#i was gonna say i need to draw something besides su but then i remembered

[randomminty]

sheswaiting

Bonus:

[forever-rogue]

Only You (A Good Man)

A/N: Hello my sunshines! I’m back with another little installment of the AGM ‘verse with our favorite Javi and Dulzura! I love them so much and I’m glad y’all do too! This is just some sweetness - enjoy!  As always, comments and feedback are welcome, and if you’d like to be tagged let me know! Xx

*can be read as a standalone or part of the ‘verse as a whole*

Pairing: Professor! Javi x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: language, smut (18+ only!)

A GOOD MAN ‘VERSE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

JAVIER MASTERLIST

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“Dulzura?” Javier’s voice sounded concerned as he walked in the door and was immediately greeted by a large sigh from the dining room. He kicked off his shoes and dropped his briefcase by the door, pausing for a moment to reach down and pet Stevie. A quiet slew of curses met his ears as he padded down the hall to find you. 

He paused in the doorway, leaning against it as a small smile crossed his features. You were sitting at the head of the table, papers and fabric samples and flowers all around you. Your hands were threaded in your hair as you stared at everything with an exasperated expression. Even if you hadn’t heard him come in, you easily sensed your fiancé’s presence and looked up to meet his soft brown eyes. Tension seemed to leave your body at the sight of your lover as he strode over and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Humming slightly, he looked around at everything that appeared to be the bane of your existence as he realized this was all for the wedding. 

“Hi Javi,” you relaxed ever so slightly as his large, skilled hands massaged your aching shoulders. Biting your lip, it became a herculean task to hold back your moans as he worked on easing the knots that had been plaguing you, “fuck Javi.”

“Normally you save that for-”

“Shut up!” you jokingly groaned as you put your hands on top of his and gave them a small squeeze, “such a cocky bastard.”

“And yet you’re marrying me,” you turned to face him but before you could do anything else, he captured your lips with his in a soft, saccharine kiss. That was definitely the best, and his favorite, way to get you to relax. 

“I’m starting to question that,” you huffed when he pulled back, a confused expression crossing his features. His heart instantly felt like it was about to burst out of his chest as he stared at you; sometimes this still all felt like some sort of fever dream and you weren’t actually real. Like you were a figment of imagination that he used to cope with the reality of everyday life. But then...you were there to welcome him home with open arms every night. You were there, warm, soft, and gentle next to him every morning; sometimes you even woke him with gentle touches and kisses. You were here now, in his hands, literally and metaphorically, the ring on your left hand catching the light perfectly as he grounded himself and forced himself to remember that this was all real. 

You noticed the momentarily distressed look on his face and shook your head, “oh, Javier, no! You know I didn’t mean it like that, my love. If there is one thing in this world I am sure about - it’s you. I just...I don’t know about all of these wedding planning. It’s starting to drive me crazy.”

“I feel like I haven’t helped,” he sighed as you slammed the book of cake photos shut and pushed it away and quickly stood up. Javier wasted no time in wrapping you up in his arms as you buried your face into his neck and inhaled his familiar scent; an instant sense of comfort and relaxation washed over you, “I’m sorry for not being more helpful. I’ll make more of an effort - this isn’t all your job.”

“It’s just...who knew that planning a wedding takes this much time and effort,” you groaned as you thought about all the plans you still needed to finalize and settle. It seemed like a task akin to an odyssey and you weren’t sure if it would ever come together, “all this trouble - and for what? One day of celebration for the people in our lives? To prove to them that we love each other?”

“It’s still months and months away,” the ex-DEA tried his best to reassure you as you just huffed with a bout of sarcastic laughter in his shoulder. He’d been through a lot of shit - seen even more - and yet none of that seemed as daunting as planning a wedding. Needless to say, he hadn’t played a big part in planning his first wedding, the one that had never happened thanks to him. It was all for the best, he’d come to realize over, because all of this had led him to you. He kissed your cheek, “we’ll get it all done.”

“I hope so,” you groaned lightly, deciding to push the thought of more planning out of your head; at least for this evening, “come on baby, let’s go out tonight, what do you say? I want a break from all of this, and I’m sure you’re just as tired.”

“Sounds perfect,” he beamed at you, “how about I take my wife to her favorite restaurant and then a movie?”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” you grinned at him before gently kissing his nose, “only one problem…”

“Oh?”

“I’m not your wife - not quite yet,” you reminded him as he just responded with a hearty laugh, “and who knows when it will be at this rate!”

“Relax, Dulzura,” he whispered as he held you close, “it will happen in time, just as it was meant to, I promise.”

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“Fuck,” you could barely hold back your moan, biting on your bottom lip so hard you were sure it would bleed any moment as Javier buried himself between your legs. He hummed in content as you reached down and hand a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Javier, right there - please.”

“Always taste so good,” he whispered as he pulled back for a moment and kissed along your thigh; you were so close, and he knew exactly what he was doing - getting you closer and closer and then drawing out your orgasm. Sometimes you could kill him for doing so, but tonight it felt just right. He licked up your soaked folders, nose nudging your clit as he ate you out like a man starving, “just like fucking candy.”

“Jesus,” your eyes snapped shut as he added in two fingers, curling them just right to find your sweet spot. He moved his free hand to your hips as he tried to keep you still as you writhed under him, “so close, Javi.”

“Then you need to cum for me,” he insisted with a wicked smirk you could feel against your skin, “come on baby.”

“No, no, no,” you tugged lightly on hair, pulling his face away and causing him to look at you in confusion, “want you inside of me - want you to cum in me.”

“Shit,” he made a low, almost visceral sound as he hastily worked to pull off his jeans and threw them into the heap that contained your clothes. You reached for him and brought him up to your lips, kissing him as though your life depended on it, making it a point to leave marks that everyone would see, letting the world know he was yours. He moaned into your mouth as he lined himself up at your entrance before slowly pushing in. His eyes closed as your tight, warmness hugged him perfectly, “fuck, you feel so perfect - always do.”

“I love you,” you whispered softly at him, as he buried his face into your chest, “only you, Javier.”

"I love you, Dulzura," he kissed along your jaw as he set a languid, slow pace, hitting it right with every thrust. You reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to your lips and you could practically feel him smiling against you as he worked to pull small moans. And then - it hit him.

"Let's get married tomorrow."

"W-what?" it was somewhere between shock and a moan as Javier rolled his hips in a particularly deep thrust. He pulled back slightly and judging by the look in his soft brown eyes, you could see he meant it. This wasn't just some spur of the moment thing he'd decided on in the throws of passion. 

He slowly switched positions so he was lying on his back and you were on top. The newfound angle made your eyes almost roll back as he stared at you in reverence. His large hands found purchase on your hips as you slowly bounced on his cock. His hips moved in time with yours, "I mean it. Let's just get married - fuck. Want to call you my wife already."

"Javier," you looked down at him with searing intensity before leaning down to kiss him. You could feel him start to twitch within you as your velvety walls started to clamp down on him, "I'm gonna-"

But you didn’t get a chance to say anything else as your orgasm washed over you, and nothing but soft mewls and moans spilled from your lips as you kissed him. Javi was close behind, filling you up with his hot cum, as he pulled you down to body and held you tightly. 

The two of you stayed like that for some, trying to catch your breath and slow your racing heart as he continued to kiss you silly. It was such a tender thing, but so sweet and intimate that you never wanted it to end. 

Once you came down from your high, you pulled back and grinned at him, nuzzling your nose against his before kissing him again. 

“Did you mean it?” you asked him gently as a grin spread across his features and he nodded slowly, “you really want to skip the whole wedding and just go and get married at the city hall?”

“Mhmm,” he promised, “planning a wedding...it’s so much stress and time, and for what? Other people? We already know we love each other and we’re not going anywhere, what does it matter? This is for us.”

“Our families will be pissed,” you laughed as he just scoffed and shrugged his shoulders, “but they’ll get over it. I love you, Javier - and nothing would make me happier than being your wife. Let’s do it.”

“You’re sure?” he put his hand on your cheek as you nodded, “I don’t want you to do this and then regret it. If you want a big wedding, I’ll get you the biggest fucking wedding you could want.”

“I just want you,” you beamed at him, running a hand through his dark curls, “just you. Maybe we can have a big barbecue or something later once it’s all said and done. Besides, the whole thing just seems overrated, you know?”

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as you rolled off of him and stood up, nodding towards the bathroom. He wasted no time getting up, knowing exactly where this was going, “you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?”

“Hmm,” you mused thoughtfully before sticking your tongue out at him, “there’s one more thing I want to tell you.”

“Go on…” he quirked an eyebrow before you began pulling him into the bathroom and pointing at the small trash can. He studied it for a moment before realizing what was at the top, “really?”

“Uh huh honey,” you grinned and kissed his cheek as you glanced at the birth control that was placed on top, “we’d talked about it and said after the new year we could...try but not try. And well...I’m ready if you are, Javi.”

“I love you,” he looked back at you with wide, soft brown eyes. The ones you’d loved for what seemed like an eternity now, “fuck...yes. I want this, all of it - with you.”

“Me too,” you grinned back at him, “me too, Javier. You are the best man, and nothing you say or do will ever change that.”

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"Baby," Javier poked his head down the hall as he looked at his watch. There wasn't even a time you had to be at city hall or anything but he was...nervous. Gods, he was so nervous. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd ever felt like this before. He hadn't.

"Almost done, Javier," you called back to him as you finished putting your earrings in and turning back to your mirror. You let out a breath as you looked yourself over; your whole body was trembling with anxious energy. But you'd dressed the part and were happy with how you looked - you hoped Javi would like it too, although you could have worn an old potato sack and he would have called you beautiful. A creak from the floorboards caught your attention as you laughed, "no peeking, my love! Its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding!"

"Are you planning on keeping me blindfolded on the drive? Are you going to drive Miss Gets Lost in Our Neighborhood?" you could practically hear the smile in his voice as you sighed dramatically. You finished off your hair before slowly opening the door.

"Close your eyes!" you insisted for just a moment before moving into the hall and stopping in front of him. Reaching over, you slowly grabbed his hand and held it tightly in yours, "alright. You can open!"

And he opened them ever so slowly as soft brown eyes studied you with intense scrutiny.

"Wow," he was almost speechless as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth.

"Is it too much?" you asked as your cheeks warmed up, suddenly wondering if you'd made some sort of mistake and gone too far. Javi beamed at your with a fervent shake of his head as he pulled your towards him, lips ghosting over yours as he tried not to mess up your lipstick.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he promised, "I must be the luckiest man in the world."

"Now you're just being dramatic. You clean up pretty well yourself, handsome," you laughed at his praise, but relished in it nonetheless. You'd picked this particular green dress on the whim that he might like it. It had been hanging in your closet for some time, and you'd never had the occasion to wear it before. What better day than your wedding day? He just sighed contentedly as you fixed a few stray hairs and straightened his tie. It was a simple black suit, but gods, he looked handsome as ever and it nearly made your hair stop, “ready?”

"Definitely," he promised as he slipped your hand into his and started to tug you towards the door, "you ready?"

"Almost! Hang on," taking a step back, you smiled as you held up your hands in the shape of a camera and pretended to snap a picture when he laughed, "I'm taking a mental picture - of my husband on our wedding day."

“Husband,” his smile was infectious - brighter than you had ever seen and you swore you fell a little more in love then and there, “I like the sound of that. Come on - let’s get married.”

“You know this doesn’t change anything between us, right?” you asked as he held the door open for you, “I’m still going to love you just as much. It’s just a piece of paper.”

“And yet...it feels right,” he shrugged as you made sure the rings were in his coat pocket as he opened the car door for you. On your seat was a beautiful bouquet of vibrant tulips in your favorite colors. A small sound of surprise left your lips as your eyes immediately stung with tears, “w-what? You don’t like them?”

“I love them,” you took them in your arms and clutched them to your chest, “they’re perfect. I love you - you didn’t need to do this, Javier.”

“I wanted to,” he insisted, with a kiss as he went to the driver’s side, “every bride needs some flowers on her wedding day.”

“Who knew you were such a sappy traditionalist?” you snorted as you climbed in, “big softie.”

“Cállate,” he jokingly shushed as he turned on the car and drove towards city hall. This was it - later this afternoon you’d officially be Javi’s wife - Mrs. Peña. 

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"And do you, Javier Peña, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Javier grinned at you, his single dimple proudly on display. He slipped the simple golden band onto your finger, snugly next to your engagement ring. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you looked at the matching band on his finger.

"I do," he was confident; in all honesty he had never been this sure about anything else. 

"Then I pronounce you man and wife," the officiant nodded at the two of you before Javi leaned over and kissed you gently. 

It all felt so surreal - like you were going through everything in a daze. Javier's hand was holding onto yours, fingers laced together as you both signed the marriage certificate and received multiple congratulations from random strangers. It seemed like it all went by so fast, a blur as you became husband and wife.

Before you knew it, you were walking out of city hall and clutching onto his arm and giggling at something he said. Before you could get back in the car, Javier let go out of your hand and took a few steps back. You gave him a confused look before quickly realizing what he was doing; he held up his hands as he pretended to take a photo.

"First picture of my wife," his voice almost cracked as he watched you pose and hold up your flowers. He made a small sound in the back of his throat, "perfect."

"Javier," you threw your arms around him and held him tightly against you, burying your face into his neck, "I love you so much."

"I love you, Dulzura," kissing the side of your head, he picked you up and spun you around, "all mine forever."

"I was already yours forever," you promised him, "always - from the start."

"From the start?" he chuckled warmly as you nodded, grabbing his hand and pressing a kiss to his new wedding band, "even when I was your professor?"

"Mhmm," you reached up and cupped his cheek gently, "even back then. First the first moment when I thought- oh no he's hot to when you got mad at me for coming into your office to when you got me the tea."

"Ahh," his hands found purchase on your face as he leaned into you, "back when I was a complete asshole."

"It only lasted for like fifteen minutes," you smiled against his lips, "and I was a goner. I've loved you for a long time, Javier, when I didn't realize it."

"Shit," closing his eyes, he gently pressed his lips against yours, "and to think I felt guilty about thinking you were beautiful when I first saw you."

"You did?!"

"Uh huh honey," he repeated your favorite phrase softly, "I couldn't get you off my mind for...well since then. Nothing's changed. I loved you then and still do. It was easy I think, to fall in love with you - it just happened."

"I love you," you whispered before pulling him in for a long saccharine kiss, "so much, Javier. You are everything. You have made me the happiest woman in the world."

"I love you," he repeated softly, his hands on both sides of your face as he studied you,  "mi alma, mi vida -  my wife."

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COSMIC - S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

|| 𝟑𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty chandelier that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh," she sighs into her hands. "Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see, like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them did. It looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began shifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my my way to Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the rest of the party. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the D&D chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin countered softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! Y/n, tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Y/n and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press, stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin's shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished, straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spit, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Great. Of course nobody was going to make anything easy. Why would they?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiant.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled, as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second, please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin my long awaited  rant.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"Y/n's right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

[peach-the-owl]

An Uncomfortable Encounter

Child of the Nein (Molly & Child!Reader)

At first glance people would say that you and Molly were almost glued to the hip, but that’s not necessarily true. Some evenings Molly would go off to do some "grownup activities" as you called it, you technically knew what they were and you knew they weren’t the smartest things in the world to be doing but he was a his own person and you were a kid so you didn’t feel you had the power to tell him what to do. If he somehow ended up in jail the next day, which has happened several times before, you’d just help to sweet talk him out of it with your childish charms. On those evenings you mostly stuck around at the inns tavern, providing music for them and usually earning a free meal as thanks. You were also very aware of the types of crowds that could gather not always being the safest so you’d always have to be on your toes, and sure you could say you had the rest of the Mighty Nein looking out for you too but they sometimes had their own set of activites planned out leaving you by your lonesome. On one such evening after putting on a grand performance, if you do say so yourself, the clerk at the tavern you were staying at gifted you with a simple meal before heading off to deal with some of the other patrons, you wasted no time and dig in.

"That was quite the entertaining performance you put on child." An elven man says taking the seat across your little table. You instantly feel suspicious of him but decide to play along a bit to fully sus out the situation.

"Why thank you sir. I’m glad you enjoyed it." You put on a large smile.

"You’re welcome. So is there a reason you’re here all alone?" You did not like where this line of questioning was going so you slowly start shuffling over to leave.

"That’s where you’re wrong, I’m not alone I have friends around here." You half lied, taking a quick look to see if anyone from the Nein had returned from one of their escapades. Unfortunately they had not.

"Well that’s too bad I wouldn’t mind taking you home with me, you could even do a… private preformance for me?" Aaaannnnnddd that was your cue to quickly think of an excuse to leave. (Someone said something like this to me at work once, I noped on out of that conversation)

"I’m sorry but I really should be going, I just remembered I’d promised one of my friends that I was gonna join them to do some shopping." You spoke a little quickly but tried to sound as unconcerned as possible. You get up to leave, only managing a few steps before you feel a grip on your wrist, oh how you really wished people weren’t so smashed up to notice your discomfort with the elf.

"Now now youngling, there’s no need to hurry off I’m sure your friend won’t mind, you can simply tell them you were tired and went to bed." His tone was a little too… suggestive for your liking.

"I-I don’t feel very comfortable with this." You hated how powerless you suddenly sounded and felt, your mind drawing a blank as you just try to tug your wrist out of the creeps grip.

"It’s ok little one, I coul-" His sentence cuts short as does his grip loosen on you, you stumble forward a bit once you’ve freed yourself. Looking over your shoulder you let out a quiet sigh of relief as a very angered looking Molly now has the elf's own wrist in a tight grip.

"You could what sorry?" Molly, despite placing a smile on his face, barely hid the fury that dripped from his voice.

"I, uhhhh, nothing." The elven man shakes a little.

"No no, please do enlighten me as to what you were about to tell mine kid, I dare ya." Did… did his accent just get thicker? Actually now that you had a better look he seemed different, you couldn’t pinpoint what it was but there was something different. If you hadn’t known any better you’d almost think Molly was someone else entirely. Molly(?) then leans in and whispers something to the elf, whatever it was it made the mans face turn paler then it already was and when Molly(?) let go of his wrist he hastily stumbled out of the tavern.

"You alright?" He sounded like himself again, coming down from whatever just happened.

"I… think I’m gonna turn in for the night." You say, still a little shaken from the whole encounter.

"Alright." Molly then makes his way up to the rooms but pauses when you don’t follow. "Aren’tcha comin'?" You shake yourself off a bit and proceed to trail along beside him to the rooms.

"Thanks for helping me back there. I'm glad you showed up when you did, but you know you don’t have to stay."

"Yeah, I know. But I’m gonna anyways." He shots you a side smirk, you playfully roll your eyes back.

"Well, so much for whatever your plans were." You finally reach the room you were staying in and make your way inside.

"Look there’s a lot of towns with a lot of people just waiting to get themselves a piece of this." Molly gives a dramatic pose, making you giggle at his antics. "But they’re just gonna have to wait because there’s one person who takes priority over all else."

"It’s Caleb! I knew it!" You joke causing the both of you to laugh.

"But seriously," he says after calming down, "there’s no way I’m leaving ya by your lonesome after that."

"Thanks. Oh! By the way, you came to my rescue pretty quick, which was great but how did you know to come check on me?" You ask starting to settle yourself into the little inn bed.

"I see many things with mine eyes." There was that thicker accent again, even Molly blinked a bit in surprise at his words. You tilt your head in confusion.

"What the heck was that?"

"I’m… not sure, sounded cool though."

"You’re so weird." You chuckle a bit at his comment.

"But isn't that what makes me so great. Besides if I’m weird so are you."

"You got me there." Now having properly settled into the bed, Molly walks over sitting next to you. He starts to make up a fun little story while you listen and let yourself slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep.

[anime-lover-forever-1127]

The Sadist’s Nurse {Okita Sougo} - 1.This Is Only The First Chapter And I Can't Think Of A Title. How Am I Gonna Survive The Entire Fanfiction?!  Well Good Thing This Is A Gintama Fanfiction,  So I Can Do This

This Is Only The First Chapter And I Can't Think Of A Title. How Am I Gonna Survive The Entire Fanfiction?!

Well Good Thing This Is A Gintama Fanfiction,

So I Can Do This ^

Disclaimer - (Cause fanfiction is tricky ground and I hope not to offend the creator of the original story and get sued)

I do not own "Gintama", it belongs to its original creator Hideaki Sorachi - or as we may know him, the Gorilla (If you did not get that reference, then I'd like you to stop, and ask yourself - Are You A Real Gintama Fan?) . This is only a fanfiction that I was inspired to write by the original work. Please support the official release. Most of the media - such as the art and illustrations, gifs, video's, etc. used in this fanfiction - are from the web. Thus, most of them aren't mine (because I really, really can't draw) unless mentioned. To fit the story, images are also edited by various apps and websites. So they aren't mine, just edited.

Also if you own a picture or Video that I found online, and you either want your name added, or me to take it down. Please contact me and we can talk it out. P.s. I also ask that you do not copy my work and publish it onto any other website.

If you're gonna use my idea, please ask me (If you ask nicely, I for sure, will agree). If I don't contact you within a week, then just assume I'm giving you the all clear and go for it. Just remember to credit me.

I will be writing out scenes even if my Oc isn't in them. As long as she's mentioned, or influencing the characters in some way. Or maybe because it influences the story. This may seem a bit annoying. But that's just how I write. I like to embed my characters into the story line. Because of this, most of the dialogue/scenes will come from the original work.

I may not get all the references in the story - because I haven't watched all those anime - so sorry if I butchere those those ones. (It goes without saying that I don't own any of those as well)

*****

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 5

Today's Special

Never let your best friends get lonely...

Keep disturbing them

~ Unknown

*****

Akira watched her brother mutter to himself as he spied out the window.

"Okita wake up." Hijita said, balling up Katsura's wanted poster up and hitting the sleeping man on the head with it. The main reason he did that being that he didn't like how at home he looked sleeping on his precious baby sisters lap.

Akira stopped running her hands through the man's soft locks as he got up.

"I'm surprised that you could sleep through that explosion." Hijikata said.

"Explosion?" Sougo questioned. "Did you let the terrorists attack again?" He asked, pulling down his sleeping mask. "What's your problem, Hijikata? You need to apply yourself. Take a page out of Akira's book."

"Me! You're the one who needs to take a page out of her book and stop sleeping on the job." Hijikata shouts, grabbing his sword's hilt. "They can blow up all the Amanto for all I care. I'll let those fishes swim for a bit before I'll reel 'em up… and cut their necks." He drew his sword, pushing his palm against the flat side of the blade. "It'll be a proud moment for the shinsengumi. I'm looking forward to this fight."

"If that's settled. Then let's head back to the base and we can decide what action to take there." Akira suggests.

*****

"Oh? So we finally found them?" Kondo asks.

Hijikata nods, "Yes. Yamazaki is following them right now. It's only a matter of time before we discover their base, Kondo-san."

"Yeah. But it wouldn't be the first time we've thought that. We gotta be careful or they'll slip right through our fingers again." says Akira, as she leans against the door frame.

"That's fine. We'll just have to be careful. Goodwork, Toshi."

"It's too soon to thank me." The vice-chief says, he turns around to look at their boss. "Save it for after we've killed them!"

"That is smart. You know it's just like the saying goes. It's never a good idea to count your chickens before they hatch." Akira nods.

"That's right." Konod agrees, "The Shinsengumi only give credit after distinguished military service. We, the Shinsengumi, belong in battle. " Kondo nods.

Hijikata smirks, "You're the chief. I'm only following orders."

"I'm counting on you, Toshi." Says the older man.

"We'll in that case. I better go check the medical stock and get the room ready." Akira says. "Someone around here, and by that I mean me, has to make sure you idiots don't bleed out and kill yourselves."

*****

Akira watches from the sidelines as a Shinsengumi unit charges forward, her brother and childhood friend at the helm. Leading the attack.

"You're under arrest!" yells Hijikata, kicking the door down. "Come quietly, you terrorist scum!"

"It's the Shinsengumi!"

"Oh no! Run away!"

And other similar shouts were heard from the room.

"Kill them all!" Hijikata shouted, pointing his sword forward.

"Actually Aniki. We should take some of them alive. I highly doubt that this is the entire army." says Akira, coming up to stand beside the two commanding officers.

"She's right you know Hijikata-san." Sougo says, and never one to miss out on an opportunity to annoy the older man, he adds, "I feel bad for Akira-chan. Always having to pick up her oniisan's slack."

"Why you-" Hijikata starts to growl, only to be cut off with a slap to the head.

"Hey. Why did you do that?" He asked, rubbing his head.

"Because well you two are here, bickering like children. The enemy is getting away." Akira answers, her hands on her hips. "Now go, before I decide to hit you with something a lot harder."

"Fine. Let's go Sougo."

*****

Within minutes there were injured Shinsengumi members coming to Akira to get their injuries looked at.

"You can continue to fight." She says to a member of the 2and squad. "Oh, and well you're out there. Can you please try to capture one of the Jouishishi members alive. We could use a bit more intel on their future operations. oK."

"Of course Akira-san." The man nodded, picking his sword up and running off into the battle again.

Seeing no more people, Akira poked her head around the corner to see all the members standing outside a barricaded door.

Seeing that the fight was practically over, she walked over to the group of men.

"This again? Where do they think they're gonna go?" Akira wonders, as one of her fingers tap against her cheek.

"Who knows what's ever going on inside those terrorists' heads." A Shinsengumi member answered.

"Hey, come out. We're really going to fire this time." Sougo shouted at the door. His thumb and pointer finger holds his chin, as his arm rests on the palm of his other hand. "Hijikata-san, our evening soap rerun is going to start soon."

"Did you remember to set our VCR?" Akira asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Geez. I forgot." He answers.

"Great. Note to self. Don't give you that job again." pouts Akira. She then turns around to the men and shouts, "Come on people. Let's wrap this up. We have 45 minutes to get back to the base. So let's finish this up today ladies."

"Dam. I didn't know she could be so mean." One of the newer members mumbles.

"Yeah. I thought she was known for being nice."

"She usually is. But since you two are new here, you don't really know her and you haven't seen anything yet either. Wait till her favorite store is selling strawberry cake. Then you realise how mean she can truly be. She'll tear you the shreds and then sew you back up together again. There are a couple of unwritten rules in the Shinsengumi. Ones that you'll have to learn if you intend to survive here." Another one answers.

Getting sick of the mutters, Hijikata shouted, "You heard the women. Let's get this over with. Prepare to fire!"

Just as the explosive was about to be launched, the barricade broke open from the other side as three people jumped out.

"Wh-what are you doing?! Stop them!" shouted Akira, surprised.

A puffy silver haired man continued to charge forward, holding something round in his hand. "If you want to stop something, then stop this bomb, please!" He said.

"You have a bomb squad, don't you?"

"He's got a bomb." Someone shouted.

As the group of men in black ran away from the trio, Akira simply grabbed the vice-chief and first division captain and pulled them to the side and let the group run right past them.

"Normally i'd say that we should stick around and help them out. But I'm dying to see who killed Gyuki. If we go now, we can make it right before the opening credits finish." Akira smirked.

"Don't we need to stick around?" Toshi asks.

Raising an eyebrow, Akira fires back, "Do you wanna stick around?"

"Hell no" The two men answer in unison.

*****

Legend/translation:

Aniki - Your own older brother, not to be confused with oniisan, which means someone else's older brother.

I also feel like I need to clear up the topic of her hair colour. It's mostly black, but under certain lighting, it looks brown.

I also understand the difference between a doctor and a nurse. And, yes, she really is a doctor. But let's all be honest, 'The Sadist's Nurse' has a much better ring to it then, 'The Sadist's Doctor'. It honestly just rolls off the tongue better.

You can read the other chapters of this story (in order) on Wattpad, Quotev, Fanfiction.Net, Ao3, or Webnovel - Under the username Animeloverforever1127 (Under the same title of course). Or you could shuffle around my tumbler, (I’ll try to keep my tags constant) but I’d go with the first - just seems like a lot less work.

[mojofun]

Caution - Keep out of children's reach. Yes Sirius, you too (Sirius x Reader)

Hello everyone. This is an entry for a writing challenge I’m taking part in, launched by the awesome @approved-by-dentists​ for reaching 400 followers; congratulations again :) The prompts I chose were <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions and still managed to get this result?>><<I did! Okay, I tried… Well, I tried to want to?>> and <<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

It’s a piece of fluff set in absurd situation and it came to me after a rather disastrous trip to IKEA (I’m still laughing). Anyway, enough with the chatter. I hope you enjoy it!

Gif not mine, credits to @snuffles-padfoot07​

<<Shit, Y/N’s home, Y/N’s home!>>

Alarmed whispers and jarring sounds of moving furniture were what welcomed the H/C-haired girl in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend, and occasionally -much more often than one might think- his best friend.

Suspicious, to say the least.

The young woman took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever could be waiting for her in the house. Her preparation should have been a little more physical, however, as all the years she’d spent with her other half should have taught her.

Maybe she decided to have some faith in him, even just a little…

That trust resulted in her almost face-planting against the floor after tripping over something. Luckily, two strong arms caught her before severe injures occurred

<<Y/N! Are you ok?>>

She tilted her head upward, meeting the young man’s steely grey eyes, filled with concern. 

Well, at least for that she could count on him.

The thought brought a smile to her face, but it was quickly wiped off her face when she took in the state of the room

<<What the hell, Sirius?>>

Cardboard boxes, sellotape shreds, bolts and screws littered the floor, along with some tools like hammers and… Was that a saw?

Parts of what she guessed were supposed to be chairs and a couch completed the mix. All in all, it looked like a jenga game gone wrong.

The sheepish twenty-something wizard awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck, avoiding her gaze

<<Well, you see…>>

<<Yes, I do see! The living room is a mess! Did a bomb explode in here or something?>>

In the corner James was crouching out of sight behind what should have been the back piece of the sofa

<<No, wait; a bomb would have caused less damage than you two>>

<<I’m sorry! We needed new chairs after the, uhm… Accident>>

Y/N crossed her arms, pinning him with a glare

<<Oh, you’re talking about the time you got drunk, changed into Padfoot and chewed all the legs off the furniture?>>

He gulped guiltily, still not looking at her.

Merlin knows what would have happened if Remus had not intervened to restrain him

<<Uh, yeah>>

<<And?>>

<<We went to that strange stores muggles call I… I…>>

<<I… What?>>

<<Wait, it’s on the tip of my tongue…>>

<<Su->>

<<Prongs, what the hell was it called?>>

<<I… Ig… Ice…>>

<<Are you two talking about IKEA?>>

<<YES!>> The two Marauders exclaimed in unison <<How did you know?>>

<<I’m a muggle born, remember?>>

Sirius smirked

<<Darling, how could I ever forget? My parents’ reaction when they found out I’m dating you will be forever burned in my mind>>

It was Y/N’s turn to grin at the prospect of stumping her significant other

<<Really now? Is that the only reason you are dating me, Sirius?>>

He rushed to her side, taking her hands in his and spewing reassurances so fast that she had trouble understanding him

<<No, of course not. I love you, your beauty, your sense of humor, your intelligence, your kindness…>>

Sirius was a little flustered; Y/N giggled

<<Are you done, darling?>>

<<Uhm, yeah>>

<<Good. Now, shall we take care of this mayhem together?>>

Both boys nodded fervently, making the female chuckle

<<Awesome. Will one of you hand me the instructions sheets, please?>>

That simple question was enough to make them freeze like two criminals caught red-handed

<<I’m scared of asking, but I’ll take the chance… What happened to those papers?>>

Her boyfriend looked like the statues outside the Hogwarts castle; his best friend hesitantly lifted his hand, pouting at a pile of scraps in the corner

<<What the hell?>>

Y/N suddenly had the feeling that she would be repeating that sentence a lot more during this absurd conversation

<<Well, you see…>>

<<No, this time I do not see! Why would you do that?>>

<<What makes you think it was me?>>

The young witch cocked an eyebrow, crossing her arms with a snort

<<Please: I’ve seen you in action as Padfoot>>

<<Alright… I may have chewed them out of frustration>>

<<Very mature>>

<<They were unintelligible! I was going crazy! I mean, look at this chair!>> He exploded, pointing at the piece of furniture by her side.

At first Y/N merely glanced at it, not finding anything out of the ordinary. Then, she froze; her brain refused to elaborate what she saw, so she slowly turned around again and came face to face with… An unusual sight, to put it nicely

<<What the hell?>>

Yes, the feeling was right

<<What is this? It looks like something out of a modern art museum!>>

In spite of themselves Sirius and James laughed, unable to hold back. Her glare brought them back in line though

<<Would one of you care to tell me why this damn chair has eight legs?>>

<<The drawings->>

<<Wait wait wait wait wait>> She held up a hand, trying to prepare herself again <<So you’re telling me you read the instructions->>

<<We read them!>> 

<<And still managed to get this result?>>

<<I did!>>

For the second time Y/N pinned him with a  harsh glare, making him squirm uncomfortably

<<Okay, I tried…>>

Her scowl worsened

<<Well, I tried to want to?>>

In the corner, James was still hiding behind the back piece of the couch.

The woman let out a long, frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose

<<I can’t believe you two…>>

<<Hey, did you expect us to understand Swedish?>>

<<The English version is written on the back, you idiots!>>

<<Oh>> They gaped

<<Don’t “oh” me>> The exasperated female scolded, taking in again the chaos the living room had been reduced to

<<There better be no more surprises in the house>>

<<Well, we were thinking of tackling the bed, but->>

<<No!>> She hastened to stop them <<You know what? Why don’t you two go buy groceries or something and I’ll deal with this… Octopus chair and the rest of your bedlam>>

At that, the other guy immediately ran out of the house, leaving his best mate to face his unnerved girlfriend. He just gave her an enormous smile and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

<<The real question is, what did I ever do to deserve you?>> She mumbled in his chest, making him cackle

<<You lucked out, darling>>

<<It wasn’t a compliment, you dumbass>>

The coal-haired wizard let out a belly laugh, pecking her on the forehead

<<I don’t care what you did, but I am grateful you did it; my life wouldn’t be even half as wonderful without you in it>>

The S/C-skinned witch raised her face to look him in the eyes, smiling sweetly

<<You managed to placate my fury, but it’s not gonna last long, so I suggest you apparate as far away as you can while I can still keep my killing instincts at bay>>

<<Roger that, my love. I’ll see you later!>>

With that, he was gone.

Y/N chortled, shaking her head in amusement

<<Whatever it is I did, Sirius, I am immensely grateful I did it too…>>

She pulled out her wand and got to work.

A couple of hours later the house looked fit to live in again. All pieces of furniture had the correct number of legs and there was no litter on the floor; it was spic and span.

That was the sight that greeted Sirius when he decided to go back home. It made him smile as he headed to their shared bedroom.

There, he found his girlfriend lying on the bed, taking a rest after working out the mess he’d made. To make up for it he’d bought her a bunch of F/F and a plushie

<<Y/N?>>

<<Mh…>>

<<Darling, could you wake up a moment?>>

Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, stretching and yawning

<<What is it? What did you do now?>>

Chuckling, the young man revealed his surprise

<<Well, I wanted to give you something to thank you for being so wonderful to me and tolerating all the trouble I stir>>

The smile she gave him made him melt. She accepted the flowers but, before she could move a muscle, he put them in a vase that was somehow already on the bedside table.

The plushie made her giggle

<<Dear, it’s ok. You are a wonderful boyfriend, you just suck at putting together furniture.

You really need to learn, though>>

He furrowed in confusion

<<Why? We don’t need anything else from I… Ic… Ig…>>

<<IKEA, Sirius, and yes, we do need one more thing>> She informed him with another yawn, getting back under the covers

<<What would it be, my dear?>>

<<A crib>> She murmured.

Four letters.

That was all it took for a wizard who’d faced countless Death-eaters to freeze on the spot

<<A c- A cri- Y/N?! Are you->>

A teddy to the face was his answer

<<Yes, yes I am. Now let me sleep>>

The H/C-haired witch did not see the tears pooling in her boyfriend’s eyes, nor the humongous smile stretching his lips.

He lay down beside her and slowly, cautiously, rested his hand on her abdomen

<<How on Earth did I ever get so lucky to be loved by you?>>

That was the last thing he said before succumbing to sleep.

Sirius did not see her smile either, but he did feel her squeezing his hand.

He was looking forward to their next trip to Ic- Ih- whatever the hell that store was called.

[masahikass]

okay so since i couldn’t resist, here’s some info about my random ie:go steven universe!au because i have no energy for online lessons :)

also i didn’t want to post about another au since @/primsbean is making so many posts about her ie:go madoka magica!au which i fUCKING LOVE OHMYGOD- but yeah, alternate universes are my favorite snacc. i have another one to talk about but first let’s say things about the SU one <3

under the cut because it’s LONG - and remember i’m not a native english so i might do some mistakes

okay so first of all, don’t blame me if there will be some events that don’t follow the plot (since i’m NOT remaking steven universe with ie charas!!!!! please keep this in mind) or events that Rebecca Sugar would have never inserted in her show. I respect everyone who worked at steven universe, and my intention is not to say their plot/story was bad, i’m just adding something that did never happen with any chara in the su series to make my au more original, that’s it. peace and love oN THE PLANET EARTH- okay that was the best su song hands down

also keep in mind gems don’t have “gemmic” names (if you know just a little of the su series, you should know all the gems are named after their gem, but i wont give that kind of names to the ie boys - or should i call them gems then? lol)

all the gems - for now - will be males too (as there werent any og male gems in steven universe besides steven, which is an hybrid though so...)

i will list each chara’s gem and ability after the general plot <3

so, the actual protags (though all the charas are!!! these are the two) are Tenma and Fey, who are around 5,000 years old - please if you don’t remember how the gems’ years worked go search it up, there are so many threads about that - and protect inazuma city (insert shooked face) from corrupted gems’ attacks. these attacks are not really frequent and they seem to deal with the situation, but one day they start increasing, being more frequent than usual and also the gems who attack are stronger and different from the previous ones. Fey starts making a theory about a possible new attempt of the homeworld gems (i still haven’t decided which charas will “represent” them, though, since this plot is a kind of season 1 we could say??) to start colonizing Earth via war, as they already did 3,500 years before the current events but failed, with the terrestrial gems rejecting them but also losing a lot of them - since some of them got shattered during the war and others escaped to travel to other planets to start colonizing them theirselves so they could live a new, pacific life. Tenma, at first, isn’t that sure about what Fey said, but as the corrupted gems’ attacks kept increasing he realized he could have been right. as they’re the only two gems who protect their city, they start thinking they should ask help to someone, trying to find more powerful gems. 

Fey suggests to search for a trio (whose name is still not 100% sure... i randomly thought about Prism Trio just because I couldn’t remake Crystal Gems ahahah I still don’t know) which protect old war ruins in a forgotten area which is actually near Inazuma City though - but still, only some gems know about it, for example Fey did researches but Tenma knew nothing. This trio will be formed by your local ie:go chaotic trio aka Shindou, Kirino and Kariya (well, if i don’t get any more ideas for the name, then Gay Trio will be alright), who are respectively 7,600, 8,000 and 7,100 years old and actually fought in the first war. They find them fighting against a corrupted fusion, and try to join them to finish it easily and fastly. As they actually give the trio a good help, they still get scolded by them because they went in an area they shouldn’t have been to. However, the trio is still thankful to them for their help, and when Fey tells them about the situation in Inazuma City Shindou replies telling him his theory might be right as he had heard about the increasing attacks, also because the ruins were more attacked than usual in that period. Tenma kindly asks them if they could give their help back, coming with him and Fey and trying to reject the attacks together, even though he thought they’d never agree. Kirino is absolutely okay with that and shows positivity towards Tenma’s idea, while Kariya isn’t that sure since all of them should get used to a new routine, different from the one they were used to in the last millenniums. Shindou, who was neutral at the beginning, proved Kirino right since that would have been the best way to know more about the new attacks, and finally convinces Kariya to join them.

As they get in TenFey’s temple (which is the only thing IDENTICAL to the original SU one, except for the statue in the original version which is absent now), they start organizing their rooms (you know, in the temple there was that one door who led to each gem’s personal room, so the trio starts get used to them), they also keep fighting against new species of corrupted gems who keep attacking the city.

One day, then, all the five gems get to another ruins area, further from the ones the trio used to fight in, and at a moment Tenma remains alone and encounters... bepreparedtocringeihadnoideassorry... Sasuke. Yes, I did a Lion reference using Tenma’s dog instead. Original af, congrats. BY THE WAY,, he understands this gIaNt DoG (ohmygod the lion sounded better,, damn me and my dumb ideas) is related to gems somehow, and when he gets back - since Sasuke disappears after some seconds - tells the others about it, but everyone gets it as a joke and doesnt trust him. In the next fight, though, Sasuke approaches the gems and gives them help (still idk how, gotta rewatch all the lion episodes 382679345 times to get more ideas), so they all understand Tenma was right.

Some days after that, while Tenma is playing with Sasuke (gOOD BOY,,,,, I MEAN GEM,,,,,,,,,,), the dog drags him into a portal/warp (did i spell it good omg my english gets worse every day...) - just as lion sometimes does in the og series, lol - and since this warp keeps being open for some seconds, the other four gems enter it as Tenma might be in trouble alone. They all discover Sasuke led Tenma to an unknown area, which i wanted to be a desert bUT THAT LOOKS A LOT LIKE THE OG SERIES HOLY SHI- so okay, let’s make it a normal land, where there’s a fight going on. They notice a gem fighting a corrupted one all alone, and this gem seems really in need of help so they try everything to save him (oMg SpOiLeRs ThE gEm Is A mALe ToO!!11!!!111!) as they see he doesn’t have any weapon and only fights with the things he finds around himself, such as common rocks. That gem is no one else (???) than Hikaru *cries in i needed to add him hes so baby* who tells the five gems he had never seen such a powerful corrupted gem before and that he was used to reject the previous attacks in that zone more easily, and when Tenma asks him if he wants to come with him and the others to the temple Hikaru accepts without any doubt. As he gets to the temple, the others ask him if he has any weapon, but he tells them he never had the strenght to “develop” one. Perhaps, his ability (the only i’ll reveal here in the plot!!) is really useful, as he can generate light from his gem and make people and other gems blind for a limited amount of time - which, at the beginning, is really short but always increasing. He also wants to practice it as he wants to control the limit of time (for example, blinding people/gems just for a minute even if he could do for ten). When he shows his ability to the other gems, they all get blind... besides Kariya and here the ship sails *coughs* n-nothing, who is actually immune to the light’s effect. Being the only one who doesnt get blind, he starts helping Hikaru to develop his weapon.

I still haven’t thought about the rest of the plot, but there are still three characters I wanted to add. In order: Kyousuke, as an hybrid whose backstory will be way different from Steven’s in the og series (as he wasn’t born an hybrid, neither one of his parents was a gem), then Minaho and Manabe who are gems from another planet (not Homeworld, though) that are usually fused all the time... but, still, I have to think abt a plot ahah

If you’ve got this far, well... congrats? I know this is really long oh damn-

Btw, before I go, here’s the gems’ weapons and abilities as I promised! <3

Tenma: bow and arrow, he can control the wind

Fey: he basically makes grow poisonous creepers from everywhere (kind of inspired from Lapis in the og series as she generated water and could control it), controls nature in general

Shindou: sword, his voice can reach really high pitches so if he screams he can destroy things (and, maybe, he could start shattering gems too... who knows)

Kirino: lance, has a really high speed

Kariya: basically can make strong claws grow from his hands (idk how to describe it holy fuck,,, i cant draw either, if i could i’d have showed u), his ability is telekinesis

Hikaru: well, i don’t wanna spoil his weapon as i’m gonna make another post asap... i already said what his ability was, btw. also!! i didnt mention it before, but his age is around 3000 y/o

Kyousuke: katana, he can read any person’s mind for ten minutes if he had contact with them, same goes with gems but he must touch their gem in order to read their mind (age, in human years: 17)

Minaho: guns, he can understand if someone or something interacted with someone/something else just by smelling it (sounds cringe ik,, btw his age is the same as Manabe’s, 6,700)

Manabe: since i had no more ideas, don’t blame me if this sounds Peridot-ish, but he can actually generate small but powerful robots he can control and fight with, his ability is controlling technology in general.

Another last thing... these nine characters are the same of the other au i mentioned (which is way more calm than this,,, i also have more info abt that, too), so look forward to that too <3

I’mma go now, bye!

[cienie-isengardu]

Clones were bred for obedience

One of the most common things we are repeatedly told about clones is how  obedient they are:

Lama Su: They are totally obedient, taking any order without question. We modified their genetic structure to make them less independent than the original host. [Attack of the Clones]

or

These were clone troopers sitting around him now - bred to war, bred to discipline, bred to obey without question the orders of the powers that paid for their services. [Jedi Trial]

or

A weapon they are. Obey orders without question for good or ill. For now they fight for us. Who is to say what the future holds? [ Star Wars Tales 22: Honor Bound]

or

At first [Ahsoka]’d thought the Republic’s clone soldiers welcomed battle because they had no choice - because they’d been genetically programmed to fight and not question that duty. [Gambit: Stealth]

or

Jango looked back at Boba, one of his thousands of children, but the only one who was a perfect clone, an exact replica with no genetic manipulation to make him more obedient. And the only one who hadn’t been artificially aged. The group that had been created beside Boba had all reached maturity now, were adult warriors, in perfect health. [Attack of the Clones by R. Salvatore]

or

“Maze, what are you going to do now?” Ordo asked.

“I’ve never disobeyed an order,” said the ARC captain. Zey didn’t seem to have the strength to turn and look at his former aide, just shutting his eyes as if he was waiting for the coup de grace. “What am I supposed to do? Pick and choose? That’s the irony. The Jedi thought we were excellent troops because we’re so disciplined and we obey orders, but when we obey all orders - and they’re lawful orders, remember - then we’ve betrayed them. Can’t have it both ways, General.” [Republic Commando: Order 66]

or

“Our safety resides in the fact that clones do obey – and they are trained to obey the Jedi. They respect us.”  [Republic 81]

The “Obey without question” is repeated often. It’s point-blank common knowledge - for fans and characters in-universe. And here comes something that bother me since I digged seriously into Clone Wars era years ago:

Sources did not specify that clones were supposed to obey MILITARY orders, just that they were bred to obey -  implicitly all - orders from those that paid for their creation.

The lack of distinction between obeying legit orders (like those on battlefield) and satisfying someone's whims easily leads to abuse. Right now I’m not even talking about physical or sexual abuse (what sadly can’t be excluded, because believe me, Star Wars has its dark and scary corners too) but about ill-considered words and its effect on troopers. An effect that people with power over clones (Jedi, military officers, politicians) may ever be unaware of.

I wonder do clones even know the difference between orders that as soldiers they must obey and those things that never should be demanded from them? Is there even a line between those two types that clones can draw for themselves? Or were they taught all orders, regardless of their nature and morality must be obeyed?

To show what I mean, here are few examples that struck me as potential abuse of power over clones:

Remember Attack of the Clones? More precisely, the Battle of Geonosis, when Padme fell out of the gunship along with clone. The trooper went to check if she is alright and suggested what they should do - but Padme already made her mind about the course of the action:

Clone: Are you all right?

Padme: Uh-huh.

Clone: We'd better get back to the forward command center.

Padme: No. No. Gather what troops you can. We've got to get to that hangar. Get a transport. Hurry!

Clone: Right away.

This scene always irks me. For one, military operation is going on right now, so Padme - the non combatant - shouldn’t giving anyone orders. She is educated person, someone who once took part in battle, so she should have the basic knowledge what is going on. Of course, Padme is doing so, because she is used to command other people; she is used that people listen to her, because she is former queen and senator, but this is not Republic ground nor a peaceful time for political negotiations. This is military operation and like in all armies, there is a structure of command and she is getting in the way of that. Like, what her presence in that hangar was gonna change, really?

Like, I get that she was worry about Anakin and/or wanted to end the war before it spread foor good. But because of her selfishness and arrogance(?), she literally put clone lives in danger. She didn’t have an idea what Yoda (then the supreme commander) planned nor what orders he gave to troopers. For all she knew, she could countermanding him, or contribute to the loss of an important defensive point because of her demand to take as many as possible troopers and at least one gunship.

I dunno but I think if “normal” trooper refused to listen her and drag her back to the safe(r) place (command center), it would be seen as rational thing to do. Partially, because Padme is important political figure thus her safety is on priority list and partially so the troopers could focus at the fight instead of worrying for their own AND her safety during battle. Padme’s presence was a burden to the soldiers; there is reason why civilians / politicians aren’t welcome on battlefields. Beside, people died to save her and Jedi, so Padme forcing clone to take her back into combat zone seems to be annoying, if not downright ungrateful.

Padme isn’t military commander. Her demands comes from selfish reasons, the delusion she knows better. The presence of politicians on battlefront always put pressure on soldiers and complications are to be expected when they interfere with military activities. At least some “normal-born” troopers wouldn’t listen (especially if they already had their orders from high command) or would argue with her and maybe even convince Padme to act more logically. Clone trooper, after his suggestion of the next course of action was cut down, says only Right away and carry on Padme’s orders.

I’m willing to cut some slack there, because Padme did not have any knowledge about obedience of clone troopers - or about clones in general, so she most likely assumed she is talking (ordering) to “normal” trooper, not a person genetically modified for obedience. We don’t know what she would do, if the trooper refused comply or came up with arguments against her idea. But that doesn’t change a fact that clone obeyed someone who wasn’t a Jedi, the designated commanders for clone army.

The next example comes from Jedi: Shaak Ti.

During battle, Shaak Ti (and saved by her Quilan Vos who worked undercover) joined forces with rebelling prisoners - for their help, she promised them freedom. There was a clone under the Jedi command. Through the first part of the story, he only talked to give Shaak Ti important informations / observations or to acknowledge given to him orders. Nothing beyond that. No personal stuff about himself, no jokes, no rude comments (like Alpha A-17 did in other comics). Because of mission goal, the group separated ways.

“Try not talk so much” is sarcastic remark for sure. Yet we see clone to acknowledge it. Roger; your message has been received and understood.

The comics did not focus so much at clone trooper’s part of mission - when he is fighting agains enemy, there is no smart/cool one-lined dialogue so it’s hard if the “order” of ex-prisoner meant anything at all, but if not, why this scene was included?

The clone trooper spoke for the last time before his death, when heavily injured blew up himself with shield generator. Frankly, I suspect his talk was more for readers to understand what he is doing that clone’s need to speak

The third example comes from Republic: 82

General Vos did not like clones (x), and it wasn’t any secret for the troopers nor other Jedi. His second in command was commander Faie, one of the by-the-book type of troopers. Through the Hidden Enemy comics arc, both men “argued” quite often. Faie kept reminding his general about orders and procedures, what Vos did not take good. Vos even was sarcastic / rude (X).

When Faie learned that Wookie know about Hyperspace route unknown to Republic - something that Wookie didn’t want to share - he insisted to report it in accordance with applicable procedures. Vos gave the clone direct order:

“This a direct order, commander -- you will say nothing for the time being. As you yourself have told me -- clones don’t make policy. They just carry out orders. Carry out mine. Are we clear?”

Faie marched away in silence - the next time, Vos and Faie were seen together on another mission and the commander was shown as verbally acknowledging given military order(s). It’s hard to tell how much time passed between one and another scene or did Faie talk with anyone else out of Jedi’s sight When Order 66 comes, there is visible change in Faie’s behaviour toward Vos - now officially marked as traitor, thus an enemy who doesn’t have any power over the clone and the commander was determined to destroy Jedi, and even the Wookies.

Another example comes from TCW: In Service of the Republic,

The story showed in comics happened in first year of war. Jedi masters Kit Fisto and Ploo Koon went on mission, while Ozzel and clone commander Wolffe were supposed to wait for orders from Jedi. Except Ozzel decided to do things on his own what didn’t end to well for his squads. He and clones were captured by Asajj - to save his own life, he told Asajj about Jedi mission. After he and clones get transported to cell, the troopers started working on escape plan while Ozzel kept talking how he didn’t have a choice.

Wolffe: No. You did it to save your life. And now, thanks to you, the generals and our brothers are in greater danger. If their mission fails, this entire campaign was for nothing.

Ozzel: Mind your place, trooper.

The moment when clone trooper started openly criticizing his “natural born” commander, Ozzel cut down that with one sentence - mind your place, trooper.

Through the story, Wolffe had passive-agressive way to communicate with Ozzel but he dropped the subject after Ozzel’s remark. Of course, star wars have many scenes when officers are reminding troopers about their place - nothing new. Like Hondo with Poe in The Last Jedi. The difference is that clone troopers are much easier to silence - once told to shut up, they follow the “order” because what else they could do? In contrast to Poe, who decided to take situation under control to the point of mutiny against vice-admiral Hondo.

The next example is general Krell from The Clone Wars Umbara Arc, who treated badly the clones due to his own negative feelings about them. From the show we know that Krell fell to Dark Side and wanted to join Dooku, thus he was far away from what Jedi should be. He called Rex and clones by numbers only, he put them deliberately in dangerous situations, he forced clones to march without resting for 12 hours (and after that to fight), which most likely led the soldiers to extreme exhaustion and all he need to cut down Rex’s protest or caution was to say: That is my order. And you will follow it explicitly. [TCW s04e07]. Rex at some point refused to do as he was told during battle; since the same episode gave us clue that Rex was once more by-the-book type of clone (wound tight, like Dogma) I think the captain’s less strictly way to follow (bad) orders may partially comes from experiences gained while serving under Skywalker. And we all know that Anakin firmly believe in loyalty, the same as Rex ("As sure as it is my duty to remain loyal to your command, I also have another duty. To protect those men.”). I guess, under whom clones served had a big effect on their idea of (blind) obedience. Even Krell pointed out that Rex is used to serving Jedi (Skywalker) who commands in a different (less rigid, less formal) way - a command style that most likely affected to some degree all members of 501st Legion.

The moment when Krell turned out to be traitor to Republic, clone troopers did what they could to stop him. But up to this point, clones were dehumanized by him, insulted, pushed to physical and mental exhaustion and forced to obey, because it was their duty to follow orders.

The way clones were silenced by their not-willing to listen commanders is disturbing. I mean, in ANH even Darth Vader listened to his subordinate,  Commnader Daine Jir who not only questioned his plan but also refuse to shut up even after the Dark Lord explains himself. There is some heavy irony that Lord of the Sith was willing to listen arguments / complaints of his trooper(s) even when he was not going change his mind than some Jedi and Republic (”natural born”) officers ever bothered to do.

Since I already talked a bit how people in power who didn’t like clones could silent them or take away their right to names - the hard won humanity - on whim, if they feel like doing so. One order and clone troopers obeyed. In case of Krell, everyone knew how many clones died under his command, but his fall to Dark Side was unseen by other Jedi. What rises question, did anyone even bother to check is someone with power over clones is not abusing them?

Now, here comes another example:

Jusik stopped at a door at the end of the passage and turned to them."I wonder if I could ask the rest of you to remove your helmets."

Nobody asked why, and they all obeyed, even though it wasn't phrased as the unequivocal order they were expecting. The helmet seals made faint ssss sounds as they opened. [Republic Commando: Hard Contact]

The events of the book took place soon after Clone Wars begun. Padawan Jusik barely wondered if he could ask them to remove helmets. It wasn’t order, more like asking for permission, for assurance it’s okay to ask for that. Yet clones obeyed, because the Jedi wanted them to remove helmets, even if he didn’t phrase that as direct order. The clone commandos were expecting to hear orders, because they were bred to follow them. Jedi (Republic) paid for army to order, after all.

The clone troopers in the first stage of war may be pretty clueless about the difference between being asked and ordered. In “Triple Zero” there is another example to wonder about:

"Excellent," Ordo said aloud. The clone trooper jumped to his feet and saluted, even though it was technically a poor example of protocol to do so without his helmet in place. Ordo returned the salute anyway. "Problem with your helmet, trooper?" The man lowered his voice. "It makes the civilians edgy, sir. They prefer to see my eyes." Ordo bristled. He would never defer to civilians' whims.

Okay, so for clone troopers their helmets provide not only protection during battle but also psychological comfort. Being cut away from the world, with no one to see your emotions, to hear your complains or curse, the inside of helmet is like one of few really safe spaces for clones. Corr lost his hand on the line in duty, while waiting for proper prosthesis he was forced to work with civilians, as a help in office, or something like that. One clone between “normal” people. We don’t know if he voluntarily gave up wearing a helmet, if he was given subtle to understand that people are annoyed by the view of the faceless helmet or if he was just ordered to do so. Ordo, a Null class clone (similar to ARC) is less obedient than common troopers like Corr. The whole situation in which clone can’t wear his own helmet (and using the safe space at will) didn’t sit well with Ordo. In his mind, it’s civilians whim yet Corr either was forced due to direct order or took civilians “suggestion” as something he shouldn’t argue with regardless how Corr felt about that.

(This was just about helmet, something that civilians didn’t understand. Bbut what if someone was curious about sex with clones? Would clone obeyed, if the person - especially in position of power - actually told (ordered) trooper to comply to his/her/their wishes?)

I’m pretty sure there is more examples of scenes like that. I showed the obedience with dubious military orders, often with deliberately silencing or even abusing of clones and even the at first sight harmless “civilians whims” like putting pressure or straighly not allowing clones to use their own helmets. In some of cases, this is more ignorance of “natural born” people but clone troopers, in particular shortly after Battle of Geonosis were group at risk of abuse. From Jedi, from republic officers, from civilians. Especially when no one is interested in their well being, when they are seen just as equipment than human beings.

So, are clones aware that there are things no one should ask of them - especially anything going against their bodily invulnerability? Did anyone told them they could and should draw a line between military orders and someone’s selfish whim? I kinda doubt that, but then again, a lot may depends on who trained them or under whom they served.

I’m really disturbed by the obiedence of clones and how it was taken as granted not only by Jedi, but by everyone.

[konyah]

Beginnings

Chapter 5 – Cherry Cake

Summary: Sakura helps Sasuke celebrate his birthday!

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this FOREVER! Sorry it’s been so long! School got busy, I got sick, and then the holidays rolled around lol. Regardless, I feel like this is my best chapter yet!!!!! Hope y’all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it~

First Chapter HERE | Previous Chapter HERE | Part of Origins series

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Onyx eyes slowly fluttered open to the scent of smoked fish and miso soup cooking. He rolled over, expecting to find his lover next to him, only to frown at the lack of her absence. Of course, she was by the fire, preparing food. Who else would’ve been preparing a meal?

The shinobi slowly sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura smiled warmly at him, flipping one of the filets. “Or, I guess I should say afternoon.”

“Hn.” Sasuke stood up before walking over to her, “You woke up early.” While it was a statement, he meant it more of like a question. He sat down next to Sakura at watched the flames cook their food.

“Yeah. I thought it would be nice to make breakfast for you.” She leaned her head against his shoulder, “After all, it is your birthday.”

“Ah.” He couldn’t help but to lean into her touch; it had become a natural reaction for him, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” A giggle escaped her lips, “I also have a small gift.”

The Uchiha raised his eyebrows at this. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting much of anything – he couldn’t even remember the last time he received a birthday gift. Sheepishly, Sakura brought out a pair of his pants, pointing to a seam where a hole had previously been.

“I know you’re not really into physical gifts. So I figured you’d want something more practical.” She looked away, “I know it’s not much, bu-“

“Sakura,” His eyes softened, “Thank you.” He took the pants from her. It was such a small gesture, but one he greatly appreciated.

After the two ate their food, they packed up and continued on their journey. They were in a comfortable silence, when they heard a familiar hawk screech as it flew towards them.

Sasuke held his right arm up for the bird to land on, and Sakura daintily grabbed the note that was around its foot. After dismissing the bird, Sakura handed him the note. It had very familiar, messy handwriting.

      Hey Teme! It’s your birthday and I just wanted to wish ya a good one! I hope you have a happy 21st, especially with Sakura-chan! Speaking of which, I’m gonna give you a tip… Consider it a birthday present. You should try showing her some affection. Maybe hold her hand? She really likes ya, y’know.      Anyways, take it easy today!

  N & H

Sakura giggled at the note, Sasuke letting out a snort. If he knew that the two had been sharing a bed for the past 3 months, doing more than just sleeping…

The idea of what his reaction would be was highly amusing to the two.

“Well, we can’t disappoint Naruto, can we?” She chuckled, holding out her hand.

“Hn.” He smiled, weaving his fingers through hers, giving a gentle squeeze.

-

Night quickly arrived for the two, and they decided to settle in a nearby cave. After a typical dinner, Sasuke sat by the fire and watched the flames dance. A few moments later, once finished with cleaning up (she insisted since it was his birthday), Sakura leisurely sauntered over to him. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap, resting her hands behind his neck. She drew gentle, tantalizing circles.

“Your birthday isn’t over yet.” The pinkette teased him with gentle kisses around his ear, hot breath causing goose bumps on his skin, “And I really like you, yknow.” She was quoting their friend with a smile across her lips.

“Is that so?” Sasuke settled his hand on her rear, drawing her closer, a smirk on his own lips.

“Yeah, I like you so much, Sasuke-kun.” She pushed her hips into him on the emphasized word, “I wanna do things with you.”

His pants became tighter, “What kinds of things, Sakura? Be clear.” His voice was almost a hiss as she pushed against him again.

“Naughty, bad things.” Her kisses trailed to his cheek, “I want you take me anyway you want. I want you to make me yours tonight,” She pulled her head away so she could see the desire in his eyes, which was reflected in her own.

“Sa-su-ke,” She stressed each syllable, the last one going up in pitch, “kun.”

Before she could even gather what had happened, Sakura was pushed onto her back. A gasp attempted to escape her mouth, but she was cut off when his lips came crashing down on hers.

Clothes were off in a matter of seconds, practically torn from their bodies. Sasuke kissed down her neck and chest, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Her hands gripped his hair when his mouth enclosed around her pert nipple. His right hand gave attention to the other one.

Sasuke’s legs were in between hers, and she used them to relieve the friction where she so desperately wanted him. Getting the picture, he started kissing down her stomach, then past pink curls. He went to kiss her folds, but quickly changed direction and went to her thighs.

“Sasuke!” She protested with a groan, “Don’t be mean.”

“Hn.” He smirked.

“Stop tea-“ She stopped mid-word when he used his index and middle fingers to part her folds.

“You’re wet.” It was a simple observation.

“A-Anata…” She could feel her cheeks flush and heart race.

For good measure, he used his thumb to spread said wetness. He gently pulled his thumb away, a string of her juices following. “Really wet.”

“Please…”

That was all he needed to hear. Sasuke dipped his head and licked painfully slow – from her opening up to her clit. Sakura closed her eyes, and leaned her head back with a small moan. His tongue swirled around the nub just the way she licked. The kunoichi bucked her hips against him, urging him to use his fingers. He kindly obliged.

He could feel her walls tightening, signaling that she was close. Sasuke took his mouth away, causing a moan in objection.

“Sakura. Look at me when you cum.” He kept the pace with his fingers the same. Embarrassed, emerald eyes locked with black and violet. The two maintained eye contact as he continued with his mouth. Her hips continued to buck against his mouth, her breath in sync, growing high in pitch as she got closer. Sakura fought the urge to squeeze her eyes shut as the orgasm rolled through her body, fingers pulling dark locks.

Sasuke’s pace slowed down as he helped her ride out waves of pleasure. However, he never stopped. Confused eyebrows furrowed down at him, unsure by his goal. When he was positive that the sensitivity of her orgasm had faded away, he sped up his ministrations.

Desire slowly began to build up again, his intentions clear. Her mind spun as the intensity of his tongue mixed with the power of his fingers controlled her body.

“Fuuuuck.” Her voiced quivered as she pushed her ass off the ground, reaching for her finish. Sasuke struggled a bit as he raised his head with her, speeding up. Her nails danced between clawing at the ground and pulling his head deeper into her core. Ultimately, they settled with with tugging at his hair.

Breath caught in her throat, she unraveled before him for the second time that night. Her orgasm rolled through her muscles, and she laid back down on the ground.

Sasuke sat up, sliding his fingers out of her with ease. She was panting, chest still red. He held up slightly pruned digits, separating them so she could see the result of their actions. Her eyes met his when he slowly licked the juices.    

“You’re perverted.” Was all she could think to say.

“Hn.” His smirk was devilish.  

Despite her statement, she reached her arm out to him. Locking fingers, he helped her sit up. Sakura’s soft lips quickly met his, letting him know how good he did. As she slipped her tongue in his mouth, she wrapped one hand around his cock. He responded by moaning into her mouth, tightening his grip in her other hand.

She pulled her mouth away from his, their noses still touching. His lips remained parted, panting against her mouth. “Making me cum twice…” She sucked his lower lip, letting it out with a small pop. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be pleasuring you, y’know.” Her pumps picked up in speed.

“Tch. You don’t understand.” Sasuke leaned his head to the side as Sakura kissed down his chest, her hand still relentless. “Making you moan for me, feeling you tighten around me…” Their eyes met as her mouth closed around his cock. “It drives me mad.” His jaw clenched as her little, wet tongue swirled around the sensitive part of him.

His knuckles turned white as he squeezed her hand more. The Uchiha didn’t dare look away as she changed her movements to lick up and down his shaft. The way precum was starting to bead from his slit, the way her eyes looked up at him in the most sinister way (obviously, his words inspired a newfound confidence in her) … it was all way too erotic.  

Sasuke released his grip from her hand, moving it to her neck (but not squeezing). He coaxed her back to his mouth. Though his thoughts were anything but, his kisses were gentle.

As she leaned back, Sakura’s hand reached out beside her to find her pants. Sasuke lifted himself up, allowing her to grab what she was looking for. With a smile, she opened the square packet and removed the latex condom. After she properly rolled it on him, she wrapped her arms around him as he aligned himself at her entrance.

Sasuke could tell that she wanted him to kiss her, but watching her mouth fall open with satisfaction when he pushed inside her was incredibly gratifying. It wasn’t until he was completely within her that he rewarded her with a deep, passionate kiss. He started with a gingerly pace, lazily allowing his cock to burry inside. When she pushed her hips against him, he moved faster.

The two stayed in this position for a while, their body heat, sounds, and scent filling the room. Feeling his climax getting close, Sasuke suddenly pulled out, causing a confused look from Sakura.

“Get on your hands and knees.” He was panting.

Blushing, she did so. This was their first time in a position other than missionary. She was both excited and nervous. He gently pushed her head down, so only her ass was in the air. Sakura turned her head to the side so she could look back at him.

Yeah… He’s definitely a pervert.

Though, when he slowly re-entered her, her moan was anything but innocent. In fact, Sasuke discovered that she was the perverted one with his next few pumps. While massaging her plump asset, still pounding into her, his thumb so-happened to graze her other opening. The gasp that escaped her lips caught his attention and he diverted his gaze her face, ready to apologize for accidentally crossing a boundary.

Instead, she was biting her lower lip, eyes squeezed shut. She didn’t look uncomfortable at all – if anything – he thought she wanted more.

To test the waters again, he ran his thumb over her pert hole, circling around it a few times. She responded by eagerly smacking her ass against him more.

Oh, she wants this? Sasuke retreated his hand and sucked on his thumb. Just when she thought he was done teasing her, the pinkette suddenly felt a second fullness.

Even though the Uchiha only went in to his first knuckle, the hollow moan that she let out echoed off the walls and went straight to his cock.

Before Sakura could comprehend what was happening, her walls tightened around Sasuke, encouraging him to move faster. High pitched moans and curled toes signaled that she was incredibly close.

Coil finally snapping, she dug her nails into the ground. The only reason why Sasuke pulled his thumb out instead of riding it with her was to catch his lover as her quivering legs gave out.

“Fuck, Anata.” She panted, “What was that?”

“Hn.” He chuckled, leaning over to kiss her back, “I could ask you the same.”

“Dirty man…” Sakura rolled over so she could properly kiss him.

“You enjoyed it.”

Instead of making a retort, Sakura snaked her tongue into his mouth. A strong arm went under her back to lift her into his lap. Instead of settling there, he pulled her down so he was on his back and she was on top of him. The look he gave her told her exactly what he wanted.

“Eh?” Emerald eyes went wide as her face flushed, “B-But I don’t know how to be on top…”

“I believe you said that I could take you anyway I want,” He smirked, thumb drawing imaginary circles on her hip, “Am I misquoting you?”

With an embarrassed pout, she pressed him back inside of her. Sasuke used his hand to help her find a comfortable pace that felt good to them. She started out with her hands on his chest, but ended up moving them to his legs to reach a better angle.

The view of her perky breasts bouncing, mouth wide open with gasps, almost made Sasuke unwind right there. However, as her legs were still weak from before, she couldn’t hold this position for very much longer. Before long, she was bent over him with her head against his neck.

Sasuke understood that he needed to move if he wanted to finish with her. Hand on her ass, his pumps became animalistic. He was quickly climbing the steps to completion, but knew that she still had a while to go. To speed things up, he brought his hand around to her pink curls and used his finger to apply pressure to her clit.

She clenched around around him, moaning his name. For the fourth time that night, she came around him. This time he joined her, with sweet grunts leaving his lips.

Completely spent, Sakura practically collapsed on top of him, causing his member to slip out of her. Sweat caused their bodies to cool down and their breaths eventually returned to natural.

“What inspired all of that?” Sakura nuzzled into his neck. His arm wrapped around her.

“You.”

She snorted, “I meant what you did with your thumb.”

“You practically begged for it.”

“Did not!” She sat up, pouting.

This time he chuckled, “Did you like it, though?”

Eyes darted away from him. Wasn’t the answer to that obvious?

“Sakura.” He grabbed her attention again, “Thank you for spending my birthday with me.”

Of course, Anata,” She kissed him with a giggle, “We should go to bed, though. I’m exhausted.”

Sasuke agreed, and the two got comfortable for the night, getting out blankets to keep them warm.

“Goodnight, Sasuke-kun.” Sakura closed her eyes, “I love you.”

He responded by gently tapping her forehead.

Next Chapter

[bluesoilder4710]

MarcoAce 3 & 6 from harpers-mirror

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

I apologize my inspiration has left me for a bit so this was hard for a while and took a few days, but I got it done.

“Luffy!” Ace called again, the old house making his voice echo around the room. Ace’s little brother was still no where to be found and Ace had that worried frown on his face, a down turn to his lips, where was he? His little brother could be anywhere.

The old house couldn’t exactly help as it was sleeping at the moment, the magic that bound to it to old to be woken up in just a few days of moving in. Luffy could be anywhere and in a house as old and magical as this; anywhere is too large a spectrum. He was supposed to stay in a few rooms only, the others were magical hot spots in the house and Ace didn’t want Luffy getting anywhere near them but Ace should’ve known Luffy wouldn’t stay in certain places for to long, especially if he’s supposed to stay there.  

Ace called his name for the tenth time and began to get really worried, perhaps he should call Marco, Marco was better at finding things, especially through magic; even if Ace did have experience finding his brother perhaps magic would do the trick as it so often does.

“Luffy! Where are you?” Ace called again and only silence answered. After an aggravated sigh Ace ran his hand through his hair, trying not to pull, he stalked the corridors one last time, looking a little like a caged animal. When Ace reached the study again something had changed from the last time he looked, the boxes were gone. Every one that Ace had put in there had disappeared and it looked as empty as the day Ace first walked in to inspect the house.

Ace looked at the room again, he was not mistaken, it was empty. His skin crawled and the worried pit in Ace’s stomach turned into something far less kinder. Ace ran to the kitchen and the dread he felt showed on his face, there were no boxes in the kitchen, there were no mugs in the cupboard, a film of dust was on the counter.

Ace swiped a finger through it to examine it and the dust clear on his finger traveled back to the counter, making it seem as if the counter was never touched in the first place. Ace’s finger was clean.

“Luffy!” It was more important than ever that Ace find his little brother, who could be absolutely anywhere in at least seven dimensions at this point. “Luffy where are you?”

“Ace!” Something had finally called back, and it sounded like Luffy. Ace ran toward the direction of the voice, hoping it was Luffy, besides staying in what looked like the kitchen, but was definitely not, wasn’t going to help Ace get to his little brother.

“Ace!” It said, “I’m over here!” The voice was coming from the bedroom, the bedroom which had a mirror and in the mirror was Luffy.

“Ace,” Luffy said in relief and he looked like he was crying again, the cry baby.

“How exactly did you manage to get stuck in there?” Ace asked him and Luffy pouted, looking cross.

“I’m not the one stuck, stupid Ace.”

“Oi, how many times have I told you not to call me that!” Luffy just stuck his tongue out at him and Ace prayed for patience, trying not to grind his teeth too much.

“Ace are you okay yoi?” Marco appeared in the mirror beside Luffy, he looked worried, his concern evident. Ace smiled softly at him, getting closer to the mirror, he wanted to kiss away Marco’s worries and be there to reassure him. Ace settled on just getting close enough to the mirror to touch him

“Marco, where are you?” Ace asked wanting to get through to his two boys, he was also starting to hate this house, or where ever he was trapped.

“Ace, you stepped into a magical hot spot in the house, your in the house’s sleeping magic form right now, I’m going to have to pull you in through the mirror, stand still yoi,” Marco said seriously, which is just how he gets when it comes to magic, Ace found it hot. Then again most things Marco did Ace found very attractive. Especially when he bit his lip like that trying to find his chalk in his sweater.

“Is Ace gonna be okay?” Luffy asked Marco, still concerned for his big brother. Who seemed to be stuck in a mirror.

“Yes Luffy, Ace is going to be just fine yoi.” Marco reassured him easily, reaching out a hand to ruffle Luffy’s hair, knowing Luffy felt reassurance in physical contact. Ace sort of loved Marco for that. How well he knew Luffy and how easy it was for Luffy to trust him, and how easy it was for Marco to comfort Luffy when he was distressed like that. Ace also knew it didn’t take them long to reach a place like that, Luffy liked Marco and trusted him, and as Ace saw their interaction he couldn’t help but feel he should be there as well, in his place beside two of his most favorite people.  

“It’s okay Luffy I’ll be there soon.” Ace said as well, needing to comfort Luffy, not liking that it was just Marco there to do it; he seemed to have it mostly handled but Ace knew Luffy wouldn’t stop worrying until Ace was out of the mirror, no matter what anyone said.

Marco had finally found his magic chalk and had started to draw a magic circle on the full body mirror, the chalk scraping loudly on the glass. Luffy was looking on in wonder at the small ‘display of magic’ but he was also biting his lip in anxiety, wanting everything to go smoothly. Marco easily caught onto Luffy’s nervousness (especially when Luffy leaned into him for comfort) and started talking, explaining what he was doing with the magic chalk in simple terms so that Luffy could understand.

Luffy started to relax more and had a look of wonder on his face as Marco explained the simple magic that went behind a transporting spell. Ace interjected a few times when Luffy looked confused or looked like he was thinking to hard, making sure to explain it another way so Luffy would understand. When Marco had finally finished the spell Luffy was looking on in wonder waiting for things to happen.

Luffy wasn’t disappointed as the three pentagrams on the mirror lit up a brilliant blue color, the rest of the array shining with a silver light before turning a violet color, Ace let out a sigh of relief at that able to see the drawing on his side of the mirror as well.

“That’s so cool!” Luffy exclaimed a huge smile on his face and almost stars in his eyes, Marco smiled at him and Ace felt something stutter and catch in his chest, a returning smile catching his own lips, even if Marco’s soft smile wasn’t directed at him.

“Remember Luffy, if it turns violet, it’s working. If it turns lavender, leave everything and run,” Luffy nodded at Marco’s lecture-like and almost serious tone, with all the seriousness of an eight year old.

“You can come through now Ace yoi,” Marco said, turning to Ace and Ace nodded at him, ready to get out of the pocket dimension he somehow ended up in. He stepped toward the mirror with confidence, confidence always mattered; Ace ended up going through with barely even a shiver, Luffy rushing at him immediately and Marco giving a sigh of relief and his unharmed appearance, some weight sliding off his shoulders. Ace grinned at both his boys as he held Luffy close, tight enough for a lightness in his heart to appear. It was good to be home.

“Explain to me again-why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“Didn’t I already explain it?” Ace asked oblivious and cute with his head tilting to the side a little, and as Izo would call it, a lost puppy look on his face.

“No Ace, you just said we needed to pretend to be married and haven’t yet told me the reason, yoi.” Well not that Marco needed a reason or even wanted one. He was happy to be with Ace no matter what. Even if there was a very big something in his chest, that Marco refused to name, hoping that it would go away like he has been for the last 3 weeks, at least.

“Oh sorry Marco, I may have gotten a little carried away,” Ace said his hand coming up to sheepishly rub at the back of his neck his smile just a tad awkward at the corners. Marco thought it was beautiful like everything Ace does. After a bit of staring Marco got his brain in gear.

“So why are we here?” Marco asked, gesturing to the old looking building in front of them. It seemed an event was going on inside. Couples were blocking the view inside, milling around the place.

“We have to pretend to be engaged so we can taste test wedding cakes. Its for free today only! Come on Marco!” Ace says, his excitement coming back full force as he drags Marco by the arm into the little shop.

Couples milled about and lots of wedding cakes were on display, there were tables were the couples were getting frosting on each other and kissing and feeding each other. Marco almost felt a pang of jealousy, before ruthlessly shoving it down, having to look away. He had Ace by his side but he wasn’t able to do any of that, not with the man he wants most. That was okay, as long as he had Ace it was okay.

A warm hand brushed his and Marco almost jumped in surprise, pulling away slightly. Ace looked at him is askance, wanting to know if he was okay, if this was okay. Marco swallowed his feelings, way to many feelings. They were supposed to register to get to taste test cakes and they had to sell their relationship to the woman at the table, only couples were allowed. They had to hold hands.

Marco quickly sent a small smile Ace’s way, reassuring him even though he felt like he was dying of guilt. Marco was taking advantage of Ace’s simple want to just have some free cake, he shouldn’t be doing this; his feelings for Ace, his love for him would get in between them and this simple outing. But Ace asked him to do this with him, he asked him and Marco wasn’t about to let him down.

Swallowing his feelings again, Marco reached for Ace’s hand and felt a grenade of warmth explode in his stomach as Ace and him interlocked fingers, he looked up to the star speckled beauties face to see a blinding smile on his face. Marco often thought the sun could never compare to him.

They stepped up in line and Marco was hyperaware of the scrutiny of others around them and Ace pressed to side. He felt Ace squeeze their joint hands and some of the anxiety in him faded. As the girl at the table smiled at them Marco couldn’t help but compare her smile to Ace, she had freckles as well but her smile could never be brighter than the sun, as Ace’s was.

“Here you go, I hope you have a nice time! And congratulations!” She said to the two of them. Marco had zoned out during the talking and just blankly took the paper wrist band from Ace, making sure to put it on quick so he could hold Ace’s hand more. Marco cursed his own eagerness when Ace made no move to join hands again, instead heading over to a table to start with the sampling. Marco sat beside him and crushed the feeling in his chest, starting with a strawberry cake slice to sample.

As he ate, Ace inhaled cake beside him, only slowing down to get some more, Marco peaked little glances at him wanting to be like the couples around them, wanting to just accidently smear some frosting on Ace and then kissing it off. Except he had no idea if Ace would welcome such a thing, here he was just pretending to be his fiancé, yet not even actually touching the man he loves.

“Here you are,” another one of the staff said as they put a cake on the table in front of them. “If you think this is the right cake then just make sure too tell Jenny over at the counter.” The staff member pointed at the counter smiling at them. Marco smiled back at her and Ace suddenly found his hand on top of the table, intertwining his fingers with Marco’s and turning a besotted smile at him. Marco’s heart seemed to skip a beat at the sight. A dopy smile on his face in return.

“Thank you, we’ll be sure to do so when we find one.” Ace was using his manners again, and it made Marco smile. Ace with manners was so different than the first time Ace and Marco met, he was such a rude brat, but even then it was kind of endearing.

Ace turned to Marco then and leaned forward, asking with his eyes “kiss me while everyone’s looking.” He stopped halfway and Marco could feel his heart beating, could only see the steel in Ace’s eyes, could feel how close he was, how easy it was to lean in to take what he always wanted.

There were people around, other couples around, they were in the public eye. Marco had to kiss Ace while everyone was looking, and in that moment all Marco could think about was Ace Ace Ace, and he leaned in and meet him half way.  

A touch of the lips turned to something a little more passionate, something more inappropriate to watch, passion (on both sides? Marco couldn’t tell, it had to be just him), lust and something more, something undefined taking place in that kiss, in that not so innocent dance of lips.

And then it was over.

Ace pulled away, his eyes blown wide, his freckles high lighted with the red tint of his cheeks, his lips looked more full, more red, just more. Marco could feel a triumph in his veins, he did this, he created this. This is what he made Ace into. He was also the first to look away.

Looking back to the cake on his plate Marco felt sick, how could he? What gave him the right to do this to Ace, what gave him the right to kiss a man who wasn’t his? A man who will never be his.

The chair scraped loudly as Marco got out of his seat, the people around them paying it no heed as they continued in their activities. He headed for the door, not seeing Ace’s expression, not looking at his face, not making eye contact as he pushed the metal frame to open, he didn’t look back even as Ace called his name.      

[its-negans-lucille]

The Silent One - Part One

You can find the other parts of this story and my Masterlist HERE!

Synopsis: The Reader refuses to talk to Negan while Negan is intrigued by them  and is determined to charm them. Ships: Negan x Reader Words: 1,609 Warnings: Violence, Minor curse words

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You were new to Alexandria, it was your third day here and you were leaning against a porch fence, reading when you saw lots of people running toward the gates, worried looks on your faces. You frowned as you carefully bent down the corner of the page you were on. You placed down the book gently and stood up

. “What’s going on?” You asked one of the locals who just shook their head and carried on running toward the gates.

You followed them, bemused. When the wrought iron gates were in sight you stopped dead still. You quickly sidestepped behind a pillar and tried to steady your breathing. You peeked from behind the birch pillar and you could see many men coming through the gates, all armed to the teeth with fire arms or long menacing knives. Or both.

The thing that bemused you the most was that Rick was just letting these strangers into the town. You quickly ran into the nearest house and hid upstairs. You peeked out the window and watched the strangers as they all milled around, presumably waiting for orders.

A tall man emerged from the crowd of people. He walked with an air a king might use when addressing subjects. He had a lethal and menacing bat slung over his shoulder. He walked up to Rick and smiled. A smile laced with death.

“Hello, Rick. Your good ol’ pals are here for half your shit.” He smiled, Rick didn’t look the man in the eye which struck you odd. “And half your shit, you will give me.” He said, this time without a flicker of sarcasm on his face.

He sauntered towards Carl and looked him over for a second before flicking his left arm, a great smile on his face.

“Check the houses. Make sure they’re not hiding anything valuable.” The man said as he turned around to his men.

His men immediately surged forwards towards the houses. There were yells as men ordered eacchother into houses.  

You immediately backed away from the window when you saw the man’s eyes dart to your house. You attempted to steady your breathing, you couldn’t panic. Not now. You quickly surveyed the room and assessed your weapons and any escape routes. There was a door that lead into a connecting bathroom. There was a large bed with crisp white sheets, beside the bed there was a meticulously carved dark oak end table with a lamp on top of it.

You could hear men downstairs rummaging through kitchen draws and cabinets. As quickly and as quietly as you could you looked through the end table. There were no weapons, just a bible. You let out a string of curse words. You could hear the men making their way through the house, closer and closer to getting upstairs.

You quickly began pushing the bed towards the door, attempting to push it against the door. There was a loud scraping sound. Well, there goes the element of surprise. You could hear the two men yell and you heard thundering footsteps up the stairs. You sprang backwards and grabbed the lamp and held it as someone would hold a baseball bat.

The door sprung open and two men appeared. You swung the lamp at the first man who ducked but the second, shorter man, wasn’t quick enough and the bat hit him straight in the face. The mans nose exploded and blood flew onto your face. The other man was advancing on you but you held your lamp firm and charged at him. You kicked the first man in the crotch and almost instantaneously the man went down. He lay in a foetal position and let out a string of swear words

You were about to hit the man a second time when you heard a click of a gun being cocked. You turned around to find a third man holding a pistol pointed straight at your chest. You promptly dropped the lamp and held your arms above your head.

The man who’s nose you’d broken kicked your knees out from behind and you crashed to the floor. You felt a trickle of blood fall down your face.

“Get up.” The man with the gun said. You didn’t do anything so he walked forward a few steps. “I said, get up.”

You finally stood up and the other two men grabbed your forearms and dragged you roughly down stairs.

You emerged form the house to see the tall man leaning on his bat and watching you three. The two men pushed you down at his feet.

“Je-sus!” The man said as he looked at the two men, one of switch was still holding his crotch. “Was it really only her up there?” The man said with a half smile.

“The bitch had a lamp.” Said the man with the bloodied nose. The man with the bat let out a low laugh.

“A lamp? Two men couldn’t take her out because she had a damn lamp?” The man asked incredulously. The two men were looking at their feet, not making eye contact with the tall man. “Damn, you must be something special.” Said the man before you.

“Where was she last week?” The tall man said after he’d stared at you for a few seconds. You could feel where his gaze burned into your skin and seemed like it saw right through you. After a while of no one replying the man turned to face Rick.

“Rick? Did you hear me Buddy? Where was she last week?” His voice was low and was laced with a lethality that it made you shudder.

“She got here a few days ago. We didn’t have time to tell her about… about you.” Rick said quietly.

“And what were you gonna say?” He said as he cupped a hand to his ear and leaned toward Rick.

“That… That we give you half of our… our stuff and we… we…” Rick’s voice trailed off.

“And you’ll like it.” Negan prompted as he looked at you, a mischievous glint in his gaze.

“And we’ll like it.” Rick said finally.

“There we go! Whatta sport!” The man said as he patted Rick on the back. Rick flinched each time the man’s hand hit his back.

The man made his way back to you. He squatted down so that he was at eye level with you. He took your chin firmly in one gloved hand and made you look at him, with the other hand he wiped the blood from your forehead. After he’d wiped the blood he looked you dead in the eye as he licked the blood form his hand.

“Mmm, sweet.” The man said with a smile. “Now, Darling, what’s your name.” The man said with a smile.

You looked him in his dark eyes and spat in his face.

For a moment you thought the man was going to kill you. You far some kind of animalistic fury in his eyes. He shut his eyes and let out a little laugh. He wiped the spittle from his face with one hand.

“Now, I’m gonna let you off. Only this once mind you. You don’t know who I am. What I’m capable of.” He stood up and began pacing in front of you. everyone around you held their breath. “But, Doll, let me tell you. I am capable of many things…” He said as he crouched in front of you again. “Many… Many things.” he smiled sweetly.  “I could kill all of your friends in an instant. I just give the word.” He leaned into you so only you could hear. “Or I could make you scream my name in pleasure… It’s up to you, Princess.”

You could feel your cheeks reddening as he removed himself from your personal space. You could see him smirking widely. He was still looking at you when he said, “Rick, what’s her name?”

Rick said nothing, he only looked to the ground.

“Rick, Rick, Rick, Rick. Do you remember the last time you made me wait?” The man said as he turned to Rick. “Or do you need a reminder?” He said as he sidestepped and pointed Lucille at Michonne. “Because I think lil’ ol’ Lucille here would just love to give that reminder.” Rick was shaking, he shook his head and was muttering.

“Now, Rick… I’m gonna ask you one last time. Who. Is. She?” The man said each syllable clearly so that you could hear how serious he was.

“Negan… You don’t have to do this.”

“Well, Rick, that’s it! say goodbye to your little fuck buddie!” Negan lunged forward but stopped at the last second.

“(Y/N)!” Rick finally yelled. “Her name… is (Y/N).”

“See, that wasn’t that hard, was it?” Negan said as he swung the bat back on his shoulder as he turned to you. “(Y/N)…” He tasted it on his tongue and judging by his smile, he enjoyed the ambiance.

People were coming back with large boxes full of ammunition, fire arms, lots of canned food of every colour.

Negan dragged his gaze from you to all of the boxes. “Put ‘em in the truck.” He said in a commanding tone. “We’ll be back in one week you sorry shits! But remember, I own you all.” When he said ‘own’ he looked at you.

He walked towards you and whispered in your ear, “Think about what I can offer you.” His breath was hot on your ear. You stood very still not daring to move.

And with that he did an over-zealous, mock bow and took his leave.

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Thank you for reading!!! I hope you enjoyed!! C: Have a lovely day!! (also I didn’t have time to read it over so I apologise for any mistakes! :/)

@negans-network

[jungkookienoona]

The Meme and His Tutor

Part 17: The Time The Tutor Broke Her Elbow

Co-written with @tragicshadows

Recommended Song: My Home by GOT7 

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Summary:

Even though he had told you not to get hurt, it still happened anyway

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Clingy!Kook

Word Count:  5069

Length: 17/?

Luck seemed to be on your side for once as you spotted your suitcase seconds after arriving at the baggage carousel. Dropping your backpack at your feet, you did your best to haul the case over the small ledge to the floor with one arm. It was a struggle, but you managed and tried not to be too annoyed about no one offering you help. Once the suitcase was safely on the floor you pulled up the handle then reached down with your good arm for the backpack. Your other arm was in a sling thanks to an ice skating accident. With luggage in tow you to headed to arrivals. You walked past the front row of awaiting people with signs knowing that Jungkook would be stood a little further back to avoid being noticed.

As you wheeled your suitcase, your path was suddenly blocked by something- no, someone.

"Noona!" Shouted a familiar voice, your suitcase being snatched from your grip, "What happened to you?"

"I...uh...I broke my elbow ice skating." You looked to the floor and scratched the back of your neck out of embarrassment.

He stared at you wide-eyed for a moment. His hand came to rest on your shoulder causing you to look back up at him.

His tone was completely serious, "I'm going to have to wrap you in bubble wrap."

You broke into a fit of giggles and watched Jungkook's lips stretch into a smile that revealed his bunny teeth. And then he was wrapping an arm around your shoulder and steering you towards a manager a few feet away who held a sign welcoming you back to Korea. As you approached, the manager lowered the sign and gave you a polite bow. You tried your best to return it which was interrupted by Jungkook tugging your backpack off you.

"What are you doing?"

He finally freed the bag and swung it up onto his own shoulder.

"Being a gentleman. Did no one help you through arrivals with your case?" You shook your head and he made a noise of disapproval.

"It's okay. I managed."

You could just see his eyebrows furrow beneath the brim of his cap.

"I'll make sure to look after you Noona."

"And saying you'll wrap me in bubble wrap is a great way to show your concern."

"If it means Noona will stop getting hurt then yes."

He passed your suitcase over to his manager and took hold of your good hand as the manager led you out of the airport and into the car park. Once the car was loaded Jungkook helped you in and even did your seatbelt up. No matter how much you protested he insisted twice as hard saying it was something he wanted to do for you so you let him.

Setting off toward the dorm, you felt your eyes grow heavier with every passing second. You hadn't slept much on the flight, unable to get comfortable due to your arm. He must have noticed.

"You can fall asleep like last time Noona. I won't mind. Just don't forget we're going to celebrate you finishing your exams later."

"What are we doing?"

He tapped the side of his nose with a wink.

"It's a secret."

Too tired to push any further, you let your head fall against his shoulder and quickly fell asleep.

You awoke to the feeling of Jungkook gently nudging you awake. He gave you a gentle smile as you tiredly wiped the sleep from your eyes and you swore you heard an 'aw' come from the boy.

"We're here."

You undid your seatbelt while Jungkook rounded the car to open the door since it was on your bad arm's side.

With your suitcase in hand and backpack on his shoulder, he led the way up to the dorm. You quickly remembered to say thank you to the manager who gave you a kind smile before he climbed back into the vehicle.

"I already texted the hyungs to let them know you're injured."

"It's not a big deal."

Jungkook stopped and faced you.

"Noona your arm is in a sling."

You shrugged. "I don't want to cause a fuss."

He narrowed his eyes slightly but relented and continued until you were facing the familiar door of the Bangtan dorm. He unlocked it then stood aside, "Injured Noona first."

A group of familiar faces turned round to look at you and they waved as you entered the dorm. You managed a small wave back before Jungkook led you towards his room. He muttered something about unpacking first, socialising later. He opened the door to his room and held it open for you. You instantly smiled upon seeing Honey sat in the middle of his bed and rushed over to the plushie.

"Aww~" you looked back at Jungkook who was lifting your case onto the foot of the bed. "I missed her!"

"You never told me you missed me." He grumbled, dropping your backpack beside the case.

"I've seen you at least once every week. I don't have a chance to miss you."

You watched as he moved over to his closet, pouting as he opened it. There was a section cleared out. But you couldn't help but laugh at the sheer amount of white t-shirts hung up. You put Honey back to join Jungkook's side.

"I know you have a lot of white t-shirts but...that's a lot."

His pout morphed into a proud grin.

"I know. There's at least thirty."

You shook your head, chuckling to yourself and went to open your suitcase. There was a squeal and then a hand was swiping at the top of your folded clothes.

"You brought your onesie!!"

"Ye... do you still have your Pikachu onesie?"

He beamed at you, "Of course! I put it in the wash this morning so it would be nice and fresh for you... you have a lot of dark clothes."

You picked out a black t-shirt which revealed another one beneath but with a purple design on the front. Eighty percent of your clothing was indeed dark.

"We contrast well." You hung the two shirts beside Jungkook's white ones. There was no chance of you getting your clothes mixed up.

He laughed and you went about unpacking your things. You both blushed when your buried undies were revealed. Jungkook was a darker shade of red than you for once and mumbled something about an empty draw before leaving you to unpack the last few items by yourself.

It wasn't hard to find the empty draw so you finished sooner than he must have expected, giving you time to snoop around his room a bit. You couldn't help but stare at the amount of loo roll he had on his shelves. Why did he need so much? Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a mutter behind you. Jungkook's gaze drifted from you to the shelves to the floor. Was...was he blushing? Again?

Before you had the chance to ask he was bending down to retrieve something from the floor. When he stood up your mouth went dry.

"Noona? Is this who I think it is?"

"You should recognise him from our Skype sessions."

He grinned down at the black fluffy teddy wearing a tartan scarf, "Hello Kookie. Would you like to meet Honey?"

"I won him at a carnival shooting range."

"Oh! Kookie you have something in common with Honey!"

He wandered to the side of his bed and placed the little bear beside Honey making sure to introduce them to each other. He looked like a child and you felt your heart stutter at the sight. It was too adorable.

"Are you sure you're a man, BunBun?"

He glared at you.

"Why do you keep questioning my manliness? I guess I'm gonna have to prove it to you."

You raised an eyebrow, "How does one prove their manliness?"

His hand went to the zip of his hoodie and you darted across the room, grabbing his hand.

"Stop threatening to strip!"

"Stop questioning my manliness!" You could sense the mirth in his voice despite his glare. "I don't know how else to prove it to you."

"Fine!" You stepped away from him. "I admit it. You're the manliest of all men and I'll never question it again."

"Good." He gave a pleased smirk and turned, picking up your toiletries and placed them on his desk next to his own. "I don't keep my stuff in the bathroom ‘cause it's shared."

"Is that why you have so much toilet paper in here?"

There was a thud as he dropped a can of body spray.

"Shit."

You watched him scramble to pick it up, an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Uhh, since I have empty shelves we keep it here."

"But that's a lot of toilet paper."

His mouth opened and closed like a fish before he said, "Jin likes to bulk buy."

You gave him a suspicious look, you didn't know why but you felt like he was lying.

"I doubt Jin would buy Tesco own brand value packs. That stuff is so thin it doesn't really do its job."

"Uuuh... l-l-let's just forget about the toilet paper."

"But-"

"Let's go see the members." He steered you by the shoulders out the door and down the corridor to the living room.

Namjoon was the first to spot you and jumped up to greet you prompting the others to all look over.

"Y/N...what happened to your arm?"

"I uh... I fell over ice skating."

Namjoon shifted from one foot to the other like there was something he wanted to say or do. But then he was raising a hand and ruffling your hair.

"You really are a God of Destruction like me. You're a Goddess of Destruction."

There was a scoff and you could've sworn you saw Jungkook roll his eyes.

"Nega yeogi on geon joh-eun il-iya. (Good thing you're here then)," Jimin piped up, "Jungkookie-neun neoui gaein bodi gadeuga doel su iss-eo. (Jungkookie can be your personal bodyguard)."

You chuckled and took a seat on the couch next to Taehyung.

"Y/N deongsaeng-eun neomu eosaeghae. Niga busang urihamyeon eotteohge jeulgeoul jagjeong-iya? (Y/N-dongsaeng is so clumsy. How are we meant to have fun if you're injured?)" He asked, dramatically pulling you into a hug.

You hissed and your arm was crush between the two of you.

"Yah! Hyung-i geunyeoreul apeugehagoiss-eoyo! (Yah! Hyung you're hurting her!)"

He immediately let go of you, "Oh! Mian Y/N! Nae jalmos-iya. (Oh! Sorry Y/N! My bad.)"

"Gwaenchanhayo. (It's okay.)" You mumbled, biting your lip as pain shot down your arm. "Sago yeoss-eoyo. (It was an accident.)"

"Yaedeul-a, nae Noonareul dachige haji ma. Josimhaseyo, jebal. (Guys, no hurting my Noona. Be careful, please.)"

All the members nodded in unison.

Placing a hand on Taehyung's arm you assured him you were fine. He gave you a small smile but you knew he was feeling guilty.

"Gwenchanhayo Taehyung-oppa (It's alright Taehyung-oppa)."

Then he was giving you a megawatt grin.

"Oppa?! Nega naleul ‘oppa’rago bulleoss-eo. (You called me oppa!)"

He was literally bouncing in his seat in happiness. You scooted backwards to avoid his flailing arms, not quite understanding his sudden excitement.

"Neoneun jeon-e nareul ' oppa'rago buleun jeog-i eobs-eo. (You never called me oppa before.)" He explained.

You glanced at Jungkook who you could tell was biting back a scoff due to his hatred of the word.

"Ah, mianhaeyo. (Sorry)"

"Y/N-eun nareul opparo bogo iss-eo! (Y/N sees me as a brother figure!)"

Namjoon placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder, "Geunyeoneun jeoreul "oppa"rago cheoeum-euro bulleoss-eo. (She called me oppa first.)"

Jimin snickered in the background. You felt the seat next to you dip down as Jungkook finally sat down. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder.

At first, you stiffened, then relaxed into the embrace and warmth of his body heat.

"I have nicknames. Does that make me special?" He whispered and you shook your head with a chuckle.

"It means you're younger than me, Kookie.”

You would never admit to the fact you had about 20 nicknames for him ranging from 'Precious Angel' to 'The Reason I Sin'. Your attention was caught by the sound of the front door clicking shut. Yoongi then appeared in the doorway.

"Y/N-i yeogi issni? (Is Y/N here?)"

You gave him a wave and watched his lips part into a smile.

"Annyeonghaseyo Oppa."

Jungkook shifted behind you almost as if he was trying to get closer to you.

"Moduga wass-euni ije galkkayo? (Now that everyone is here, shall we get going?)" Jin said, pulling car keys out of his back pocket. You turned to face Jungkook, leaning back slightly due to your close proximity.

"Where are we going?"

"I told you. Secret"

He stood up and used your good arm to pull you with him. You stumbled a bit and he steadied you, smiling sheepishly. He must have used more strength than necessary. Damn muscle pig. You followed the members out of the dorm and down to the van where you were seated between Hoseok and Jungkook at the back.

Hoseok gave you a grin and you could tell he was trying to hold back a laugh, "Ibeon-e neoneun uri Kookiega anira neo jasin-eul dachigehanda.(This time you hurt yourself, not our Kookie)."

You chuckled, "Byeong-won bangmun-ui pil-yoseong-i eobs-eo. (No need for a hospital visit.) Then turned to Jungkook. "Don't make me send you to the hospital again."

A look of sudden realisation dawn on his features, "I can't call you cute now that you're here." But then he looked at your arm and smirked, "Though there's nothing you can do if I did."

"Oh, really?"

You lifted your leg and pressed the heel of your foot onto his clean white trainers.

"Noona!"

"If you call me cute your shoes will get it." He pouted. "And if you don't learn your lesson I will find any dirty secrets you have in your room and expose them." His face paled in horror, eyes blowing wide. You leant over so your face was inches from his, "So don't call me cute." You tapped his cheek and gave him a sadistic smile.

"Yes, Noona."

Your smile grew, "Good boy."

You heard Namjoon choke near the front and gave the back of his head a confused look. What was with him?

The journey was complete with idle chit chat between you and the members who asked about your flight. Pulling into an underground car park, you had no clue where they were taking you. It could have been a movie theatre or a haunted house for all you knew.

Doors were opened and the members piled out, Jungkook helping you. You jolted a bit when a hand covered your eyes and another went to your hip.

"If Noona saw where we are going it would ruin the surprise."

You carefully shuffled forward causing Jungkook to chuckle. He was so close you could feel his breath tickle your neck.

"I promise I won't walk you into a wall. Trust me."

"Yoongi-oppa, jebal, geuga nareul samullo indohagehaji mala juseyo. (Yoongi-oppa, please, make sure he doesn't walk me into anything.)"

You heard a deep chuckle nearby.

"Maknae, geunyeoreul dolbwara. (Maknae, look after her.)"

Jungkook lightly squeezed your hip, urging you forward. He blindly led you for a minute before coming to a stop.

Why were you nervous? Was is because he was so close to you? Or because you couldn't see where you were going? You bit your lip to stop yourself from once again asking what the surprise was.

"Jimin-hyung, niga nareul wihae geunyeoui gwileul deop-eul su iss-eoyo? Naneun geunyeoga da-eum-e mueos-inji deudneun geos-eul wonhaji anhneun-eoyo. Nollam-eul mangchilgeoya.  (Jimin-hyung, can you cover her ears for me? I don't want to hear what's next. It'll ruin the surprise.)"

Jimin must have nodded because you didn't hear a reply before a pair of hands were muffling your hearing. You felt kinda sorry for him because that meant he was walking backwards. After a short walk, you paused and one of your ears was uncovered.

"There's three steps down so hold onto Jimin, Noona."

Your hearing was once again blocked and you placed a hand on what you assumed was Jimin’s bicep as you took a tentative step downwards.

You hoped wherever they were taking you didn't have many people because you were sure you looked ridiculous. A few more minutes of walking around and Jimin's hands once again left your ears.

"Keep your eyes closed for me."

You squeezed your eyes shut and his hands moved away from your eyes and hip to press down on your shoulders, encouraging you to sit. The sound of chairs scraping against wood flooring filled your ears and you wanted nothing more than to take a peek.

"Okay, Noona. Open your eyes."

You blinked your eyes open and let out a stunned gasp. W-was this really the place? You looked around and then again. Tears welled in your eyes when you realised where you were. They had taken you to the same restaurant they had taken Jungkook when he started and finished high school. It was a fangirl's dream! You couldn't help the fact that the tears welled over and spilt over your cheeks. Jungkook turned you to face him, wiping the tears in worry.

"Wae uneungeoya? Neoneun geugeol joh-ahaji anhni? (Why are you crying? Do you not like it?)”

You quickly nodded and smiled not wanting to think you were disappointed.

"I love it. It's perfect."

Jungkook's face instantly brightened and he shuffled his chair even closer to wrap you in his arms, patting your back to soothe you.

"I thought you hated it. I was about to tell Jin-hyung to get his car keys back out."

You sniffled, "Whose idea was this?"

He blushed and scratched the back of his neck, "Mine."

Jin passed you a menu and you opened it, you found your eyebrows drawing together as you tried to figure out what the dishes were. Jungkook must have noticed your struggle.

"I recommend you have this one Noona. I think you'll love it." He said while pointing at a certain dish.

"Jajangmyeon. I like black bean noodles."

Namjoon, who was sat the other side of you as you were seated as head of the table, reached over to point at another dish.

"I've had this before. Also very nice."

You looked to Jungkook for approval who was frowning.

"Noona isn't a big fan of meat. She can have the noodles without the pork but that's mainly beef."

Namjoon frowned, "Sorry Y/N. I didn't know about your likes and dislikes when it comes to food."

You placed your hand on top of his on the table and gave him a small smile.

"It's okay Namjoon-oppa. You know now."

Your attention was diverted by a tap on the shoulder.

"Hyung wants to know what you're having to drink."

You looked down the table at Jungkook's six hyungs trying to decipher which one was ordering. Of course, it was Jin who was the furthest away and giving you a kind smile.

"I'll have a Dr Pepper."

He relayed your message to his hyung, taking your hand off Namjoon's and interlinking your fingers with his. You felt your cheeks heat as you stared down at the way he held your hand. He caught your eye and smiled. You tried to ignore the way your tummy did a little flip at the sight.

"Y/N," Jimin said from beside Jungkook, "Gisugsa-e meomulgiga heungbundoena? (Are you excited to stay at the dorm?)"

"Geuligo Jungkookie-ui chimdaeeseo. (And in Jungkookie's bed.)" Taehyung added.

"Na-na-naneun Jungkook-eul chimdaeeseo naejjoch-aseo gibun-i johji anh-eoyo. (I-I-I feel bad for kicking Jungkook out of his bed...)"

Jungkook gave your hand a squeeze, "I don't mind Noona. And it turned out for the best anyway."

"But your back..."

"It's only a week. I'll be fine."

Hoseok stretched an arm across the table to ruffle Jungkook's hair.

"Neoneun geunyeoege neomu jalhae jwo. Wae urihante mosdoen jis-eul haneun geoya? (You're so good to her. Why are you evil to us?)"

"Waenyahamyeon neon yeppeun Noonaga aniyo. (Because you're not a pretty Noona.)"

"Oh~ Eotteon yeppeo nunado chimdaee meomulge hal su issgess ni? (Oh~ Can any pretty Noona stay in your bed?)"

You felt your stomach drop at the thought. Jungkook gritted his teeth but took a deep breath.

"Ani, nae Noona ppun-iyo. (No, just my Noona.)"

You were almost absolutely certain Jungkook was on a mission to kill you. Ever since meeting him and becoming friends he had been far too good to you; showering you with surprises and spending his hard earned money on you. A small part of you wondered if he had an ulterior motive since it was more than a simple friend deserved.

Jungkook and the members discussed what they wanted to order. When the waiter came over the selected meals were rattled off. As you all waited for the food to arrive you talked about things you had been working on or practising. Jungkook didn't let go of your hand for the entire time until your food arrived. Grabbing your chopsticks, you gave the noodles a stir.

"Modudeul, jal meog-eoyo. (Everyone, eat well.)" You announced to the table causing the men to chuckle amongst themselves.

You tucked into the dish, managing a few mouthfuls until your grip faltered and the utensils slipped from your fingers. Curse your non-dominant hand. Before you could attempt to pick up your chopsticks, Namjoon handed you a fork.

"You're injured, you're not expected to eat like us when you physically can't."

"Thank you."

You were able to twirl the noodles onto the fork with ease and gave him a grateful smile.

"How is it?" Jungkook asked when you were pausing to have a drink.

"Really good. The best I've ever had."

His signature bunny grin appeared, "Then next time you're in Korea I'll take you here again. Just the two of us."

Did your heart just stop? You were pretty sure your heart stopped.

"O-okay."

You hadn't even considered a next time in Korea, having just arrived, but Jungkook seemed to like planning ahead.

He looked down the length of the table and caught the member's attention.

"Modudeul, Noonaga Noona-ui siheom-eul kkeutnaeneun geos-eul eung-wonhabsida. (Everyone, let's cheers for Noona finishing her exams.)"

They all cheered and Taehyung got up to ask the waiter to take a picture of you all sat together. You were a bit surprised when Jungkook moved out of his seat, wiggling between you and Namjoon to give you a back hug, chin resting on your shoulder again. The waiter counted down from 3 and you all shouted kimchi.

Taehyung made sure to send the picture to you all and you took your phone out to save it. Jungkook reached around you to zoom in on everyone's faces.

"It's a good picture."

"My sling ruins it." You pouted. It stuck out against your dark clothing and looked awful.

"I told you not to injure yourself when you hit your knee."

The meal continued with the members asking you about what you had planned since you had finished college. You had to ask Jungkook to translate for you since their questions got too complex sometimes or used vocabulary you didn't know. Once the main meal was finished you were shocked to have a bowl of brownies and ice cream placed in front of you. Jungkook explained that he had ordered it for you earlier.

"You certainly know the way to my heart." You mumbled around a mouthful.

It melted in the mouth and you didn't realise you had moaned until Jungkook burst into laughter.

"Is it really that good?"

You nodded, loading your spoon up with a generous amount of the desert and held it up to his mouth. He didn't even hesitate as he leant forward to have a taste of the dessert you offered. His eyes closed and he made his own pleased sound when the rich dessert hit his taste buds. Time seemed to have slowed down as his tongue ran along his plush bottom lip gathering ice cream.

"Delicious."

Without thinking you swiped your thumb over the corner of his mouth and brought it to your own mouth.

"Y-you had some crumbs there..."

He blinked and you were shocked to find his eyes almost black where his pupils had dilated. He must have enjoyed the brownie more than he let on.

"Uh... thanks... I can be a messy eater sometimes." He turned his gaze away from you and took a swig of his drink.

You went back to finishing your dessert, ignoring the eyes of Namjoon who was looking between you and Jungkook with an unreadable expression.

It was a struggle after a filling meal, but you managed to finish it all with no further help from Jungkook.

"Noona sure can eat a lot."

You blushed and fiddled with the side of your sling, "I'll take that as a compliment."

There was a short discussion between the members about how they would pay before they decided to split the bill evenly between everyone. You went to fish your purse out of your bag but Jungkook grabbed your hand stopping you.

"This was a gift for Noona. So I'll pay for you."

"Kookie-"

Before you had a chance to protest he pushed back his chair and joined the others at the cash desk.

"Why the sad face?"

Namjoon returned to the table, stuffing his wallet into his pocket.

"Jungkook wouldn't let me pay."

"Ah, I see."

"He never does. It makes me feel bad. I don't deserve all this."

He seemed to hesitate before responding, taking the seat Jungkook just left, "You shouldn't feel bad. He does this because he... cares about you. The boy doesn't have many friends but those he does have he would punch a shark for." You both laughed at that. "Personally I'm glad he's spending money on a human being and not more white t-shirts or Bluetooth speakers."

"He has more white shirts than I have clothes."

Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Since meeting you all those months ago he seems a lot happier. More tired, but mainly happy. He's always telling us what you're up to and what you've taught him."

You felt your heart swell at the thought of him talking about you to his members and heat rose to your cheeks. You were too caught up in your own world to notice Jungkook returning.

"You ready to go?"

You stood up and went onto your tiptoes to give him a hug. It took him a second to react but then two arms were wrapping around your waist.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"Pay for my flight and food."

"If this is how you pay me back for spending money on you then maybe I should do it more often." He said as he nuzzled into your neck, you could feel his smile.

Namjoon cleared his throat, "Okay, break it up you two. We're leaving now."

His hands fell from your back and you stepped away from him, avoiding Namjoon's gaze.

"Come on Noona."

You took his outstretched hand and followed behind all the members back to the car. During the journey back to the dorm you were a yawning mess, the long flight plus jet lag plus a full belly made it hard to stay awake. Jungkook gave you a sympathetic smile and said that the Pikachu onesie should be dry by the time you got back so you could go straight to bed. Every now and then you found yourself drifting off but would jolt yourself awake. Arriving at the dorm you forced your eyes open and held onto Jungkook as you went inside.

You said goodnight to the members and went into Jungkook's bedroom while he disappeared into the laundry room. He came back with the onesie and left you alone to change. It was a bit of a struggle and you whimpered and hissed in pain more than you cared to admit but eventually you had managed to change into it. A part of you wished he hadn't washed it so it would still smell of him. In your process of changing you had taken off your sling, preferring to sleep without it, and climbed into bed. There was a knock at the door and you said it was fine to come in. A mop of dark hair popped through the door.

"I just want to grab a blanket and pillow."

You nodded and he grabbed his things from his wardrobe.

"Pikachu suits you, Noona."

"I think it suits you better."

He turned to face you with a smirk, "Maybe but Pikachu is Noona's now. And you said you would buy me a rabbit onesie."

You hadn't forgotten, you just needed to go shopping with him since you didn't know his size.

"Goodnight BunBun."

"Goodnight Noona."

He flicked the light and shut the door, leaving you to comprehend the fact that you were wearing his clothes in his bed.

You had been sleeping peacefully when you were woken up by the mattress shifting as someone else climbed into the bed. Your eyes snapped open to see what was happening and were greeted by the sight of a shirtless but practically dead looking Jungkook curling up to you. His arms came to wrap around your waist and pulled you to him and his face nuzzled its way into your clothed breasts. You felt your entire face heat up.

You froze, wondering what to do. Did you try to wake him or deal with the fact that Jeon Jungkook was cuddling you? The fangirl in you knew he was an absolute dead weight when asleep so there was no chance of waking him. You looked down at him. He looked so peaceful cuddling up to you. Cute even. Like a small child cuddling their plushie as they slept. You definitely couldn't wake him. He looked too precious. With a small smile, you opted for going back to sleep and dealing with him in the morning. You cradled his head against you to return the hug, carding your fingers through his hair which lulled you back to sleep.

AN:  We got the idea for this chapter after I broke my elbow back in February... or was it March... Those two months blurred together for me. You can all relax now. We're back in Korea. Finally. He's really treating her like a princess, isn't he? And the kid ended up in his own bed anyway xD 

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COSMIC - S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘠/𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘌𝘭𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘺𝘤𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘣’𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty chandelier that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh," she sighs into her hands. "Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see, like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them did. It looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began shifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my my way to Dustin's room.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the rest of the party. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the D&D chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin countered softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! Y/n, tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! Y/n and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press, stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin's shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished, straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spit, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Great. Of course nobody was going to make anything easy. Why would they?

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiant.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled, as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second, please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin my long awaited  rant.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"Y/n's right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

[hellfirecomms]

Re: Steven Universe & The “Concrete Controversy”.

Hey all, NTom here. Been a while since I’ve done much else besides reblog fan art and anything funny I’ve come across on Tumblr but I’m in a thinkin’ mood so I figured I’d jot down some thoughts regarding recent events. I’m gonna preface this, however, by saying I am white and if that’s enough for you to disregard my opinion on the following matter, then by all means go ahead. No skin off of my nose. 

Steven Universe is a very inclusive show. This is obvious. However, what happens when something comes along to challenge that idea? When it seems that there’s trouble in paradise? People freak out. They feel betrayed. This happened with the revelation of a concept known as “Concrete” that was found in the Steven Universe art book. 

Suffice it to say, there’s similarities with the “blackface/mammy” style that was oh-so-popular way back when, and rightfully so, a lot of people weren’t happy with this. On top of this some random notes assigned to the character were...less than flattering. You know, the “blacks are ignorant” level of stereotyping. But was this intentional? When brainstorming, did Lamar (a black man), draw up a racist caricature, pass it around and did Hilary, a white(?) woman look at it and say “ha, this looks like something I could attribute racial ignorance to”? No, of course not.

Lamar, Hilary AND Rebecca Sugar herself have since apologized for this lapse in judgement and future editions of the Art Book will no longer feature the concept art of Concrete. A lot of people accepted these apologies, some chose not to. I have to ask of those who refuse to though...why? What’s the point? Do you honestly think the SU team is filled with racists? For once I’m not being facetious, I generally do not understand this mindset. Sure, you don’t HAVE to accept the apology, you can disagree with its contents and how it was phrased, but some of the malice and outright VENOM that’s been spouted by particular sections of the fandom recently have been shocking. I’m a firm believer in trying to listen to both sides of an argument, even though sometimes it’s so very, very simple and much easier to be biased, but this has gotten kind of out of hand. 

Steven Universe is a product of love. Granted, it’s a very flawed one with many problems that I won’t get into here, but there’s no doubt that the people working on the show, be they white, POC or otherwise do what they do with a genuine affection for both the characters, the story, the world, but most definitely also the audience itself. If all it takes to lose that goodwill is one simple, little picture (and yes I’m aware of the Amethyst stuff, but I’m just focusing on Concrete here), then what does that say about you as a fan? 

If you truly believe the team is ignorant, then vent your feelings as constructively as possible, let it out, and then let it go. Let them take in the comments, let them learn and grow. No, “it should never have been done in the first place” is not a good enough reason for continued borderline harassment. This fanbase is better than that. I’ve not been here from the start, but I’ve seen highs and I’ve seen lows, and with the show moving past the rather...divisive fourth season and starting out Season 5 on an astounding high (and with SDCC around the corner and the hope of a bright future for the show), I just don’t like seeing things as they are. However, this is not a callout post nor is it meant to patronize. I’m addressing no user in particular here, and like I said, this is just the humble opinion of someone who was unaffected by the matter. If you want to show that you’re not OK with the art, don’t purchase the art book, or at least wait until the offending image is removed. Dropping the show, blasting the creators on social media etc,...these things do nothing. Be constructive. Be firm in your beliefs and don’t just fire from the hip. Be cool, be calm, be collected.

But most of all, be happy. If you need to be angry, and you feel hurt, then you have every right to BE hurt. Just remember that on the other side of this are creators who didn’t mean to hurt you no matter how ignorant they may have been.

Thank you for reading. 

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

S.T REWRITE -S1:E6; Chapter Six, The Monster - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

With Eleven gone, Y/n and Dustin struggle to keep the party together. Elsewhere, Hopper and Joyce uncover the truth about the lab’s many experiments.

||3rd Person POV||

Joyce and Hopper sat opposite one another at the kitchen table of the Byers' home. The house was cold and hardly lit, copies of newspaper clippings scattered all around the house. One of the only light sources was a dusty light that hung from the kitchen ceiling above the table and their heads, illuminating the several papers.

"Look, we gotta go through this again." Joyce insisted.

"I told you everything that I saw."

"Oh, gosh. Tell me again."

"Upstairs or downstairs?" Hopper asked.

"Upstairs."

"There was a laboratory. It was where they must do experiments or something, and then there was... well you see like I said, I got turned around."

Hopper was currently sharing all he had encountered on his rogue mission at Hawkins National Laboratory. Joyce, all the while was hanging on his every word.

"I told you, it was like, I don't know, it wasn't supposed to exist. That whole area, it was abandoned and... forgotten, like it was all some big mistake. Once I found my way back, I saw that... kid's room. That other kid's room, I mean. Like it was actually used, but it didn't even look like a kid's room, neither of them, it looked like a prison."

Hopper sighed and rubbed the bottom of his palms into his eyes tiredly, is fingers held the lit cigarette inches away from his face as he did so. "If that even makes sense,"

"Well," Joyce began, trying to get to the bottom of this never ending mystery. "So why would you think it was a kid's room, then?"

"Because, I told you, the size of the bed, there was a drawing, there was a stuffed animal--"

Joyce interrupted the man quickly. "Y-You didn't say there was a drawing."

"Yeah, there was a drawing of a... an adult and a child. It said 'Eleven' on it."

"Was it good?" Joyce pressed.

"It was a kid's drawing, Joyce. It was stick figures."

Joyce had a knowing look on her face as she stood up with a sigh, retrieving a piece of crinkled line paper and slammed it down on the table for Hopper to see.

She pointed to the detailed drawing as she sat back down.

"Wasn't Will." She stated confidently, shakily bringing the cigarette back up to her lips.

Hopper examined the drawing and everything seemed to click. He returned his gaze to the anxious mother. Hopper quickly put out his cigarette in the ashtray and made a beeline for the coffee table.

"Earl..." he muttered, as he made his way into the living room. Joyce, who had abandoned her cigarette, was right on his heels.

"The night that Benny died, Earl said he saw some kid with a shaved head with Benny," Hopper and Joyce took a seat beside one another on the living room couch, Hopper's eyes fixed on the several news clippings splayed along the wooden coffee table. "Now, I pressed him, he said it might be Will, but maybe..."

The man began sifting through the papers, and Joyce spoke up.

"Wait... Maybe, it wasn't?"

Hopper pulled the article he had been looking for and pointed to the fuzzy photograph of the woman in the article.

"Look... this woman, Terry Ives, she claims to have lost her daughter, Jane. She sued Brenner, she sued the government... Now, the claims came to nothing, but what if... I mean, what if this whole time I've been... I've been looking for Will... I've been chasing after some other kid?"

||Reader's POV||

Everything is a mess.

Will is still missing, the party is falling apart, Mike and Lucas are still angsty messes that won't speak to one another, and now, El left us. She probably thinks I hate her.

'But I don't! I was just scared'

(Ok but like,,,, who else ships El and reader cause damn I've been giving myself feels lately, dang)

'We need to fix this'

I sigh and sit up from my bed and make my way to Dustin's room.

+++

"I just... I can't believe she didn't come back." Mike sighed.

Dustin and I agreed we needed to talk some sense into the boys. So we got our bikes and made our way to Mike's. Dustin was standing opposite Mike while I currently occupied one of the DnD chairs I had pulled up. Mike was worriedly pacing the floor in front of us.

"She's gotta be close." Dustin offered.

"She said it wasn't safe. She just messed up the compasses because she wanted to protect us. She didn't betray us."

"Mike, calm down."

Mike only ignored Dustin and kept talking, more to himself than anybody it seemed.

"I shouldn't have yelled at her. I never should've done that."

"Mike, this isn't your fault." Dustin said.

"Yeah, it's Lucas'."

"It wasn't his fault, either." Dustin replied softly.

For the first time in what felt like ages, Mike stopped in his tracks. He looked at my brother dumbfounded and took a few steps in his direction. "It wasn't his fault?"

"No."

"So you're saying he wasn't way out of line?"

"Totally, but so were you!"

"What?"

"And so was Eleven."

"That's ridiculous! [Y/N], tell him he's being ridiculous!"

Very calmly, I stood up with my arms crossed and stood next to my brother, and sighed, eyes fixed on Mike. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but Dustin is absolutely right."

Mike seemed even more furious. "Oh, give me a break!"

Dustin snapped at these words and stormed up to Mike. "No, Mike, you give me a break! All three of you were being a bunch of little assholes! [Y/N] and I were the only reasonable ones! But the bottom line is... you pushed first. And you know the rules. You draw first blood..."

"No! No way! I'm not shaking his hand."

"You're shaking his hand." I press stepping forward.

He was sure to make eye contact with me over Dustin shoulder as he spoke. "No, I'm not."

So I strode toward him and gave him a slight glare.

"This isn't a discussion. This is the rule of law. Obey or be banished from the party. Do you wanna be banished?" I asked firmly.

Mike crossed his arms and pouted before speaking up meekly. "No."

"Good!" I chirp, my face beaming as if we hadn't just been fighting which seem to only terrify him more.

I all but skipped over to the chair grabbing my coat, Dustin following my actions.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked with a hint of frustration.

"Where do you think?" Dustin asked as he put his arms through the sleeves of his coat.

"We're going to get Lucas." I finished straightening my jacket then looked back to Mike.

My face softened and I tilted my head slightly. "And then we're gonna find Eleven."

+++

The three of us stood on Lucas's porch and I rang the doorbell. We stood waiting until the door swung open and Lucas stood there glaring at all three of us, but mostly Mike.

"What do you want?" He spits, resting his hands in his pockets.

There was brief silence which was then interrupted by a muffled smack of Dustin hitting Mike in the arm.

Mike sighed softly and looked to Lucas, clearly hating every second of this.

"I drew first blood, so..." he extended his hand for Lucas to shake but Lucas didn't move.

Somehow I had convinced Lucas to let us all in and now, we all stood in the middle of his living room as he paced silently across the floor considering Mike's offer. He finally stopped and stared at the three of us.

"Okay, I'll shake."

Mike sighed what I barely made out to be a "finally" as he extended his arm out once more. Dustin and I perked up, that was until Lucas continued.

"On one condition. We forget the weirdo and go straight to the gate." He finished, arms crossed defiantly.

"Then the deal's off." Mike barked.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"No, no, not fine! Guys seriously?" Dustin yelled as I threw my head back frustrated.

Dustin forced Mike to face him as he spoke. "Do you even remember what happened on the Bloodstone Pass?"

Lucas and Mike shared a confused glance.

Dustin seemed shocked and offended that they had no recollection and continued.

"We couldn't agree on what path to take, so we all split up the party and those trolls took us out one by one. And it all went to shit. And we were all disabled! So we stick together, no matter what!"

"Yeah, I agree. But this is the party, right here in this room."

"El is one of us now."

"Um, no, she's not. Not even close! Never will be. She's a liar, a traitor--"

"She was just trying to keep us safe! She didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident!"

"An accident?"

"All right, accident or not... admit it, it was a little awesome." Dustin said.

"Awesome?"

"Yeah, she threw you in the air with her mind!"

"I could have been killed!"

"Would everybody just shut up for one second please!" I snap.

Everybody looks to me, a worried and shocked expression on their faces.

I step forward and begin ranting to the boys.

"I am sick of your attitude." I point at Lucas. "I am sick of your whining." I point to Mike. "I am sick of all three of you bickering," I gesture to all of them. "I love you guys and I can't thank you enough for taking me in and including me, know that, but GOD I am getting tired of being stuck listening to you boys argue about every little thing!"

I myself began pacing, my voice continuously rising. "I'm sick of putting up with all your petty arguing when we should be looking for Will only to come home at the end of the day, having found NOTHING and crying my eyes out because the only person who never gave a shit about who started what is missing and probably dead!"

I stopped pacing and looked to the boys who were all silent. I sighed and lowered my voice. "Lucas, you're right. You could have been killed. Which is exactly why we need her. She is more powerful than all of us combined."

"[Y/N]'s right. Do you seriously wanna fight the Demogorgon with your wrist rocket?" Mike said, anger still in his voice. "That's like R2-D2 going to fight Darth Vader. We're no use to Will if we're dead."

Lucas looked torn for a moment, but then he shook his head and pointed at the three of us. There was disappointment in his voice. "If you three wanna waste your time looking for a traitor, go ahead, 'cause I'm not spending my time on her anymore. No way!"

I sighed, putting my face in my hands. Lucas continued.

"I'm going to the gate. I'm going to find Will."

Lucas shoved the boys aside and stormed off, leaving the three of us alone in more ways than one.

+++++

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