2012 Donnie x reader

Aged up, all characters are college/older adult age, depends on how you want to read it.

Fluff, slightly angst if you really want it to be there

Fem reader

Sleeping was always a struggle for you. Logically you knew you needed sleep, physically you felt tired, but mentally you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Your body hated the idea and actually laying down and sleeping, so you went to the only person you KNEW would be up right now.

Casey Jones.

He was annoying when you first met him be he was chill enough that he grew on you pretty quickly. Not to mention that if it weren't for him you wouldn't have met your now boyfriend. You always enjoyed spending time with Donnie but trying to pin him down was hard especially since you didn't know where he lived. He didn't want you to meet his brothers just yet, says he wants time to adjust to your guys relationship before being teased. Which, fair. SO! To Casey's you went. You two usually met up at grueling times of the night so it was customary to clime up each other's fire escapes and practically break into the other person's house. You'd either scare each other awake or find the other sitting in their kitchen shoveling cereal into their mouth watching conspiracies on YouTube.

Tonight though, nothing. Like the dude up and vanished. You checked the kitchen and his room. You even went as far as to check the bathroom. THAT WAS HIS WHOLE APARTMENT! Did he have just as an abhorrent sleep schedule as you? Yes, but he never left the house to make it a strangers problem. So to ease your nerves you decided to call him, if that doesn't work, your gonna pray Donnie is awake enough to answer the phone.

One ring. Two ring. Third ring...

"This is THE Casey Jones." You breathed out a sigh of relief. He isn't kidnapped, dead, or lying in a ditch high of weed somewhere.

"Hey man, just dropped by your place, where you at?"

"Oooooh, one of those nights huh?"

"Isn't it always?"

"heh, I feel ya. Here I'll text you my location so we can chill." after that you heard talking from the other side of the phone. Someone that wasn't Casey. But before you could ask any questions Casey quickly responded to whatever it was that they said.

"SHUT UP! ILL KICK YOUR BUTT INTO NEXT WEEK, BUD!" ending with extra sass on the 'bud'.

That's when you got his text. Perfect!

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Orrrr not. You swear you followed the directions exactly, so why are you standing in the middle of an alleyway being told to go forward when THERE IS NO FORWARD! Being the reasonable person you are you blamed it all on Casey and let him know of your little predicament.

And, 'wait there, just a sec was his reply.' You didn't think Casey would be the kind of person to plot someone else's demise. Not that he he hasn't caused someone else's demise, he just doesn't have the forethought to think ahead about it. However this whole, standing in an alley in New York at 2 am alone, is really starting to feel like a plot.

Once again, your nerves started rising. You looked around the old bricks, worn with water damage and scraping and covered in graffiti. The dark distorted your surroundings making it unclear if you were really alone in that alley or not. The stench of the trash bags shoved as close to the corners and walls as possible started to get to you. Your breathing got a little heavier. The ominous lighting from the street lamp didn't help either. Then a sound rose above the scampering feet of rats. You turn to see the man hole cover slowly scrap along the concrete as a large gloved hand shoved it away. The darkness of the alley clouded the figure and with the covering gone the hole left seemed like a endless pool of inky nothingness. You were stiff as a board and you could hear your heart thrashing in your ears. This is it. This is where you die and it's all Casey Jones's fault.

"Hey you did make it! Nice!"

Your threw a scrapped can square at his face.

"Ow!"

"CASEY! YOU SCARED ME!"

"Yo chill! I told you I was coming to get you!"

"YOU TOLD ME TO WAIT, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT THE FRICK YOU WERE DOING! GOSH CASEY! WHAT WERE YOU EVEN DOING DOWN THERE!?"

"Hehe, come on. I'll show you," he winked at you before gesturing you to enter into the manhole first.

"No."

"Oh come on! Don't you trust me?"

"NO! Also gross. I'm not going down there just for the heck of it Casey. I have never been curious what New Yorks sewer system looks like."

"It's not about the sewers! We just have to walk through the system to get to the place," he told you mildly annoyed.

"And your purposely being suspicious about 'the place', because?"

"Because that's a surprise,"

"Oh joy. I just love surprises at 2 in the freaking morning, in the sewers, wearing my pajamas," you snarked as you lowered yourself down the manhole scowling slightly.

Casey led you through the sewers keeping a brisk pace. You asked him about the voice you hear over the phone earlier and all he told you was that it was part of the surprise. To which you rolled your eyes.

"You seem pretty confident on where your walking," you remarked.

"Well I sure hope so!" he laughed to himself, "I've only been coming here since highschool."

Him saying that struck a possible idea of what his "surprise" could be. But you couldn't be sure.

You initially met Casey in college. Not that he went to collage, he just crashed a class that you shared with his friend. He called her red, talked about her a lot too. You didn't really know her outside of that one class. It felt strange to know so many details about someone you've never talked to. He did mention that she was Donnies first crush but Donnie never talked about her though so you didn't really care much for that detail.

You knew that Casey had known Donnie, his brothers, and "red" since high school. He told you about their adventures all the time. Sometimes it made you feel a little disconnected, especially since the only people you ever knew from the group were Donnie and Casey. But you tried not to let that feeling get to you. It would simply take time. Besides, even if you're newer and don't know the whole group, neither Donnie or Casey ever made you feel like you weren't a part.

The thing is though, is that Casey only mentioned highschool when talking about the turtles. So while it is a loose assumption, you had an idea of what he might be planning. Part of you really hoped it wasn't what you were thinking. The other part really REALLY wanted it to be what you thought. But the majority part was to tired to care and just wanted something to do.

After a short walk you noticed the sewer transition into an abandoned subway station. That's when you heard the sounds of videogames and people. The smell of pizza lingered in the air the closer you walked to the sound. Eventually you got to the part of the station where lights lit up the dark space.

When you got to the entrance, you saw two turtles playing videogames. Pizza boxes littered the floor, some of them containing pizza, some completely empty. You were a little stunned honestly. Donnie had a genuine reason for not introducing you to his family, you didn't want to cross that line. But at the same time, you really needed a brain rotting distraction. You hesitated. But when Casey gestured you to go first through the turnstile first, that hesitation crumbled. You just wanted some pizza, was that so wrong? I mean you were already here, might as well just commit. You and Casey passed through and neither of the brothers tired to look at you. The one in red acknowledge the sound by saying,

"Welcome back Case."

"What didja need to do that you left so fast brah?" Asked the orange one.

"My best bud needed A.M. pizza, so I figured here would be the best place for her to get some," Casey told them patting your back before taking his seat next to the orange brother and picking up an abandoned controller. You followed, feeling out of place, you sat beside him.

This got reds attention.

"I'm sorry, she?" He paused the game to look over at you.

"WHAT?! CASEY WHO THE HECK IS SHE?? YOU CAN'T JUST BRING RANDOM PEOPLE DOWN HERE!"

"Dude chill out! First of all, shes not random, she's y/n," reds eye twitched, "Secondly, it's no biggie, she already knows Donnie, she's no snitch."

You smacked Casey's arm and shook your head.

"Hey! your already here aren't you?" he whined at you.

"Wait, how do you already know Donnie?" orange finally spoke up.

"Yeah, who are you anyways?" red questioned you.

"I-um. Hi, I'm y/n" you stiffly introduced.

You felt very awkward about this whole situation.

"And you know Don, how?" red reiterated impatiently.

You decided to play dumb.

"What do you mean?"

"How do you know Donnie?! Oh my gosh are you dumb?!"

"No, I get what you asked, but in what way?"

"THE FRICK DO YOU MEAN 'IN WHAT WAY?' HOW DO YOU KNOW MY BROTHER?!"

You both went back and forth like that for a while. Little did you know that this was Casey's plan all along. He had talked to Donnie about introducing you the family but he always said it "wasn't the right time". You and Donnie had been dating for almost a year now and had known each other even longer. Yet his brothers had yet to know you even existed! Knowing you, you wouldn't push the issue because you didn't want to pressure your poor boyfriend. You were under the false pretence that he would come around eventually. The truth is, he wouldn't. And it wasn't because of his brothers teasing.

They would still tease him yes, but they've grown, they know the line. The real reason Donnie hadn't introduced you was because one; he wanted you to himself. And two, the biggest reason; he was embarrassed of where he lived. Yes his home was cleanly and all but it was still a sewer. It had taken a long time for him to begin to believe that you actually thought he was attractive and not some kind of monster. Living in the sewer though? What if that breaks your entire image of him? What if you think he really is some slimy gross sewer monster after? He couldn't bear the thought. After being with you for so long, he doesn't think he could live without you.

It took a lot of nagging but when Casey finally broke him and that was the explanation he gave? Casey was so done. So he took matters into his own hands. He waited for the opportunity to present itself and tonight was the night.

"Dudes!" orange interjected, "Chillll. Ever consider that maybe she won't say cuz we haven't introduced ourselves yet?? Hmmmmmmmmm?"

He chewed red out. Red just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Hi, I'm Mikey, and that grump is Raph," he told you, "He's been awake too long, he gets fussy without his nap."

You giggled at this, but before you could say anything back Raph had tackled Mikey to the floor. As they rustled you made a small laugh.

"What is going on in here so late?" you heard someone say from behind you. You turned to where it was coming from and saw the third brother you had yet to meet. Blue.

Before he could say anything to Raph or Mikey though, he made eye contact with you.

"Who are you?"

"This is my best bud y/n. Y/n, the fearless leader Leo," Casey introduced.

"Don't call me that Casey," he told him sternly. He walked over to you guys and took a seat in the other side of you.

"You know Case, if I wasn't half asleep I'd be way more upset about you bringing a stranger to the lair."

"She's not a stranger though, she's known Donnie for a while now. Besides we already got yelled at enough by Raph," Casey told him.

He humm and nodded in a 'that makes sense type' of way.

"So you've know Donnie for a while?" he asked.

You felt like could tell Leo just as much as you could tell Raph. Which was nothing. But you felt like Leo would be more receptive to a reasonable answer then Raph was.

"I'd tell you, but I'm not at liberty to say right now," you said.

"That's not suspicious at all," he teased.

"Hey!" you laughed at him and he laughed back.

Casey elbowed you and smiled proudly. He acted like he deserved a thank you for introducing you to your boyfriends family behind his back. All you did was elbow him in the ribs. That was he really deserved. You would be lying though if you said it wasn't an oddly fun situation.

That's when Raph had pinned Mikey and he started screaming.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY? I COULDN'T HEAR YOUR BEFORE?!" Raph yelled at him with this hands pushing Mikey's head to the floor.

"AAAAAAAAA!!" was all Mikey said him response.

Leo sighed next to you, "I guess I'll be taking care of that."

Before he could make a move though, you heard a familiar voice.

"What is going on out here?! I can't work with all this RACKET!" Donnie grumply shouted.

He stopped right in his tracks when he saw you though.

The only time you had seen Donnie that worked up was when an experiment failed or his brothers got on his nerves. Even then though, it was just venting after the fact, so you never witnessed the brunt of his frustrations. Safe to say you were a little startled, not put off or anything, just surprised mostly.

"Y- y- y- y Y/N?! What in Earth are you doing here?? At this hour? Here? I- ??" he was completely flabbergasted and udderly mortified.

He looked a mess, bags under his eyes, mask lazily pushed above his eyes, and not to mention yelling like an angry old man! Oh nononono. It was bad enough you were in his sewer home, there's no way you don't think his a monster now!

"Would you look at that, guess you did know Don after all," Raph said, head in hand while an elbow laid on Mikey's head.

You turned back to Raph, "Why would I lie about that?!"

This boy was unbelievable.

"Raph get off Mikey," Leo told him.

"Not until he says it!"

"Really Raph? I though you stopped doing that when we were teens."

Deciding that you needn't be involved in that conversation, you turned back to Donnie who had a horrified expression on his face.

"H- how long have you been down here?" he asked quietly.

"Not super long, Casey and I only got here like, a few minutes ago," you answered him.

Donnie took a deep breath, he looked like he was about to loose it. You didn't blame him honestly.

"You. Brought. Her. Here?!" he asked Casey. Clearly hanging by the thread of his last nerve.

"Yeah, s'not like you ever would have, so I took matters into my own hands. Besides she's my friend just as much as she's your girlfriend, I have a right to introduce her to my closest buds."

"Wait. Did you just say, girlfriend?" Mikey asked. Leo was helping him off the floor with a displeased Raph standing to the side. They all froze after Casey's statement and started at you and Donnie with wide eyes.

"JONES!" you both yelled at him in unison.

"What? They were gonna haft'a know eventually, I just got the awkward part out of the way for you," he shrugged and winked at you both.

You were gonna kill him. And by the looks of it Donnie and you were on the same page.

You pinched the bridge of your nose and let out a sigh.

"Okay, I think Donnie and I need to have a private conversation. When we're done we'll clear everything up with you all. Okay?"

"That sounds good," Leo nodded while everyone else complained.

You turned to Donnie signaling to lead the way to wherever you two could have some alone time. He seemed nervous and jittery, but led you none the less. He let you in first through a big sliding door that opened up into what seemed to be a garage. It had tables with tools and other electronic equipment strewn around. There were chemistry supplies as well along with some posters in the walls.

"So," Donnie started, fixing his gaze on the floor, "you wanted to talk?" He adjusted his mask to fit back over his eyes.

"Uh, yeah," you answered. Why was the air so thick all of a sudden? Donnie was so closed in on himself it was almost like he was afraid of you. Honestly, you wanted to ask him why Casey said he would never take you down here. But now wasn't the time for that.

"What do you want to do now? I know you wanted to introduce me on your own terms but now that that's not really a possibility. So where do you wanna go from here?" You asked.

You figured it would best to have a game plan before explaining everything to his brothers.

"I understan- Wait what?" He looked at you confused.

"Uuhhh, where do you want to go from here? Ya know, now that your brothers know?" You repeated yourself. Now you were confused.

"I. Wha. That's all you have to say?" Donnie said mouth agape, shocked.

"What? I mean, about this situation yeah? I mean, I am curious why Casey felt the need to do this but that's not really my first priority right now. Am- am I missing something here?" You asked him.

"I- I thought... I live in a sewer," he told you.

"You thought you lived in a sewer?" Your confusion increasing, "Like. You didn't know?"

"No! I know that! I just... you don't care?"

"Why would I care? I'm sorry," you put a hand to your forehead, "did you think I would judge you for your living conditions? Which are honestly pretty cush. Who do you take me fore Don?!"

"I! Well it's not that I thought you would judge me, it's just... I'm a mutant. Living in the sewers just- I don't know. The only things you think of living in the sewers are creepy gross monsters or rodents. On top of that it's the sewers! Most people find that pretty gross."

"Donnie. We've known each other for longer then a year. If I was disgusted by you, you would know by now," you spoke dryly.

"All this time I thought you just needed to get used to things. But you were just assuming the worst about me? What the heck Donnie?" You were hurt. You loved him so much, and he thought you would leave him because of where he lives? He really thought you were that judgemental?

"What?! No! I wasn't assuming the worst about you! I was just afraid you'd realize you deserve better than me!"

"BUT YOU'RE ALL I WANT!"

He stopped and looked at you, eyes wide.

"Really?"

"Yes! And I hate it when you talk like you're not deserving of love just because you're mutant."

"I just... I just don't see what you see in me," he admitted.

"Then stop assuming things and closing yourself off. Talk to your family, talk to your friends, talk to me. I never worry about whether or not you love me, you've seen me at my worst and never left my side. You're so scared of how I'll react to your worst you never even give me a chance to show you," you grabbed his hand and looked him in the eye.

"You don't get to decide how I feel or what I think, only I do."

"You're right, I'm sorry. Sorry for assuming things, things about you, and for taking so long to introduce you."

You kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you," you smiled at him. Then pinched his neck and pulled him to you.

"Ow ow ow ow!"

"And never do that again," you let him go.

"Yes of course absolutely never again," he nodded and smiled at you. You smiled back and patted his chest.

"Now before we continue the conversation of how to approach your family, I feel like we should address the eavesdroppers in the room," you said pulling back the door all the way. It was already cracked open to allow the peepers better visuals for your conversation.

As it slid open you noticed Casey and the three brothers trying to run away from the door.

"What! Guys! What part of private conversation do you not understand?!" Donnie yelled at them.

"I told you guys you shouldn't have done that," Leo scolded them.

"YOU LITERALLY JOINED RIGHT AFTER SAYING THAT!" Raph pointed an accusatory finger at him, "AND FOR THE RECORD IT WAS MIKEY'S IDEA!" He yelled moving his pointing to the youngest.

"Wow dude, I thought we were in this together," Mikey put a hand on his chest hurt.

"Well in the end it doesn't matter cuz it already happened right?" Casey shrugged and took a seat on the couch again.

Out of everyone here you and Donnie were most ticked at Casey.

Both you and Donnie approached him from behind and grabbed one of his shoulders.

"W-what? Uhhh. You dudes need something? Eh heh..." he stuttered nervous. Only just now did he realize the hole he had dug for himself.

"Why don't we have a chat Casey," you smiled but it was less of a question and more of a statement.

"Privately," Donnie finished, no smile to be found.

You both were gonna have fun with this. Then Donnie could take you home and tuck you in. What a great boyfriend girlfriend bonding activity!

------------------------------------------------------------Listen y'all, I know Google maps don't work like this, but just for the sake of plot pretend like it does.

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There are rumours going around the mine the next day. Hushed tones that they've dug too deep, hit the Grey. Vander hears some of the superstitious miners claim they've displeased Janna and this is her punishment. There are grumbles that the company should stop digging the new shafts and let them go back to working on level two.

Usually, miners enjoy a drink at night and don't bother talking about things they can't change. There's a determined resignation, an acceptance that the work is tiring and dangerous but it's better than the alternative: starving to death or choking on toxic gas. This is the first time Vander hears the rumble of anger, an edge of bared teeth in the chatter.

He's not sure if Benzo hears it but Felicia catches his eye. She looks concerned, too. They keep working but Vander watches the miners around them, waiting for a fight to break out.

A few hours later, the rumours change. There's talk of some miner standing outside the elevator and making a fuss, refusing to keep working. Sometimes it happens – someone wakes up still drunk and causes a commotion – but there's only a handful of miners working on the elevator shaft and Vander knows Silco's one of them. If anyone was likely to dig his heels in and pick a fight with powerful people, it's Silco.

Vander leaves his pickaxe behind but keeps his gauntlets on. There's no one near the elevator at level one but Vander can hear raised voices echoing up the shaft. There's someone yelling about schedules and deadlines and then silence. A low rumble of some reply, and the yelling starts again.

Vander stands there, not sure what to do. Should he call the elevator and go down there? Would it only make things worse? Would the topsiders take one look at Vander's size and feel threatened? Would Silco appreciate the support or would he consider it interference?

Vander knows how quickly an argument can turn into a brawl. How raised voices can suddenly become raised fists. He doesn't want to make things worse.

He's still standing there, frozen in indecision, when the elevator starts to move. It rumbles up from the depths and then Silco steps out, with three kids a few years younger than them. One of the boys is crying, shuddering as he gasps for breath. Silco's eyes flick across to Vander but he doesn't seem surprised by his presence.

"The Grey?" Vander asks and Silco nods.

"Take him back to the dorm," Silco tells them. "Stay there with him."

The three of them scurry off, clearly relieved to be away from someone crazy enough to argue with a topsider. When they've vanished from sight, Silco turns to Vander. "We need to talk to a supervisor."

He needs to plead his case before the engineers complain about him. Vander considers their options. "Franco," he says and starts leading Silco down the tunnels.

Franco is dark skinned and solid, not far off Vander's size. He's been at the mine for years, worked his way up, dour but fair. He's talking to one of the runners when they find him.

They stand there, waiting impatiently, until he crooks his finger and beckons them closer. "What is it?"

"Silco got mouthy with the engineers," Vander says, cutting to the bones of the situation. "Walked off the job with the other miners."

Franco doesn't immediately side with the Pilties, proving he was the right person to talk to. "Why?"

"Their timelines say they have to hit the next marker this week. The Grey is waist high in that elevator shaft," Silco says, eyes blazing but voice steady. "We can't work in that."

Franco watches them carefully but his expression doesn't give anything away. "You couldn't have put on a mask and worked it anyway?"

"The others didn't have masks," Silco bites back.

"So send them up. Let miners with masks go down." Franco crosses his arms. "Those engineers aren't idiots. They'll have noticed that at least a third of the miners here carry masks."

Vander tries not to flinch. He knows how many have bought masks from them, for a small steady profit.

"We don't have goggles. Even with the masks, how long will it be before the Grey blinds us?" Silco demands, stepping forward sharply. Vander anchors a hand on his shoulder, tries to tug him back. Silco tenses but he stills. "Why should we suffer for their deadline?"

"It's a job and you're being paid to do it. You don't like that shift, let someone else take it."

"Nobody should be taking it. They shouldn't expect us to–"

"You know how this works," Franco says firmly. "No one wants to do it, they'll offer more money until someone does. You can't make someone else starve because you don't like the risk."

The corner of Silco's mouth twists up and for a moment, Vander fears he'll start yelling. Silco glares but thankfully he keeps his mouth shut.

"So," Franco asks him, "are you giving up the shift?"

There's a snarl to Silco's mouth as he says, "Yes."

"Working out the day on level one?"

Silco looks at him and Vander shrugs. The day's half gone and meeting quota in a crowded mine has become harder. There's a chance Silco could work all afternoon and still not dig enough to be paid.

"No," Silco says, mouth pinched and angry.

Franco nods. "I'll talk to a few workers, find out who wants the rest of today's shift. Tomorrow, I expect to see you working on level one."

"Thanks, Franco," Vander says before Silco can argue it. Of course they're going to take him off that job – there's no reward for being a troublemaker down here. Getting off with only one day's lost pay is lucky, all things considered.

Silco follows him back to where Vander's working with Benzo and Felicia, ostensibly to check if there's anything he can work on alone this afternoon, but Vander notices the tremble in his hand, the adrenaline comedown. If Silco needs to take a little time around people he knows, that's fine.

***

[whoisshel]

The Vanishing of Will Byers

pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

word count: 2075

tw: swearing

It’s late on a school night as Y/N Y/L sits on your bed reading with just the bedside lamp on. Too deep in your book, you don't notice the bedroom window slowly opening until something falls through it onto the floor. As the thing lands on the ground with a loud thud, you let out a high pitched scream before throwing your book at it.

“Ow.” Came from the thing on the ground causing you to open your eyes and look at it as it rubs his head full of wild long, curly hair.

“What the hell, Eddie!” You hissed at your boyfriend, who stood up from the ground with your book in his hand.

“I should be the one saying that, seeing as you just hit me in the head with your book.” Eddie said, shaking the book, with a growing smirk on his face.

“You’re the one who just broke into my house.” You replied walking towards Eddie, grabbing onto his leather jacket to pull him closer, “My parents aren’t home, you could’ve used the front door.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“What are you doing here anyways?” 

“I wanted to see my favorite girl.” Eddie answered, leaning down to give you a kiss wrapping his arms around your waist.

Pulling back to look straight at Eddie, wearing a small smile, “I thought that was your guitar.”

With the smirk on his face and mischief appearing in his eyes, you knew something bad was coming, but before you could turn around and run, Eddie picked you up by the waist twirling you around as you squealed.

“Noooo, Eddie!” You yelled, before he dropped you on the edge of your bed, falling on top of you.

Moving his hands up from your waist to your face to push your hair away, before grabbing your cheeks, “You just think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

“The funniest.” You answered, leaning up to kiss him longer this time.

You started taking Eddie’s jacket off him as the both of you moved up the bed to get more comfortable. He still had one hand on your cheek while the other moved down to your thigh to lift it up. As you continued kissing, you moved your hands under the back of his shirt, lifting it up a bit. 

Muffled voices from outside caused them to break apart, both of them thinking it was your parents. Eddie got up moving to the window to peek outside, seeing it was just a group of four boys.

“Just your kid neighbor and his friends.” Eddie said, walking back to sit on the bed next to you.”They still play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Last I’ve heard.” You answered, “Why, going to ask them to join Hellfire Club, nerd.”

“Who are you calling, nerd, Theater geek.”

“Theater is not geeky.” You said, putting a hand over your heart, pretending to be offended. All Eddie did was give an ‘Are you serious?’ look to get you to drop the act. “It is geeky, isn’t it?”

Both of them burst out laughing, Eddie replying with an over exaggerated nod and a big smile. “But your cuteness makes up for it.”

 You lightly shoved his shoulder in a joking manner, but Eddie still fell back on the bed, not before grabbing your waist to take you down with him. You now laid with you hovering over him, your arms holding you up, and his legs still on the ground. Eddie raised one hand pushing your hair away and keeping it there, his eyes searching your whole face. You watched as his eyes roamed your face, “You’re so cheesy.”

“Just for you, baby.” Eddie moved his hands to your waist as you moved to straddle his, before you both continued the kiss from earlier. 

The next morning, you are heading for school listening to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts by yourself in the car, Eddie having left in the middle of the night. 

On your drive, you passed your neighbor, Mike Wheeler, riding his bike with two of his friends instead of three. “That’s weird.” You mumbled with a confused look on your face. Thinking the third kid might be sick or something, you thought nothing more of it.

Slowing down, you honked at them, making the boys jump a little, waving at them to which they returned with a wave back. 

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You walked into the school and over to your locker that was next to your friends, Jonathan Byers, who was standing at his locker.

“Hey, Jonathan.” You said, snapping him out of his thoughts. You noticed the stressed out look on his face, concerning you. “Are you okay?”

“Um, actually have you seen Will,” Jonathan asked, sadness becoming more evident on his face. “He wasn’t home this morning, I thought maybe he just left for school early, but he wasn’t there.”

Becoming concerned for the young boy and sad for your friend that’s missing his brother, “He left the Wheeler’s last night with the rest of the boys, that’s the last I saw of him.”

“So, you did see him leave Mike’s?” Jonathan became more hopeful with that news.

“Well, I saw him get there, but I only heard them leave.” You confessed, watching some of the hope leave his eyes. “Eddie looked out the window when they left, he might’ve seen something, I’ll ask him.”

“Can you, please?” Jonathan asked hastily, needing answers.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You answered, still concerned for your friend you put your hand on his arm, looking up at him now noticing his eyes starting to water. You pulled him into a hug saying. “I’m so sorry Jonathan.”

Pulling back from the hug, “Thanks, Y/N, I’m going to go and look for him.”

“Okay, just let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.” Jonathan said, putting a small, fake smile on his face then turning to leave.

“Everything okay with him?” Your other friend, Robin Buckly, asked, coming up behind you.

Turning around to face Robin, You answered, “His brother might be missing.”

“Oh shit, seriously?” 

“Yeah, apparently he wasn’t there in the morning and wasn’t at school.”

“I hope they find him, that sucks.”

“Yeah,” You said, looking down at your feet, before looking back up at Robin, “I’m going to head to the bathroom before class starts, wanna come with?”

“Why not, got nothing better to do.” Robin replied, shrugging her shoulders, walking beside you.

“What else is there to do, go to class early?” You chuckled at your bad joke.

“Gross.” Robin said, laughing with you, about to push the bathroom door open until Nancy Wheeler barged through it.

“Sorry.” Nancy muttered, a blush appearing on her cheeks as she kept walking past the two girls before either of you had time for a reply.

You and Robin looked at each other with a confused, but slightly amused look on your face, before turning back around to head into the bathroom.

When you walked into the bathroom, you both once again stopped in your tracks as you ran into Steve Harrington.

“What are you doing in here, this is the girl’s bathroom, perv.” You knew exactly why he was in here after seeing Nancy leave.

“Oh please, like you and Eddie don’t come in here to do the same thing.” Steve scoffed 

“Eddie and I are classy we makeout under the bleacher or in his van.” You corrected with a smirk. Dropping the smirk, your face turned into a scowl, “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

Steve also had a scowl on his face at your words, shoved past the two leaving the bathroom. You and Robin once again turned to look at each other, bursting out laughing. Calming down a little, you, finally able to talk, said, “We better get to class.”

“Don’t you have to go to the bathroom?”

“I’m good now.” You replied, turning towards the door, walking out.

“What the fuck does that mean?” Robin asked, with a grossed out look on her face, but still chuckling at her friend’s weirdness.

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After school is over, you are at your locker putting away books, taking out your backpack and about to close the locker when two hands pull you back by the waist, causing a squeal to leave your mouth. Quickly turning around you sees that it’s Eddie, once again trying to scare you and succeeding.

“Why do you always have to do that?” You asked, hitting Eddie on the chest.

Pushing you back into the lockers, Eddie replied, “It’s fun and your squeal is really adorable.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You snorted, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him.

Pulling back, Eddie gave your forehead a kiss, “Alright, I’ve got to get to Hellfire Club, do you have theater?”

“Yeah.” You answered, before you both parted ways, you remembered what you were supposed to ask him, “Oh, did you see Will Byers leaving the Wheeler’s house last night?”

“Which one is he?”

“The scrawny one, with the light brown bowl cut.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw him leave off on a bike, why?”

“You’re only pretty sure, not positive?” You insisted, wanting to know for sure if Will was there or not.

“I don’t know, I just saw three kids leave on a bike.” Eddie persisted, confused on why you were so worried for this kid.

“Three?” You beamed, “That means Will was one of them.”

Grabbing onto your arms, Eddie persisted, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Apparently, Will wasn’t home this morning, so Jonathan was asking me if I saw him last night.” You said, letting out a sigh of stress, “But I told him I didn’t see him, but that you may have.”

“Oh man,” Eddie ran a hand through his hair, feeling bad for the Byers family, “There were three kids leaving on bikes last night.”

“Thank you, Eddie.” You said, happily grabbing his cheeks and giving him a big kiss.

“If I get kisses like that, I’ll help out more often.” Eddie joked.

“Alright, Casanova, you get to your nerd club and I’ll go to mine.” You pushed Eddie back, “I’m going to stop at the Byers’ tonight to let him know what you saw and see what else is going on.”

“Okay, be safe.” Eddie said, resting one hand on your hip, giving you a soft kiss before taking a step back.

“You too.”

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Once theater practice was over, you got into your car to head over the Byers’. When you pulled onto their road, you saw the many police cars in their driveways. 

You pulled into the driveway and put the car in park, getting out of the car and walking over to the front door. Seeing it already open, you walked into the house looking around for Jonathan.

“Jonathan!” You called out into the small house.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m in my room!” Jonathan yelled back to his friend.

You walked over to his room, seeing two police officers also in the room, “Hey, what’s going on?” You pulled him into a short hug.

“They found Will’s bike on the side of the road, so they’re checking to see if he might’ve come home.” Jonathan answered, turning back to the cops in his room to ask them a question, “What’re you looking for exactly?”

They both ignore his question as they continue searching the room, you scoff at them. One of the cops kept staring at an “Evil Dead” poster on Jonathan’s wall, “What’s going on there?”

“The tree’s possessed, it’s,” Jonathan paused before continuing, “Going inside her.”

“Yeeeeeesh”  The cop exaggerated.

Before the cop could say anything else around the two teenagers, the other cop cut in, “Hey kid, you got some water or juice or something? Dying here.”

Jonathan only nodded, before the two left the room towards the kitchen.

“Well, I guess I don’t need to tell you that I talked to Eddie and he did see Will leaving Mike’s house.” You said once you two reached the kitchen.

“Thank you for asking him though, and for being here.” Jonathan said, looking down.

“Of course, I wanna help out as much as I can.” You assured him, “We’re going to find him, he’s a smart kid.”

Jonathan smiled, “He really is.” You pulled him in for another hug, this time longer as you felt him start to shake as he held in his sobs.

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Year Two: Just Another Monday

Chapter List WC: 1,401

By the following morning, things had gone from bad to worse.

At breakfast the next morning, it was announced that Professor Dumbledore had been removed from his position of Headmaster, replaced by Professor McGonagall. And, on top of everything, Hagrid had been taken to a prison called Azkaban. 

With the new rules in place, it was impossible for Violet to meet up with Draco, which she had been desperate to do after his vanishing act the previous day. 

Classes continued as normal, and Violet was thankful for her first class of the day to be Herbology. The previous week they had been studying Aconite, most commonly known as Wolfsbane, for its use in the Wolfsbane Potion. Despite being extremely toxic, Violet couldn't help but find the flower rather pretty, as well as intriguing. 

Their studies on werewolves had been minimal, as the only discussion of it had been in D.A.D.A, where Professor Lockhart used the time to brag about how he had saved an entire village from a werewolf. 

Violet found many subjects in D.A.D.A. interesting, despite Lockhart's clear lack of teaching skills, and lycanthropy had been one of them. She had heard from some third-years that lycanthropy was taught more in-depth, and Violet was looking forward to it. Plus, her third-year had the added bonus of not having Lockhart as a professor, as the yearly curse would bring in a new D.A.D.A professor. 

"Violet Ellis!" The girl's eyes snapped to Professor Sprout, who was frowning at her, "Am I interrupting your daydreaming?"

Violet flushed with embarrassment, "No, Professor, sorry."

Professor Sprout observed Violet for a moment before returning to her lecture on the Wiggentree. 

"What's got you so lost in your head?" Aimee asked after they had left the greenhouse.

"Nothing in particular." Violet replied.

Hannah laughed, "You're an awful liar."

Violet hadn't been lying, per say. Really, she had so much going on in her mind that she couldn't focus on any one thing. Working with the Wiggentree's had given a small reprieve, if only for an hour. But now, on the way to potions, she was on the verge of being overwhelmed.

"Out with it," Hannah urged, "Before you need the calming draught."

"What's Azkaban? Why were so many people freaked when they found out Hagrid had been sent there? And who gave the order to remove Dumbledore? Without him, the attacks are going to increase by the day!" Violet was rambling, all of her thoughts coming out at once, "And who is behind these attacks? No one will confess, and there's no obvious answer. So how do we stop it? How do we protect ourselves?"

"Woah, woah!" Aimee stopped and turned to face Violet, "One question at a time, please."

"Azkaban is a prison for the most deranged and dangerous witches and wizards. It's guarding by dementors, who are said to torture the inhabitants." Hannah explained calmly, "For Hagrid to be sent there, when he hasn't committed a crime? It's inhumane, it's the worst thing they could have done to him."

"The board of Governors voted to remove Dumbledore," Aimee continued, "It's twelve witches and wizards who oversee Hogwarts. I'm not sure who all is on the board, but... Violet, Lucius Malfoy is on the board."

They had arrived at the potion dungeon, so they weren't able to continue their conversation. Professor Snape was in a particular mood, though no worse than usual. They reviewed the properties and he provided a demonstration of the Hair-Raising Potion. Their assignment was to recreate the potion by their next class, which for the Hufflepuffs, was the next afternoon. 

When Violet and her friends left the dungeons, they were all feeling frustrated, having struggled to follow Professor Snape's instructions. Hannah had commented previously that she believed Snape made his instructions as hard as possible to follow, in hopes of causing students to fail. Violet had started to believe it. 

On their way to lunch, Aimee restarted the conversation from earlier, "Violet, you know there's not much we can do, right? No one expects us to find out who's behind the attacks, much less how to stop them."

Violet sighed, "I know. Still, this has been going on for months, and they're no closer to finding out who's behind it."

"Don't worry," Hannah linked an arm with Violet, "Aimee will protect us."

Aimee made a noise of indignation but laughed when she saw the look on Hannah's face, which was telling Aimee to shut up and go along with it.

"Yes, I'll absolutely protect Hannah. Violet, though..." Aimee pretended to consider it, until Violet was shaking her head laughing, "I suppose I could protect her too."

"Wow, thank you." Violet held a hand over her heart, "It means so much to me."

All three girls were laughing as they sat down for lunch.

"What's so funny?" Cedric asked from across the table. 

Violet had been pleasantly surprised that morning when Cedric had walked with the girls to breakfast. She'd grown used to his silent treatment over the last few months, though she hated it. He'd apologized that morning for his behaviour, but he made sure to tell Violet how much he disapproved of her hanging around Draco Malfoy. She, without hesitation, told Cedric she didn't care for his approval, just his friendship. And just like that, they were friends again, though there was an uncomfortable strain between them that hadn't been there before. 

"Aimee's going to protect Hannah and I from being attacked. She's the most skilled witch out of all of us, you know." Violet was smiling as she loaded her plate with food.

"No, I take it back," Aimee chimed in, "I don't think I want to protect you anymore, you're being mean."

"That's okay, I know a certain pureblood who will protect her." Hannah laughed, looking over her shoulder at the aforementioned boy, who was staring at them across the Great Hall.

Violet's laugh was a little less genuine as her friends', but she didn't take the comment personally. After all, Draco was a pureblood, and he had been protecting her all year, just from other threats. 

She looked over her shoulder, waving at him as their eyes met. He waved back, but Violet felt a wave of unease at the blank expression he wore. She'd seen it frequently, as he wasn't one to show his emotions around others, but something was off. Luckily, they had History of Magic together in an hour, so she just had to wait until them to check on him.

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Draco was avoiding her. 

When they were escorted into the History of Magic classroom, Violet had to push through the throng of students just to get to her seat. She dropped her bag and made to move towards Draco's seat, but he wasn't in it. He was at the front of the class, surrounded by a group of Slytherins. Normally Violet wouldn't care about interrupting their conversation, but something about their body language had Violet staying away.

The group finally broke away when Professor Binns started his lecture on a topic Violet couldn't bother to focus on. Instead, she tried to catch Draco's attention. He was at the table across the aisle from her, so usually she could get his attention with a simple wave or whisper, but not today. 

She frowned as he stared at the front of the room, his attention seemingly on the professor. So she tried a different tactic, writing a quick note and sending it to him with a simple levitation charm. It landed on the desk, right atop his book, but still Draco paid it no mind. 

Violet turned to Aimee and Hannah, who had been watching her with shocked expressions.

"Is he ignoring you?" Hannah whispered.

"Seems so." Violet replied, slouching back in her chair. She tried to focus on the lecture, but she was too upset to care. 

Why was he ignoring her? Had she done something wrong? She wasn't sure what she could have done. The only thing that stuck out in her mind was the incident yesterday, with the calming draught. Did her asking for help upset him? 

One thing was for certain. Violet was not going to let him continue ignoring her. She was tired of her friends ignoring her when they were upset or angry, especially when she had no clue what she'd done wrong. She had only just started speaking with Cedric again, and she wasn't about to lose another friend she cared so deeply for.

Unfortunately, she wouldn't have the chance to confront him any time soon.

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What if he doesn't come back?

A quiet evening falls upon Wellington Wells as Edie and George have dinner. After they finish eating, Edie diligently does the dishes while George gets ready for his night shift. When George is ready, he returns to the kitchen.

"I'll wish you a good night later, take care, and don't go out. See you in the morning. I love you, Kitten," he says, giving her a final kiss before Edie sees him off to the door.

"Take care, my Puppy," Edie replies, closing and locking the door after he leaves. After finishing the dishes, she prepares for bed in the bathroom, putting on her pajamas and brushing her teeth. When she's done, she turns on the bedroom television, and Uncle Jack's Good Night Show begins, with the second episode of Hansel and Gretel playing. She lies down in bed and falls asleep quickly.

George's shift is relatively quiet until he hears something in a dead-end alley. It's a foggy night, making it difficult to see with his flashlight. He grips his nightstick and cautiously enters the alley.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Show yourself!" he calls out, but there's no response. He continues further, scanning the area. "Come out, come out, wherever you are."

Suddenly, a rat leaps out from a trash can and runs past George. "Damn vermin!" he exclaims, startled. He retreats to his post and continues his rounds.

A few calm hours pass until he finds himself in the same alley again. This time, he hears something, but he dismisses it, thinking it's another rat. "Not again," he mutters, moving closer and catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure with two red eyes in the fog. He stops, fear creeping in. "Is someone there?"

Naturally, he receives no answer but takes a few more steps. "You'd better not be another rat..." He looks around but finds nothing. Suddenly, a figure appears behind him and laughs.

"I'm afraid you've come to the end of your time." the figure says, startling George. He reaches for his nightstick, but before he can strike, he receives a cut on his arm. "Damn it!" he cries out in pain, dropping his nightstick.

Before George can react, the figure in the fog strikes again, causing George to fall to the ground, screaming. George isn't dead yet; he struggles to defend himself. He manages to grab his nightstick and hits the figure's legs.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching Bobbies can be heard, likely drawn by George's screams. The figure in the fog vanishes as the Bobbies arrive at George's side. They rush to him as he fights for his life, trying to stop the bleeding.

"George! Hang in there, buddy... a doctor will be here soon!" one Bobby says, but George can barely see anymore, mumbling.

"Foggy... Jack... it... was... Foggy... Jack," George stammers before closing his eyes and dying in the arms of the two Bobbies.

Both of them, who tried to keep him alive, remain silent and briefly remove their helmets. "Thank you for your service, George. You were a good comrade."

When the doctor arrives with the third Bobby who fetched him, they pronounce George dead. They take him away and cordon off the alley. The Bobbies continue their night shift.

The Bobby who had spoken with George makes a detour to the Pride residence. He hesitates as he stands before the house, just as the sun rises. He knocks loudly on the door.

Edie is awakened by the knocking and rushes to the door. "ONE MOMENT, PLEASE!" She goes down the stairs, forgetting to put on her Joy mask, and opens the door. She is surprised to see a different Bobby than George.

"Good morning, what can I do for you?" she asks.

The Bobby looks at her with a serious and sad expression. "Miss Pride? I have something to tell you..."

He struggles to deliver the news, knowing how much she loved George. Normally, Bobbies and doctors only say that the deceased are on "holiday."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you, but your husband George passed away during his duty last night..."

Edie can't believe his words, and tears start to flow before she can speak. She hopes it's just a bad dream, but the Bobby's hand on her shoulder makes her realize it's not. She breaks down in tears and collapses into the Bobby's arms. He allows her to cry and comforts her as best he can. It's hard for him not to cry as well, but he tries to remain strong and hands her a Joy. He knows that Edie often forgets to take her Joy, but he doesn't want to burden her with it now.

Several minutes pass, and Edie is still crying in his arms. The television sets in the house turn on, playing Uncle Jack's Good Morning Show.

"Edie... I know this is difficult for you, and I'm here for you. Stay home for now and be with your friends. I'll come back later this afternoon to check on you. George asked me to tell you the truth, even though it's difficult, but I wanted to be the one to tell you. Take care, and George still loves you, and he's always with you," he says before giving her another brief hug.

Edie looks at him with tear-filled eyes and nods. "Thank you... Constable."

With that, she closes the door and collapses to the floor, continuing to cry. She repeats to herself through sobs, "George... I love you... why did this have to happen?"

A few hours pass, and Edie is still sitting on the floor, her tears now dried up. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Edie startles and gets up, wiping away her tears. She remembers to put on her Joy mask before answering the door.

She opens it to find a doctor standing there. "Good day, Miss Pride. I must inform you that Mr. Pride is on leave starting today. After such strenuous work, he's earned it."

Edie knows he's lying, and due to her fear of doctors, she only nods slightly. The doctor sniffs lightly and extends his hand with a Joy pill in it. "I think you should take your Joy, Miss."

Edie silently takes the Joy, but this time, it doesn't seem to have any effect. The doctor doesn't notice and bids her farewell.

Edie is puzzled as to why her Joy isn't working anymore. She knows it should make her feel better, but it doesn't. Panic sets in, and she picks up the phone and dials the number of the Bobby who had been with her earlier that morning. A woman answers, but before Edie can say anything, the Bobby picks up the call.

"Edie? Is that you? Should I come over? Can I bring you something?"

"Please come over... I'm not doing well... I..." Before she can finish her sentence, he interrupts.

"Don't worry, I'll be right there. Give me a few minutes; I'm on my way."

He hangs up and rushes over to Edie's house. Edie hangs up as well and sits on the sofa. She starts to panic, wondering why her Joy isn't working. She's grateful that the Bobby told her the truth.

After a while, there was a knock on her door. She got up and opened it; it was Bobby. He entered and closed the door for their safety. He was doing things for Edie that he shouldn't. They both went to the living room and sat on the sofa.

"What happened, Edie?"

"A doctor came... and told me he's going on vacation now. He gave me my Joy, but... it's not working."

"How? It's not working?"

He was confused, not knowing what else to do. "Do you want one of mine? I know they're not for regular use, but maybe it'll help you."

Edie nodded and took the Blackberry Joy he offered. But she showed no reaction either.

"Damn... I think it's not working for you either."

She panicked and didn't know what to do anymore. Bobby held her and tried to calm her.

"It's okay, Edie. No one will betray you to the doctors. You just need to avoid getting caught by them. Try to calm down for now."

Edie nodded slowly. "Yes, but George... he's gone... forever. I don't know what to do without him. He was... he was my everything."

The Bobby nodded. "I and the other Bobbies are here for you. Whatever happens, we'll help you. We're so sorry it happened to him tonight. He was a good person."

"Why? Why him? ...he didn't do anything to anyone... who was it?"

"We think it was Foggy Jack... he mentioned him, and the crime scene looked almost like the others, just not as severe... but we couldn't catch him, let alone save George... I'm sorry, Edie."

Edie remained strong, as she couldn't cry anymore; she simply stayed silent. After a while, she looked at him. "Can you stay here today? I can't be alone..."

Bobby looked at her and nodded. "Of course, I'm off today anyway, and I told my girl I'd let her know if I stay with you. I was prepared for this."

Edie was so grateful and hugged him. She was thankful that he told her the truth and that he was staying with her.

"Thank you... George would be proud of you for doing all this for me."

"I know how important he was to you. He only spoke good things about you. Plus, I heard you're a good cook?" He tried to lighten the mood. "Maybe I'll get something good from you tonight!"

Edie smiled slightly at his words and nodded. "Of course, whatever you want! We just need to go shopping."

He was glad to see Edie smile briefly. "It's on me today! We'll go shopping together, and then you'll cook us something nice."

Edie nodded. Suddenly, the TV turned on, and Jack with Famous Britons came on in the living room. Edie looked at the TV and rushed to turn it off.

Bobby looked at her in surprise. "Why did you turn it off? You love Jack!"

Edie sat back down with him. "I can't handle it right now... that was his favorite show..."

"Oh, I see. How about we go shopping now?" Bobby and Edie spent the rest of the day shopping for the evening and cooking together. The distraction seemed to help Edie a bit. Fortunately, the day passed quickly.

After dinner, they both sat on the sofa and talked when Edie suddenly fell silent and looked at him.

"Do you think we can secretly make a grave for him somewhere? So I at least have something to go to and talk to him?"

He looked at her and nodded. "We can try. We'll find a place for him. Don't worry about it. Try to get some sleep for now, and tomorrow we'll look for a place, okay?"

Edie nodded and got up. She brought a blanket and pillows for him to sleep on the sofa.

"If you need anything else, help yourself. I'll be upstairs... trying to sleep."

"Alright, Edie. Sleep well, and feel free to come to me if you can't sleep, okay?"

Edie nodded and went upstairs. "Goodnight." She turned on the TV in her room, Uncle Jack with Red Riding Hood part 1 was playing. It took her a while to fall asleep, and she didn't sleep through the night. She was plagued by a nightmare and woke up in a panic. She jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to Bobby, waking him up.

He immediately got up, wrapped her in a blanket, and sat her down next to him, comforting her until she fell asleep. When he noticed that she had fallen asleep after a while, he carefully lifted her and took her to her bed. He put his blanket back on the chair in the room, covered Edie with her blanket, turned off the TV that was still on but showing nothing, and sat in the corner chair in the room. He covered himself and, after a while, fell asleep in the chair.

[alldragonsaregood]

Hey y’all Draggers, Rev here!

It’s been awhile since I’ve made an actual post :P Been thinking this past year, I wanna do something cool with all y’all again!

So, excluding the silly “Build-A-Dragon” post with my friend Pheel, I haven’t done anything cool inna while. Once I was doing weekly hoard reblogs, but sadly that got too much for me to handle :( Same with the weekly Dragon themes I also used to do 😔 And while I do have my friend Tom with me as well, we’re busy creatures and I don’t see us being able to revive a daily series. Another thing I did was hold periodic raffles from followers to get their Dragons drawn! For all the Dragons who didn’t have art of theirselves, I made a raffle for those people, winner got a ref art piece paid by me (: First two went successful, but the artist for the third kinda, vanished :( I only lost $5, artist did a dual payment system, but piece never got finished, and I stopped those raffle things :(

I wanna do something new! What ideas do y’all have that can cause interaction with us? I’m not gonna start the raffles up again I don’t think, and while the daily themes were cool I don’t see that restarting either. But! I am open to ideas :) Shoot them in the replies of this post. I’ll be looking

[angel-of-reckoning]

Chapter 33 in-progress scene

Hoping that sharing a scene from Chapter 33 will help motivate me to finish it.

Mitsumi wasted no time in getting started on her new mission. The next morning, she demanded a battle with Silver as the first of the Gym Leaders she’d challenge. It did take a mild amount of convincing for him to break the customary order that placed Viridian Gym last, but once they got to the Celadon City Trainer House, any reluctance he had vanished.

The first match-up of their contest saw Mitsumi’s Electivire pitted against Silver’s red Gyarados. It had been a short but brutal affair; while Electivire capitalized on her type advantage to achieve victory fairly quickly, Gyarados managed to land two blows with Aqua Tail and a third with Ice Fang, weakening Electivire enough that Silver’s Mamoswine finished her off immediately upon entering the battle. Mitsumi responded by sending in her Infernape. The two dueled to a swift draw, with Infernape’s Raging Fury balancing out his type disadvantage to bring Mamoswine down at the same time he fell to Mamoswine’s Earthquake.

With one Pokémon left on each side, Silver sent out his Weavile, while Mitsumi decided to take a risk. If she were to complete her mission to defeat Polaris, she reasoned that she wouldn’t be able to play things safely. On top of that, she’d made promises both to others and herself that she would do what she was planning to try. With all of that in mind, she placed her hopes of winning the Earth Badge on the Aether Foundation's synthetic Pokémon.

“What is that Pokémon?” Silver questioned once it appeared. Weavile stared at it, sharing his trainer’s confusion.

“We’re going to officially call it Silvally, but for now it’s classified as Type: Null,” Mitsumi replied. “I’m taking care of it on the Aether Foundation’s behalf. Right now it has a power it can’t control, so it has to wear that limiter helmet. It’s my hope that I can help it gain control over that power.”

“It looks strong, even if its power is limited. Weavile, let’s see what it’s made of! X-Scissor!”

“Type: Null, you use X-Scissor too!”

The two Pokémon pounced at each other, both baring their claws. They clashed in the middle of the field, their respective cross-slashing attacks holding the other’s back. As they fought for dominance, a vicious growl echoed out from under Type: Null’s helmet, causing Weavile to shudder.

“Don’t give in, even if we don’t know what it can do!” Silver shouted. “Poison Jab!”

Weavile pulled his right claw back, partially disengaging from the X-Scissor clash. He charged it with venom, making it take on a purple glow, and jammed it into Type: Null’s neck, shoving the chimera Pokémon back.

Intending to press his advantage, Silver balled his right hand into a fist and called out, “Ice Shard!”

A soft, white aura surrounded Weavile’s body, giving shape to a number of jagged ice chunks around him. With a swing of his claw, he flung them into Type: Null, battering it further. It roared and thrashed around under the impact of the shards, its frustration seemingly causing it to start regressing into the feral state Mitsumi originally discovered it in.

“You can do this!” she reassured it, extending her hand in its direction. “Calm down. Focus on my voice… breathe.”

Mitsumi’s guidance did wonders for Type: Null, helping to subdue its wild, erratic behavior. It managed to grow still again, and much as she had instructed it, the sound of deep breathing could be heard from underneath its limiter.

“So it’s got a better handle on itself than I thought. That won’t make a difference. You’ll need more than that to beat Polaris! Weavile, use Ice Shard again!”

“Type: Null, Tri Attack!”

Weavile was able to act first, sending another swarm of Ice Shards flying toward his opponent. Instead of simply taking the blows, however, Type: Null swung its head, using the protrusions around its neck to knock them down. Once most of them were neutralized, it lifted its head back and roared again, a trio of glowing orbs forming around it. These spheres - one yellow and sparking with electricity, one a red fireball and one blue and radiating freezing cold - converged on Weavile when Type: Null swung its head back down, hitting him from multiple sides at once. The onslaught brought Weavile to his knees and left him with multiple burn marks dotting his his fur.

“We aren’t done yet!” Silver defiantly argued, even in the face of his and Weavile’s shifting fortunes. “Weavile, show them! Night Slash!”

“The advantage is ours,” Mitsumi countered. “Iron Head!”

Weavile tried to stand back up, but before he could act, Type: Null jumped at him. The entirety of Type: Null’s helmet had taken on a silvery, metallic sheen, making plain the threat the move posed to Silver’s Pokémon. Still on one knee, Weavile attempted to drive Type: Null back by stabbing at it with his claw, but with the burn sapping his strength, Type: Null easily pushed past it and headbutted him at full force. The collision sent Weavile flying all the way across the battlefield, and when he landed near Silver’s feet, he did not get back up.

“Weavile is unable to battle!” Silva, who had been standing on the sidelines and acting as the referee, announced. “That means the winner is Type: Null, and the victory goes to Mitsumi!”

Mitsumi breathed a sigh of relief as she made her way to Type: Null’s side and put her hand on its head. “Well done, Null,” she praised it, earning a pleased bark in response. “You keep working like that, and you’ll have control over your power in no time. Then we can take that mask off.”

“Very pleased President Lusamine will be when that day arrives,” Looker said as he joined his apprentices on the field after watching the battle. “And the Silvally will make a fine partner for our operations.”

“Hmph,” Silver scoffed, approaching the International Police trio while clutching a small object in his hand. “I haven’t reached my full strength yet. Right now, this is the limit of what I can do… I have to get better if I’m going to draw out my partners’ full strength. You better keep up, or I’ll leave you behind.”

“I’ll come back after this is all over,” Mitsumi promised him, “then we’ll face each other, no holds barred.”

“Make sure you’re ready, because I will be. For now, just take this…” Silver tossed the object he was holding to Mitsumi. When she caught it, she saw that it was a small, green pin in the shape of a tree. “...I don’t think that’s ever going to stop feeling strange, giving out the same Gym Badge the old man used to. Tch…”

[ongolecharles]

DAILY SCRIPTURE READINGS (DSR) 📚 Group, Mon Nov 18th, 2024 ... Monday of The Thirty-Third Week in Ordinary Time, Year B

Reading 1

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RV 1:1-4; 2:1-5

The revelation of Jesus Christ, which God gave to him,

to show his servants what must happen soon.

He made it known by sending his angel to his servant John,

who gives witness to the word of God

and to the testimony of Jesus Christ by reporting what he saw.

Blessed is the one who reads aloud

and blessed are those who listen to this prophetic message

and heed what is written in it, for the appointed time is near.

John, to the seven churches in Asia: grace to you and peace

from him who is and who was and who is to come,

and from the seven spirits before his throne.

I heard the Lord saying to me:

“To the angel of the Church in Ephesus, write this:

“‘The one who holds the seven stars in his right hand

and walks in the midst of the seven gold lampstands says this:

“I know your works, your labor, and your endurance,

and that you cannot tolerate the wicked;

you have tested those who call themselves Apostles but are not,

and discovered that they are impostors.

Moreover, you have endurance and have suffered for my name,

and you have not grown weary.

Yet I hold this against you:

you have lost the love you had at first.

Realize how far you have fallen.

Repent, and do the works you did at first.

Otherwise, I will come to you

and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent.”’”

 

Responsorial Psalm

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PS 1:1-2, 3, 4 AND 6

R. (Rev. 2:17) Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.

Blessed the man who follows not

the counsel of the wicked

Nor walks in the way of sinners,

nor sits in the company of the insolent,

But delights in the law of the LORD

and meditates on his law day and night.

R. Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.

He is like a tree

planted near running water,

That yields its fruit in due season,

and whose leaves never fade.

Whatever he does, prospers.

R. Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.

Not so the wicked, not so;

they are like chaff which the wind drives away.

For the LORD watches over the way of the just,

but the way of the wicked vanishes.

R. Those who are victorious I will feed from the tree of life.

 

Alleluia

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JN 8:12

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

I am the light of the world, says the Lord;

whoever follows me will have the light of life.

R. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel

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LK 18:35-43

As Jesus approached Jericho

a blind man was sitting by the roadside begging,

and hearing a crowd going by, he inquired what was happening.

They told him,

“Jesus of Nazareth is passing by.”

He shouted, “Jesus, Son of David, have pity on me!”

The people walking in front rebuked him,

telling him to be silent,

but he kept calling out all the more,

“Son of David, have pity on me!”

Then Jesus stopped and ordered that he be brought to him;

and when he came near, Jesus asked him,

“What do you want me to do for you?”

He replied, “Lord, please let me see.”

Jesus told him, “Have sight; your faith has saved you.”

He immediately received his sight

and followed him, giving glory to God.

When they saw this, all the people gave praise to God.

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FOCUS AND LITURGY OF THE WORD

OPENING PRAYER: Lord God, as you pass by before me, take pity on me. Let me see with the spiritual eyes of faith. Cure the blindness caused by sin. Fill me with your Spirit so that I may praise you, thank you, and give you glory.

 

ENCOUNTERING THE WORD OF GOD

 

1. YOUR FAITH HAS SAVED YOU: The Gospel of Luke records two stories in Jericho, one involving a poor man (Luke 18:35-43) and another involving a rich man (Luke 19:1-10). There are many parallels between the two stories, and they mutually illuminate each other. In both stories, Jesus, like God in the Old Testament, is said to be “passing by.” The poor man was blind and was begging for alms as Jesus passed by. The rich man was a chief tax collector and climbed a sycamore tree as Jesus passed by. Both stories are about salvation. Both stories show that Jesus seeks out what was lost. In the first story, faith saves the poor man. He begs the Son of David for mercy, and he receives not only physical sight but also the spiritual vision of faith. Once he was cured, he followed Jesus on the way to Jerusalem. In the second story, which we will hear tomorrow, repentance, faith, and works of charity lead the rich man to salvation.

 

2. THE PROPHETIC MESSAGE OF REVELATION: Our First Reading is taken from the Book of Revelation. The Book calls itself a “prophecy.” It is a prophecy in at least three ways. In its original context, it is a prophecy about the destruction of Jerusalem in A.D. 70. Many of the images of armies, war, and destruction refer to the Jewish War (66-70 A.D.) and the long siege of Jerusalem by the Romans. Second, the Book of Revelation is a prophecy that foretells the battle between good and evil that will unfold throughout human history. Third, it ultimately is a prophecy about the events that will happen near the end of time. In the passage selected as today’s First Reading, John is directed by Jesus, the Son of Man, to write seven letters to seven Churches in Asia Minor (modern-day Turkey). Each letter evaluates the condition of the Church, announces a punishment for infidelity, and offers a blessing for victory through perseverance. 

 

3. THE LETTER TO THE CHURCH'S IN EPHESUS: The first letter, which we read today, is directed to the Church in Ephesus. The Ephesians are praised for their endurance and work and for discerning between true Apostles and false imposters. At the same time, Jesus points out that the Ephesians have lost the fervor of their original love. They are invited by Jesus to repent and do the works they did at first. If they do not repent, Jesus will remove the Church, symbolized by the golden lampstand, from Ephesus. However, if the members of the Church are victorious over temptation and persevere through the tribulation, they will be blessed with eternal life, symbolized by eating from the Tree of Life. 

 

CONVERSING WITH CHRIST: Lord Jesus, give me to eat from the fruit of the Tree of Life, the Eucharist, your own Body and Blood. Keep me in your grace, fill me with your Spirit, so that I may inherit eternal life with you.

 

LIVING THE WORD OF GOD: The blind man in today’s Gospel persevered through many decades of trial. And when he was shown mercy, he glorified God, followed Jesus, and led others to praise God. Revelation offers us the promise and blessing of eternal life to those who persevere through trial, overcome temptation, and renew their love for God. What do I need to do to rekindle my first love for God and persevere in that love with God’s grace?

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SAINT OF THE DAY

The Story of the Dedication of the Churches of Saints Peter and Paul

St. Peter’s is probably the most famous church in Christendom. Massive in scale and a veritable museum of art and architecture, it began on a much humbler scale. Vatican Hill was a simple cemetery where believers gathered at Saint Peter’s tomb to pray. In 319, Constantine built a basilica on the site that stood for more than a thousand years until, despite numerous restorations, it threatened to collapse. In 1506, Pope Julius II ordered it razed and reconstructed, but the new basilica was not completed and dedicated for more than two centuries.

St. Paul’s Outside-the-Walls stands near the Abaazia delle Tre Fontane, where Saint Paul is believed to have been beheaded. The largest church in Rome until St. Peter’s was rebuilt, the basilica also rises over the traditional site of its namesake’s grave. The most recent edifice was constructed after a fire in 1823. The first basilica was also Constantine’s doing.

Constantine’s building projects enticed the first of a centuries-long parade of pilgrims to Rome. From the time the basilicas were first built until the empire crumbled under “barbarian” invasions, the two churches, although miles apart, were linked by a roofed colonnade of marble columns.

Reflection

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Peter, the rough fisherman whom Jesus named the rock on which the Church is built, and the educated Paul, reformed persecutor of Christians, Roman citizen, and missionary to the gentiles, are the original odd couple. The major similarity in their faith-journeys is the journey’s end: both, according to tradition, died a martyr’s death in Rome—Peter on a cross and Paul beneath the sword. Their combined gifts shaped the early Church and believers have prayed at their tombs from the earliest days.

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[neowinestainedress]

this is what i wrote yesterday while talking to myself on twitter lmao tried to keep it normal and sfw because if i spoke my real thoughts... i still have dignity somewhere

no but you're so #REAL like the things he makes me feel i'm complety insane and the thougths are definitely nsfw..

the problem is not only the piercing the whole look is insane when he has his hair like this i lose my mind and the eye makeup??? his golden skin???

yes. the probem IS HIM emo haechan no one will ever get you like me..... what do i need to do to have him i just want ONE (1) chance with him. he's so so pretty and hot literally not fair. GODDDD im thinking of that look once again and im screaming internally i want to eat him (in every sense of the word).

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Hiii! I’m sorry if it took me so long to reply but I’ve been busy and I didn’t want to rush the reply. This was karma telling you to never pull this move again ajsojlks I can’t even say “well at least you didn’t work for almost a month” because you came back to do even more 😭 But hey you had a great time at least!

hii rebs<3 don't worry!! and yes that was my karma but guess what i went to another concert on october 9 (A.C.E) so i had to come up with another lie and i felt so bad cause i literally killed a (nonexistent) family member to go in my defense it was my sisters idea😭 but it was SO worthy like i swear it was the best experience ever, the concert was amazing and the members were so so so so sweet and beautiful upclose even tho the second they looked at me i forgot what i had planned to tell them and blushed like crazy in front of yuchan (my fav) and he laughed at me held my hand and we took pictures together and idk im giggling and smiling like crazy thinking about it (when i wrote this i was alone at the office thank god)

omg that’s so cute!!! I miss making friendship bracelets, I wanted to make some for a concert I was supposed to see but thank god I didn’t have time because the whole tour got cancelled so I would’ve wasted beads and time lmao (I still have so many beads for taylor, I hope that for the next tour we will keep doing this because I don’t know what to do with them lmao)

YES!! i missed doing friendship bracelets so my sister suggested doing it but i dont think i will ever do it again because it was super tiring and time consuming.... noo and im so sorry about your concert :(

okay but second row is such a good position especially since you didn’t arrive super early. I feel you, for taylor I had to be there at 12:00 (before to get in line, but they opened at 14:00 when the concert started at 21 I wanted to die, I literally only survived because I started talking with two girls in line and then we became a small group). Noooo that’s one of my biggest nightmares, not you starting to question if it was you aodoss but lmao that’s what I fear the most in crowded spaces, it doesn’t matter how clean I am I always start thinking that the water didn’t do anything and the perfume just vanished and I smell like shit (also let’s be honest, it’s not so easy to know where the smell comes from so even if it’s not me I’m always afraid people might think it’s me 😭) tall people should be banned from the standing sessions I said what I said!!!

i love when you make new friends at the concert line. yes!! when we arrived back to the airbnb after the concert me and my friend smelled eachother to check if we weren't the smelly ones 😭😭 BAN TALL PEOPLE FROM STANDING SECTIONS!!!!!!

not you studying where they go lmao but could you choose or were you on that side because of the tickets you had?

what can i say i'll do ANYTHING to have haechan in front of me shgfsdjk (a little tmi that it might make me sound like an akgae but i swear im not i love all my neos i just dont play about haechan) but when i went to the link and since haechan didn't come i didn't mind being in third row like of course i would have loved barricade but when i ended up at the third row it was like okayyy and i didn't try to get more close to the stage and i enjoyed it so much especially since i even grabbed a piece of taeyong's shirt sjgjhdks but yes i studied their positions (i even did an excel with haechan and chenles positions so me and my friend could decide which side to go) and for this concert all the vip section (standing floor) was open so you could decide when you entered the venue where to go, unlike the past concerts where you had to buy the side you wanted. originally i wanted the left side ONLY if i was in barricade cause if not i wanted to go the extended stage but when i went inside the venue it was super packed that side so it was a big no (they sold more than 700 soundcheck packages so i think more than half of the people were at that side)

how does the soundcheck work? Did they try all the songs? Or was it mostly talking? I’m sorry if it’s stupid but I don’t know anything about this tour because I was/am so mad I couldn’t go I didn’t watch anything lmao.

to be honest, the whole experience SUCKS. we paid $400 and had the worst experience between all the other sections but i only paid it so i could see them more time and up close (but i wouldn’t recommend it i mean i’d do it again but as i said just to see them more not because it was a good experience). in terms of the actual soundcheck they come out at 5:30 with their "own" clothes (at least in asia they came out without their hair and makeup done and with their own clothes, but in latam and usa they wore the merch and had their makeup and hair done) and they introduced themselves and talked for about 5 minutes then mark asked about what song we wanted to hear (me knowing they took to my first out of the setlist: TO MY FIRST!!!!!) and he pretended we said all night long skhshjkf (cause they always sing anl at the sc), the song started and they went to the extend stage and they just walk and interact with the fans while singing, throwing kisses, reading the signs, doing kyuu, etc. after the song ended they did a little ment again talking about what they did the day before in chile. then they sang yogurt shake, did a short ment, sang sos (they sometimes exchange sos with candy if i remember correctly) and did a final ment then said goodbye (the soundcheck lasts about 20/25 minutes in total)

NOT YOU AND HAECHAN LOST IN YOUR OWN WORLD I LOVE YOUUUU

me and haechan are actually in a 7 year old relationship he just doesn’t know it yet 😁

the only thing I will ever be jealous of the usa is the sitting floor because standing floor is HELL I don’t care I’m used to it, it’s just hell every time and people have no boundaries. When I saw taylor I sat almost all day but then people started getting up before paramore and if you sat down you felt like suffocating (it was summer, in milan where it’s humid af, the sun hit the stage until the speak now set lmaooo I was frying) like there are already two hours to wait WHY ARE YOU STANDING??? the same thing happened with 127, one person RIPPED the signed ball from my hand I was shocked, like… is it really that serious?

yes i CAN'T do standing concerts anymore pleaseee also some people are super rude and ruin the experience 💔 for taylor thank god i bougth numbered? tickets (they were only $6 cheaper than the vip section but i was scared to go to the standing floor with argentinians cause they are WILD) and even tho i only arrived like 2/3 hours early i ended up being SUPER tired so yeah.... BAN STANDING CONCERTS!!!!!!! unfortunely for sabrina (but thank god for me), she wasnt that famous yet back in november so when she came out no one was standing 💔 but for the 127 the dumbass people started standing up like an hour and a half earlier i HATED THEM

gawddd what is wrong with these people how can someone be so rude to rip something from your hand fucking psycho

GIRL OMG AHSOOSO HOW ARE YOU ALIVE???? WAIT HOW DID YOU GET IT BACK OMG??? I fear this keychain doesn’t want to leave you

i am in fact not alive. after the concert ended i went to barricade and started trying to get the attention of one of the staffs because i asked a guard and he said he couldn't talk to anyone from the staff (such a liar because they were only chilean staffs) so i started to scream at whoever staff passed by and a lady guard started kicking me out of the venue and i said no wait i can't go i only want the keychain and i'll leave and she was so not nice but at least she let me but was BESIDE ME trying to check that i didn't do anything else ???? so one male staff was passing by and i said HEYYY FRIEND (what is wrong with me sfhdkfhkdk) could you please grab the little keychain that is on the stage and give it back to me? so he climbed the stage and had to look for it and found it so i got it back and finally left so yeahh that's how i got it back... and to be honest i kinda grew attached to the keychain so i was super hesitant to throwing it to the stage but i said if haechan uses it then it doesn't matter because also that was the only reason i bought it in the first place but thank god i got it back tho cause at some point i thougth i'll never see it again. wish i could buy a second keychain so i could have matching ones with haechan but that was the only one i could find in the world (i wish i was joking 😭)

I can imagine if you didn’t sit for hours straight omg 😭😭 (we talked about the eras tour, right? Didn’t we both get out of the woods as a surprise song or am I making it up? 😭😭)

YESYESYES WE TALKED ABOUT THE ERAS TOUR BUT I COULD TALK ABOUT IT NONSTOP AND YESSSS WE ARE SURPRISE SONG TWINS!!!

I didn’t see the videos but I agree with your friend (let's hope haechan doesn't mind you cheating on him)

i need to come out of the anonymity so i can show you my pics and we can chat NORMALLY and not through asks…. and haechan will have to suck it up!!!

omg? And your friend didn’t say or do anything? I don’t understand people sometime because one thing was if she tried to get to know you and releazied she didn’t like you, but she didn’t even try??? Dind’t even say hello??? Rude as fuck for no reason at all??? Maybe she was jealous of you and your friend?

yeah she was a fucking weirdo and so manipulative thank god my friend dropped her… but i also got kinda annoyed that she didn’t say anything and i mean i can defend myself i really have no problema doing that but she as the mutual friend she should have said something….

WDYM YOU HATE THE BRAIDS??? I LOVE THEM ON HIM

i HATE them so much in fact no words can explain how much i hate long hair on him (and actually on almost every idols it always looks TERRIBLE)

the difference in the length between him and the others is SENDING ME LMAO you don’t even try to hide it (as you should) the way EVERYONE say he’s even prettier irl kills me omg how can it be possible. “mijito rico” in chile 🤝🏽 “sei bellissima/o” in italy. maybe he was more tired back then? Tbh idk because I even if I surely saw videos of tds2 I don’t remember anything lmao but if all you felt it I’m sure it was like this

i tried to write longer paragraphs for the other members but since the haechan tunnel vision was crazy i only watched them for a short period so i don’t have much to say about them 😭😭😭but god i’m just thinking of irl haechan and i’m ascending he’s seriously so so so so so pretty

omgg 🤝🏼 and its so funny cause mijito rico has a song that goes “MIJITO RICO MIJITO RICO LA LA LA LA LALA LALALALALA” and haechan danced to it 😭

i want to think he was tired and not that he hated us especially since i watched lots of videos and it seemed like he only acted that way in chile

from the videos I have the feeling he has an amazing stage presence and it’s super underrated tbh but I wouldn’t know.

i swear his stage presence is no joke and in my opinion at least in live performances he’s the best singer between the 7

I’m so happy it was a great experience and you had fun!!! let's hope next time they will come back as 7 once again

thank you so much rebs i hope you can see 7dream soon too ❤️‍🩹

what merch will you get?

idk i didn’t have a particular one in mind but i saw the merch they sold at the netherlands and it’s kinda ugly i didn’t like anything 😭 so i was thinking maybe buy non official merch outside the venue? but i don’t even know if they sell that in europe so idkkk

I have nothing to say really lmao. I’ve been busy because I took photos for an exhibition I will have in November and I’m super happy with how they came out.

OMGG HELLO??? REBS THAT’S HUGE??? CONGRATULATION ON THE EXHIBITION THAT’S AMAZING IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!! i bet all the pictures came amazing and the exhibition will be super successful when is the inauguration??

I was supposed to see one of my favorite singers yesterday but then she postponed the concert to November and then yesterday she cancelled the whole tour so I’m a bit sad about it cause I have been looking forward to it since February. And also since I was already seeing her I decided not to see another singer I like but I couldn’t even get tickets last minute for him because the last cities left were in these days and not close to where I live so I wouldn’t have time to organize a trip rip.

clairo right?:( i’m so sorry for that i don’t listen to her music but i saw a lot of people super bummed about it and i know how much it must suck for you especially since it was firstly postponed and then cancelled:/ sending you lots of hugs bby 🫶🏼

i will put my reply to the other asks in here to not have multiple ones at the same time!

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OMG NOOOO THAT’S LIKE ONE OF MY BIGGEST NIGHTMARES 😭😭😭 can’t you post-pone the vacation? it’s all already paid? (also i’m sorry but i imagined you maybe all dressed up at this party, cheering for the tour and then realizing when he’s coming there and having a breakdown sjdjdj)

i tried but i can’t change the airplane tickets for another day and it’s also already paid 😭 and yesaidjskxks i was hanging out with a lot of friends at the party (they don’t even know i like kpop) and i opened twitter just as an habit and the FIRST thing i saw was the post and i was like WAIT IT SAYS SANTIAGO and i saw the (wrong) date (i saw the mexico one thinking it was for chile) so i was like noo not on january 28th how am i supposed to ask for the day off especially since it’s like 3 days before our vacations but then i closed the app but as the party kept going i kept thinking about what should i say at work so i went to twitter again to make sure it was really on jan 28 and that’s when i realized it was actually february 4 for chile 😭😭😭😭😭 i wanted to scream SO BAD and i just said OMG NO and covered my mouth and my friends asked me what happened and i had to act like it was nothing when in fact i was DYING inside

(this is me if you even care 😞 https://x.com/VideoReacts/status/1742619354426982826/video/1)

i guess your vacation is not in another city where and when he’s playing (this doesn’t make sense so for example, if you’re flying to sao paulo you get tickets for that city instead) i hope you’ll find a solution please let me know if you do 😭

i hate myself so much rn because when my mom asked us where we wanted to go me and my sister immediately replied “NOT to brazil” and we ended choosing argentina cause last time my mom couldn’t go with us plus we didn’t have enough time to go to all the places we wanted but to my bad luck no kpop artist go to argentina but they do go to brazil 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 so i really have no solution and i won’t be able to see him and it angers me so much cause i’ve been waiting for YEARS for him and i almost lost my mind when he was away in the military for more than 21 months and now i can’t even see him i cant do this anymore im killing myself!!!!

soo yeah… sorry for the long spam. hope everything keeps going well for you rebs. have an amazing week love youuuu take care🩷

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hiiii!

yes. the probem IS HIM emo haechan no one will ever get you like me..... what do i need to do to have him i just want ONE (1) chance with him. he's so so pretty and hot literally not fair. GODDDD im thinking of that look once again and im screaming internally i want to eat him (in every sense of the word).

I WANT TO EAT HIM IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORLD SO REAL QUEEN!!!

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hii rebs<3 don't worry!! and yes that was my karma but guess what i went to another concert on october 9 (A.C.E) so i had to come up with another lie and i felt so bad cause i literally killed a (nonexistent) family member to go in my defense it was my sisters idea😭 but it was SO worthy like i swear it was the best experience ever, the concert was amazing and the members were so so so so sweet and beautiful upclose even tho the second they looked at me i forgot what i had planned to tell them and blushed like crazy in front of yuchan (my fav) and he laughed at me held my hand and we took pictures together and idk im giggling and smiling like crazy thinking about it (when i wrote this i was alone at the office thank god)

not your sister being a bad influence too lmao. i don’t know them but i’m happy it was a good experience. also WAIT you MET THEM??? that’s so cool and they were so nice omg (are you on a mission to collect k-pop boys?) yuchan... haechan... do you have a thing for the chans sjaosajo

YES!! i missed doing friendship bracelets so my sister suggested doing it but i dont think i will ever do it again because it was super tiring and time consuming.... noo and im so sorry about your concert :(

yeah especially when they break and you have to run after beads, i will make them for taylor next concerts hoping we will keep doing them just to finish the beads

what can i say i'll do ANYTHING to have haechan in front of me shgfsdjk (a little tmi that it might make me sound like an akgae but i swear im not i love all my neos i just dont play about haechan) but when i went to the link and since haechan didn't come i didn't mind being in third row like of course i would have loved barricade but when i ended up at the third row it was like okayyy and i didn't try to get more close to the stage and i enjoyed it so much especially since i even grabbed a piece of taeyong's shirt sjgjhdks but yes i studied their positions (i even did an excel with haechan and chenles positions so me and my friend could decide which side to go) and for this concert all the vip section (standing floor) was open so you could decide when you entered the venue where to go, unlike the past concerts where you had to buy the side you wanted. originally i wanted the left side ONLY if i was in barricade cause if not i wanted to go the extended stage but when i went inside the venue it was super packed that side so it was a big no (they sold more than 700 soundcheck packages so i think more than half of the people were at that side)

NOT THE EXCEL WITH THE POSITIONS YOU ICON! but tbh there’s nothing wrong with this, it’s only normal to try to be as close as your bias/biases or pick a place where they play a song you like (i did the same for the diamond section at the eras tour just because of august (and also because it’s where you could see her the most)) it’s my MONEY i will get the place I want. taeyong’s shirt you will always be famous. oh so i see that chile’s organization works just like the italian one, tickets that are supposed to have a better view and should be limited turn out to be sold to 700 of people amazing!

to be honest, the whole experience SUCKS. we paid $400 and had the worst experience between all the other sections but i only paid it so i could see them more time and up close (but i wouldn’t recommend it i mean i’d do it again but as i said just to see them more not because it was a good experience). in terms of the actual soundcheck they come out at 5:30 with their "own" clothes (at least in asia they came out without their hair and makeup done and with their own clothes, but in latam and usa they wore the merch and had their makeup and hair done) and they introduced themselves and talked for about 5 minutes then mark asked about what song we wanted to hear (me knowing they took to my first out of the setlist: TO MY FIRST!!!!!) and he pretended we said all night long skhshjkf (cause they always sing anl at the sc), the song started and they went to the extend stage and they just walk and interact with the fans while singing, throwing kisses, reading the signs, doing kyuu, etc. after the song ended they did a little ment again talking about what they did the day before in chile. then they sang yogurt shake, did a short ment, sang sos (they sometimes exchange sos with candy if i remember correctly) and did a final ment then said goodbye (the soundcheck lasts about 20/25 minutes in total)

my poor to my first defender ☹ i’m just like you, say that the floor sucks and the vips even more but then i always get those tickets (tbh i only ever got the vip for taylor because it was the only ticket the site would let me put in the cart and i was shaking and crying (literally) after days of saying “the floor? not even with a gun at my head”) but i know my limits, one time while seeing little mix I was about to faint BEFORE the concert started and i didn’t push myself (the normal and vip were separated so i wasn’t going to be close to the stage anyway) i stepped back and had the time of my life anyway. so i always but the floor knowing that if i end up close to the stage it’s good but i don’t mind staying in the back. i feel these are the crazy things we can tolerate while we’re still young, in my 30’s i will get seated tickets

me and haechan are actually in a 7 year old relationship he just doesn’t know it yet 😁

please invite me to the wedding

yes i CAN'T do standing concerts anymore pleaseee also some people are super rude and ruin the experience 💔 for taylor thank god i bougth numbered? tickets (they were only $6 cheaper than the vip section but i was scared to go to the standing floor with argentinians cause they are WILD) and even tho i only arrived like 2/3 hours early i ended up being SUPER tired so yeah.... BAN STANDING CONCERTS!!!!!!! unfortunely for sabrina (but thank god for me), she wasnt that famous yet back in november so when she came out no one was standing 💔 but for the 127 the dumbass people started standing up like an hour and a half earlier i HATED THEM

love how we say this knowing damn well we will be at another standing concert when we’ll have the chance. yeah stadiums in latam are PACKED , san siro was sold out but for safety reasons they can’t fully fill the floor so it wasn’t so bad, and many people complained when seeing the videos saying “oh but it wasn’t full, i could’ve gone too,” you dickhead people need space! it’s not safe! (also it’s only normal that when the concert starts everyone tries to get closer to the stage so everyone was around it and there was more space in the back) time is not real because wdym last year sabrina was opening the eras tour and was unknown and now she’s breaking records every two seconds omg

gawddd what is wrong with these people how can someone be so rude to rip something from your hand fucking psycho

it’s french people what do you expect (sorry to my french readers i guess, at least you fight the fascists)

i am in fact not alive. after the concert ended i went to barricade and started trying to get the attention of one of the staffs because i asked a guard and he said he couldn't talk to anyone from the staff (such a liar because they were only chilean staffs) so i started to scream at whoever staff passed by and a lady guard started kicking me out of the venue and i said no wait i can't go i only want the keychain and i'll leave and she was so not nice but at least she let me but was BESIDE ME trying to check that i didn't do anything else ???? so one male staff was passing by and i said HEYYY FRIEND (what is wrong with me sfhdkfhkdk) could you please grab the little keychain that is on the stage and give it back to me? so he climbed the stage and had to look for it and found it so i got it back and finally left so yeahh that's how i got it back... and to be honest i kinda grew attached to the keychain so i was super hesitant to throwing it to the stage but i said if haechan uses it then it doesn't matter because also that was the only reason i bought it in the first place but thank god i got it back tho cause at some point i thougth i'll never see it again. wish i could buy a second keychain so i could have matching ones with haechan but that was the only one i could find in the world (i wish i was joking 😭)

you wanted that keychain back BADLY i love you you’re so chaotic 😭i’m happy that at least one person of the staff was kind enough to give it back to you tho. omg that’s so rare please don’t ever lose it and haechan if you don’t catch it next time!!!

YESYESYES WE TALKED ABOUT THE ERAS TOUR BUT I COULD TALK ABOUT IT NONSTOP AND YESSSS WE ARE SURPRISE SONG TWINS!!!

i can’t ever trust my brain i don’t know if i talk to myself or if i actually had conversations with people lmao glad for once i wasn’t insane

i need to come out of the anonymity so i can show you my pics and we can chat NORMALLY and not through asks…. and haechan will have to suck it up!!!

kinda yes because i try to imagine everything you tell me but i would love to see the videos (no but you don’t have to i have a vivid imagination i will keep using it)

yeah she was a fucking weirdo and so manipulative thank god my friend dropped her… but i also got kinda annoyed that she didn’t say anything and i mean i can defend myself i really have no problema doing that but she as the mutual friend she should have said something….

Yeah it’s obvious you can defend yourself but as friend of yours she should’ve said something especially because it was uncalled for

i HATE them so much in fact no words can explain how much i hate long hair on him (and actually on almost every idols it always looks TERRIBLE)

listen… I could take hating on the braids but… WHAT DO YOU MEAN LONG HAIR OMG is this the first thing we disagree on?

i tried to write longer paragraphs for the other members but since the haechan tunnel vision was crazy i only watched them for a short period so i don’t have much to say about them 😭😭😭but god i’m just thinking of irl haechan and i’m ascending he’s seriously so so so so so pretty

no i can’t blame you for that don’t worry i’d do the same

omgg 🤝🏼 and its so funny cause mijito rico has a song that goes “MIJITO RICO MIJITO RICO LA LA LA LA LALA LALALALALA” and haechan danced to it 😭

HE’S A CUTIE I WILL DIE

i want to think he was tired and not that he hated us especially since i watched lots of videos and it seemed like he only acted that way in chile

that’s the only reason also because he had fun this time and it’s not like something happened there for him to hate on the country

i swear his stage presence is no joke and in my opinion at least in live performances he’s the best singer between the 7

after this ask i saw a video on tiktok that asked nctzens “who’s your bias before and after” and EVERYONE talked about how chenle wrecked them after the concert lmao

thank you so much rebs i hope you can see 7dream soon too ❤️‍🩹

thanks love i really hope that but tbh they’re never coming here in italy and i doubt i’ll go to paris again especially alone

idk i didn’t have a particular one in mind but i saw the merch they sold at the netherlands and it’s kinda ugly i didn’t like anything 😭 so i was thinking maybe buy non official merch outside the venue? but i don’t even know if they sell that in europe so idkkk

in europe there’s non official merch outside but it’s mostly posters and shirts (but i haven’t been to a kpop concerts in ages so idk anymore) the things i got at the 127 concert were fan made (like photocards, fans, and other things, they sold posters outside after the show and my friend got one)

OMGG HELLO??? REBS THAT’S HUGE??? CONGRATULATION ON THE EXHIBITION THAT’S AMAZING IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!! i bet all the pictures came amazing and the exhibition will be super successful when is the inauguration??

so umh... came back from the inauguration now and lmao people struggle when you don’t show them mountains or sunsets but i’m used to it (am i still sad? yes) i knew this one was going to be even worst than last year to understand but who knows, maybe once it’s over they’ll let me know that someone liked it (last year the inauguration was a flop but my photos ended up being the most appreciated) but what matters is that i love how the pics came out so i’m happy. thank you!!!

clairo right?:( i’m so sorry for that i don’t listen to her music but i saw a lot of people super bummed about it and i know how much it must suck for you especially since it was firstly postponed and then cancelled:/ sending you lots of hugs bby 🫶🏼

no it’s not her, it’s angelina mango, an italian singer. but it’s alright, i can’t do anything to change it so... (i’m still so pissed i haven’t listened to her since lmao) thank you for the hugs love u!

———

i tried but i can’t change the airplane tickets for another day and it’s also already paid 😭 and yesaidjskxks i was hanging out with a lot of friends at the party (they don’t even know i like kpop) and i opened twitter just as an habit and the FIRST thing i saw was the post and i was like WAIT IT SAYS SANTIAGO and i saw the (wrong) date (i saw the mexico one thinking it was for chile) so i was like noo not on january 28th how am i supposed to ask for the day off especially since it’s like 3 days before our vacations but then i closed the app but as the party kept going i kept thinking about what should i say at work so i went to twitter again to make sure it was really on jan 28 and that’s when i realized it was actually february 4 for chile 😭😭😭😭😭 i wanted to scream SO BAD and i just said OMG NO and covered my mouth and my friends asked me what happened and i had to act like it was nothing when in fact i was DYING inside

YOU WERE LITERALLY THIS MEME I'M SCREAMING

(this is me if you even care 😞 https://x.com/VideoReacts/status/1742619354426982826/video/1)

THIS VIDEO KILLS ME LMAO i would’ve had the same reaction tbh

i hate myself so much rn because when my mom asked us where we wanted to go me and my sister immediately replied “NOT to brazil” and we ended choosing argentina cause last time my mom couldn’t go with us plus we didn’t have enough time to go to all the places we wanted but to my bad luck no kpop artist go to argentina but they do go to brazil 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 so i really have no solution and i won’t be able to see him and it angers me so much cause i’ve been waiting for YEARS for him and i almost lost my mind when he was away in the military for more than 21 months and now i can’t even see him i cant do this anymore im killing myself!!!!

OMG A FAMILY VACATION TOO this was brazil’s karma coming back to bite your ass there’s no other explanation lmao. this sucks but also he’s in a new agency, right? so I’m pretty positive things will be better than with sm and he will come back again in 2026 and you will be able to see him. Please don’t let it ruin your vacation with your mom and sister (and do like me, silence him and every world relating to the concert when the date comes up so you won’t see anything)

NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YOUR LONG ASKS I LOVE THEM!!! i'll reply to the other anon in a while! i'm just going to eat. have a great week! love you!!!

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 7

"Calm down, Nove. Let's hear Hulk out."

"……Okay."

The knight-like person appeases the person in white.

There are two other people in the room, glancing at us but not joining the conversation.

My master is causing you trouble.

"It's exactly as it sounds. You've been looking for someone to do chores at the base. I bought him because he was cheap."

"……I was looking, but he's cheap for a reason. He's still a child, and the base isn't in this town. Please think before you act…"

I completely agree.

Being free is great, but freedom comes with responsibility.

"I am thinking. He was with that merchant group. It was perfect timing, we can hear what he has to say."

"What, really? Good job!"

"Right?"

It was a complete coincidence.

The person in white's anger vanished, and their mood instantly improved.

I was worried because of my master, but the party members seem to be decent people. Maybe my master is just really lucky.

The (temporary) leader glanced at us.

"So, did you get the story?"

"Yeah, he can't talk, so I'll tell you. But first, a bath and some food."

"Right. Let's talk after we calm down. A lot has happened while Hulk was gone… Aki, can you make something for us?"

"Yes."

The person the knight-like person called out to was a slender person with wild white hair and brown skin. They had the presence of a feline.

The feline person headed to the simple kitchen.

Is the feline person a cook?

"Ah, Daine, when you get out of the bath, take a look at him. He doesn't seem to have been healed properly."

"Whaaat? Healing?"

"I'm counting on you."

My master spoke to the person sprawled out on the couch. He was the largest person in the group. He might be a healer since they mentioned healing, but he's definitely a shield. He's a shield person. I can tell.

As I was observing the group, I was suddenly lifted up and taken to the bathroom.

This inn even has a bath in the room?

Amazing.

Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and I was covered in bubbles with my master. The soap lathers well. It smells like a good civilization.

I washed off the bubbles (there was also a shower, civilization is the best! Civilization is the best!), and I sighed as I sank into the hot water in the tiled bathtub.

How blissful.

It's like the days of hell were a lie. I wonder if they were a dream.

For the past month, or maybe even longer for this body, the accumulated fatigue seemed to melt away.

This is the first time I've taken a bath since coming here.

My master also has a blissful expression.

But wait.

Is it okay for me to take a bath as a slave? Shouldn't I be the one giving baths or something?

Why am I being taken care of?

"What's wrong? You look upset."

"I'm not."

"Hmm, you always have a grumpy face."

"I do not."

I replied grumpily. I was just fighting with my slave pride a little.

It's true that when I looked in the mirror, the face on this body was that of a grumpy, unhappy child. I'm not used to the messy, reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes, and I still can't believe I've been reincarnated or, rather, switched.

Let's change the subject.

"What's the Black party?"

"Hmm? Oh, that's the rank of an adventurer's party. They're divided by color. The lowest is white, and the highest is purple. You move up as you gain achievements."

"What about black?"

"It's the third from the top."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it's amazing."

So, they call the ranks of adventurer parties by color.

If it's the third from the top, it would be like a B-rank if you converted it to letters.

It's probably amazing.

"I want to be green next."

"Why?"

"Because green is a nice color!"

Green is a nice color.

My master seems to like the color green. I'll add this important, yet somewhat useless, information to my mental notepad.

We continued to talk about what kind of work adventurers do and what the royal capital is like, where the base is located.

I hadn't been able to talk for so long, so I asked about everything. My master answered dutifully. Talking is fun.

We talked for so long that we were all warm and cozy by the time we got out of the bath.

[peachsayshi]

 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: fluff; domestic; slightly angsty mentions of past and fighting battles; mentions geshu lin; canon-ish; mentions love triangle(ish); only alludes to smut in the end

"...I'll have to meet with Madam Magistrate in the morning to discuss," Jiyan explains, one hand holding his left shoulder which he rotates in circles.

An old injury from battle that still has a way of resurfacing.

You bring your palms to his broad chest and lean forward to kiss his cheek. "Shhh," you mumble against his skin, "no more talking about work tonight..."

He exhales, dropping his hands firmly to his side before leaning back against the bed frame. His fingers find your thighs, the pads digging into the exposed flesh while his amber eyes gaze up at you with ease.

You curl your arms around his neck, kissing his forehead.

Moonlight seeps through the open window, a cool breeze brushing you from behind while the sound of crickets and running water from a distant river echo around your quaint bedroom.

Your husband presses a kiss against your sternum, but his eyes flare with mild concern.

Always thinking, even when he doesn't need to.

You trace the shell of his ear, "what's on your mind?"

The front of his thin brows pinch together with uncertainty. "The night before Geshu Lin vanished, he came to see you didn't he?"

Now it's your turn to furrow your brows. You cup your husband's face in your hands and tilt his head upward to look down at him.

You swallow hard, "how did you know?"

Jiyan sighs, "I wanted to see you that night but hid way when I noticed him leaving your campsite."

"Jiyan..."

"You never said anything. All this time. After everything that happened. You kept it from me, and I just...I just don't understand why..."

Your heart ached hearing the shiver in his voice, an unspoken pain that you never meant to cause. You kiss the crease between his brow, and leave a trail by planting another on the tip of his nose and a third to his cheek.

"I never said anything because it doesn't matter. The general..." you pause, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself because he wasn't the general anymore. And yet, you weren't comfortable to address him so informally either. "He..."

"Loved you," your husband finishes off. "I could see it. The way he spoke about you. How the two of you fought on the battlefield...He practically revered you..."

Your throat grows tight. Both Jiyan and the former general have always praised your stealthy abilities. You were the only person who could sneak up on them and give them quite a fright. That's why Geshu Lin wanted you by his side during battle.

The night he showed up at your encampment sends a shiver down your back. A heated conversation which turned into an argument that resulted in you rejecting to stand by his side during his final battle.

Maybe that's why you have such a hard time bringing it up.

When Geshu Lin vanished you were sure he took a part of your conscious with you.

What might have happened if you were there instead?

Could you have probably saved him?

"That wasn't love," you decline.

Your husband slips his hand underneath your cotton nightgown, the fabric so thin he can see the outline of your naked body underneath. He draws his touch upward, higher until he latches his grip around your waist.

"Of course it was," he confesses, "because he looked at you in the same way that I did. In the same way that I still do..."

You part your lips slightly by the blunt delivery, but your husband wears his honesty on his sleeve.

Your heart instantly rejects his sentiments because you have always been immune to the attention of others except when it came to the man you were currently straddling.

You even remember faking multiple injuries just to have a little one and one time with the former medic. Your thumb sweeps across his cheek, "no he didn't," you reply with conviction, "nobody looks at me the way you do"

You lean down then and seal that statement with a kiss, parting your husband's lips to glide your tongue over his. The straps of your night gown fall to our shoulders, and Jiyan then moves to undo the buttons at the front. He slips off the material, and brings the blanket up a little cover your lower body slightly from behind. Meanwhile, you can feel the two of you sinking. Jiyan's long frame extending horizontally, his head delicately falling to the pillow as you remain on top.

You break away from the kiss and lift yourself upright, straddling your lover properly while his eyes fall to the tacet marks just under the curve of your right breast.

He's the only person who knows where they are.

Mirroring the placement on the left side was a scar, the discoloration an imprint of a traumatic memory.

Of the last time you fought alongside your husband.

He'll never get the image of the enemy piercing its golden claw into you out of his mind.

You both still weren't officially together then, but it was quite clear that you were both undeniably attracted to one another. He'll forever be indebted to the magistrate for ensuring you received the best of care. You woke up to him by your side in the infirmiary, an unfamiliar sight of Jiyan with tears in his eyes as he greeted your awakening with a kiss that had you believing you were in heaven.

After that, he begged you to retire.

His hand mindlessly traces the line of your scar and your expression softens at the gesture. You circle your hand around his wrist and bring it to your lips, kissing the inside of his palm. "I worry about you too, you know? Especially since I'm not there..."

His hand cups the back of your neck, with the lightest pressure he gestures you to lay back down on top of him.

Jiyan preferred moving out of the city and into a more rural environment after you got married, and on nights like this you were grateful for his decision. Everything was far more peaceful here. Your home a sanctuary away from the chaos. You both moved to this village, a place where the population is small but felt familiar. You naturally gained a reputation as a leader; with your only time seeing battle now is when defending the community against tacet discords or rogue exiles who show up. In the mean time you've been busy with your tea shop, specializing in medicinal blends and living quite comfortably.

You may not be an active in combat anymore, but your resignation to that life didn't feel so empty whenever Jiyan looked at you.

His hand ripples up and down your spine mindlessly, back and forth with a featherlight touch. "I know you do."

You lift yourself up, your chest pressing into his, your foot grazing his muscular leg which only makes his cock twitch beneath you.

"How's your shoulder?" you inquire, drawing a tiny circle on his pec with your index finger.

"Sore," he mumbles with exhaustion.

You hum and slither underneath the sheet, watching him quirk his brow before releasing a sudden gasp when you tenderly squeeze his shaft.

"Just relax, my love," you reassure, your pussy aching at the sound of him moaning when you rub the slit on the tip. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

& what if I said I'm just the worried wife waiting for my husband (general jiyan) to come home so I can tend to his injuries and kiss his pretty, pretty face.

[seekfirst-community]

The Cross is the only way to salvation.

"That very day, the first day of the week, two of Jesus’ disciples were going to a village seven miles from Jerusalem called Emmaus, and they were conversing about all the things that had occurred. And it happened that while they were conversing and debating, Jesus himself drew near and walked with them, but their eyes were prevented from recognizing him.



 He asked them, “What are you discussing as you walk along?” They stopped, looking downcast. One of them, named Cleopas, said to him in reply, “Are you the only visitor to Jerusalem who does not know of the things that have taken place there in these days?”

 "And he replied to them, “What sort of things?”

"They said to him, “The things that happened to Jesus the Nazarene, who was a prophet mighty in deed and word before God and all the people, how our chief priests and rulers both handed him over to a sentence of death and crucified him. But we were hoping that he would be the one to redeem Israel; and besides all this, it is now the third day since this took place.

"Some women from our group, however, have astounded us: they were at the tomb early in the morning and did not find his Body; they came back and reported that they had indeed seen a vision of angels who announced that he was alive. 

"Then some of those with us went to the tomb and found things just as the women had described, but him they did not see.” 

"And he said to them, “Oh, how foolish you are! How slow of heart to believe all that the prophets spoke! Was it not necessary that the Christ should suffer these things and enter into his glory?” 

"Then beginning with Moses and all the prophets, he interpreted to them what referred to him in all the Scriptures. 

"As they approached the village to which they were going, he gave the impression that he was going on farther.

"But they urged him, “Stay with us, for it is nearly evening and the day is almost over.” 

"So he went in to stay with them. 



"And it happened that, while he was with them at table, he took bread, said the blessing, broke it, and gave it to them. With that their eyes were opened and they recognized him, but he vanished from their sight. 

"Then they said to each other, “Were not our hearts burning within us while he spoke to us on the way and opened the Scriptures to us?” 

"So they set out at once and returned to Jerusalem where they found gathered together the Eleven and those with them who were saying, “The Lord has truly been raised and has appeared to Simon!” 



"Then the two recounted what had taken place on the way and how he was made known to them in the breaking of the bread." (Luke 24: 13 - 35).

Easter Wednesday 12th April 2023, in the Octave of Easter.

Our Lord and Teacher, Jesus Christ called the two disciples He met on the road to Emmaus foolish and slow of heart. Why? Cleopas and his companion were foolish because they did not believe faithful and credible witnesses in Jerusalem that Jesus has risen from the dead. They knew that some disciples of Jesus said that Jesus had risen from the dead. Why did they not believe these people? 

Jesus founded a Church and wants us to believe the Teaching Authority of the Church. 

Our key Scripture for today from Luke 24: 13 - 35 may well be the interpretative key to Salvation History. 

"Was it not necessary that the Christ should suffer these things and enter into his glory?” 

Sin causes Suffering. Redemptive Suffering leads to Salvation. 

Jesus Christ suffered for the Sin of all mankind. 

When I suffer, it may be for my own personal sins. It may be for example the sins of someone in Russia that is waging unnecessary war against its neighbors. 

The truth of the matter is that there is a divine necessity that Jesus must suffer before He enters into His glory. There is no other way Jesus could save the world but through sufferings. 

What is a divine necessity for Jesus is divine necessity for Abraham, Jacob, Joseph, David, John the Baptist, and you and me. Sin introduced suffering into the world. 

No cross, no crown. No trial, no triumph! It is a hard lesson.

Daily Bible Verse @ SeekFirstcommunity.com

[havingaverydrarryday]

Wonderful  

Harry stormed through the halls of the Ministry, people parting like water as he passed. 

"Harry," Kingsley greeted kindly, only to start as Harry crowded into his personal space. 

"Where. Is. My. Husband."

NINE MONTHS EARLIER 

Harry woke to a quiet Grimmauld Place. It had been a really long fucking day. Two days? 

First Bill and Fleur's wedding had been crashed. They were attacked and on the run and he, Ron and Hermione had fled to the ancestral home of the House of Black, and learned who R.A.B. was. Then fucking Dung confessed that Unbridge had the real locket.

The three had come to the conclusion that they had no choice but to get the locket back. 

Now he crept down stairs late that evening with one thought on his mind.

"Harry?" Hermione called softly and Harry hung his head. 

"I have to," he told her, not turning to face her. "I can't do what needs to be done knowing that he is where he is waiting, and worrying because I can't get word to him."

"I know," she replied gently, "But you must be back before Ron wakes up, unless you want to have to answer questions you're not ready to answer yet."

The clock chimed nine. 

"I'll be back by six," he promised. 

"Be safe," she urged.

"There's nowhere safer for me, not even here." 

He tossed his invisibility cloak over himself and stepped through the Floo and disappeared. 

He stepped out of the Floo and vanished through a side door before anyone in the pub noticed the disembodied feet moving through the crowd.

He had learned some time ago that trying to hide his feet in that particular pub caused him to trip and that it was best to just get out as fast as he could.

He had walked this path many times over the last year. He had found it the previous summer when trying to hide from Dudley and immediately claimed it for himself. 

He had to admit that being rich had its advantages. He had been able to owl Gringotts and not only buy the dilapidated house, but he had been able to hire someone to do magic for him to put in the wards and the reconstruction had been done behind repelling charms. 

To anyone passing it still looked abandoned, but once someone walked through the wards it was beautiful and welcoming.

He hoped after the war it could be their home.

He slipped around the damaged looking gate and felt the strong wards let him through.

Only one other could pass through the way he had, and Harry hoped they were there, waiting for him.

He pushed the front door closed behind him and hung his cloak on a hook. The lounge was dim but he could hear a wireless playing and climbed the stairs.

“You’re here,” a voice breathed and he turned to see someone standing in the open door to the bedroom.

“Hello love,” Harry said. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

Draco took his hand and led him to the bed so they could sit.

“I heard about what happened at the wedding,” Draco told him, cradling his hand between his. “Are you okay? Was anyone hurt?”

“I’m fine, but I don’t know if anyone else was hurt. Hermione Apparated us out of there as soon as we realised what was happening. We’ve been staying at Grimmauld place planning what to do next.”

“Don’t-”

“I know,” Harry replied in understanding. It wasn’t safe for Draco to know too much. He was good at blocking unwelcome intrusions in his mind, but a body could only take so much torture before the mind broke.

“So what now?” Draco asked.

“Radio silence,” Harry replied and Draco swallowed roughly, his eyes growing a little wet.

“Try to stay alive, Scar Head. I look gorgeous in black, but I don’t care to wear it to your funeral.”

Harry chuckled, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I wish…”

“What do you wish for, my love?”

“That we could tell everyone that I’m yours and that you are mine, and that we don’t have to keep it secret anymore. That if something happened to one of us, there was someone that understood.”

Harry’s heart hurt.

He had Hermione. She knew he and Draco were together, and had been friends since the middle of third year when Draco uncharacteristically had gone to the hospital wing to apologise for the dementor stunt and for all of the mess he started over Buckbeak. He had been embarrassed by his father and ashamed of his own actions.

Harry hadn’t wanted to forgive him, but Draco had persistently continued to apologise. Harry hadn’t accepted until Hermione had told him Draco had apologised to her and Ron. She had accepted, Ron had not.

Harry had decided then that if Hermione could forgive, then so could he.

They were friendlier by the end of the year and had exchanged a few letters over the summer. 

Their budding friendship had grown the next year when he and Ron were on the outs during the TriWizard Tournament, but they kept it quiet so Draco’s father wouldn’t know and cause more problems.

By the end of fifth year they were snogging in storage closets and empty classrooms while pretending to hate each other in the halls.

 

Sixth year had been bad for both of them. Draco hadn’t wanted to tell him what he had been forced to do, but when he found him crying in Myrtle’s bathroom, he told him that was responsible for what happened to Katie and Ron, and about the Vanishing cabinet and Dumbledore. He showed him the Mark, and then begged Harry to fight him and hurt him because Lucius was getting suspicious. They staged a fight and Harry sliced him apart.

It had worked. Lucius was so proud that Draco had been able to get the great Harry Potter to lose control like that.

Harry had been sick, and took weeks to look at him again without regret in his eyes.

The rest of the year had been terrible, but Harry had brought Draco here to his sanctuary and had loved him, and they had survived.

“I’m so sorry that you don’t have anyone to talk to now,” Harry said, squeezing Draco’s hand. “But if anything were to happen to me, find Hermione. She’s always known about us and she's kept our secret. She’ll be there for you.”

Draco sighed and pulled Harry down to lay beside him.

“I have something for you, but I don’t know if it’s safe for you to have it.”

“Can it be traced back to you?” Harry asked. 

“No, I got it at a Muggle shop, so there’s no magic on it.”

“It should be fine then,” Harry replied, sitting back up. He should have known that Draco wouldn't have forgotten his birthday.

“It’s not for your birthday, not really anyway,” Draco said as retrieved something from the top drawer of the dresser. “It’s more of a promise.” He turned and held out a small box with a ring in it. 

Harry took it without a word and slipped it on his finger. It was a little large and he knew he couldn’t wear it long, it might slip off and he never wanted to lose it.

“It didn’t feel right getting you a family ring seeing how we both hate my family.”

“It’s perfect," he said softly. "I can't wear it when I leave here,  but I won't lose it, I promise."

Draco kissed him, then took his hand, leading him back downstairs. “Your actual birthday present is in the kitchen,” he explained, then urged him to go in.

There he found a small feast of his favourite foods sitting under stasis.

“Marry me,” Harry blurted and Draco laughed.

“I thought it was already decided when you put on my ring,” Draco replied.

“It was, but I meant now, right now.”

“You want to elope at ten at night on a Saturday?” 

“I want it done before I have to do what I need to do.”

Draco looked thoughtful. “Will it help you stay alive if I agreed to do it tonight?”

“I can’t promise it will. But knowing you’re waiting for me, and thinking of you and our home will help me remember what I’m fighting for.”

“Harry-”

“No, fuck them,” he snapped. “I’m not doing it for the Ministry, or for Dumbledore,” he shook his head. “I’m going to kill him for you. You are who I live for, Draco Malfoy, and our life, our future is what I’ll be fighting for. I want you, you and no one else.”

“Let’s go, right now.”

Harry had to have known where to go, and whom to trust, because they Apparated straight to a small stone cottage and were greeted by an aged witch who opened the door.

A few forms were signed and vows were made and less than an hour later they were sitting down to Harry’s birthday feast as Harry and Draco Potter.

They ate, then went up to their room and made love. Too soon the time came that they had to leave, and with a final kiss they parted ways and wouldn’t see or hear from one another again until Easter when the Snatchers had found Harry and his friends, and they were brought to the Manor.

Draco’s horrifying aunt cackled as Harry knelt there looking into his husband’s eyes, while the man he loved claimed not to know him. Then later he disarmed him and fled the Manor, leaving Draco behind.

He had never been as grateful as he had been when Draco had appeared at Hogwarts when they were looking for the Ravenclaw diadem, or more scared as he plucked his husband from a tower of burning furniture.

He had managed to slip Draco his wand, trading it for Narcissia’s, and wanted nothing more but to kiss him and promise him that everything would be fine. But he knew what he had to do, and regret filled him when he realised he couldn’t face Draco and tell him that he would be walking into the forest to die.

Harry had felt Draco’s agony when Voldemort triumphantly declared that he was dead. He spared a quick glance and could see Draco standing beside Luna and she was holding his hand. Harry knew then that she had become Draco’s confidant and that his husband wasn’t alone. But then Lucius had called him away, and the anger he had felt then was the final push he needed and he rolled out of Hagrid’s arms.

Narcissa’s wand had been taken from him, Draco must have seen that she had it again because he had cried out his name and ran back towards the students, tossing Harry his wand as he went.

When everything was over Harry had searched for him and had heard whispers of Draco’s heroism during the battle. 

Unarmed, he had managed to protect a small cluster of younger students, hiding them away where they would be safe, and had managed to save Lavender from Greyback, getting her to Madam Pomfery in time to stop the bleeding, and then had managed to push Fred out of the way preventing him from being crushed by a falling wall.

Blaise had found him badly injured a while later, and had tried to get him help, but the Aurors had taken Draco and his parents away before Blaise could get him to a healer.

So now Harry, still filthy and covered in blood, soot, and dust, stood nose to nose with the newly elected Minister of Magic demanding to know where his husband was.

NOW

“Harry, I don’t understand,” Kingsey said and Harry pulled a piece of parchment out of his pocket and slapped it on the table beside them.

“I'm talking about Draco. We were married last August, the day after Bill and Fleur were married.”

“Malfoy?”

“Potter. He took my name. I had no choice but to leave him with his parents so he pretended to be a Death Eater while he gave me vital information that helped win the war. He then saved my life, along with Ron and Hermione when we were captured and brought to the Manor. He also personally saved nearly a dozen more people today during the battle. Everyone saw him throw his wand during that battle and it was that wand I used to kill Voldemort. He’s a hero and deserves to be treated as one.”

“It’s true,” Hermione confirmed. “We relayed information he had given us to the Order and saved countless lives.”

“He put himself in danger to ensure we were fed and treated as well as he could while we were locked in the Manor,” Luna added, looking uncharastically serious.

“He nearly died saving me,” Fred continued. “A wall was about to fall on me and he pushed me, but he fell through the floor with it when it gave in under the weight of the stone.”

“Blaise Zabini told me he was trying to get Draco to a healer when the Aurors arrested him. So I’m asking you again. Where is my husband?”

“He’s probably down in holding. Not everyone has been processed yet,” Kingsley said. “I’ll take you down.”

Only Harry followed as he was led down to the holding cells. They were all full, and Draco was lying curled on a cot, his head in his mother’s lap while Lucius paced the small floor angrily.

The Minister moved his wand and Lucius froze, his feet seemingly glued to the floor. 

“I want Narcissa released too,” Harry said firmly. “She lied to Voldemort in the forest and told him I was dead. If she hadn’t I wouldn’t have had the surprise that helped me defeat him.”

 

Kingsley nodded and a guard near the cell stepped up and opened the door. Harry moved around him ignoring Lucius glaring daggers at him, and crouched beside the cot. 

  

“Love, it’s Harry.”

Draco's eyes fluttered open, glazed and full of pain, but he moved quickly and Harry was soon holding him in his arms.

He stood, holding Draco bridal style, and walked out of the cell. The guard motined for Narcissa to follow, then locked the cell again before releasing Lucius from the holding spell that had bound him in place.

“I will escort you personally to St. Mungo’s and ensure that he receives proper care. Then I’ll come back here and log the testimony you and the other provided so a statement can be released clearing him of all charges. There’s no guarantee I can keep the other thing you told me a secret though.”

“That’s okay,” Harry assured him. “We never wanted it to be a secret anyway, but now that Voldemort is dead and Lucius is going back to prison, it should be safe now.”

“Excuse me, but may I ask what you are talking about?” Narcissa asked.

Kingsely gave him a look that clearly said ‘It’s your call’, so Harry sighed and stopped walking for a moment.

“Draco and I have been dating since fourth year, and were married last August.”

“I see,” she said softly, not appearing very surprised. “And you’ve just agreed to make it public?”

“Yes. Your son is a hero, Lady Malfoy, and the whole of our world is going to know it, and that he’s mine and I love him.” He started walking again.

“Perhaps you should call me mother now,” she said and Harry smiled.

"May I call you mum?"

"You may," she replied, sounding pleased.

Soon they reached the Floos and Kingsley went first, followed by Narcissa and then Harry with Draco.

The receiving area was pure chaos, that only got worse with the arrival of The Saviour and the Minister and two perceived Death Eaters. However it didn’t take long for them to take Draco back for treatment while the Minister went back to the Ministry.

Harry was already telling anyone who would listen that Draco was his husband, and demanding to be allowed to stay at his side. Narcissa, as his mother, had already been allowed and had verbally confirmed that Harry was speaking the truth and should be granted access to his husband.

While the staff healed Draco’s injuries, stories of Draco’s heroism were already reaching the press, and by the time the sun rose the next morning, half of the wizarding world was demanding that Draco be arrested again, while the other half believed he was a hero worthy of the same accolades as his husband and other members of the Order.

By the time he was released from the hospital, the approval had reached 80% in favour of Draco receiving an Order of Merlin, with the majority polled being supportive of the happy couple.

They spent their first anniversary in their own little home, now fully restored, undisguised, and welcoming to friends and family.

Not everything was perfect, but it was still wonderful.

End.

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Forget Me Not (Connor x Fem!Reader)

Pairings: Connor/Female Reader Rating: Mature/Explicit/NSFW 18+ Link (AO3): Forget Me Not (oneshot) Words: 3.5k Warnings: Established relationships, angst, death, smut, PnV sex Summary: Post revolution, Connor settles into a new life where he’s chosen a path of marching in protests and writing speeches. He’s met the one and has never been happier. How would he manage if it were to all vanish in the blink of an eye? Notes: Third person POV for a bit, nondescript afab reader/female pronouns. Really wanted to explore some darker, sadder topics involving our favorite android. I promise I’m still the queen of happy endings!

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Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry— I am not there, I did not die. Immortality (Clare Harner)

A ghost haunted Connor.

She did not moan nor groan. Nor did she travel underneath a sheet. She was the crease on an untouched pillow. She was the gap in their bed—not that he bothered pretending to sleep anymore.

S-She was…everything.

How could a machine measure half a century? In daylights? In sunsets? In laughter?

How about regret?

During the revolution, many androids were victims to a massive, countrywide recall. Not all hope was lost, the data in their hardware was still intact and transferred to New Jericho for storage. As androids began to enjoy their new freedoms, hair thin fractures settled between the peace like glass waiting to shatter. Nothing could stop the honeymoon period. Civil rights, land, and bodily autonomy.

The first public union between man and machine caused the last crack in the glass. 

There was outrage.

A minority voice bared their teeth, spurred their followers to act…inhumane. Coalitions formed, going by the nickname Meat Boys, proud men of flesh and bone. They brought guns to protests for ‘keeping’ the peace. Then came written threats and mild property damage, escalating to a massive fire at an android housing block—allegedly.

And then one day, a bomb.

The weapon’s location was clever, placed dead center in a building containing the decommissioned hardware. It was the hope of Connor’s kind to one day resurrect the data. But those lives were technically already gone, stuck in stasis.

So where was our beloved RK800, the brave deviant hunter, in all of this? He left his old detective job to pursue a life filled with speeches and political movements. He thought it was the safer route, talking and marching.

So much for that.

Of all the days his lover decided to grab something from work, she chose today. Something was beeping in the background of their call and Connor had the misfortune of being able to hone in on the exact make and model of the explosive. This was serious, not meant to be left in the hands of an amateur.

“It’s okay. If you think about it this way, humans don’t live nearly as long as androids,” she pondered. “Think of all the lives we’re saving.”

He heard her hiss in pain as her voice crackled over his comms. Their distance only made him feel more helpless.

 “You should be proud of me! All of your self defense lessons paid off. I got to punch out the guy who set this up,” she exclaimed. She never quite mastered punching without bruising herself. Metal clinked and a lid unclasped. “Oh shit, four minutes?”

His knuckles clenched tighter around a steering wheel. The car’s navigation indicated he had only a few miles before the next exit. Two time estimates blinked side by side, one far smaller than the other. Despite the odds being against him, he pushed on.

“Sweetheart. I need you to listen to me—”

“Connor,” she replied sternly, with a defeated sigh. This was an echo of conversations they’ve had before. Arguments on nights where he retreated to the solitude of a cold, dark living room couch. At the last protest, she faced the barrel of a gun and spat back at the opposition, ignoring his advice.

Don’t be a hero. Stay safe.

He was often the first to cave, his shadow darkening their moonlit room.

I am sorry.

No, I’m sorry. Connor, you’re right to worry. It’s only human.

That was the problem wasn’t it?

“Please. You must go,” he begged.

The headlights of his car frantically swayed from one lane to the next as he weaved around late night commuters. Rubber squealed, leaving a trail of black as he raced against the clock. Fire plagued his circuits. Static clogged his head until he felt it may pop off from the pressure alone.

Connor was fine. In fact, he was in the best shape of his life with newly installed upgrades and a more optimal power supply. It was the worst case scenario, him, safe and sound while a timer blipped away the seconds left of their time together.

“There’s got to be scissors around here somewhere. I think…” she paused and he heard a heavy clatter of an object being placed on a wooden surface. “I think this is the only bomb in the building. If I just clip—wait—was it the red wire or not the red wire?”

She chuckled and he barely heard her say “just kidding.” Given the circumstances, it was so like her to try and ease his nerves. It worked and it didn’t, a bittersweet smile rose and fell on his face. A car honked as he swerved.

“You don’t have to do this yourself. Help is on the way,” Connor insisted.

He didn’t know she volunteered to stay behind.

“I can’t just leave. This is gonna take out a major chunk of New Jericho. What if—”

“The others have evacuated. Please, you’re only saving buildings.”

“It’s more than just cement and glass and you know it,” she snapped back.

She owed the androids. One saved her life on a rainy evening, when it was too dark and stormy for anyone to see her strolling into traffic. Connor hadn’t changed out of his old android blazer then, his model number branded into her mind.

They got coffee.

Then dinner. And later, a movie. When he officially asked her to be his, he bought flowers and she bought him a new jacket.

Their union was not an easy one. It took time for loved ones to come around to it. When they did, all was well in their happy bubble. The famous deviant hunter turned lecturer, traveled and talked. He never stopped counting his lucky stars, grateful that he could take her along on his journey.

Silence followed and a mess of blocked up traffic slowed Connor’s car to a halt. Familiar vehicles with flashing red, white, and blue lights whizzed by. It brought him some relief.

“I got it!” she shouted and the beeping faded from the call. She huffed and laughed. “See, I told you it wasn’t going to be so bad.”

A few rooms away, hidden in the basin of a planter, a timer once ticking stopped.

He saw the flash of white long after his processors could accept the sound of the blast. His world came to a halt, his mind tearing seams into reality until he was but a mere observer—a heap of plastic, frozen stiff and utterly useless. Crimson light from his LED bled over his face, spilling into the darkness of his car.

He imagined the worst: her face, dipped in red. Blood, soaking into carpet like spilled wine. Hollow eyes latched onto the ceiling, never to see again.

Streets away, black plume drifted up into the star dusted skies. Sirens blared, trucks in red sped past the intersection. His mouth opened, emptying his lungs in an anguished scream. The call ended only moments ago and still he shouted for her. His grief bounced around the metal shell of his car as if volume alone would summon a response from the other side.

Forgotten in the passenger seat, was her coat, a remnant from their morning stroll.

-

Later investigations would reveal that the blast was small and localized to just her floor. It was likely setup as a cruel contingency plan to ensure collateral damage should the larger bomb fail. She succeeded in saving the data, every byte of it.

There was nothing left of her, no bones to burn for ashes.

Only memories and sorrowful glances from their friends and family.

In place of her body, they planted flowers at her gravesite. An assortment of colorful petals framed her gray headstone. Some were small and blue. In time, the flowers would wilt. Only then would a stray passerby see it; an engraved box, the perfect size for a ring.

In so many ways, she was right. Humans operated on a much shorter timeline than their machine counterparts and yet Connor had hoped—had wanted to know what it may have been like to gaze upon her over the years, to have had her company. Knowing her, she would have laughed while poking and prodding at her face.

“Is this a new wrinkle or did I sleep on my pillow funny?”

“I see nothing that isn’t already the most beautiful thing on Earth,” he would answer, knowing she’d grin at his reply.

“How do you manage to sound charming while saying the lamest things?”

He wished he could hold her now, plant a kiss so deep she’d know that there could be nothing more splendid than a reminder of their years spent together. To have that time…well, it was only a distant fantasy now.

That was all it was, fantasies and virtual constructions. He over indulged with what was and what could have been until her face and voice began to distort. Like old tape recordings or a hard drive in need of defragmentation, what little remained of her became streaks of static, covered in distortions and broken shards of color.

Some nights he was lucky. Intact memories played out like not a day had passed. He could feel her: her throat vibrating with a laugh as he nipped gently on her skin. The light pressure of a hand pushing at his chest.

“Is something wrong?” Connor asked without a hint of genuine concern.

She noticed, palm pressing more firmly against him.

“No marks!” she laughed. “I have a presentation tomorrow.”

He made a noise that sounded like he agreed but his eyes sparkled with devilish intent. Trailing down her chest, he pressed his cheek where her heart hammered between ribs. Steady thumps quickened when his hand slid up her thighs. He could listen to this all night, lie with his head on her chest, wanting to believe it’d beat forever.

“Magic word?” he slurred with his tongue lapping her breast.

“No marks!” she said between bubbling laughter.

Admittedly, this machine took advantage of all his freedoms, namely the one that allowed him to disobey. They’d explored it before in the bedroom, with her eager consent. He had her teetering at the edge for the millionth time when she stopped begging and yanked his hair to insist.

“No,” he smugly replied. “Not yet, love. Color?”

She couldn’t contain her annoyed sigh, nodding and going limp in the bed.

“Green.”

Sometimes, they switched and he role-played as the obedient RK800 he once was. Tonight was one of those nights where he was in that mood. His canines grazed over her sensitive nipples, and he smirked.

“Order me.”

Her eyebrow rose curiously, the corner of her lip mirroring its movement.

“R-RK800,” she began, her voice a low whisper in the quiet of their bedroom.

His frame shivered over her. There was a quality to her voice that always got to him, etched itself between his panels. When he first heard it that one rainy night, he uncharacteristically lingered by her side.

City traffic had resumed, autonomous cars unaware of the accident that nearly occurred. She thanked him through clattering teeth, her clothes drenched from the rain. His arms wrapped securely around her shoulders and waist. The frantic pattern of her breath fogged the cool air. They must have looked strange, standing frozen beneath a streetlight with rain spilling down their necks like two lovers caught in a heartfelt embrace. But even an android new to deviancy could recognize it would be inappropriate to overstay a hero’s welcome. Shortly after, they parted ways. Through luck, she managed to find him before he quit the DPD. Connor couldn’t drink coffee, but he graciously accepted her invitation to talk.

It was the least romantic of settings, a busy cafe at noon with customers accidentally bumping their chairs. She could barely hear him over the clamoring of drink preferences and order numbers. He watched her nervously stir her drink, shrinking shyly whenever they met eyes. She’d never admit it was her doing, but it was her lighthearted and casual suggestion that changed his life.

He wasn’t sure what was next. Becoming a dog walker for Sumo? Pestering Hank about his lunch choices as a health adviser? He was pretty sure the Lieutenant was going to hate that. 

“I dunno much about detective work, but I’ve heard how people talk about you. You’re a hero! You could inspire others just by reaching out.”

She knew a thing or two about public outreach and he had selfishly sought her help with speeches as an excuse to work his way to a date. Connor didn’t expect to love giving lectures and debates. He thought it was more of Markus’ wheelhouse but humans found his awkward charm endearing, reminding them he wasn’t machine perfect.

Their first time was in a hotel, the both of them travel weary and worn from a day at a convention. Her skin was wet, wrapped in a plush bathrobe and his processors were working their hardest to keep him modest. He was going to attempt stasis on the communal couch when she suggested he try the bed.

Connor wasn’t the same man since.

As his model number left her lips, his hand retracted to its android shell, shifting to white and gray as his plastic fingers prodded her wet folds. The data he gleaned never failed to pull a groan from his lips. This was for him: her trust, her love, her lust. Brown eyes bore into hers, coaxing her to say the words he needed to hear.

“What are my orders?”

“Fuck!” she moaned as one finger glided into her. Who was calling the shots? “Connor…”

He blinked slowly, pumping his finger into her. Not a single synthetic muscle betrayed his amusement, his face neutral and blank. She corrected herself, struggling to maintain the level of cool he was presenting.

“RK800, if you do not fuck me tonight, I swear you’re sleeping on the couch.”

“I’m afraid I require more specific directions,” he explained. A second finger joined the first, curling over tender nerves. His cheek twitched as she gasped and squirmed. He was incredibly hard, cock buried between tangled sheets and he was tempted to grind against them to relieve some of the tension.

Not yet, he had to remind himself.

“Is this…” His thumb found her clit, rolling the nub in tandem with his thrusting fingers. “…Not what you asked for?”

Incoherent words muffled behind her palm as she tried to ground herself.

“P-please. I need…”

His chin rested on her abdomen, nose blowing hot exhaust on her twisting muscles. He loved how her back arched as he twisted his fingers.

“Is this not satisfactory?”

A warm, wet tongue flattened over her clit, rolling back and forth as she twitched. Her nails gripped the sheets and she glared at him.

“RK800, I demand you fuck me with your cock,” she finally ordered.

“Your request,” he added a sharp ‘tst’ at the end of the word, “Has been accepted.”

Rising upwards, he hovered over her, his thighs spreading her legs apart. Her calves wrapped around his ribs. Eager to reward her patience, he didn’t hesitate, pushing the head of his cock into her. Nothing could compare to the feeling of the initial stretch, her pillowy walls welcoming his intrusion. It took a few gentle rocks of his hips before he could slide home, her gasps sharp in his ear.

“My stamina is endless,” he muttered into her ear. She already knew this about him, but wanting to be as immersed in the fantasy as he was, she played ignorant. Connor was meticulous, shifting his weight and reliably making her spasm around him. He was coated with her, his cock shiny as it slid halfway out. “Unlike an organic partner, I am capable of maintaining the same rhythm…as long as you’d like.”

He licked a stripe up her neck and towards her slack jaw. She replied with little moans, small eyelash flutters, her nails scraping down the muscles of his back. His sensors warned him of temporary damage should she persist. It only made him thrust harder.

“…If you ask, I could keep you suspended in bliss.”

He studied her carefully, enjoying the beads of sweat that dripped down her brows. His plastic hand lingered between their pelvises, glowing blue with a buzz. Her hips jolted at the contact, first away and then greedily grinding into his fingers. Lines of statistics flickered in his HUD of her arousal state, heart rate, combining with what he could feel of her: pulsing, hot, and alive. He leaned onto an elbow to stroke her cheek.

“Would you want that?” he asked, voice low and husky.

“Yes!”

His hips left a bruising pace and she ached for more, her ankles digging into his back. Parts of his chassis became exposed, patches of shiny plastic spreading across his torso and arms. A vibrating thumb stroked circles around her clit. Her eyes rolled, clamping shut as her breaths quickened.

She did love a machine.

“Connor, I…”

His forehead met hers. Breaking character, he muttered words of devotion, and kissed away tears that clung to her lashes. Small hands held his face in place, her eyes snapping open briefly.

“I…” she tried again.

She mouthed the beginnings of an L-shaped letter before she succumbed to the pressure that finally scorched her nerves. Their lips met as he swallowed her words of affection, his hips trying their hardest to fuse with hers. Her hands threaded through his soft locks as he moaned, spilling as deeply as he could.

He didn’t realize how soon he’d no longer see her teeth sparkling in a sweet smile.

“I love you, Connor.”

After the funeral, Jericho offered their support. A monument was erected in front of the repaired building, a permanent reminder of his loss. It was more than his machine heart could bare. Once Connor suffered the loss of another human companion, he left Detroit in search of distractions, either in the form of work or a pretty face that looked vaguely like hers.

Nothing ever came close.

It was the 50th anniversary of her death and Connor received a message from the one and only deviant leader, Markus.

“It’s been too long old friend. Come back to New Jericho. I promise it’ll be worth the visit.”

And return he did, driven by a hopeful promise.

Once androids became active participants in society, technology advanced faster than ever before and well, the sky was the limit. The impossible became possible. Organic could become synthetic.

Deep in the vaults of New Jericho was something too good to be true. A gift of extraordinary circumstance.

Stainless steel doors, thick with a dull sheen held a blurry reflection of the RK800’s silhouette. He dressed in the hopes of appearing familiar, in a style that matched his old gray suit. In one hand was a bouquet of roses with small blue flowers intermingled in the red petals.

Forget me not.

One by one, three bulbs beside the door lit up: red then yellow. A screen produced wall after wall of status checks, all passing with flying colors. Idle fingers began tapping anxiously on his slacks.

rA9. Please. Please.

With a ding, everything flashed green. Air hissed and popped, the doors sliding open as light flooded the room. His tense expression broke, his face lifting in relief.

“Connor?”

You blinked, uncertain. A ring of light cycled on the temple of your head, flickering red then gold. Everything was new and old, byte after byte of sensory overload. Your eyes landed on his face and used it as a familiar anchor. You were a ship lost at sea, finally finding safe harbor. Connor was exactly as you remembered him: a little awkward and perfectly handsome.

“Connor!”

He collapsed to his knees as you moved forward for an embrace. The flowers fell, rolling between your feet. Nothing else mattered.

Only you.

His hands were everywhere, on your face, patting down your back, gripping your arms and back up to your face where he held you at eye level.

“You’re here,” he whispered. “Y-you’re really…here.”

Your eyes crinkled with a soft laugh. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

No longer was the voice in his head a worn and faded memory. It was right beside him with a breath that warmed his cheeks. Perhaps now, he could resuming measuring time in daylights, in sunsets, and in laughter.

Or…

How about love?

[peakyblindersxx]

May I request a john smut in which, despite being the cocky beast that he usually is, he manages to get all gentle and intense when, after years of mutual pining, he finally makes love to ada's best friend who's younger and totally inexperienced. Idk I just need this to be fucking intense, like John suffocating his desire for ages and now finally indulging in his worst temptation and showing her what lust is... please i'll burn in hellll

a/n: first of all let me say: this killed me. like, it’s literally all i can think about. god help me. but thank you so fucking much for requesting this bc i liked it sooo much that i decided to make a mini series out of it with the help of my babe @stxdyblr-2k who was sweet enough to offer to ghostwrite on the series 🥰 and to all my other angels who requested fics, don’t worry i will get them done! just wanna give you guys the best quality work i can. my 1st priority are some tommy requests i got, as well as some michael ones after :)

love, abi xxx

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (1 of ?)

warnings: nsfw! eventual smut, slow burn, john being sexy as all hell but also soft

John couldn’t tear his eyes off of you. From the moment you walked into the Garrison, arm loosely linked with Ada’s, clad in a black lace dress that hugged you just right, he couldn’t stop staring. Even Tommy and Arthur had noticed, cracking some joke about him being pussy whipped. The words floated right over his head, his mind on one thing only. The last time he had seen you, you were barely eighteen, cheeks pink as you waved goodbye out the train window to Ada as she sobbed. Ada had always had a flair for the dramatic, but the two of you had practically been attached at the hip your entire lives. So, he consoled her, reminding her that university wasn’t forever, that you would be back soon enough. And back, you were, red-stained lips sipping at a glass of something that Ada had practically shoved in your face. You weren’t a girl anymore, black heels crossed at the ankle as you sat across the room in a booth, laughing as Ada waved her arms, telling some sort of story.

“Just fuckin’ talk to ‘er, John-boy,” Arthur’s voice cut through John’s train of thought like a sharp knife, and he focused his eyes on his two brothers sitting at the booth across from him, clouds of smoke from Tommy’s incessant smoking heavy in the air around them.

“Fuck off,” John returned as he stood, earning a chuckle from Tommy.

“That’s right,” Arthur shouted as John made his way towards the bar, rolling his eyes at his older brothers. “Make sure you show her a real good time, eh?” Arthur’s voice was soon drowned out by the crowd around John, as they parted to let him walk through. He didn’t even see them, his eyes trained on your smile. Fuck, you were pretty.

***

“So, then I fucking kicked him in the balls.” Ada’s eyes sparkled triumphantly as she recalled the time she’d incited a riot, managing to cause great injury to a certain part of a policeman’s body. She did so casually, like it was no big deal. You couldn’t control your laughter as Ada grinned, pleased that she’d been able to make you laugh. “Fuckin’ missed you, Y/N,” she professed, shooting the rest of her gin and gesturing at the bartender to “leave the fuckin’ bottle, already.”

“Missed you too,” you smiled back at her, happy to be back in Birmingham in the company of an old friend. London was beautiful, but lonely. There was something inside you that missed the dirty streets, the crowded pubs bursting with familiar faces.

“Had to come over here myself to make sure it was you,” A deep voice interrupted your reverie and you looked up to see none other than Ada’s older brother John, looking even handsomer than the last time you’d seen him, in a grey-three piece suit, a cigar hanging from his lips. You’d had the hugest crush on him growing up, and the butterflies swimming around in your stomach seemed to confirm that you still found the tallest Shelby brother irresistible.

“Hi, John,” You offered him a shy smile and scooched over as he slid into the booth next to you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your cheek. You couldn’t help but drink in the smell of his cologne, the various drinks that Ada had encouraged you to down making you press yourself closer to him.

“M’kay, if you’re going to fuck, at least wait until I’m gone.” Ada’s voice snapped you out of it and you looked away, a pink blush staining your cheeks.

“Says the one who managed to fuck three of my best mates before you left school,” John retorted, causing Ada to roll her eyes, shooting her whiskey and pouring the three of you another glass each.

“I feel like getting drunk, and I’m not doing it alone,” Ada announced, causing both you and John to crack a smile at her forcefulness.

“Good thing we took a cab here,” you returned, before shooting your whiskey. If you were going to have to stare at John all night, you thought, you might as well be drunk doing it. Wasn’t like he was going to be staring back.

***

Ada was shitfaced, dancing in the middle of the pub. Luckily, Isaiah had stepped in as her partner, making sure her stumbling didn’t cause her to trip and fall. Unluckily for you, this left a tipsy you and John alone tucked into a booth in the corner of the room, out of view. The conversation was friendly, and you were trying your best to keep your mind off the way you could see John’s forearms practically bulging out of his suit. It wasn’t fair, you thought to yourself, for him to walk around looking like that. Especially when you knew that he was probably fucking the latest movie star, or something. It was almost impossible for you to keep your head straight, yet you managed to keep it civil. However, you couldn’t help your gaze from drifting to his lips. God, they were so pink and looked so soft, it was unfair. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how they’d feel on your mouth, let alone other parts of your body. Jesus, you were fucked.

A third of a bottle of whiskey later, you couldn’t help but let yourself slide closer to him, heart beating fast in your chest as you sat tucked into his side, his arm around you as you laughed at a joke he’d made, something about the stick up Tommy’s ass. Your eyes shone as they met his blue ones, his arm sliding down until his fingers were brushing against your waist, radiating heat into your skin.

“Y’know, I’d tell you how fuckin’ pretty you look tonight, but I think you already know that,” John rumbled into your ear, lips just barely brushing against your neck. Your breath hitched, and he noticed, a small grin spreading across his lips.

“You’re something else, you know that?” You shot back, a small smile threatening to take over your lips.

“M’not just sayin’ that. Couldn’t take my eyes off ‘ya, since you walked in.” John wasn’t kidding. For a second you didn’t know how to reply, staring up at him with a slight look of disbelief. The whiskey, however, had other plans, and had decided to respond for you.

“Can't keep your hands off me now." You smirked, waiting for him to escalate the moment, anticipation and liquor silencing the blaring alarm in your mind. God, you shouldn't want him as badly as you do.

"Can you blame me?" He muttered, dragging his fingers across the lace of your dress, tracing the pattern's loops absentmindedly, watching your jaw tense and lips part to take a gasping breath, your jacket having long vanished into the chaos of the pub. Your arms wound themselves around his neck, fingers twisting into his short hair. "Fucking come 'ere lass."

His strong arms lifted you onto his knee, gripping a thigh to help you balance, the friction of his rough hand against the stiff fabric pushing your dress up slightly. The need for more and the desire to know him completely intoxicated you far more than anything from a bottle; you'd never felt as though you were on fire from your drunk hookups. His fingers found the zip of your dress, tugging it down desperately, gripping the flesh of your exposed shoulder blades. A small groan erupted from your lips as you felt him chuckle below you, pressing a thumb to your lips to quieten you.

"John," you whined, pouting playfully against his thumb.

"I'll sort you out, I swear," He muttered, slipping his thumb between your lips. Instinctively, you sucked, locking eyes with him, his hand straying from your back to roughly grab your jaw, holding your gaze. "But if you're going to scream your 'ead off, we'll get caught."

"You wish you could make me scream, John-lad."

"Come off it, I could ruin you, Y/N." He stated, lifting your jaw, as though memorising the construction of your face, tone brimming with a cocky confidence only John could make attractive. "You want that?"

"More than anything." The words tumbled out of your mouth thoughtlessly, watching how his jaw tightened in response as you attempted to read his expression. He studied you for what must've only been a few seconds, but the moment passed so slowly, you could barely remember what it felt like to not be examined by his dominating blue eyed stare.

His grip guided your face to his, fingers tilting your chin so John's lips could brush against yours, before pulling you into a heated almost aggressive kiss, the straps of your dress barely grazing your shoulders, the hem of your dress bunching around your waist as he reached down your back to grab your bum in a firm squeeze. Your mouth gaped open in a gasp of pleasure, John taking the moment to run his tongue against your lips, gaining access and deepening the kiss. You were so caught up in the thrill of John's seduction that you hadn't noticed his hand suddenly pull away after moving your skimpy underwear to one side. You had instinctively ground your hips against him, he'd broken the kiss to let out a string of curses, complimenting you through his quickening breaths (“Fuckin’ wet for me already, aye?”), gripping your thigh. But as soon as he had pulled the thin silk from your thighs, the atmosphere shifted, his lip curling in frustration as his hands left your skin as though your flesh was suddenly scalding.

"John?" You prompted, resting a hand on his shoulder, noticing the dark shadows under his eyes for the first time.

"It's getting late."

"What?" Your voice sounded high and whiny, you mentally scolded yourself for sounding so needy. It was embarrassing to be rejected by the man you've admired for many years, but even worse to be openly vulnerable and so pathetic in front of your best friend's brother.

Ada.

Oh fuck.

Realisation hit you, it was either that or the unholy quantity of alcohol you'd downed which turned your stomach. You had gone too far this time. It was one thing to flirt with John and desire him from a distance, it was an absolute betrayal to have sex with him, knowing Ada's insecurity about being used to get close to her gangster brothers- sex, power and politics. You had sworn during those tearful walks around the canal that you'd never hurt her. You couldn't do that to her.

Your sudden panic must've been obvious, you tried to stand up from John's lap, stumbling slightly, only regaining balance due to a sudden arm across your back, anchoring you upright.

"No one has to know. It's our secret yeah?" He muttered into your ear, his words comforting.

You nodded silently, the reality of the situation settling in. Your hands are shaking by your sides, John catches them, locking his fingers with yours.

"It's fine, now. Nothing happened yeah?" He stood up in front of you, his muscular physique looming before you, the creases across his torso reminding you that just a few minutes ago his body was under yours, he was breathless, needing your skin against his, desperate and vulnerable. "I'll zip you up. Turn around."

His hands dropped from yours to fumble clumsily with your zip, struggling in the gloom and fog of intoxication, he eventually succeeded, the lace clinging to the curve of your hips, waist, back and chest again. You wished it was him instead that was skimming your figure but you pushed the thought away with a simple, "Thanks."

"I'll walk you home yeah?" He offered, as he straightens your skirt and his tie, allowing you to fix his crumpled shirt collar and the row of shining buttons below his throat which you'd ripped open as he whispered dirty nonsense in your ear, smirking at how you arched your back and swore back at him through your moans.

"Isaiah already said he would, it'd be better for us both that way. You know how people around here talk." You replied, glancing at the mirror on the wall of the booth to quickly smooth your tousled hair. Despite only recently returning to Small Heath, you'd already encountered the rife gossiping and quickly realised your neighbour was incapable of minding his own business. "Nobody has to know, right?"

John nodded, disappointed but appreciating your rationale and quick thinking despite your state, "Right."

"Good night, John," You said politely, ignoring the tension in his tone and the sudden soft sadness of his eyes, turning your back and walking to the door. Back to the sticky dance floor, back to Ada, Isaiah, Finn, Tokyo, back to spilling drinks, ashing cigarettes, back to noise, safety and far from the man who made your morals vanish with the same lines he uses on probably every single one of his conquests. Fuck it. You were going to enjoy it, you sped up your pace in your heels, trying to ignore your shaking legs. You tried to ignore the guilty twang in your gut when Ada screamed your name across the pub and stumbled over, dragging some lad on her arm, pressing drunken kisses to your forehead and cheeks.

You couldn't help but look back to see his shadow sloping away into the darkness of the booths closer to the dance floor, being bullied mercilessly by his brothers you assumed. You watched him fake a smirk, take the knuckles to his brow from Arthur, snap an insult back to Thomas and settle into his rightful seat. You only shifted your gaze to Ada for a moment but when you looked back up, he was staring at you, jaw tense, icy stare burning into yours, arms folded on the table, the gold chains of his sleeve garters barely glinting in the dim light. He looked away but you could see his cheeks were flushed with blood even in the glow of the oil lamps.

Pretending nothing happened was going to be impossible.

***

to be continued!

[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?���

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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