#And all my dear friends out there please take good care of yourselves

[guinea-pig16]

Yes, Sir!

Soap x Reader X Captain Price

Disclaimer: This is an NSFW piece! 18+ only, please!

Fic is below the cut, hope you enjoy! This is my first time writing a piece with more than one ship!

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Word count: 3,300+

Warnings: AFAB reader, mentions of AFAB parts, penetrative sex, anal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, threesome (F/M/M), dom/sub vibes

This fic is based off of a dream I had a couple days ago so if you think it's odd, that's why lmao

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Clinks of glasses together filled the air as everyone celebrated a mission well done. Task Force 141 had just completed their latest mission without a hitch, so Captain Price decided to treat the team with a night at their local bar. Laughter and chatter filled the cozy building. You sat at the bar, giggling with Soap, drinking your third beer of the night.

“Ye wouldn’t believe the shite he wis goin on aboot!” Soap leans his head against his arms, shaking from his laughter. “He wis sayin’ shite like ‘two goldfish ar’ inna tank’, an’ one of ‘em goes ‘ye know how to drive this thing?’” Soap’s voice goes deep as he imitates Ghost, and the two of you burst out laughing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Ghost (sitting next to Soap) glower slightly at him. Your ribs hurt as you try to contain your giggles.

“Right, what’s all this then?” You hear a voice say. Soap and you look up at Price, giving him a half hearted salute as you both come down from your laughter. 

“Ah, Johnny was just telling me something funny that Ghost said!” You smile, still slightly giggling. Price smiles at the two of you.

“I’m glad to see you both enjoying yourselves, even if it’s at the expense of our dear Lieutenant.” You see Ghost roll his eyes and lift his mask to take a sip of his drink. “You all worked very hard on our last mission, you all deserve a bit of rest and reprieve.” You smile at Price.

“Thank you captain! We couldn’t have done it without your excellent leadership.” Price waves his hand, grinning. 

“Ah, it’s nothing without a good team. Anyways, I’ll let you three get back at it.” He waves as he goes over to where Gaz and Laswell are chatting. 

Soap nudges your shoulder and leans close to your ear. “Better be careful thir, Sergeant, he wis given’ ye th’ eyes…” He giggles and you punch his arm, causing him to pull back, rubbing his where you hit him. 

“Oh, stick a sock in it, Mactavish! As if!” You rolled your eyes at his comment. You had to admit though, Captain Price was a good looking man. But you would never get with your superior. 

“Ooo, does ‘at mean yer open to other options, love?” He says in an exaggerated flirty voice as he leans close to you, batting his lashes. You bark out a laugh and shove him back causing him to go into a fit of giggles.

“Once again, stick a sock in it, Mactavish, you dog!” You break into a series of giggles with Soap. In your mind though, you look at him differently. Johnny is definitely a very attractive man, but you guys were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less…

The night flew by. At one point, Gaz had challenged you and Soap to a karaoke contest, and you three treated the bar to a drunken rendition of ‘California Girls’. Let’s just say, you were absolutely hammered. To the point Price insisted on driving you home along with Gaz. You accepted the offer, as you had walked here and didn’t feel like walking back home. Around 1 am, Price dragged you and Gaz out of the bar, yelling goodbye to Soap as he was also being dragged out by Ghost, who was his ride home. He drunkenly waved bye to you as he leaned against Ghost for support. 

Price helped you into the back seat, as Gaz had won the front sit through rock, paper, scissors. The ride to your house was filled with laughter as you and Gaz shared stories and jokes, Price silent the whole time with a soft smile on his face. Once at your house, Price wrapped an arm around you and helped you inside. He gently sat you on your couch.

“Alright, I believe you can handle the rest now.” You grinned and saluted him. He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “G’nite, dear. See you in a few days.” He said before waving goodbye, making sure the door was locked behind him as he left. 

You stretched and yawned. You stumbled slightly going down the hall to your bedroom. You changed out of your clothes and into loose fitting pajamas, before snuggling underneath your covers. You sighed contently as you drifted off to sleep…

Bang.

You jolted awake. You looked around. You were still in your bedroom, snuggled in your blankets. You groan and roll over, attempting to go back to sleep. 

Bang.

Your eyes shot open once again. You slowly lean up in your bed, looking towards your bedroom door. What was that? You think. You hear more small bangs and rustling from down the hall. Slowly, you crawl out of your bed, grabbing your phone, and inch towards the door. You wince as your door creaks when you open it. You hear the sounds stop.

You exit your room as quietly as you can, and begin inching down the hall. You reach the end of the hall and peek out towards the living room. Your heart sinks as you see two, large, black figures facing you. You squint slightly. Something about the figures seems… familiar. You hold up your phone and turn on the flashlight and shine it into the living room. You almost sigh in relief when the light reveals Soap and Price standing in your living room. You then furrow your brow. What the hell are they doing here?

You step into the living room, and take note of the open window. Did they fucking climb through the window? “What the hell are you two doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” You cross your arms and glare at the two of them. They both glance at each other and grin as if they’re in on a joke.

“There she is…” Says Soap, taking a small step closer to you. You don’t know why, but you take a step back, feeling uneasy about this whole situation. Price smiles at you, an unreadable look in his eyes.

“Don’t run love, it’s okay…” Price says quietly, and you shiver slightly from the tone of his voice. Soap takes another step towards you, you take another step back. He and Price rake their eyes unabashedly up and down your body, causing your cheeks to heat. They take in where your night shirt has slipped down your shoulder, exposing your bra strap, where your pajama pants have sagged slightly, exposing your hips. Soap groans slightly at the sight, making your face heat even more.

“God love… Ye have no idea what ye do to us…” Soap takes another step forward, you take one backwards. He starts slowly stepping closer and closer, and out of apprehension, you walk slowly backwards back into the hall, inching towards your bedroom. Soap begins speaking in a low, husky tone.

“What ye were wearin’ tonite almos’ ‘ad me an’ Price bend ye over the bar…” You blush furiously. Soap eyes haven’t left yours once, practically burning a hole through your head. “Ye always look so intoxicatin’... The way ye sway yer hips… The way yer lips look when ye smile…” He groans lowly. “Yer a damn drug… ye know that?” His pupils are blown wide, with what you can now identify as lust. You go to take another step back, but trip on your own feet and drop your phone. You fall flat on your ass and are helpless as Soap stands before you. He crouches slowly, eyes never leaving yours. He grabs a hold on your ankles and yanks you so you’re underneath him. 

He leans down next to your ear and speaks low. “...We’re gunna fuckin’ ruin you tonite, babes…” Your whole body shivers at his words, and your face flushes red. He looks into your eyes, searching for anything that would say no. You look back at him and bite your lip lightly. He grins and slowly drags you out of the hall by your ankles, his eyes burning into your own. When you enter the living room again Price is still standing there, and you lock eyes. 

Soap drops your ankles and leans over you once again, arms caging you in. “What a pretty girl ye are…” And presses his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, and wrap your arms around his neck. You feel him move to the side as you see Price get down on his knees and lean over you, pressing a kiss to your neck. You feel his hand drift down to your waistband.

“How about we take these off, love…” Price’s hands toy with your waistband. Soap breaks the kiss long enough for you to whisper out a breathy ‘yes’, before recapturing them. He slips his tongue into your mouth as Price presses kisses along your neck and slowly slips your pajama pants downward. 

He tugs them completely off and slips down so he’s facing your underwear. Head in between your thighs, he presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh, causing you to let out a moan into Soap’s mouth. Soap’s hands begin slipping underneath your night shirt and upwards towards your chest. 

“May I take these off, dear?” Price asks, finger hooking underneath the waistband of your underwear. Soap breaks the kiss and asks with his eyes to take off your shirt. You breathily say yes to both, and feel your underwear being slipped off as your shirt is lifted above your head. Soap’s hands find the clasp at the front of your bra and looks at you asking. You nod, and he unclasps your bra and admires your exposed chest, before recapturing your mouth. He kneads your chest as you feel Price moving closer to your exposed heat.

“You look absolutely wonderful, love…” Price groans and licks a strip up your heat, causing you to moan into Soap’s mouth.

“That’s it love, keep makin’ those pretty sounds’ fur us…” Soap says, breaking the kiss to gaze into your eyes. Price wraps his arms around your thighs as he sucks on your clit. You gasp and squirm as he prods at your entrance with his tongue, his mouth hot on your sex. Soap takes off his shirt and grins as you rake your eyes over his chest. “Like wit ye see, lass?” He then buries his face into your neck and gently bites as you arch your back to Price’s work. 

“Doin’ so good for us, pretty girl… Gonna make sure ye can’t walk in the mornin’...” Price groans in agreement, sending vibrations into your heat. You shiver and whine as Price laps at you. You feel a knot begin to tighten in your lower belly. Price moves his efforts to your clit, and you feel one of his fingers prod at your entrance. You moan loudly as you feel his finger slip into you. You feel Soap grin against your neck. 

You gasp as Price pumps in another finger, stretching you out. You clutch onto Soap like a lifeline as your thighs shiver, causing him to chuckle.

“Careful now, Captain, ye don’ wanna break her now do ye?” If you could, you’d glare at him, but the feeling of Price’s tongue and fingers has your mind practically melting. Price says nothing, he just doubles his efforts, pumping faster and sucking harshly on you. You moan loudly, the knot in your belly tightening significantly. You’re so close. 

“Johnny… Price… ‘M so close, ah!” You slur out, your whole body trembling in pleasure.

“I know dear, I can feel ya. I’ll take care of you, don’t you worry your pretty little head…” Price says, before returning his efforts to your bud. Soap recaptures your lips in a heated kiss, his hands brushing over your chest. He sucks on your tongue, and the knot gets tighter and tighter. And then it snaps.

You moan loudly into Soap’s mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Price slows his efforts and helps you down from your high, your whole body shaking from it. Soap breaks the kiss and you gasp for air, chest heaving. Price finally pulls away from you, and you glance up at him, his beard glistening from his work. He and Soap glanced at each other and began undressing in front of you. Once stripped to their boxers, Soap and Price switched. Soap knelt between your legs, and Price knelt behind you, gently sitting you up and leaning you against his chest. Soap gently rubbed your thighs and looked you in the eyes as he removed his boxers. His cock sprung out and your eyes widened as you took in its length. He grinned and grabbed your legs.

“Liking what yer seein’, doll?” You rolled your eyes at his comment, and flicked his shoulder with your hand. Price and Soap chuckled and he began positioning his shaft to your entrance. He looked in your eyes for any objection, but you just nodded and whispered it was okay to continue. Nodding, he gently pressed his tip to your entrance, the both of you letting out a soft groan. Slowly, he pushed into you, making him curse at your tightness and causing you to lean your head back on Price’s shoulder, who leaned down and kissed your cheek.

“You’re being such a good girl for us, dear.” He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Soap bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, huffing. Slowly, he pulled out, and then thrusted back in, making the two of you gasp. A delicious burn traveled through you as he gently thrusted in and out. The burn gave way to immeasurable pleasure as you let out moan after moan for each thrust. 

“Johnny… Fast- Faster… Please…” You moaned, head laid back on Price’s shoulder. 

Soap chuckled slightly, groaning. “Anythin’ ye want, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest, sitting up. And then he began pounding into you, causing you to cry out. He huffed and moaned into your ear, holding you close. The knot in your belly formed again and tightened slowly, making you curl your toes. 

“Aww, Price… Yer lookin’ awfully lonely over there…” Soap cooed, grinning. He stopped thrusting into you and you whined at the loss of friction. “Easy there, lass… Thought we should include our Captain… Whit’d ye think, love? Should we?” You dumbly nodded your head, wanting more than anything for Soap to continue pounding into you. You heard Price groan lowly, and the sound of clothes shuffling. Then you felt hands grabbing your ass, and a finger poke into your hole. You gasped at the feeling, and moaned as Price pumped in his finger, stretching out your entrance. You tucked your head into Soap’s neck, and whined as Price put in another finger, then a third.

“There’s a good girl… Doing so good…” Price whispered in your ear, making you whimper. Price removed his fingers, and you felt his cock tease the entrance of your ass. “This is gonna be a bit uncomfortable, darling. Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow…” Price kissed your neck, and slowly began to push in. You winced slightly at the stretch, and Soap pressed a kiss on your head and rubbed your back soothingly. Price gripped your waist like a lifeline, and hissed as he bottomed out. The three of you sat there for a moment as you caught your breath, adjusting to the feeling of the two men inside you. You’d never felt so full before.

Finally, after a couple minutes, you spoke. “O-Okay… You can… You can move now…” You wrapped your arms around Soaps neck, face still buried in his neck. You felt Soap smile into your hair, and Price rubbed your waist affectionately. They both slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The air was filled with low groans and breathy moans as the two men slowly pumped into you. Your nails dug into Soap’s shoulders.

“Ah… Faster, please…” You moaned, feeling the knot tighten once more in your belly.

“Ye sure, babes? Don’t wanna… hah… hurt ye…” Soap groaned. You heard Price make a noise of agreement. You whined slightly.

“Please… You won’t hurt me, please… I need more…” Soap and Price groaned at the sound of your neediness.

“Whatever you want, love.” Price said, before the two of them began harshly thrusting into you. You practically screamed at the feeling. They both moaned loudly at the way you clenched around them. 

“Thas’ it, thas’ a good girl. Takin’ us so well.” Soap groaned in your ear, lightly biting your earlobe. All you could do was moan in response, brain turned to mush by the two men. You were sandwiched between them, being used as their own personal fuck toy. And you love it. It was a dream come true. You felt their thrusts become sloppy, their moans stuttering slightly. You could feel your own release coming as well.

“Johnny, Price, So- So close! ‘M gonna, ah!” You moaned. You felt one of Price’s hands come up and grip the back of your neck. He pulled your neck back so you were looking at him.

“Go ahead, come on our cocks, love.” He pulled you into a heated kiss. You whined into his mouth as the knot got tighter and tighter. Soap threw his head back, his thrusts getting even sloppier, and he let out a slew of curses.

You let out high pitched moan after moan, the knot getting unbelievably tight. Any second now… You were almost there. Your head felt lighter and lighter, and a ringing started in your ears, washing out the moans of Soap and Price. You were so close. It was about to snap, you were so close you could taste it. And then it snapped and-

BDING!

You jolted.

Your eyes popped open and you squinted. Sunlight filtered into your room through your curtains, hinting it was early afternoon. You sat up, looking around, blinking quickly. Everything was in place from last night, your clothes laying on the floor. You looked down. You were still in your pajamas. You scratched your head, confused. You crawled out of bed and walked down the hall, hesitantly. You peeked into the living room. It was normal. The window was latched and closed. There wasn’t a pillow out of place.

“What the fuck…?” You mumbled. Was that all… a dream?

BDING! 

You turned your head back to your bedroom. Was that your phone…? You walked back to your room and grabbed your phone.

You had a couple unread texts from Soap.

You opened your phone and read his shitty typing. He was asking if you wanted to come hangout with him, Ghost, and Gaz today. They were going to see a movie and then walk around town a bit. 

“Ony if yer not so hammered from last nite lol.” He typed. You rolled your eyes and texted back that you’d meet up with them at the movie theater. A couple minutes later, he texted back with the time they’re meeting. You agreed and said you’d see them there. You then sat your phone on your bed and stared at the wall.

Memories of your dream drifted back into your mind and you blushed slightly. What was that all about…? You didn’t have any feelings for either of them… you thought you didn’t at least. You shook your head. You only had a couple hours before you had to meet up with the others. So you took a cold shower and changed into a casual outfit.

You walked down the hall and glanced at the living room, your dream drifting to the front of your mind. Your face flushed and you shook your head once again, trying to clear it. 

With that, you grabbed your keys and headed out, making sure to lock your door behind you. Hopefully, you could forget about it today.

What a weird fucking dream.

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Thanks so much for reading !!!! This was my first time writing a threesome, so I hope you liked it !!! I was giggling and kicking my feet the entire time while writing LMAO !!! It was such a weird dream, I'd never had one like that before. And funny thing is, I was reading COD fics before bed that night but it had NOTHING to do with Soap and Price, so I have no clue why they showed up. Anyways, thanks for reading !! Ciao!! <3 <3

XOXOXOXOX <3

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[tmntfixationxreader]

"I just read your Donnie fic and I am in LOVE with the way you write. Sometimes I feel like fics don't really show the emotions of the turtles beyond being shy around reader and I appreciate fluff where the characters actually interact and have a meaningful moment without it having to be sexual. So let me just say your writing feeds my soul. I love it.

That being said can I request a Raph x fem reader crack oneshot?

Reader was a friend of April and April decided that it would be good to introduce the turtles and reader. Little did she know that reader had a thing for big buff dudes, to the point that she goes from generally outgoing to extremely shy within seconds. So when she meets Raph she gets quiet, avoids eye contact, and fidgets frequently. Raph calks it up first time nervousness because he knows that he can be a bit intimidating. Reader eventually starts hanging around the turtles more often and gets closer with Donnie, Leo, and Mikey but is still shy around Raph and it ends up hurting his feelings. He feels like he's too scary and starts avoiding reader. Obviously this is the opposite of what the reader wanted, especially after getting to know him a little bit better and liking him even more.

Bonus points if the reader is taller than most her peers and a bit stronger to so she is often viewed as not feminine. So in order to seem more feminine she wears baggy clothing and curls in on herself to feel small. Happy ending please🙇‍♀️

Sorry if this is too long or too specific 😫 I just really like the way you write and I feel like I can trust you with an idea that is so dear to my heart!!!

Make sure to rest and drink some water.❤️"

♡All requests are anonymous, so here is the copy and pasted ask♡

Thank you so so much for the kind words!! I really appreciate and it fuels me to keep writing <3 Also, I did drink some water.

Here is your request! I hope It is how you wanted it :)

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♡You don't scare me♡Raph x Fem!Reader♡

~When you get nervous around Raph, he’s worried you are scared of him~

Word count: 3,237 (longest one-shot so far)

Warnings: Fluff, Fem reader, strong/tall reader, reader attracted to strong guys, squishmallows.

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When Apri skipped up to you, bag over her shoulder with more than a few pencils falling out the back end, you knew immediately she had planned something. 

She was panting, and smiled excitedly at you. “Y/n! Guess what?”

You smile at her, stopping and helping her pick up the pencils that had just fallen out. “What?”

“So you know those friends I told you about?? The ones that don’t go to school here?” She said, grabbing the pencils with you and shoving them messily back into her bag.

“Yeah! That's the brothers right?” You say, standing back upright after you had collected the last of the pencils.

You were easily a head taller than April, had broader shoulders, and had some pretty good muscles on you. From April being small and lesser on the muscle scale, and you being tall and muscular, the comparison made many people do a double take. It just heightened the differences you two had. You two didn’t care though, you liked yourselves just as you two were. And if there were days when you would doubt it, then April was always, always here to prove just how great you were. Just like you were always there for her.

She nodded excitedly. “Yes! Mikey, Leo, Donnie-”

“And Raph,” You finished, grinning, and April nodded happily. “You talk about them a lot.”

She laughed, and you two began walking. “Yeah, I guess I do… Anyways, I had a chat with them and they invited me to bring you to their- er- house!”

Your face lit up with excitement. April had talked about these guys for years. It was about time your finally meet them

“Heck yeah! When can we go?” You ask, putting one hand into your baggy hoodie pocket. You always wore baggy clothes. 

April smiled, pushing her red glasses back up into place on her nose. “After school! If you're not busy.”

You shook your head. “Nope! I’m not busy, I would love to meet them.”

April grinned. “Perfect! I’ll let ‘em know, and we can go after school!”

April found you immediately after school, which wasn’t hard. You two usually walked home together on most days anyways.

What you weren’t expecting was how far away their house was.

It seemed like you two were just walking until the crowd of kids faded away, which turned out to be the idea.

When April turned and went into an alleyway, you got really confused.

“An… Alley?” You said, raising an eyebrow and following her anyways. You trusted April, and knew she wasn’t going to lead you anywhere dangerous. 

April nodded her head side to side. “Well… Yes.. I mean, they aren’t living in the alley…”

She walked over to the sewer gate and lifted the lid. You stared at the sewer entrance.

You raised an eyebrow, and put a hand on your hip.“Ok, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

You trusted April. She had been your best friend for a long time. You two had done a lot of crazy things when you were little; from pulling amazing parkour stunts on the couches to playing Floor is Lava. You two did it all. Now that you two were older, you had broadened the area of things you two could do; the mall, movies, drawing,  unfortunately homework, and you still were the all-time champion of floor is lava.

Even after everything, how April managed to convince you to go into the sewers, you still didn’t know.

That didn’t matter now, you were walking in a sewer tunnel next to April, narrowly dodging some unmentionable things you avoided looking at.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. It was at first, but the further and closer you got the cleaner it was. Soon the smell went away entirely, and the tunnel was empty and clean. The smell was so gone, that you actually started smelling… Pizza?

The sheer thought of smelling pizza in a sewer tunnel attempted to trigger your gag reflex.

“April… is that pizza?” You ask, feeling nauseated and looking at her like this whole thing was crazy. You were open minded, but this was getting crazy.

April smiled and nodded. “Heh, yeah, the boys like pizza… Mikey is probably cooking some.”

“Ok… So how close… are… we?”  You trail off as you turn a corner, seeing an entrance to what you could only assume was the brothers house. It looked really nice on the inside, from what you could see. Pizza boxes, skate ramps- like the whole place was a skate park on the inside. And that was only what you could see.

April stepped inside. 

"She’s here!” She called into the layer.

“Ok!” A light-toned male voice called back. “Tell us when you're ready!”

April turned back to face you.

You glanced around to see the lack of brothers. “Are… They hiding?”

April nodded nervously. “There’s a couple of things I need to explain first…”

You raised an eyebrow and fidgeted with your hoodie drawstrings. It wasn’t out of nervousness, you were excited.

“Ok… What is it?” You ask. 

April nodded her head side to side. “So… Before you meet them, you need an open mind.”

“April, you know me. I am a very open minded person- as long as they aren't walking crocodiles living in the sewers I'm fine.”

April blinked. “How does a turtle sound?”

You raised both eyebrows. “I like turtles… But what does that have to do with them?”

April smiled slightly. “Mikey, why don’t you come on out!” 

You got slightly excited; you had heard so much about the brothers already, and knew that Mikey was the artistic younger brother.

Mikey slowly side-stepped out from around the corner, a large smile on his face. 

He was… Green? With an orange mask and a… Turtle shell??

Your jaw dropped and you blinked. You were frozen like that for a while. 

Mikey turned kind of shy, giving a small wave.

You waved back, and finally took a breath. “M… Mikey?”

His face lit up into a smile. “Yep! I’m Mikey!!”

You smile a little. “Wow! You're a… Turtle!!”

Mikey smiled back. “Yep! A mutant turtle teenager!”

You smiled back happily, taking a step towards him, and walking around him. You were a head taller than he was. You looked down at his shell, his green skin, and the yellow spots on his shoulders.

“Wow!” You exclaimed, looking back at April, who smiled. “Wait- are your brothers turtles too??”

Mikey nodded. “Yep! Would you like to meet them?”

You nodded, smiling, eyes wide with shock and excitement.

“Leo! Donnie! Come on out!” Mikey called. 

A turtle in a blue mask came out around the corner. The first thing you noticed was that he was a different color green, and he had red crescents around his eyes. He was as tall as you were, close enough that you could probably only tell who was taller by standing side by side.

He waved his hand.

“What’s up Y/n! I’m Leon!” He said in his show-offey-tone. 

You waved back. “Hi Leon!” You said happily.

A turtle in purple came out next. You noticed he had a head wrap instead of a bandana, and he had a pair of goggles mounted on his head. His shell looked different too, like it was metal. And you more than quickly realize it was.

“My name is Donnie, Donatello, and to my loving brother here, Donald,” He said with a sarcastic monotone voice.

You smile, watching Leo lean an arm on Donnie’s shoulder. You give Donnie a wave too.

“Wait, isn’t there one more brother?... Raph right?” You ask the brothers. 

Mikey nods. “Yes in deedy! But there is something you should know first… Raph is a little… Bigger than the rest of us. He wanted me to tell you that first before you met him.”

You shrug. “I am bigger than most people my age, too.”

Mikey smiles. “He may look big and scary, but he really is the sweetest guy…”

You smile and nod, looking around the corner to where the other brothers came out from. 

“Raph? You can come out,” You say.

Then, a turtle who was two heads taller than Leo, and at least twice his size, came out around the corner. He was strong, his arms and legs loaded with muscle, and he had spikes protruding from the top and back of his plastron and back of his shell. 

One small tooth poked out from the right side of his mouth, and he smiled nervously when he spoke, clearly shy.

“Hi… I’m Raph...”

You smiled, and gave him a nervous wave. For someone who was generally outgoing, you suddenly became very shy. You didn’t know exactly why.

Raph smiled, and looked towards Mikey with a smile. For him, it was just a win that you didn’t run away.

“H-hi Raph… I’m Y/n,” You say, smiling up at him but, then looking away back at the other brothers as you felt it growing harder and harder to keep eye contact.

Raph beamed, and nodded happily. “Nice to meet you!”

The brothers and April smiled.

The pizza timer dingged, and everyone looked towards the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Time to eat! Y/n, how do you feel about pizza?” Mikey asked, rocking on his heels excitedly.

You grinned at him. “I love pizza!”

It had been about a month since then, and you and April would hang out with the turtles everyday after school.

You and the turtles had gotten closer, you would play games with Leo and Donnie, and make art with Mikey. You really wanted to train or hang out with Raph, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Something about him was just so… You didn’t want to explain it. But whatever it was, it was making you nervous. You would fidget, avoid eye contact with him, and get much, much quieter. You just couldn’t get yourself to stop being so shy around him, even though you really wanted to hang out with him. 

April and the other brothers didn’t seem to notice, and if Raph noticed. He had avoided you multiple times before. He knew he was big, scary and intimidating, and he thought you just hadn’t gotten used to him yet.

“Hey guys! How about we play a board game?” Mikey called out to the others from where he was playing his video game with you. You had gotten pretty good at that fighting game, and Mikey was getting a little playfully worried that you would beat him soon. That was his high score on the line after all.

You grinned. “Perfect!”

“That sounds great!” April said excitedly, then got up from her spot next to Leo. The two of them had been watching a cartoon on his phone. “I’ll go get one!”

Raph came excitedly into the room, ushering Donnie in as well. Donnie didn’t seem all that pleased about the idea, but perhaps that was just the aloof-bad-boy persona he was trying to perfect.

Everyone gathered around the table, standing over it as April brought in the game, she had chosen Sorry.

You were bubbling with excitement as everyone gathered around… Until Raph took his spot across from you, smiling that adorable smile that had been playing on loop in your head for the past few weeks.

Your heart (for reasons you didn’t want to sort out-) started to flutter again. You took a firm hold of your hoodie drawstrings, seeming to shrink a little. Your smile was still genuine, but it seemed lesser, like you were suddenly self conscious and shy.

The others didn’t notice as they were setting up the game, but Raph did. He always did. He always noticed that you got nervous around him. He really did think you were just shy around him at first, but you had known him for weeks and you still were like this… 

Raph’s smile seemed to fade a little too. 

Just as they were handing him his game token, he put his hands up and took a step backwards. 

“Sorry guys, Raph just forgot that he was supposed to help Dad clean up the living room…” Raph said, speaking in the third person again. Normally you thought that it was adorable when he did that, but something about the way that he was speaking seemed off.

Mikey raised an eyebrow. “You can do it after, I’m sure Dad wouldn't mind if-”

“No, no, Mikey, I told him I would… You guys go ahead and play. Raph’ll catch up with you later…” He said, and walked off towards the living room where his dad was always watching his commercials.

The brothers exchanged glances, and April got up to go after him, when you stopped her. 

“I’ll go get him. You guys go ahead and start, Raph and I will join in the next round,” You say, and follow where Raph had left.

Raph wasn’t in Splinter's room.

You checked the dojo, and the skate ramp before finally finding him in his room.

You heard moving from within his room, but his curtain was pulled covering the door so you didn’t let yourself in. Instead you knocked on the doorframe.

“R-Raph? Are you coming?” You asked.

“Uh- Y/n… Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute…” Raph said. You stood quietly for a moment.

“Can I come in?” You asked.

“Yeah… Sure,” He said. 

You stepped through the curtain into his room. He was sitting on his bed, the mattress bowing beneath his weight. 

His room was nice, a few posters, some weapons hung up, and a few scratches on the walls from his spikes. It was pretty clean, surprisingly.

The one defining feature was the squishmallow on his bed, each neatly in place. That made you smile. 

He watched you expressionless for a moment.

You watched him. 

“Can I sit down…?” You asked quietly. He nodded.

You sat down next to him. It was weird being smaller than someone, you were normally much taller than the rest of your peers, so sitting next to someone so much bigger than you was almost a relief. You more than often hunched over to make yourself feel smaller, but next to Raph you felt like you didn’t have to do that. It makes you feel more comfortable in your own skin.

Raph watched you for a moment. “Why did you come to get me?”

You shrug, playing with your hoodie drawstrings again. “The others got worried when you left, so I volunteered to come and get you.”

Raph nods a little. “But… Why?”

You shrug again, seeming nervous. “I wanted you to come and play.”

Raph looked slightly surprised, shifting so he was facing you. “But… You don’t like Raph. I make you scared… Why would you want me there?”

You look extremely confused. “What? Scared? You don’t make me scared, Raph.”

Raph shook his head, his voice quiet. “But I do… I'm big… I’m scary… I make you scared..”

You looked at him like he was crazy. “What? Why would I be scared of you! You're one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met!”

He blushes a little at the compliment. “But… You're always fidgeting when you're around me… You get quiet. You don’t like hanging out with Raph.”

You shake your head, reaching up and putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“I love to hang out with you, Raph… Actually it’s been making me a little disappointed that you keep avoiding me.”

Raph nodded. “Sorry… Raph just thought you would like it better if I stayed away…” His eyes dropped down to the mattress.

You shook your head. “Raph, why would you think that? You don’t make me scared, or intimidated at all…” 

“Y/n, I’m a giant mutant snapping turtle. You do get nervous around me. You don’t have to be sorry for that, I get it,” He said, attempting to give you a fake smile, but you saw right through it.

“Raph… I do get nervous around you, but it’s not because I think you're scary. Promise… But I get where you're coming from… Actually, you're a lot like me. I’m so much bigger than everyone else my age, and I'm not trying to brag, but I'm pretty strong in comparison to them, too. I’ve had a lot of people avoid me before.”

Raph looks at you, waiting for you to continue. When you don’t, he speaks.

“So… If you're not scared… Then why are you so nervous?” He asks. You put your hands in your lap and fidget a little again.

“W-well… See… I…” You stutter.

Raph looks confused. 

You sigh, taking a deep breath.

“Well, I… I kind of have a thing for big strong guys…” You mutter.

Raph blinks, and blushes without his expression changing. 

His eyes widened. “Oh- so you're not scared of me- you… you just have a thing for big strong guys?”

You nod a little, feeling your own cheeks burn.

Raph’s eyes widen even more. “Wait- I’m a big strong guy!”

You chuckle, and nod. 

His jaw drops momentarily and he blushes. “Ohhhh- so you think i’m-” He puts a finger to his chest and waits for you to speak.

You nod again. “Y-yeah…”

His face lights up into a bright smile. “S-so you think I’m… Attractive?”

“Yeah… Very…” You say, feeling your cheeks burn. You are smiling a little, but taking out all of your nerves on your hoodie drawstrings.

Raph grins and he blushes. “So you're not scared of me?”

You shake your head, smiling.

Raph nods, grinning. He blushes a little more. “Y/n… Can I tell you something?”

You nod, still blushing. “Of course…”

“Well… I kind of have a thing for strong girls…” He smiled, face as red as his mask.

You blush, looking down at the mattress with a grin.

“So… You…” You say and wait for him to answer.

He nods. “You probably don’t realize it… But you're really cute, Y/n…” He blushes a lot.

You smile, blushing and feeling awkward. “T-Thanks…”

You two sit in the silence for a moment.

“So… You probably think that someone as big and strong as I am is weird for collecting squishmallows then…” Raph said, feeling slightly embarrassed.

You immediately shake your head. “Nope! I’ve got a few at home too.”

Raph’s eyes lit up. “Really! What ones? What are their names?”

You grin. “I’ve got Abby the octopus, Caddie the cat, and Darex the dinosaur!”

Raph grinned. “Cool! I have quite a few… I can show you if you want!”

You nod excitedly, and Raph shifted so he could show you his collection better…

For the next half hour, you and Raph talk about both of your squishmallows, and the conversation slowly shifts from your favorite tv shows, to your favorite foods, and your favorite music.

You and Raph learned a lot more about each other, and you two grew much, much closer.

Eventually April comes up to say the second round is starting, and you two play the game with the others. 

And this time, when Raph stands across the counter from you and smiles that adorable smile of his, you smile back. 

And if you get nervous, he knows it’s not about his appearance or that you think he’s scary… 

…It’s because you like him…

…And he might just like you back…

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Hope you like it! Thank you very much for the request! <3

This one ended up being longer, my brain took the story and ran with it lol

I am currently working on 4 other requests, and I will write them in the order I received them :)

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[shady-tavern]

Preview for "Woven Magic" the Patreon January Short Story

(warnings ahead for implied child abuse, please take care of yourselves!)

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"Don't bother with weaving magic, my dear," Gwen's trusted, beloved teacher said, apologetic and soothing all at once. "It is weak magic and barely sought after, you'll do better focusing your efforts on brewing, like your grandmother, or enchanting items if you'd like to make things magical."

Her teacher's hands reached out, overlapping the clumsy attempt at weaving a friendship bracelet, gently taking it away. Her teacher cooed when Gwen started to tear up, giving her back a soothing pat. Gwen's best friend had gotten sick and Gwen just wanted to give her something that turned all misfortune away and that kept her healthy and happy.

"You'll thank me one day," her teacher said, pressing a quill into her hands instead. "Focus on your studies and you'll do well."

Gwen sniffled and wiped her tears away and put on a brave face, but deep down she felt like big hands had crumpled her soul together and now tried to smooth it back out to how it had been. There were bends and crinkles where none had been before, a child's hope crushed by soft and certain words.

The moment school was out, she hurried home, breaking out into tears once she saw her mother's kind face.

"Oh, my sweet child," her mother whispered, hugging her close. "You'll be a great witch one day, never doubt that. Come on, we'll make this bracelet for your friend and then we'll brew her a health tonic, alright? That will take care of the problem."

Gwen needed some coaxing to make a second attempt at a bracelet and she hesitantly weaved magic into it, hoping it would do as much good as possible.

Gwen's friend recovered well with the tonic and she loved the bracelet and they played together like always. Gwen smiled and laughed and while her friend had soon forgotten the time she had been so very sick, Gwen kept remembering her teacher's words.

And all throughout her time growing up, from the lessons she got from her mother and father and grandmother, all the way to the schools she visited for witch classes, one thing remained the same.

Everyone told her that she should not bother with weaving magic. That it created weak magical effects and no one wanted that. People wanted spells and potions and enchantments.

Magic could do a great many things. If one knew the right runes, one could pin spells in place for a time, creating enchanted items to keep people warm or their clothes clean. Magic brought people back from the brink of death, helped communities rebuild after a great tragedy and it allowed many a young sorcerer to cheat at dice.

Gwen never told anyone but her mother that magic felt different to her. That sometimes she just wanted to pick up a needle and use a strand of magic instead of actual thread so she could weave it into the shirt she was mending. She didn't want to make a spell and stick it to a surface, especially since she wasn't good at spellcraft in the first place.

Her mother did her best to support her, but she could not drown out the voices of everyone else. Gwen learned to keep quiet about her love for weaving magic and she tried to soothe her crinkled soul by taking crafting lessons after school instead.

She learned how to sew and knit and crochet and whittle and carve and mold clay. Those lessons were more fun than her actual magic lessons, because Gwen was, quite honestly, a terrible witch.

While her classmates made coin by selling cloaks lined with weak fire spells for warmth, others performing in taverns by making sparkling illusions and some talented students already got apprenticeships with powerful mages, she was struggling.

In all honesty, it was a minor miracle that, once graduation was upon her, she managed to pass at all. Barely, mind you, but she did pass. With grades so shoddy she knew no one would want to hire her.

"You'll figure it out," her teachers had told her, giving her awkward smiles as they sent her off. "Some people find their talents later in life."

"Maybe you should help your grandmother for a while," her father suggested when Gwen came home, exhausted and feeling kind of hopeless. "She's been talking about retiring for a while now, you know?"

Potions were about the only thing Gwen was somewhat decent at and even that only because she had grown up being taught by one of the greatest potion makers of their coast.

So she packed her bags since her grandmother more than happy to welcome her and she left. Her grandma really was intending to retire and she showed Gwen the ropes, spending months teaching her the fine details of potion brewing and little tips and tricks her teachers hadn't.

"You're good enough now," Grandma proclaimed one day two years later. "I'll leave the shop in your hands, I'm sure you'll do fine. And if you ever need one of the really dangerous and complicated potions, call for me and I'll swing right by."

Gwen made sure to smile at her grandmother and bite back the soul-deep doubt that she'd be good at this. She just hoped she'd be reliable enough that she'd keep the shop up and running.

Her grandmother swiftly left to travel and visit friends and bicker with an old rival of hers that Gwen was willing to bet would end up being her lover once both of them got their heads out of their asses. Seriously, the tension between them was ridiculous.

Gwen, meanwhile, tended to the shop by herself, days passing by until they all ran together. She kept making things outside of potions, knitting cute little hats she ended up selling in the shop as well, along with mittens and wooden pendants that she had carved into various animal shapes with great care.

It was a quiet life. Not necessarily a happy life, but Gwen was alright with that. She was willing to settle for the fact that she was content enough most days and that her crinkled soul didn't bother her too much.

Sometimes though she did get annoyed at that feeling within her chest, frustrated that something a trusted and beloved teacher had said to her when she had been but seven years old still haunted her so vividly to this day.

It was, quite frankly, stupid to still be upset about the fact that the world had no need for woven magic. The thing she was actually good at was the one thing no one wanted. She told herself that being sad didn't make things better and she'd do her best to try and find joy where she could.

Gwen's life was so mediocre and predictable in its steadiness that the day the sky exploded into violently flung spells, she nearly fell of the stool behind the counter. Hurrying outside, she stared up at the sky with wide eyes as two mages battled it out with such intensity that the air itself grew thick with power.

One mage was dressed in the colors of the Bone Cult, an organization that had devoted itself into cutting people open and making them into mindless servants. Puppets they used to build them an empire.

She had no idea who the other mage was, but the lad had bright red hair and was easily one of the most powerful mages Gwen had ever come across. The battle was fierce and halfway through, Gwen was forced to toss up some wobbly shielding spells to keep the shop safe.

A couple of scared residents hurriedly sought shelter within the potion shop, while Gwen stayed outside, watching nervously.

At long last, after a heaving, powerful wave of magic as large as a mountain rolled through the air, briefly making Gwen fell as though she had suddenly gotten crushed to the bottom of the ocean, the evil mage was defeated.

People cheered and crowded around the lad when he floated down, only for him to collapse the second his feet touched the ground. Gwen hurriedly got some potions when some called for her and the lad was ushered away to rest up. She watched as the proper authorities came to claim the unconscious but not killed evil mage.

To her surprise, the guy was the very leader of the Bone Cult, one of the greatest monsters to ever live and he had been undefeated for nearly seventy years.

Frowning, Gwen hesitantly returned to her shop and for days the magic of the fight lingered in the air, slowly dissipating. A couple of sorcerers and witches passed through to ensure the lingering energy would do no harm and life returned to it's steady, old rhythm.

At some point she put up a few flyers around town, letting people know she was looking for some help in the shop. Money was coming in reliably, but Gwen held no love or passion for potion making and she would love to have an extra set of hands around to make things easier.

To her surprise, when she emerged from the back of the shop a few days later, the young, powerful mage stood in her shop. He looked exhausted, she thought, dark shadows under his eyes and his red hair was limp and without shine and had grown long enough that he was trying to hide behind it.

There was a grim downturn to his mouth and as she looked at him, she was startled to realize that he was far younger than she had thought at first. Tall and lanky, his eyes more troubled than most adults, the boy was no older than fifteen at most.

"Are you still hiring?" he asked and his voice was quiet and a little rough. He sounded like he was expecting to be told no, a tense wariness to his shoulders.

"I am," Gwen answered, coming to a stop at her usual spot behind the counter. "I could use someone to dust the shelves and help with gathering herbs and otherwise lending a hand with the upkeep and care of this place. Does that sound like something you want to do?"

If he proved himself adept, she was even willing to let him take care of the simpler potions and salves and tonics.

The boy blinked in surprise and now he looked so hesitantly, achingly hopeful that Gwen got the sudden urge to stomp outside and find someone to punch in the face. His parents maybe or his teachers. A kid that young, hell no person ever, should look like this when offered the barest courtesy.

Gwen wasn't even being particularly kind, he was just the first person who had shown up who seemed to be genuinely interested in the position.

"It does," he said quietly and she noticed the way he had pulled the hems of his sleeves over his fingers, worrying at the fabric with his nails. A nervous habit, quiet and hidden.

When she told him what she'd pay him, he didn't even argue or haggle or anything, just nodded hurriedly as though he feared she'd change her mind.

And just like that, in the span of two minutes, Gwen had gained an aid for the shop. The boy's name was Herald and he struggled with looking her in the eye even as they shook on it. Gwen didn't mind that he kept his sleeve pulled over his hand when he reached out, especially not once she noticed the still healing pink scars on his fingers when he pulled back.

Over the next couple of weeks, as Herald came by to help, Gwen realized a couple of things. Herald never spoke loudly and it took him a while to relax enough that his shoulders weren't constantly knotted with tension. He was very thorough with his tasks and did everything exactly as asked.

He never smiled and flinched whenever someone came up behind him without him noticing them beforehand, so Gwen made sure to walk with a bit of a stomp whenever he seemed preoccupied or distracted.

And most of all, he never wanted to go home.

Gwen had no idea how it happened – only no, she knew exactly how. All it had taken was one look at that grim, exhausted face, shadows still under his eyes and his great reluctance to leave when she locked the shop up early due to a heavy, continuous downpour, for her to fold like wet paper.

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Would you like to read the full story? You can find it on Patreon on the first of January! There are already other stories available you can check out in the meantime!

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[justmochi]

SLOGAN: Carats are the ones I’ve been waiting for all of my life.

OPENING MENT: “Hello Carats! I’m SEVENTEEN’s Rosie and we’re back once again in Carat Land. We have a really exciting night planned for you so let’s forget about our worries for a while!”

DEBATE NIGHT: Cold food VS Hot food

“Food always tastes better when it’s hot and fresh.”

“Cold food can get soggy and not taste as good as it did when it first was served.”

Pointing out a carat’s decorated ver3 lightstick

Songs that don’t suit the members

Rosie - DINO’s Last Order

TEAM V

Rosie said the group chat (Consisting of Rosie, Chaewon, and Yunjin) be lively when she sends hao’s antifragile practice.

Their trio name is ropurinz

All the members were squealing when Dino did shut down. The first time he danced to it, she nearly fell out of her chair. The second time, while everyone was squealing, Rosie just stood back and smiled at him.

She was proud of him!

Back it up (PERFORMANCE TEAM)

ate back it up choreo

wore dino’s anyone shirt

stylists just cut it up a bit

literally points to her shirt and then does anyone choreo

takes dino’s sunglasses and wears them herself

it’s literally a rave

the hottest rosie that anyones witnessed

when discussing unit reverses to give the other members time to change, they kept talking about rosie rapping

wonwoo: “she thinks she can’t rap but she can.”

“i am not a good rapper.”

hid behind dino with her hands on his shoulders as they showered her with compliments

except even he was complimenting her

teared up when seeing Woozi cry.

sobbed when hearing Carats sing To you

ENDING MENT: Did everyone have a good time? Are you guys tired of us yet? Do you want to go home? It has been so much fun spending time with you today. I’ve been using our time off to reflect and better myself for our carats. There may be times where I disappoint you, where I lose my way. But I ask carats to please be patient with me, stay at pace with me, and trust me. Please just always be by my side. And I know I say this all the time but I want to be an idol that you can be proud of. So I’m trusting you to tell me when I’m not doing well. Thank you for sticking with us all these years, there really is no one else like carats. And to my dear members, I love you guys so much. I can’t see myself living life any other life than this one, having 13 best friends by my side. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I will always follow you anywhere you go. And ummm, I’m not sure what else to say cause I still want to have words left for the next two days. So for now, make sure to take care of yourselves and live happily. Rosiehae~ 

jumpy baby during healing and fighting.

dancing with wonwoo

handed out peach snacks along with valentines day-like cards with sweet messages on them

SLOGAN: I love Carats. Carats are my life.

pointing to dino because their outfits match

OPENING MENT: Hello, I’m Rosie. It is day number two so let’s continue to have more fun, let’s not get tired out.

DEBATE NIGHT: Everything in life is 3x VS Everything in life is 1/3

vernon said he’s minimal which caused rosie to stand up with her hand raised

“I AGREE! 3x is more simple but then there’s ⅓…. Why is it necessary to use such complex math?”

Seungkwan: That’s just you, Jangmi.

“Real and True. But am I wrong?”

carats cheer for her

“3 times more sleep! 3 times more love to share! 3 times more video games! 

“I feel like there’s no winner in this debate, there are so many pros and cons to each topic.”

when talking about dino’s razor, rosie giggled while petting his chin.

TEAM T

teased last order by waving.

dino blushed and had to turn around

“I”ve had this prepared since the first time he performed it.”

“The song is so good!”

Dino: “But she won’t let me see it!”

Mingyu: “She won’t let anyone see. I don’t even think any of us has a video of her practicing it.

when it was rosie’s turn to answer, dino had grabbed her arm and told her that her shoelaces were untied. he tried to slow her down because he wanted her to lose.

had to hold onto seungkwan when dk did pink venom.

was laughing at hoshi’s hamtaro cover so hard that she started crying and had to lay on the stage to calm down

“i feel like hoshi just lost his dignity”

rosie thought the sunflower seed pillow was a penguin until he acted like he was eating it

teased last order a little bit more during back it up

grabbed dino by the collar of his jacket

feeling herself

winks galore

scrunchy face

brushing off her shoulders

hips don’t lie

ENDING MENT: Has it really been two days already? I really am the happiest when on stage, in front of carats and beside my family. It’s really crazy seeing these montages of us when we were just kids. I really don’t recognize myself. When I look at these pictures, [rosie looks behind her and up at the screen] I kinda get emotional. She was such a scared little girl that I wonder how I ended up this way. I really need to give her a hug and tell her everything is going to be alright. It will be rough but it will pay off in the end and she will be her greatest self and most importantly, happy. I hope these words can comfort you too in some way. If you or anyone is going through a hard time, I just have to tell you that you’re doing amazing and I see you. There will be many hardships throughout your life, but just remember that you are the brightest star. You are the most important person in your life and we all have to love ourselves. For the carats here and offline, we love you so much and no matter what you’re going through, we will always have your back. And I’m really surprised I haven’t cried yet because there’s no way that all these words are just spitting out of my mouth right now. So I’m gonna say goodbye for today before I jinx myself. Stay safe and healthy. Rosiehae~~

SLOGAN: Carats are the water that makes Rosie flourish!

OPENING MENT: Hello, I’m Seventeen’s Rosie! It is the final day of carat land. Are you tired yet? No? Good! Thank you for spending your precious time with us, let’s end on a high note!

DEBATE NIGHT: An eagle who can’t fly VS A sparrow that can fly anywhere

“What is a bird without its wings? It’s like Seventeen without Carats.”

everyone cheers for her.

the members praise her so much that she starts getting embarrassed

tries to hide under the table

TEAM T

dino and rosie had to answer at the same time

literally grabbed her by the waist so vernon could get ahead

doing everything for her to lose

tickling her so she fell to the ground

lays there and doesn’t bother to get up

“This is just straight-up sabotage”

“For this, you’ll never see last order”

team t lost

they saved rosie for last

jumping up and down for coups

hyped seungkwan up for the eve

poked wonwoo’s face glitter

“his backpack is so cute”

she got more nervous as all the members took their turn

THE8: “the long awaited, last order”

“well now i’m actually nervous. i don’t think i can do it”

Dino: “you can do it!”

Seungkwan: “rosie can do anything! don’t be nervous.”

her cover is an exact replica of dino

she got his facial expressions and hand gestures

dino didn’t really react the first time she did it.

he wanted to make sure he was paying attention to her every move

all the members stood to their feet when she was done

she was out of breath. and embarrassed

kneeled in front of dino out of pure embarrassment

DK: “don’t be embarrassed! it was perfect!!!”

can’t believe she just did that

and HAD TO DO IT A SECOND TIME

dino sat at the front of the stage to watch her do it again

he was smiling and clapping

rosie proving herself as a member of performance team

dropped to the floor again when she was done

dino kneeled in front of her while rubbing her back

Dino: “it was amazing! it was worth the wait.”

“i want to die”

Dino: “if anything, i should be embarrassed. i didn’t realize i made all those gestures.”

Seungkwan: “you do.”

“yes you do.”

“LETS GO!”

flexing her neck and cracking her knuckles before her part

spoiled some choreo for their comeback

pushed dino’s jacket off his shoulder

threw her gloves to carats

staff are not gonna be happy with her

ROSIE’S LETTER FROM HER MOM AND DAD: Hello, this is Rosie’s dad and mom. We haven’t been able to witness carat land for ourselves yet but I hope our precious girl (and her boys) knows we are watching online with a smile on our faces. Her old man’s korean is still pretty rough but I please bare with me here. We really can’t believe Seventeen is going into their 9th year. It really feels like yesterday that we were getting settled in Korea and sending our daughter off to train everyday. Thank you boys for always watching out for our babygirl. She’s turned out to be an amazing woman that our family and carats love so much. Members and carats, please continue to make music forever and protect our daughter throughout the rest of your journey. Despite what she may think and tell herself, your father loves you and is proud of you. You will always be our greatest achievement in life. Please stop saying sorry to me, I would much rather hear thank you from now on. That’s an order! From Rosie’s mom and dad who love her, seventeen, and carats very much.

the second they started showing their parents messages, she gasped and covered her mouth

teared up reading everyone’s letters to the members

kneeled on the floor with her hands folded

when it got to her parents letter, she swear she felt the whole dome spinning

laughed at her fathers handwriting

because she could tell when her father was writing and it switched to her mothers

her dads is so messy while her moms is neat

lost herself when he told her to stop saying sorry

couldn’t finish the letter and just broke down

she was still crying when they started doing their ments

there was a lot of pent up emotions so she just let it all spill out

as she did her ending ment, she took several pauses to cry and collect herself

even her makeup was running

dk and jeonghan helped clean her face up with tissues

didn’t care that the whole world was seeing her in such a vulnerable state

ENDING MENT: Wow. I really didn’t see that coming, the messages from our families. I feel like a crybaby right now ew. I probably look really ugly right now and for that I am sorry. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. I’m supposed to be a person you look to for strength, but even now I can’t be what you need. Just like you depend on us, we depend on carats love and trust between our members to keep going. I really love everyone in this room so much. It was so hard reading my dads message. The reason why I work so hard and exert myself is to make my carats and my family proud. Especially my dad. I’ve always felt so in debt to him, because our family stems from a line of doctors and I had to be the one to break that cycle. So I always feel guilty and sorry to him and even begin to question myself and my path. And he never expresses his feelings like he did in that letter so now I feel like my hard work has finally paid off. It only took almost a decade but I am content now. I love and miss you mom and dad. Carats, thank you for always sticking by our side and loving Seventeen unconditionally. I love you and I will keep working hard to make you proud. Until my last dying breath. We will see you in April. Rosiehae~

started crying again whens he said rosiehae

her eyes were so red and puffy

hugged each of the members during the encore

the tightest hugs ever

literally the grip is insane

its always awkward when she hugs the members but tonight was different

had a basket full of single preserved roses

handed them out to carats all over the dome

acted like she was going to give one to dino but instead through it to the crowd

did the fighting dance with vernon and dino

a night she will remember for the rest of her life

#justmochi: rosie #rosie.misc #rosie.caratland #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #fake seventeen oc #fake seventeen member #svt oc #fake svt member #fake svt addition #fake kpop addition #fake kpop idol #fake kpop soloist #addition to kpop

[tiaamorosa]

Sunset Died - VJ's little problem

After Morgana reached the small hospital, she warmly greeted her colleague Jamie. Not only have they become closer professionally, but also as good friends. After making a plan together for the day shift, the patients were cared for.

It's not just the adults who stop by, VJ also seems to have a concern today. "Hey, how are you?". He shrugged his shoulders and replied almost indifferently. "Could be better, but I'll be fine. Do you have anything for a rash?"/ "Depends what kind of rash… And where". VJ became a little embarrassed. "mmh, it's enough if one person looks at it, not both of you". The two doctors quickly understood that it must be a more "intimate" thing. "hnhn, all right, then come with me to the examination room….".

VJ followed Morgana into the back room, where the patients were examined first. "But you won't tell anyone, I'm really embarrassed…"/ "I swear I won't tell anyone, you know medical confidentiality. Now please take your clothes off, otherwise I can't help you…"

VJ had to strip down to his underwear. But what he was uncomfortable with was hidden underneath. And Morgana had to look at everything. "Mhm, o.k. …. Do you have a girlfriend?"/ "Why, is it contagious?"/ "No, at first glance I don't think there's any risk of infection. What about your hygiene?"/"I wash myself in the lake"

"in the lake?? Oh dear…do you at least have soap?"/ "Where am I supposed to get it from, hey? I can't cut it out of my ribs"/ "They're not made of soap either,. giggles..never mind. It's not really a good idea to wash there, it's teeming with bacteria and little animals, you know? How do you carry yourself, you can dry and wash yourself as much as you like"

"And now?"/ "First of all, you should make sure you boil the water before washing. And I'll give you a lotion to apply to the affected areas after washing. Then it should be gone again in a few days, it must be terribly itchy"/ "yes, yes…can something like that also come from bugs?"/ "oh yes, bedbugs for example…"/ "Then it's time to finally repair all the walls"…

Once everything was done, he was allowed to get dressed again. "As I said, it's better if you boil the water before you wash yourself with it. And you should also wash your clothes from time to time…". He gave her a reproachful look. "Hey, I don't stink, otherwise my girlfriend would have left long ago"/ "I didn't say that either… I just want you to live at least reasonably clean so that something like this doesn't happen more often".

There was one thing VJ Morgana hadn't said - he didn't have the opportunity to boil water at home. So he had to come up with a solution. he went to the scrapyard and hoped to find the right equipment there that would allow him to boil water. And he was surprised when he came across some familiar faces.

VJ never thought he would meet Candy and Davy here. They are schoolmates he never thought he'd see again. "How did you manage to save yourselves?"/"I was out with the Keatons at the time, … Then we ran towards the swamp hut, hardly anything came down there… We barricaded ourselves in until it was over"

"That's really tough… sorry for the stupid question, but… do you two live here now?"… "Sure, there's no one else here".

"And what was it like for you that day?"/ "I had a discussion with my father. When it started, he told me to go into the cellar… But he didn't follow… When it was quiet at some point, I went out… He was lying under the rubble…". VJ's look changed for a moment to a sad expression. "hh… I'm sorry, similar to me… May I have a look at your place? "/ "O.K., but don't tell anyone that we live here." / "tz, everyone here is happy to have a roof over their head, I have to close mine first".

VJ looked around the inside of the house. "Was it all like this already?"/"More or less, yes. We just have to fetch the water ourselves. It works quite well with a rope and a bucket"/ "Can you get the water to boil?"/ "Sure, with a pot over the fire"/ "Please don't think I'm stupid, but… can you show me how to do it? I don't have any hot water…".

"Sure… I'm sure there's enough stuff here to put something together for you. an old grill and a bucket, you can use that to heat the water"/ "and what about tools? Can I borrow some?"/ "If you bring it back later, sure…"/ "Thanks. I still have a lot to do, I don't want to sit in the snow in winter".

"Is there anything else to get here?"/ "Oh, definitely, people often come here and dump their stuff, but some of it is still quite usable. Just take what you need"/"o.k…. Let's see what I find. Maybe there's something in the garbage can too… (Then at least I'll have a bigger reason to wash myself)…" he thought to himself. Candy helped him find everything he needed to heat water, then he went home with the stuff.

A simple device, but one that made perfect sense to get the water warm somehow. It wasn't a bad idea on Candy's part, but it took longer than VJ had hoped. Nevertheless, he finally had warm water and the bucket was enough for one wash.

Now I've managed to get a lot done after all. And I hope this stuff helps, it's so itchy. And I hope the pillars hold up the roof,"….

"oh man…is this miracle stuff? It's not gone, but the cooling effect makes it more comfortable…phew, o.k., and I thought it was really something contagious, otherwise we couldn't…aah can't even get condoms here anymore…shit, man!"…

After he'd finished, VJ went to bed. He's not really the type to accept help from others. But in these difficult times, it's important to know friends or other people who can help you.

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#sims3 #screenshots #simsstories #sunset died #post apocalyptic #vj alvi #morgana wolff

[auriel187]

The More Things Change. (S1 E9)

Word Count: 3479

Series Masterlist

A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.

"We provide the colonists with all their finished manufactured goods. We deserve remuneration." Minkus says clearly.

"General Washington." Mr. Feeny turned over to Cory who was wearing a powdered wig.

"Fine. Keep your goods. Like we need your stinking British goods. We're American. We're independent. We'll get our goods from Japan." Cory raised his fist. I worry for him sometimes.

The class all laughed. I was drawing. I had drawn my friends in so many different ways. Shawn as an artist, Cory as a filmmaker. Shawn as a superhero, Cory as a mad scientist. Shawn as a photographer, Cory as a teacher. It was starting to garner some attention though, Cory kept trying to look over at my drawings. I had just started my sketch of Cory as a General. Shawn's gonna be a Sargent, I felt right in my bones.

"General, I'm dying for you to elaborate." Mr. Feeny deadpanned.

"What's the point, Mr. Feeny? We all know we kicked British butt." Cory threw his fist in the air.

"Winners and losers aside, General. If we do not understand history we are doomed to repeat its mistakes." Mr. Feeny explained. I often wonder how often things repeat themselves. Over the years, history seems like it was taking a step forward just to backtrack in a horrendous way.

"Oh, who cares about George Washington? Who cares about King George? Was every boring guy in history named George?" Cory exclaimed exasperatedly, before realizing what he said. "I meant every dead boring guy." He amended.

"Apparently, the past holds no fascination for you." Mr. Feeny stated, looking up at the boy.

"No. It's happened. It's done." I shifted in my seat. I understood both of their points of view but I didn't think anyone was thinking of the elephant in the room.

"It's history." Mr. Feeny said and I slowly lowered my head. Shawn kept looking over at me, either out of concern or curiosity.

"I'm saying. Perhaps we should study your history, Mr. Matthews." Our teacher said, looking at Cory expectantly.

"I have no history, Mr. Feeny. I'm eleven. I'm more interested in my future." Cory reasoned and I lowered my head even lower and continued sketching.

"Oh, well, then it might be more interesting for us to look into our futures to see if we can avoid our mistakes before they happen." Mr. Feeny explained as he stood up, then the classroom fell silent. I peered up slightly to see something that rarely ever happened. Shawn had his hand up. "Yes, Mr. Hunter?"

"Isn't that what we're doing anyways? Sunshine says that the things we learn in History are written by the people who want to control the world's precipitation." The blue eyed boy said calmly, causing everyone to look at him in shock. I didn't look at him like that though. I was just proud that he listened and understood what I had said while talking to Brianna.

"See! History is bogus! We're already working off of a faulty recipe, why not let us figure it out on our own?" Cory looked at our teacher. Mr. Feeny just smiled at Cory. Oh dear.

"Oh no, I smell an assignment." Shawn shrank in his seat.

"I swear, I didn't see it coming." Cory whined as he took his seat.

"The assignment for all of you is to create personal histories for yourselves as if you were returning for your 20th high school reunion." Mr. Feeny explained to the class and I looked at my drawings. I had no clue what I wanted to be.

"More like a preunion." Minkus said.

"Well said, Mr. Minkus." Mr. Feeny agreed. "You are the graduating class of the year 2000. What is your profession? Do you have children? Are those children tormenting their sixth-grade teacher?"

"Mr. Feeny, would it be oK if I brought my wife?" Minkus asked.

"Oh, come on, Minkus, what's going to marry you?" Shawn huffed out.

"Raven-Anniya!" Minkus sat up straighter. The class 'oohed'.

"No." I looked up from my drawing for a second.

"Oh please, you're smart enough to know I'm your only compatibility." Minkus tried to reason. Coercive of him but okay.

"Part of marriage has to be communication, consent and connectivity." I looked over at him with my 'logical face.' I've come to find that Minkus responds best to my logical face. "I've communicated my disinterest. I gave no consent and to be honest the only thing we got to connect is our above average intellect." I looked back at my sketchbook.

"You tell him, babe." Shawn ruffled my hair proudly.

"Then I'll bring my second wife." Minkus stated like it was simple.

"Cause the first wife worked out so well. What's marrying you this time?" Shawn asked, tossing a ball in the air.

"Topanga." Minkus bragged.

The class oohed again. She turned to him "Why, Stuart, I'm flattered that you would consider me as a potential life mate, but I'm not sure I even recognize the institution of marriage."

"Trust me, babe, I've seen the future... and it's me." Oh dear god!

"You're going to have HR on speed dial and a really good defence lawyer for each and every one of your misconduct allegations." I quipped, not looking up from my drawing.

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I was still trying to think of what I wanted to be for the pre union. I kept drawing blanks, Shawn kept tossing things up but nothing really felt right. "Why not? You're already the smartest person I know."

"Puppy, I can't be a teacher! I can barely talk in school enough as it is." I shot it down.

"You can talk when you're passionate about something." He started playing with my hair.

"No I don't. I'm passionate about a lot of things, I just don't think most things out loud. When I do talk to the class, I just pretend I'm only talking to you and Cory.

"You pretend you're talking to me when you rip on Minkus and Topanga?" He spoke in disbelief. He was right.

"No...but I only say what no one else would say to them." Shawn moved to sit behind me as he tied up my hair. He had been working on doing twists in my hair. I'm not really sure why but he seemed really interested in styling my hair.

"I can't believe you." Cory took his seat, staring at Shawn and shaking his head. Larry took the seat next to him as he started eating his food.

"...What?"

"First you tell me you're going to show up as a tire salesman, and now you're braiding Raven-Anniya's hair?"

"That's what my dad does. And Sunshine's got great hair."

"So?" Cory looked at him like Shawn lost his mind.

"I know what to wear. I know how to use a pressure gauge. I can spot a retread from a mile away." Shawn turned my head to the side so he could do a crown hairstyle with the twists.

"Shawn, you're so boring." Cory shook his head in disappointment.

"And lazy." Shawn said proudly, starting to colour in the sketches I made earlier.

"How about you, Larry?" Cory asked the smaller boy seated across from me.

"I got an angle." He said ominously.

"Let's hear it." Cory encouraged, waving his hand.

"I'm going to be a sixth-grade teacher. Better yet, I'm going to be Feeny." Larry boasted. I rolled my eyes. He's not going to do well.

"Why?" Shawn asked.

"Imitation is the sincerest form of butt-kissing." Larry reasoned, and I must admit, he's not wrong.

"Wait a minute. Weren't we supposed to be what we wanted to be? I mean, you're going to grow up to be your dad... and you're going to grow up to be a Feeny clone. Am I the only one left here with some vision? Raven's probably just going to grow up to..." I knew where Cory was going with it. I was just glad he caught himself before he actually said it. Shawn quickly punched Cory in the arm.

"What are you going to go as?"

"Cory Matthews... center fielder for the Philadelphia Phillies." I had to admit, that was probably the most hysterical thing I've ever heard in my life. Both Larry and Shawn seemed to agree, erupting in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"You had 31 errors in Little League last season." Shawn explained, gasping for air.

"OK, so I didn't play up to my enormous potential. Come on, guys, let's be what we really want to be. Are we going to be men... or are we going to be men with boring jobs?"

"We're going to be men!" Larry exclaimed, and the boys started barking. Why were they barking? Suddenly Shawn went wide eyed and looked over at me.

"Sunshine, you can be Nina Simone!" The amount of things that shocked me with that statement was unbelievable.

"You know who Nina Simone is?" Shawn nodded quickly.

"She sings Black Bird! You could be her!" How did I forget Shawn's love for finding songs about black birds?

"I'm not following."

"You could be a famous person who calls attention to serious issues!" He looked at me with the biggest goofy grin on his face. He reached into his bag pulling out my superhero picture. "You could be a real life superhero, Sunshine."

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Shawn and I played sandman in the park before he walked me home. I enjoyed the moments where we were just together and we didn't have to say anything, but the times we laugh and joke are my favourite. "So what are you doing for the Pre-Union?" I asked as Shawn carried me on his back. I kept tapping his shoulder so he'd avoid large cracks.

"I really don't know." He swung the door open, toeing off his shoes. I hopped off his back and put down our bags on the floor as I removed my shoes. "I was thinking of coming as a tire salesman."

We walked to the table and I gave him a plate of cookies. "I thought you said you were going to do something else." I started looking through old pictures until I saw one of my parents.

"Sunshine, are you..." He pulled my hand to see the picture. His eyes softened as he pulled me in for a hug. I'm pretty sure I was experiencing a breakdown because suddenly we were on the floor and Shawn's shirt was soaked from my tears. "I'm sorry, Raven." I don't know how long we stayed like this but he started to pull me back in my seat. "Here." He passed me a picture from a few years ago. I was smiling and dressed in my dance costume and my hair was in a low ponytail. This was before I put on the makeup.

"Thanks Shawnie." I smiled. He smiled back at me. "So...a tire salesman?"

"I think so, yeah." He shrugged. "I can see that in my future. Easy job, nice house...gorgeous wife." He lowered his head a bit when he said the last one. I started chuckling, planning on teasing him a bit.

"Who's gonna marry you?" I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.

"I don't know...I was thinking someone short, smart, witty, talented, know-it-all, bookish..."

"You know you just described Minkus right?" I started rocking on my chair.

"As I was saying, someone who makes me smile, who makes me feel like I'm more than just trailer trash..." the last one kinda made me sad. "Someone who tries to get me to do my homework with cake and who has the most amazing hair even though she doesn't let me see it in its natural state advocist artist." He finished and I laughed.

"The word is 'activist', Puppy, and I'd rather marry a garden gnome." I poked him in the forehead.

"You'd choose to marry Minkus over me?" He poked my forehead.

"No!" I cringed and began pushing my chair away. A devious smirk spread across his face.

"You said that the only way you could talk to people is if you imagine that you're talking to me and Cory..." I nodded slowly before he pulled my chair back. "Who're you going to imagine when you have to say I do?"

"I'm not going to marry you Puppy!"

"Please? I want to have a wife in the future."

"You do realize that this assignment has no real effects on our future, right?" I asked and he shrugged. Why do I even bother? Shawn got down on the floor and held up an old ring. "Where'd you get that?" I asked in awe and fear. It looked like a real stone encrusted in silver.

"My mom. She said she bought it with money from a dancing competition. I figured you'd like it." I smiled down at him.

"YOU STOLE A RING FROM YOUR MOM?!" I exclaimed. Shawn just laughed.

"Of course not. She was chucking a bunch of stuff and I asked if I could have this one. She said she didn't care." He explained. "I figured it'd be a great way to propose to my project wife."

"That's sweet, Pup." He smiled. "But I'm not marrying you for the project." He pouted but he smiled softly and slid the ring on my index finger. It was a bit loose but not enough to slide off my finger.

"I still think you should keep this." He stood back up and we continued working on our projects together.

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I walked into class wearing a black turtleneck over my favourite blue bedazzled jacket. I held a magazine Shawn had made entitled "Modern Heroes" close to my chest and the glasses I wore on days I had tests.

"Ms. Archer, pleasure to see you after all these years." Mr. Feeny spoke jovially. I offered my hand for him to shake, something I rarely ever did because people's hands are disgusting

"Hello sir. It's been a while." I replied. I had rehearsed this last night so much that Tamara and Adam decided to play along.

"Yes, it has. How have things been? What have you been up to?" He asked.

I took a deep breath and said what I practiced with Cory. "I have spent the last ten years working with Black, Indigenous and other marginalized communities to ensure that their voices are heard and not ignored by the public. As you know, the world has a tendency to put the voices of white males above everyone else's. I have worked tirelessly to fund searches for missing and murdered indigenous women. I have advocated my beliefs that those in non heterosexual relationships should be able to experience all of the same treatment of their heterosexual counterparts without discrimination and that more non straight, white, Christian narratives get told as regularly and freely through the media."

Mr. Feeny looked down with his brows raised. I'm not sure if he's impressed or not. "That's quite the portfolio, Ms. Archer."

"Thank you sir. Before I leave, would you be interested in signing my petitions?"

He smiled. "Of course. And what are we fighting for today?"

"I'm interested in composing a bill that prohibits the ability to inflate prices without ensuring that every citizen has equal or equitable access to basic human necessities such as food, housing, medicine and education." He signed that one with an agreeing nod.

"And the next one?" He asked, taking the second clipboard.

"That any and all prison inmates who have been wrongfully convicted, any family who's grieving the loss of a loved one due to police brutality, and any victim of violence (within proof and reason) will receive money from the untouched portion of American tax dollars." I stated.

"That's quite the mission. How do you think people are going to respond to that?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"Well, those who have something to gain from the victimization of these groups won't respond well. But they have to understand it's the system that made them victims, so it should be the system that should be charged." Mr. Feeny signed the next clipboard, not before adding a very large A to the top of my sheet.

"Bravo Ms. Archer. I'm excited to see what your future looks like." He smiled and turned away.

I was beaming, taking a seat by the door awaiting my boys. I was fiddling with the ring on my finger when Cory, dressed like a member of the Phillies, jogged into class. "Oh, Cornelius, you didn't." I cringed at him. "Why couldn't you choose to be a basketball player? You're good at basketball!" I whined.

"You think I'd end up over twelve feet tall?" He quipped back sarcastically and I had to concede because he was right. Allan was only about 5'10. Cory and I just sat and waited for Shawn as we read a Captain America comic. I really liked Bucky.

"Raven-Anniya? What's your obsession with Bucky Barnes?" Cory asked, seeing me completely skip over the scene where he dies.

"I just like him. He's one of my favourites." I answered and was about to continue reading when Shawn walked in.

"A tire salesman. I can't believe you came as a tire salesman."

"And muffler specialist."

"What's with the big gut?"

"My dad's fat, my uncle's fat, my grandpa's fat. Let's face it, Cor, I'm going to be fat."

Cory left Shawn and I to have a turn with Feeny. "So...look what I found." Shawn reached into his pocket and pulled out a picture of us from many years ago. I remembered that day. When I was five, my mom and dad left for New York. I didn't really remember why but I did remember being sad because I was leaving my first friends from kindergarten. What I didn't remember until later, was that I not only used to live in Philadelphia but that I had met Shawn and Cory back when I pretended to be asleep at nap time.

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1988

"Come on, Sweetie. You have to go inside." My dad was practically pushing me into the building. I was refusing to go back inside because of the day before. A girl had stuck a wad of gum in my hair and I was not interested in going back there.

"Hi Mr. Archer, Raven getting clingy?" My teacher asked and I glared at her. She made the executive decision to rip out my hair in order to get the gum. She then asked a kid to get her some scissors.

"She tried to cut me!" I pointed to her and her face went white. I wasn't the most articulate 4 year old. I also didn't understand the weight of an accusation like that but to be fair...you should never try to cut a child's hair to remove gum.

My teacher started laughing nervously. "What an active imagination your daughter has." She looked so uncomfortable.

I just looked at my dad and pointed to the small section of my hair that still had some remnants of the gum despite my best efforts to get it out. My mom said she'd cut it properly on the weekend. I guess she didn't tell my dad.

"Did you...try to cut her hair?" My dad asked, lifting me up.

"I was only trying to help. I suggested that I cut it out but she didn't want me to so I let it go." She said, almost pleading with my dad to believe her.

"But miss, you asked Cory to get you the scissors." A little boy stood at the door next to another curly haired boy.

When my dad put me down, the first boy walked up to me and looked in my hair. His friend looked up at my dad. "Use coke. It worked for me when my brother put gum in my hair." I remember my dad looking at these 2 boys then bursting out laughing.

"Okay, Ray. Daddy's gonna go now, but be good and make new friends." He pushed me into the boys before he pulled out his camera. I never understood why he walked around with it. "Now say CHEESE!"

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Present day.

I looked at the Polaroid picture before turning it over. In my dad's handwriting. 'My baby's KG wedding.' I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Why do you have this?" Shawn peeked over my shoulder for a second.

"So I can show Feeny that we're married." He said before running to our teacher.

"SHAWN, NO!!!"

(A/N: Adding more backstory also Shawn being the chaotic child I believe him to be. Thanks for reading)

#please dont steal #my story #black reader #boy meets world #shawn hunter x oc #black oc

[sio-writes]

Monstober Day 1!

Today’s Prompt is: Wings, Romanced, and Scary but Gentle! (SFW - 3.5k  words)

We have a scary shadow monster who just wants the attention of our female MC, but doesn’t quite know how to go about it. TW for past character deaths, and as always take care of yourselves!

It started with the note on your doorstep, a small folded piece of paper with black marks of questionable origin at the corners, as if the person handling the note had stained their hands with ink, and folded the paper in shaking hands before placing it carefully on your doorstep. The note was accompanied by a single rose that was all but torn off the bush, petals falling off, a stem as long as your arm, and thorns that poke your skin. The note is a single word, hastily scribbled on the page that it may as well be an afterthought: Hi.

You look up and down the street, trying to peer through the curtain of darkness beyond the streetlight, your eyes forming shapes where none exist. It does nothing to calm your nerves. Stalkers are a thing for celebrities, true crime documentaries. It could never--should never!--happen to you. This could only lead to your face being plastered all over the news. Missing girl, presumed dead. She is survived by her golden retriever, Kat.

Seeing nothing, you turn back into your house. You had originally opened the door to go grab the mail, but your surprise delivery chucked that option right out the window. You flip the note in your hands, continuing the eventual news story of your death as you contemplate opening the letter.

"Back to you Susan. Why yes, Kat is a ridiculously dumb name for a dog. Maybe that's why the killer decided to go for her. She lived alone, in a stupidly clean house left by her parents. She has no family--oh what a poor dear--her friends described her as awkward, kinda shifty, and--"

Okay, this is getting depressing. 

You briefly contemplate throwing the rose in the garbage disposal, but settle for shoving it in the trash, underneath the last of your sister's magazines that you fished from underneath her bed. No names come to mind of this…whoever dropped this note. The only people who had ever given you flowers were your parents on Valentine's Day, and the funeral director after you buried everyone. The whole house smelled like perfume for weeks, and you still found the dried up remains of petals and leaves when you swept the house every weekend. It couldn't be anyone at the college, the campus is so big you're practically invisible, just the way you like it.

Was this some sick joke? A prankster poking fun at your tragedy? If so, why would they leave such an…awkward note?

Hi? Hardly Ted Bundy. Maybe that's how it all starts, though. 

The small, cryptic note flutters out of your fingers and to the top of the trash can. You close the lid and that's the last you think about it. 

***

That is, until you nearly step on a candy bar with a small white paper attached to the front.

This paper is larger than the first, and it reads: 

    I realized too late how absolutely horrifying it is to get a single rose on your doorstep in the middle of the night. I promise I'm not a murderer, I'm just extremely, unbelievably awkward. So please don't call the cops I haven't talked to a human in So I thought a gift left during the day would be better. I put my number on If you don't like chocolate I left some money in the card, but girls still like chocolate, right? Anyway, would you want to meet up in the park tonight at sunset? A good public place I'll be there under that massive ass oak tree on the far end but like if you don't show I'll take the hint and leave you alone forever.

You smile despite yourself. It's endearing, this scribbled note, something you could imagine hastily shoved into your locker in high school. It could have come from anyone, but you're the only college-age person on this block. There are a few houses for rent in the neighborhood that have been taken up by students around your age range. But do you just go knock on their door and ask? Just…introduce yourself? You quickly banish the thought from your mind. Hell no.

What to do about this note? You wonder as you wander from the front door and into the living room. You could report it to the police, but they won't do anything until you're actually being attacked. The note did say that if you didn't show that they'd leave you alone, but you can't exactly take a stranger at their word. Besides, it wasn't like they were sending you severed heads or anything. Just a…really badly trimmed rose and a chocolate bar you wouldn't eat.

You're not known for taking risks, but maybe this one might not end in your body parts being sent to the police. You've packed a bag full of snacks, a cooler of drinks to act as a weapon should you need it, and grabbed your dad's bullhorn from the garage before heading out towards the park.

It's not a huge park, it's more like a few empty lots thrown together with a sidewalk around the perimeter. They added some nice trees a few years back, though, so at least it feels like a proper park when you jump the gate.

The park is empty, and dark, and creepy turns into terrifying when you spot your mystery date. They're hunched over like a grandma, underneath a large blanket that does nothing but add another tick to your "Creepy Fucking Things" list.

You stand a good twenty feet back and shout just loud enough so they'll hear you, "I have the police back there."

They scoff, a teenage male voice sounding out, "No you don't." It's like there's two people speaking at once.

You take a step forward and ready your cooler bag. It's heavy as hell. "So why're you hiding?"

The form moves like they're shaking their head. "I'm just pretty scary lookin' and I didn't want you to run off."

You squint. "Scary how?"

There's a long pause, then he steps around the tree, and your breath catches in your throat. He's at least six feet tall, and completely covered in shadow. With the light of the streetlamp you can make out a large humanoid body, with massive clawed feet and curling horns. A long tail wraps around one muscled leg, and the blanket falls away to reveal a pair of massive bat-like wings. Set in their face is two glowing white eyes, illuminating their features that are as inhuman as the rest of them.

The voice that comes out is the same, that layered teenage male, and you see why when a mouth opens not only in the face, but on the side of the neck. "Please don't scream."

You're too frozen to scream, let alone run for the hills like your brain is forcefully telling you to.

He sits heavily on the ground, hands held up in surrender. On the ground lays a layer of soot from where he stood, and you shiver at the cleaning nightmare.

Instead of running, you thrust your hand out, and offer your name.

The shadow looks surprised, eyes widening before reaching out with one cloudy hand and enveloping yours in it. His movements are stilted, but not nervous, like a stop-motion film you saw in your history class.

"Nice to meet you," he says quietly, and sits on the bare ground. "I'd tell you my name, but I don't remember it."

Looking down at your hand, you see he also left a layer of black soot. 

Just past sunset, you can see some of the animals are still awake. A crowd of ducks makes their way towards you, quacking happily. You sit across from him, ignoring the wet grass and how it sinks into your jeans.

He fiddles with his hands for a moment before speaking up, "Did you like the chocolate?"

"How do you know where I live?" you ask a little forcefully.

He cringes away, shoulders hunching around his ears. "I've seen you walk into that house before."

"You were following me."

"No! Fuck no. I was in the woods across the street and just happened to see you come out of the house."

You fold your arms over your chest and hum, unconvinced. "And you were just going to keep leaving creepy messages on my doorstep." He withers under your skeptical look.

"I don't have a cell phone, and I thought it would be even creepier if I called you out of nowhere." He holds up a bag, and you think it's for you until he reaches inside and pulls out a handful of halved grapes. As he tosses them to the ducks, he says, "I'm not here to hurt you, I promise."

"Then why are you here?" You narrow your eyes.

"Because you can see me."

"See you," you respond flatly.

"Yeah," he nods. "Most people can't. Well, everyone in the world except my parents, and these ducks, and apparently you."

"Why?" you ask, tone harsh.

"Haven't the foggiest. I did consider calling you to explain first, though."

"You have my number?"

He shrugs, tossing a halved grape to a duck. "Phonebook. You're the only one on that street with a landline anymore."

You think of the five pound tome that you use to press flowers currently sitting in your kitchen. You'd never bothered to look into it before, but you make a mental note to call someone about removing your address. "Not many people have phonebooks either," you mumble, and the darkness is split by a wide grin.

"I really am sorry I scared you. I was only trying to woo you."

You grin. "Woo me, huh? By stealing greenery and leaving horrifying notes?" The fear from earlier is ebbing. If he really did want to hurt you, he could've done so weeks ago.

He shrinks away from you, looking at the ground and meekly tossing more halved grapes. "It's what I've seen in all the movies. Would it have been less creepy if I had knocked on your door?"

Automatically, you open your mouth to disagree, but thinking about it…Yeah you would've called an exorcist.

He scoffs. "That's what I thought," he says.

Conversation rolls easy between you two, so easy that an hour passes without you realizing it until he runs out of grapes.

"Your pet dog is named…cat?" He brings up two arms and holds them to his head, fingers crooked in the facsimile of ears. His head falls to one side and you suppress a smile. Adorable.

"Yes, Kat with a K. She's named after my old cat, Lassie."

He doesn't respond, only blinks owlishly at you, and you assume the joke is lost on him.

"Never mind," you shake your head and, wanting to avoid the awkwardness, turn to the small cooler you brought. "Want a drink? Do you…drink?"

He shrugs, looking down at the ground. "It won't taste like anything--Wait, no, it tastes like tap water, and I hate tap water."

"You know what tap water is?"

He gives you a blank expression. "I'm not that old."

"How old are you?"

"What year is it?"

"2022."

He grins. "Shit, I must be at least 50, then. That's trippy as hell."

"But you sound like you're my age."

"I was, uh," he starts, and you see his head bowed in concentration. "I was somewhere around there when I--" he stops, and both mouths are set into a frown. "When I…" He blinks several times, distracted and far off. "Shit, I don't remember how old I am."

"You haven't always been like this?"

He shakes his head. "Nope, fucked up and got cursed, I think."

You tilt your head. "Can I ask what happened?"

He looks around, the empty park. Well, empty except for the ducks.

"I used to live here--" he gestures with one arm, soot flying into the breeze. "In this neighborhood. Back in the 90's. My little brother-- he was possessed by, god I still don't know what it was--a spirit? A demon? Something. Anyway, we did everything we could. We called priests, mediums, we moved houses, tore down the old one. Shit, I remember the Satanic Temple knocking on our door. Everything. The only thing that worked was this Wiccan we found in the phonebook. She brought crystals and a…Bee Gees board? And we pulled that thing out of my brother--it was ugly as shit--and I tried to do what that girl said, I really did!" He stops, his hands falling to his side. "But something…went wrong. I still don't know what. The thing went back for my brother and I jumped in front of it and--" He stops, taking a deep breath. "Next thing I know," he waves his arm, and a cascade of soot falls to the ground.

He sighs through his nose. "My bro moved out first chance he got, but my folks, they--" he runs a hand over his head, like he's pushing back a mop of hair.

"I know I look whack, but I don't feel anything in there--" he taps his chest with one long finger. "The demon, I mean. I think we killed it, but it left me like this. One last fuck you, I guess. We tried everything again a second time to get it out of me. Pretty sure my parents had our priest on speed-dial. My folks stuck around because they're awesome, but no one could see me except them."

"What did you do?"

He barks a laugh, sharp and humorless and doubled from both mouths. "It's not like I could go to back to school. I putzed around with online schooling once that hit big, but like--what's the point? What was I gonna do with that?"

You grimace. "I'm so sorry."

"I got super into video games, fuckin' crushed Donkey Kong and Mario. But my folks, they--" he sighs. "They just kept getting older. One day my dad had a stroke and my mom couldn't take care of the house on her own. I helped all I could, but I was--am--ridiculously depressed."

You rest a hand on his arm, offering an understanding expression. You want to say that he doesn't have to offer his life story, but you get the feeling that he hasn't talked to anyone in at least a decade. It hasn't been a decade for you, but you know the feeling of not talking to anyone. Not wanting to burden them with your problems.

He takes a sharp inhale, looking out at the ducks like an audience. "Being invisible, I guess I could go anywhere I want, but like-- and I tried to, explored the West Coast and basically walked from here to Alaska, but I was by myself. I didn't--couldn't--talk to a single person." He looks at you, then down at the hand on his arm as if just now realizing it was there. "So I thought that maybe someone around here would be able to see me. Eventually." He smiles at you. "And I was right."

You shiver, the night is getting cold, but you don't want to be alone. First impressions aside, this has been…nice. Comforting, even. He offers you the blanket he'd used to conceal himself earlier, and it takes the bite out of the wind.

You narrow your eyes in concern, pulling the blanket around your shoulders. "Aren't you cold?" 

He shrugs. "Everything is cold. Not like in the snow, but when the A/C is turned down too low, or your fan is just a little too fast and you don't have a blanket. There's a small breeze, every so often, that I can't get used to." He scuffs the ground with one big hand, looking down sheepishly. "But seeing you made me feel warm again."

The following silence is awkward, you want to offer him another drink or something, but there's something about sitting under the stars that has a calming effect on you. So you let the moment sit, soaking in the fact that the being next to you just confessed something big, and that's okay.

He's the one to break the silence, "So what about you?"

You pull your gaze from the sky and look to him. "Me?"

"Yeah. You're practically my age, but you're here all by yourself. I do nothing but look through windows to watch TV all day and--like no offense, but with the housing market the way it is and jobs so different nowadays…"

"What're you getting at," you snap, sharper than you intended by the way he flinches back, and guilt makes you snap your mouth shut.

"All I'm saying is that a millennial shouldn't be able to own a house. Not unless you're…" he shimmies his shoulders to mimic…something exotic you assume. 

You cock an eyebrow and he holds his hands up. "I'm just saying! I've never seen you leave the house."

You sigh heavily, one arm uncrossing to pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm not a stripper, or whatever you thought you were miming there. My parents died."

He flinches. "Shit."

"My sister too. Car crash. I was the only survivor."

 "That's awful."

You shrug. "It…it happens."

He reaches out, grabs your hand. You want to shudder at the imprint of burnt ash, seeping into the cracks of your skin. But it's outweighed by the comfort, the relief that comes with the weight of another hand in yours.

"They left you the house?"

"Mom and Dad both had good jobs and the house was already paid off when they…" You look around the park, just like he had earlier. It's just like the kitchen. Just like your room. Just like home. Empty. "I was already 18, and didn't see the point in wasting their life insurance on another one."

"Do you hate it?"

You hadn't thought about that. "Sometimes. But mostly it's just…sad. I finally cleaned out my sister's room last week, and it felt like I was throwing her out. Everything feels…old. Stale. But I can 't bring myself to change any of it. I don't…" you sniff, fighting back tears. "I don't want to forget them."

His thumb rubs over your hand. "I think you should leave."

You snatch your hand out of his. "I'm not selling it."

"I didn't say to sell it! I said get out." He reaches for you, grabbing for your arm. "You said it's already paid off right? So why not go somewhere? Travel a little? I know a great spot on Route 66 for pancakes."

You give him a disgusted look, like the very thought of leaving makes you sick. But it's the thought of staying that's making you feel like this. Day in and day out, it's been the same since you came back home.

He lets go of your arm, and you try not to brush away the layer of soot. "Listen, I spent so long cooped up with my folks, I started to hate it, hate them. It wasn't their fault, and I don't think it was mine either. I think it was just…being stuck in that fucking house really got to me, man. I think it's getting to you, too."

The vice over your heart starts to loosen. "...You mean it?"

"Sure I do! I mean, if you want to…"

"What about college?"

He throws his hands up, excited now. "It's not goin' anywhere! Enroll when you get back!"

"A-And we'd come back here?" You bite at your thumb, nervous.

"Home base, baby! You gotta have an anchor."

Okay, it sounds like a good idea. A great idea, actually. You'd have a friend--or something more-- to go with, someone to talk to."...Okay."

"Wait what?"

You said it, you're on board, now it's in your veins, pumping you up. "I said okay! Let's go!"

His face breaks into a grin along with the mouth on his neck, and he launches forward to tackle you to the ground in a hug. His form is mostly shadow, but he's soft against you, and cool to the touch. Still a solid presence. 

"We have to bring Kat, though."

"Of course, of course!"

You're actually doing this. You've known this guy for all of two hours and you're going road-tripping with him. And oddly enough, that doesn’t scare you at all.

***

"That everything?" he asks as you slam the trunk of your dad's car closed. Well, it's been your car for a few years now, but you still think of it as his.

"Yep," you say, pushing your sleeves up your elbows and mentally running through a list of items. Wallet and keys, got 'em. Clothes, check. Bathroom stuff, check. Snacks and drinks for the road, check. Kat and her stuff, all sitting in the back seat. Your road-trip buddy is sitting in the passenger seat, fascinated by the electric seat warmers.

As you climb into the car, you turn to him. "I can't do this. I can't keep calling you Shadow." You make a face at the comparison your brain makes to the hedgehog.

"Why not?" he says, maneuvering the chair as far back as it'll go until Kat starts licking his face. The dog seeing him had been another surprise. "I think it makes me sound cool--Oh! What about Shane? It's kinda like Shade, but not, ya dig?"

"Okay Shane," you draw out his name. "Where to?"

"Hmm," Shane hums, and begins telling you about the wonders of the West Coast. You realized very quickly that he will talk until your ears bleed, so as you pull out of the driveway, you get one more look at your house, tears pricking your eyes as you imagine your family all waving you off.

"I'll be right back."

***

Tomorrow is Tails, mind-break, Language barrier-- See you all then!

#my writing #monstober #day 1 #terato #exophillia #teratophillia #shadow monster #monster boyfriend #SFW. #this was a CRUNCH #but i'm happy with it

[artsysmadworld]

Operation Save Aaron pt. 6

Content warning: blood

Continuing from this

Characters:

Anna the unaffected human

Elise the armed serpent

Aaron the mutant cat

Anna: Aaron! Aaron, we've found you-

Aaron: Leave.

Anna: ...Aaron?

Aaron: I said leave. Leave me alone before I hurt you even more...

Elise: Aaron, please. We've come all the way from the city to save you.

Aaron: And in doing so, you've gotten yourself in terrible trouble. Please, it's better you save yourself.

Anna: Ok, cut that nonsense. Aaron, we are your best friends. And best friends don't leave each other behind. So, come home with us.

Aaron: And what if Damien returns?

Anna: He has a stupid little town. We have the whole of America to hide from him. He'll get tired of us eventually.

Aaron: I wish you could be right. But, he has pawns under his control. We're nobodies. We have nothing.

Anna: That's it. If we can't convince you, then I guess I-

Aaron threatens with a shadow arm Anna and Elise.

Aaron: I'm not the Aaron you remembered. Not anymore, at least. Since you two left, he's changed me. He excited me until I'm excited no more. I'm powerful, but uncontrollable. He put a leash on me, but I escaped. So he locked me inside of his mansion. So please, for the sake of my love for you two, leave and save yourselves.

Elise: God...What do we do, Anna?

Anna: Hm...Well Aaron, since you insist so much, I guess we do have to leave.

Elise: Anna?!

Aaron: Thank you, Anna. Good Lord, I can't help myself to look at you two. But thank you for always being there with me. This is goodbye. Forever.

Anna: Goodbye to you too, dear friend.

Elise: Anna, you can't be serious.

Anna: I am, Elise. This is Aaron's wish and we have to respect it. This decision is out of love. Our love for each other. I guess it's like what happened to the French. They abandoned their king and made their own country.

Aaron: What?

Anna: That's what happened, right?

Aaron: That...never happened. When are you talking about?

Anna: The French Revolution.

Aaron: King Louis XVI? He didn't just get abandoned, they straight up chopped his head off.

Anna: Wait, for real?

Aaron: Yeah for real!

Elise: (...Ohhhhh.....) Oh wow, what did he do?

Aaron: Well, he was just terrible at running the economy. He was spending away at jewellery and such instead of taking care of his kingdom. He also waged a lot of wars—colonialisation era—which used up more of the French finances. Though, what you said before actually matches with the second Chinese revolution, which resulted in the creation of Taiwan as its own country.

Anna: So...let me get this straight...You're not the Aaron we used to know?

Aaron: ...Well...

Anna: It's okay. You can look at us.

Aaron turns around. Realisation hits. Though Damien has aroused him and kept intimacy, the two people he's staring at know him deeply. And he knows them deeply as well. He stands up and sprints towards them.

Aaron: I can't believe you guys made me nerd out to realise who I was.

Anna: That's what we love about you.

Aaron: God...Thank you. Both of you. You're right, you came all this way to save me. God, how foolish I was.

Elise: We forgive you, Aaron. It's all in the past now.

Aaron: Thank you. I guess that's history for us to learn. Also, I can't believe you're wearing those stupid robes.

Anna: Rich coming from you.

Aaron: Hey!...Fair.

Elise: Ahaha! Well, I think we've had enough chaos for one day.

Aaron: A-gree! Let's go home now.

Anna: Yeah well...we haven't thought of that.

Aaron: Well you haven't. But...you did see me use those shadow portals.

Anna: Oh YES! We can totally use that!

Aaron: Well, just hop on in. We'll get out of town undetected.

Anna: Yeah, good thing Damien and the others are still distracted. Let's go, Elise.

Elise doesn't answer.

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There's no answer from Elise

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The soul of Elise has left the puppet body. The blood that stained the sword and the floor has disintegrated. The puppet is now lifeless.

Part 7

#world plague #artsy's world plague #apocalyptic fiction #oc lore #oc writing #amwriting #apocalypse #oc story #fantasy #original writing #writeblr #oc angst #writers on tumblr

[matching-for-you]

hi, can i be matched with stranger things and attack on titan please? my name's lilith i'm 18, my pronouns are she/they and i'm a queerplatonic aroace, so i don't have a gender preference, but i'd prefer not being matched with any kids. i'm a stubborn, kinda bossy, brutally honest, sarcastic, clingy and person. people say i'm mature, smart and creative and yes, i agree, but i think i become a total different person when i get too comfortable. i love music and i've been singing with a vocal coach for three years by now. i like spending time at my music academy in which all the members are my second family as i grew up with my blood-related relatives fighting each others for some kind of stuff i don't know about (thank god things recently changed a little bit). i lost my grandmothers in law, my cousin abandoned me for protection as she had brain cancer and died eight months later and my dad due skin cancer. i also recently got a trauma for moving in a new house, i was actually excited at the beginning, but really it's driving me crazy. i'm 5'11", chubby, pale skin, button nose, i wear a fake septum piercing sometimes (i'm allergic to real ones :/), black slowly turning back to brown hair with undercut and bangs, dark hazelnut brown eyes and i wear black glasses. i also wear a tattoo choker and a necklace with a note shaped charm (gift from a dear friend) and i never take it off since then. i was actually scared to wear necklaces to sleep, fearing i would suffocate or accidentally hang myself, but with her necklace, i have no fear to sleep in it, actually when i have anxiety or panic attacks, i hold it so tight to remind myself she's with me, always. my aesthetic is hipster or grunge. i think that's enough. bye!!

hello lilith! (based on the information you’ve given me we should totally be friends)

for stranger things, i think you’d be a great match with eddie! with his not caring attitude, and your attentive attitude, you’d balance yourselves out very nicely. you’d be there to stop eddie from doing anything stupid, and he’d be there to stop you from completely avoid doing something stupid.

for attack on titan, this was tough. maybe jean. you and jean would be a good match because you’re both passionate about the people you care about. jean had a dear friend that he thinks about when he has to make any tough decisions, and you think about your dear friend when you get anxious. with that being said, he’d totally let you vent to him about the people you’ve lost as long as you let him as well.

#matchups #MATCHUPS #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kiojin #shingeki no kyoujin #st #stranger things #stranger things matchups #attack on titan matchups #shigeki no kyojin matchups

[outcast-thingz]

Chapter 5:

That Went... Well?

It'd only been maybe an hour's worth of searching but it felt like ten as far as Galieo was concerned.

"What if she lived in the woods. I doubt we'll find her"

"Atticus don't even joke like that."

"I wasn't, but whatever helps you sleep at night" the blonde shrugs. Both boys' attention are caught by the excited barks from Sweetpea and the shriek that followed. Running over the find the young woman half way up a rope that led to a tree house.

"Go. The FuCk. Away!"

"Can you hear us out for a second?"

"If it gets you to go back to that wretched house then yes." Her voice was a bit rugged both from anger and sickness.

"Let me put it this way dear: you still looked sweaty as hell when we got back, looked wondered after throwing a can, not to mention you look like yer two seconds from dropping off that rope ther-." He brings his hands up like a closed book, "to sum up, and excuse my language.." he opens his hands "you look like shit"

"Did you come all the way out here to tell me? I'm not afraid to punch you pretty boy, guard -dogs- or not"

"N-no, no. Of course not I-"

"Fuck this. I'm going up" the young women starts climbing up th erope.

"Wait just! -ugh.." Galieo sighs, "please let us help you. I don't know what yer house situation is like-"

"You're looking at it dumbass"

"Oh good heavens... *clears his throat* BuT none of us really feel comfortable about leaving a sick person to fend for themself in the middle of the woods." After Galieo finishes Atticus shrugs, Galieo elbows him for this. Styx sighs,

"Whatever. You guys owe me anyways." She states as she resumes her climb up the rope."

"Right- wait es-scu-zy?"

"You're not suppose to have pets, it's like the second thing in the listing. So when you leave i gotta make it look like that horse-sized pup was never there."

"Does that mean you'll come back?"

"Did you rub your last to braincells to come with that answer? ..yes. Just let me grab some stuff." She pauses at the top and peaks her head over the railing. "You all know how fucking creepy this all sounds right?" She leave before either boy can Asner to let them simmer in the thought.

Galieo sighs, his shoulders slumping down, "Y-yeah... I know." Ten minutes of twiddling thumbs later *plop* the sudden drop of a duffle bag made the poor man yelp and Styx snicker. As if karma was listening she started coughing and nearly fell off the rope. "Please be careful." The worried man sighs.

"It's going to take more than a fall to kill me, sunshine." Styx states sharing an eye roll with Atticus when Galieo does a bashful look-away.

'He gets that way with any nickname' Atticus signs with another eye roll.

'One of those people.. Bet he mixes up insults with compliments. H-i-m-b-o?' She signs and snickers when the blonde nods in agreement.

"Secrets don't make friend, you two!" The 'Himbo' pouts only to recieve more eye rolls.

"Seems like it's making friends just fine right now." This comments manages to crack a chuckle from Atticus.

"Yeah well..." Galieo huffs, "you keep rolling your eyes they're gonna get stuck in yer head."

The rest of the walk ended up being pretty quiet. This didn't bother Styx or Atticus but was practically killing Galieo.

"There you guys are. I was worried you'd gotten yourselves lost." Kyran greets the group only to recieve sighs and silence. The red head clears his throat, "well, lunch is ready!" He retracts back into the kitchen. He pours everyone a bowl of the soup. The group makes their way to the table and the boys each take a seat. The three of them give Styx a weird look.

"You know you can take a seat, right, hun?" Galieo spoke in a soft voice trying not to offend her.

"Don't call me hun."

"Habit, sorry. I don't rightly think we caught your name?"

"Cause I didn't throw it." She says then clicks her tounge. After expectant silences from the boys she huffs, "you may call me Styx."

"-Kay, well you can take a seat Styx, I promise we don't bite." Galieo pauses, "well- I can't guarantee Kyran won't, living embodiment of gremlins."

"Hey-... actually, you right." Kyran grins and sits at the head of the table.

"Damn right I'm right!" His brother huffs. It was once all three boys were seated that Styx took her seat. All three of them notices this and the fact that she didn't start eating till all three of them has taken a bite. Despite the confused and concerned glances they shared with one other, not one of them asked about it.

Unfortunately lunch and later dinner ended up being pretty awkward. Any attempt to make conversation with Styx was either shut down or met with silence. Even so, when everyone was finished with their food Styx took up their dishes and washed them all. Galieo attempted to offer to take over but quickly shot down and shooed out of the kitchen.

"You still sure about asking her to come on the trip with us? You realize how weird and insane that is right?" Galieo asks in a hushed voice. An amused grin stretches across Kyran's face as light seems to dance in his eyes.

"Yeah dude. If she says no then 'oh well her loss' but I'm telling you she's not gonna say no. I can feel it in my bones, this is so meant to happen"

"You're scary sometimes Kyri, you know that? And bat-shit crazy too"

"Awe thank you. Life isn't fun if I'm not."

Tagglist: @bisexual-confusion @gayfanficanonymous @yeet-man @astro-pioneer

#this is on the shorter side #so is chapter six #we'll see how chapter sevem turns out #outcast squad chapters #outcast squad #the outcast squad

[skullytrickybonez]

how dire  and life threatening me😭 but this is my short story. Why I came tumblr to ask for help.

I am a young indigenous latin mother. It is very sad to have to ask for help in this way, but my salary is not enough. I owe 2 months rent and food is running out. After months of suffering because of renal cancer my husband passed away. after a long battle from radiotheraphy he left us alone i have 1 little son left on me. please help me raise$1500, I don't really have enough fund right now to cover my rent and food.

If you feel able to help me please donate some money or give away your share.

Oh dear I am terribly so very sorry to hear that and i am so sorry for your lost of your husband but I've hope that you're doing alright i am sending my prayers and love and support and full of positive vibes and my condolences to you,your friend's and the rest of your family so then get well very soon and I've will love to donate right now but I'm very sorry i just can't do it right now just please listen to me and just understand this i am just not interested with that stuff that is going on but hopefully that i am truly wishing you for the best yet brighter future for you,your friend's and even your family believe me and but I've hope that you,your friend's your family is doing alright and doing very well so then take good care of yourselves and stay safe okay so then take good care of yourselves,stay safe,stay positive and most importantly of all stay very cool. -Skullytrickybonez

[dfroza]

“Shine like stars across the land.”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 2nd chapter of the letter of Philippians:

If you find any comfort from being in the Anointed, if His love brings you some encouragement, if you experience true companionship with the Spirit, if His tenderness and mercy fill your heart; then, brothers and sisters, here is one thing that would complete my joy—come together as one in mind and spirit and purpose, sharing in the same love. Don’t let selfishness and prideful agendas take over. Embrace true humility, and lift your heads to extend love to others. Get beyond yourselves and protecting your own interests; be sincere, and secure your neighbors’ interests first.

In other words, adopt the mind-set of Jesus the Anointed. Live with His attitude in your hearts. Remember:

Though He was in the form of God,

He chose not to cling to equality with God;

But He poured Himself out to fill a vessel brand new;

a servant in form

and a man indeed.

The very likeness of humanity,

He humbled Himself,

obedient to death—

a merciless death on the cross!

So God raised Him up to the highest place

and gave Him the name above all.

So when His name is called,

every knee will bow,

in heaven, on earth, and below.

And every tongue will confess

“Jesus, the Anointed One, is Lord,”

to the glory of God our Father!

So now, my beloved, obey as you have always done, not only when I am with you, but even more so when I can’t be. Continue to work out your salvation, with great fear and trembling, because God is energizing you so that you will desire and do what always pleases Him.

Do all things without complaining or bickering with each other, so you will be found innocent and blameless; you are God’s children called to live without a single stain on your reputations among this perverted and crooked generation. Shine like stars across the land. Cling to the word of life so that on the day of judgment when the Anointed One returns I may have reason to rejoice, because it will be plain that I didn’t turn from His mission nor did I work in vain. Even if my lifeblood is to be poured out like wine as a sacrifice of your faith, I have great reason to celebrate with all of you. And for the same reason, you can be glad and celebrate with me.

I hope in the Lord Jesus to send Timothy your way. He will visit soon so that he may report to me how you are doing. To hear all that is going on with you will truly encourage my heart. There is no one like Timothy. What sets him apart from others is his deep concern for you and your spiritual journey. This is rare, my friends, for most people only care about themselves, not about what is dear to the heart of Jesus the Anointed. You know Timothy is genuine in the Lord’s ways. He has been a faithful partner to me as we express the good news, as much as my own flesh and blood would have been. I expect to send him soon, and I will as soon as I see how things turn out here. I trust in the Lord that it won’t be very long before I can come and be with you in person.

But for now, I think it is best to send Epaphroditus home to you. He has become my dear brother in the Lord. We have worked well together and fought great battles together, and he was an encouraging minister to me in my time of need. He could not wait to see you all. He was concerned for you when he found out you knew how sick he really was. In fact, he nearly died. But once again, God was exceedingly kind and covered him with His mercy. And I, too, by His mercy, have been spared sorrow on top of sorrow.

I am so excited to be sending him back to you! I can picture the joy on your faces when he arrives; I can feel my worries falling away. Welcome him joyfully in the Lord. Esteem all spiritual leaders like Epaphroditus because he placed his life in grave danger for the work of the Anointed; he risked his life to serve me when you couldn’t.

The Letter of Philippians, Chapter 2 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Paul describes a community where every person considers the needs of others first and does nothing from selfishness; it pulls together rather than pulls apart, and it is a body that knows its purpose and lets nothing interfere with it. It is an extended spiritual family where others line up to become part of this sacred assembly and to make it their home because they feel encouragement and know they are truly loved. So Paul urges the Philippians to strive for this radical unity and fulfill his joy by having the mind of Jesus who humbled Himself, became a servant, and suffered the death of the cross. Jesus becomes the example of humility and service, leading to the kind of unity Paul imagines.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 44th chapter of the book of Jeremiah:

This is the message that came to Jeremiah concerning the Judeans living in the northern Egyptian cities of Migdol, Tahpanhes, Memphis, and the southern region of Pathros.

Jeremiah: This is what the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel, has to say: “You saw what happened to Jerusalem and the towns of Judah when the people disobeyed Me. I brought disaster upon them because of their wickedness, and now the cities are in ruins and no one dares to live there. The people infuriated Me when they burned incense and worshiped other so-called gods that neither they nor you nor any of your ancestors ever knew. Time after time I would send My servants, the prophets, saying, ‘Oh, stop doing these disgusting things. You know I hate them!’ Still they refused to listen and ignored what I had to say; they refused to abandon their wicked ways and kept burning incense to other gods. Therefore, My hot anger was poured out; it raged and burned its way through the towns and villages of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem. That is why they are a desolate wasteland today.”

And now the Eternal God, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel, asks: “Why are you doing this to yourselves again? Why are you bringing further disaster upon yourselves and all your people? For there will be no man or woman, no infant or child who will survive this onslaught and return to Judah from this place. Why do you stir up My anger with your handmade idols and the incense you burn to the gods here in the land of Egypt where you are determined to live? You will destroy yourselves and become objects of scorn and cursing to the nations of the earth. Have you forgotten the evil committed by your ancestors, the kings of Judah and their wives? What about the evil that you and your wives committed throughout the land of Judah and on every street in Jerusalem? To this day, I’ve seen no evidence of sorrow or regret for what has been done by My people. They have shown no reverence for Me, nor have they obeyed My law and the decrees I set before them and their ancestors.”

Therefore, the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel, now declares: “Look! I have decided to destroy you and bring disaster on all of Judah. I will wipe out the remnant of Judah who were so determined to make a new start and settle in Egypt despite My command, and I will finish it there. They will all die in Egypt, from the least to the greatest, either from war or famine. I will make them a horror, a disgrace, an object of scorn and cursing. I will punish those living in Egypt with war, famine, and disease, just as I punished unfaithful Jerusalem. None of those who made it out of Judah alive and fled to Egypt will survive. None of them will escape what is coming. None of them—except for a few fugitives—will ever return to the land of Judah for which they long.

All the men who were aware that their wives had been burning incense to other gods gathered in a large crowd, along with the women. They had come from the northern cities of Egypt and the region of Pathros to the south to speak with Jeremiah.

People: We will not listen to you or the message you claim comes from the Eternal! We are going to stand by our own word: we will burn incense and pour out our drink offerings to the queen of heaven just as we have always done—just as our ancestors, our kings, and our officials did in the towns of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem. Back then we had plenty to eat, and no harm came to us. But ever since we stopped burning incense to the queen of heaven and pouring out our drink offerings to her, we’ve not had enough of anything. Besides that, we are being finished off by war and famine.

Women (to Jeremiah): Do you think our husbands didn’t know and approve of the fact that we were burning incense to the queen of heaven and pouring out drink offerings to her? How could we have baked bread marked with her image and poured out offerings to her and our husbands know nothing of this?

Then Jeremiah addressed all these men and women who responded so rebelliously.

Jeremiah: Do you think while you and your ancestors, your kings and officials, and all the rest of the people were burning incense in the towns of Judah and in the streets of Jerusalem that the Eternal knew nothing of this? Did you think He would forget or that it would somehow slip His mind? Today, your land is an object of cursing, a horror, a lifeless ruin because the Eternal could no longer stand your wickedness and the detestable things you did. Take a good look at the disaster that has come upon you. It happened because you burned incense to other gods and sinned against the Eternal. It happened because you refused to obey His voice or follow His law and His decrees, because you ignored His warnings.

(to the entire assembly) Hear the word of the Eternal! You people of Judah who live in Egypt, the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel, has a message for you: “You and your wives have shown where your true devotion lies with both your words and your actions! You say, ‘We will keep our vows to the queen of heaven; we will continue to burn incense and pour out drink offerings to her.’ Well I say, ‘Go ahead. Keep your vows! Do exactly what you promised!’” But hear what the Eternal now says to the Judeans now living in Egypt: “I swear by My great name that no man or woman of Judah now living in Egypt will ever again invoke My name or begin an oath with the words ‘As the Eternal Lord lives!’ because I will watch over their lives to bring harm, not good. All the Judeans living in Egypt will suffer from war and famine until all have died. There will be only a few who survive and return to Judah from Egypt. All the remnant of Judah who were so determined to live in Egypt will finally know whose word can be trusted—theirs or Mine. Here is a sign for you so that you will know I am going to punish you in Egypt. This way you can be sure that My threats against you are not idle—they will come true. And this will be your sign: watch as I hand over Pharaoh Hophra, king of Egypt, to his enemies who want to kill him, just as I handed over Zedekiah, king of Judah, to his enemy, Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon.

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 44 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Some time has now passed since the Judeans who were not deported to Babylon fled to Egypt in a kind of self-imposed exile. Their reason for leaving Judah and settling in Egypt is fear—fear of reprisal from Nebuchadnezzar for the assassination of Gedaliah. Against the protests of Jeremiah, the people settle down in Egypt. Ironically, as they escape the wrath of the dreaded Babylonian king, they foolishly ignore the wrath of God that follows their complete disregard of His prophet. Jeremiah now delivers what will be his last recorded message to these faithless Judeans who have settled in Egypt.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, October 14 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about where our trust lies:

We are in shock and horror over what has happened in Israel last Shabbat on Simchat Torah. Everyone is asking what to do? The answer is to remember the truth and to affirm that God is intimately in control. The answer is to pray. We must believe, yet we must not let hatred consume our hearts. We are in exile in this world. Come quickly, Lord Yeshua!

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God’s children are people of truth, people who trust in the LORD God of Israel (John 18:37). We share our hope with the great tzaddikim of the ages as we walk through the “valley of the shadow of death” that is this world. We believe in God’s mercy and love given in the Messiah; we believe in the resurrection of Yeshua from the dead and hold fast to the promise of an unimaginably wonderful blessing reserved for us in the world to come. Meanwhile we walk by faith, further believing that no prayer we utter ever goes unanswered. We trust in our heavenly Father’s care as we pour out our hearts to him for the healing of those who are still lost and in despair... We remember that time is short and soon we will see our great King panim el-panim (פּנים אל־פּנים), “face to face.”

At any given moment of the day, then, regardless of our present circumstances, we can turn to the secret reality of the Divine Presence and come “boldly before the Throne of Grace” (Heb. 4:16). As Yeshua said, “To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of heaven...” (Matt. 13:11). The Spirit of God always says, “Come, my people, enter your chambers, and shut your doors behind you” (Isa. 26:20). In the secret places of our heart - our “prayer closet” - we appeal to the Hidden Presence to be manifest in the midst of every circumstance of our lives. Our Heavenly Father sees in secret; he knows the groaning of our hearts (Matt. 6:6; 2 Cor. 5:4; Rom. 8:22-23).

Therefore may we never be ashamed; may we never grow bitter; may our sorrows lead us me’chayil el-chayil (מחיל אל־חיל), “from strength to strength”; and may the days of our sojourn yield to us greater wisdom, deeper compassion, and finally glorious reception into the accepting arms of our great God and Savior. By faith let us draw near and call upon the Name of the LORD. Amen.

[ Hebrew for Christians]

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Isaiah 40:29 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa40-29-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa40-29-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

Whenever we seek to convey an emotion, we turn to the Psalms. Whether overwhelmed by joy or burdened by despair, there’s always a psalm that mirrors our sentiments. We often wonder about the circumstances King David might have been facing when penning a particular verse. Yet, somehow the passages of the Psalms always seem to echo our current situation. As the sages said, David composed the Psalms in a manner relevant to his own life, to all of Israel, and to all generations.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

October 14, 2023

Keep On Keeping On

“But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life.” (Jude 1:20-21)

Jude, the half-brother of Jesus, gave his “beloved” readers an essential list of four timeless habit-building patterns expressed in four parallel Greek participles—building, praying, keeping, and looking.

Building. Personal edification (“building yourselves up”) comes from growing in the knowledge of “your most holy faith.” The faith “once delivered unto the saints” (v. 3) also includes the teachings of the apostles that were added to the Old Testament and gospels.

Praying. Believers pray in God’s Spirit. One exposition of Jude 1:20 described it as “praying out of hearts and souls that are indwelt, illuminated, and filled with the Holy Spirit” (George Lawrence Lawlor, Translation and Exposition of the Epistle of Jude).

Keeping. Preserving oneself “in God’s love” (v. 21) means being nurtured by keeping occupied in obedience with God’s love.

Looking. We patiently wait (Greek prosdechomenoi) for the blessed hope of the return of Christ for His church. We will then enjoy never-ending eternal life in God’s presence (v. 21).

Jude concluded his epistle by reminding us it’s the Lord Jesus Christ who ultimately “keeps” His child. “Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, to the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen” (vv. 24-25). CCM

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Today's Daily Encounter Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Obedience and Action

"As he entered a village there, ten men with leprosy stood at a distance, crying out, 'Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!' He looked at them and said, 'Go show yourselves to the priests. And as they went, they were cleansed of their leprosy."1

Many of you will be familiar with the story of the "Ten Lepers" which we read about in today's passage. If you recall, Leprosy was pretty much the worst disease you could have in Jesus' day. Having leprosy meant that you were unclean and unfit for society. You were separated from your family and friends without any hope for a cure. In addition to the physical pain associated with this disfiguring disease, lepers also suffered the emotional pain of feeling worthless, ashamed, and unloved.

In today's passage we see this group of ten lepers come to Jesus desperate to be healed. Jesus responds to them in compassion, as we often see him do, but before he heals them, he gives them instructions. Jesus asks them to step out in faith and go present themselves to the priest for inspection as if they had already been healed. In addition to religious duties, the priest was also responsible for deeming them healed and giving them clearance to return to social life. The lepers did not question Jesus and headed out to see the priest. AS THEY WENT , they were cleansed of their leprosy. Jesus had the power to heal them immediately, but he chose to give the lepers the choice of obedience, which then leads to their healing.

When hardships come our way, we often cry out to God asking him to solve the problem. If we do not see the desired response immediately, we get impatient and either get angry with God because he is not answering, or we take the problem back and try to solve it on our own. However, I encourage you to stop and think of what we can possibly learn from the problem. Have you stopped and listened to what God is telling you? When you hear him, do you obey and take the action he is asking you to take? We may not always see God answer the way we want him to, but He tells us to trust him and lean not on our own understanding.2

One thing God reminds me of often is the importance of seeking him first, making HIM my priority, and believing that He will take care of the rest. God speaks to all of us in different ways, but we are all called to obey. God is all powerful and all knowing. He could say the word and make everything better, but just as in the story of the lepers, He is also telling us to step out in faith, trust him, and obey.

Suggested prayer: Dear God, it is easy to ask you to answer our prayers, but many times it is not as easy to obey your instructions. I pray that you would allow me to trust your will and obey despite how I feel, believing that your plans are perfect, even when they are not my plans. I ask that you give me wisdom to make good choices and act in obedience when you tell me to do so. Thank you for hearing and answering my prayer. In Jesus' name, amen.

Luke 17:11-14 (NLT ).

Proverbs 3:5. Today's Encounter was written by: Crystal B.

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Leafy 🍃 again! I loved that 💗! Marvelous ending. Making Thranduil the dancer was the best idea EVER! now I must request for Leggy because I feel like I betrayed him lol! 1. Night out 2. Nurse 3. Did you enjoy yourself last night? Please and thank you!

Hello 🍃 anon...How are you, my dear?

It is still my honour and pleasure to try and come up with something for you :D

So, here we go...Legolas this time, huh? I'm sorry, this got a little out of hand 😞

Words: 2,5 k

Warnings: blood, injury, cursing, harassment

“Come on,” the woman who was not only your best friend but also had been your only supporter through nursing school whined, “one drink.”

“Do you know if the Polo-team won or lost?” you asked distractedly as you stowed away your books onto the clean shelves in your living room while pride swelled in your chest.

“What does that matter? Since when do you care about those preppy boys?”

“When they win, they stay in the clubhouse, but when they lose, they come to the shady part of town to drink away their shame,” you explained with a sour quirk of your full lips; she was right, you held nothing but contempt for those rich kids who had – unlike you – been given everything in life to succeed.

You had had to claw yourself through your education, juggling two jobs just to make ends meet, and it was certainly not interest that made you ask about them; this one night, after all those trials and years of struggling, you wanted to celebrate in peace.

Originally, you had planned to stay in and open the bottle of top-shelf wine you had bought for the occasion, but your friend was decided that the diploma displayed on your flaky walls deserved to be toasted in a public setting.

“It’s just down the road,” she coaxed, “come on, babes, it will be fine. Polo-assholes or not!”

Unable to deny her – after she had been by your side through every setback and challenge – you slung your bag across your body and nodded slowly.

“One drink!”

Of course, they were there.

They won as often as they lost, so there had been a fair chance that you’d have the run-down pub at the corner of your street to yourselves, but – as was typical for your luck or lack thereof – this had to be one of the days where everything went just wrong enough to annoy you without destroying all your plans.

A bunch of mopey, spoiled brats would not take away the monumental victory you had hewn out of the unyielding mountain that was life.

“Hey poppet,” someone jeered behind you and your friend.

The sullen group of youngsters groaned; apparently, the winning team had been petty enough to follow them all across town to goad them some more over drinks about their recent victory.

Unfortunately, those childish metaphorical pissing-contests became secondary as soon as fresh meat appeared and – in this moment – that late-night snack were you and your friend.

“Do you want to drink something?” a big, burly man with short black hair asked, his voice sounding cavernous and badly articulated.

“No, we’re here for the charming décor,” you shot back, acid lacing your otherwise own overly sweet tone.

“Ah, come on,” he laughed, but there was something sinister in the sound that made both you and your friend retreat hastily.

For a good while, you chatted about your new job at the hospital you had interned in for your studies, trying to ignore the less than discreet posturing of the two Polo-teams who tried to murder each other with looks alone.

“Is that the silver boy?” your friend asked and nodded at a tall, elegantly lithe youth leaning against a jukebox that hadn’t worked since before any of you had been born; indeed, Legolas was some sort of a myth amongst all the single women in the local school system, and right in this moment, he waited his turn to throw darts at a woefully worn board.

Born rich and privileged, he was fabled to be excessively kind and righteous, and – which contributed much more to his reputation and fame than any golden heart – he was blindingly obviously handsome.

People said that he took after his father – the kind of man that made every woman within his direct vicinity fall over her feet whenever he appeared – with his long, sleek, almost colourless hair and those huge crystal-blue eyes that were changeful and deep as frozen lakes and summer skies.

“It is,” you muttered quietly; he was the star player of his team – fused to his horse, fast, and astonishingly strong – and you had already met him once or twice in the emergency room when you had been on duty.

He had never been anything but kind and patient with you, even when his teammates had been complaining about the delays and tiny errors or hesitations on your part; hence why you felt incredibly spiteful when you rolled your eyes behind his back as if Legolas was the worst person in the world.

The plain truth was that you were envious; his appearance, his status, his competence, and his general demeanour were benchmarks you’d never reach no matter how hard you worked or how much you changed. Some people were just not born with that kind of potential.

In the meantime, the other team had found a lone girl drinking away her sorrow in the corner of the room; the same idiot who had harassed you earlier was now aggressively flirting with her and – through the haze and under heavy lids – she tried to frown discouragingly at him.

As was usual with that type of self-enamoured prick though, her evident disinterest only spurred him on, and he redoubled his efforts to win you knew not what; some men just wanted to triumph independently of what was at stake.

“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” you hissed under your breath, not sure if you were talking about the girl who had decided to get drunk in an unsavoury bar such as the one you were sitting in or the pompous ass who paraded around like a baboon.

“Maybe we should…” your friend started when he proceeded to poke the dazed young woman repeatedly.

“Leave her alone,” a cold, controlled voice cut through the ambient sea of noise, “she’s clearly not interested in you.” You had not noticed that

Legolas had stopped focusing on the dartboard and – instead – had made his way over to your side of the bar with the smooth, discreet movements of a predator on the prowl.

“Shut up, princess,” the man barked, annoyed by the interruption, “didn’t you have your fill of humiliation for today? Nothing better to do than to seek punishment?”

“There’s not much better to do at any time than to protect someone from being harassed by a dull meat-head such as you,” Legolas quipped, but you saw his fingers tighten around the single dart he was still holding; this was how all the stories you heard at work started and you tensed as all hell broke loose a single heartbeat after your prescient, almost prophetic thought.

As if nailed to your chair, you could but stare helplessly as that mooncalf of a man barrelled into Legolas at the exact same moment as he lifted his arm to deflect a potential blow, brow and elbow collided, and – grabbing onto Legolas’ shirt as he fell – the bigger fool of the two took down not only his opponent of the day but also an innocent table just doing its job.

Enmeshed and still struggling, both banged against furniture on their way down until they landed in a tangled heap of limbs on the dirty floor.

The cacophony of screams and grunts swelled and then was strangled into ominous silence.

“Jesus, Leg, you’re bleeding,” one of the silver boy’s teammates cried out as he extricated his friend from the human knot, “and you banged your head pretty good it seems.”

“Aren’t you going to check on him?” your friend asked you with a small nudge.

“I am off-duty,” you smiled mockingly, “and I’m sure he’ll be fine; he’s a sturdy fellow, I’ve seen him before…in the ER.”

Despite your words, you couldn’t help but throw a quick glance over at Legolas – swaying alarmingly – just to make sure that you had not completely underestimated the situation; also, there had been talk of blood and professional curiosity was rearing its annoying head.

A small snort of amused pity escaped you upon realising that this ridiculously sassy man had somehow managed to get his own dart stuck in his thigh.

Moreover, there was a visible bump on that fair brow now where Legolas had hit the edge of the crummy table on his way down; a smidgen of pity welled up in your heart and – when your friend announced that she’d make sure that the young woman would get home safely – you accepted that this jock was your charge for the night.

“We should take him to the hospital maybe?” one of his teammates mused aloud; the way he slurred his words told you that they had also indulged in more drinks than was reasonable to soothe their aching pride.

After a quick, perfunctory check, you shook your head: “His vitals are good; he needs to rest and put something cold on his forehead, but as long as he doesn’t get any worse than this, I don’t think that it’s worth spending hours in the ER.”

“But his leg,” the man whined, pointing at the dart still securely lodged in the muscular thigh, only – being slightly tipsy – he missed the moment to stop moving and nudged the thing hard enough for Legolas to grunt.

“Party’s over,” you finally declared after having assessed the damage superficially, “I live just up the street. I’m a trained and certified nurse as of today, and I’ll take a look at that leg. Good night, gentlemen.”

Legolas was considerably heavier than you had thought which turned dragging his dazed self along the pavement into the strangest choreography of your life.

“Hey,” he slurred, “you are my favourite nurse. I remember you from when my hand was…”

He held up said body part and you smiled at the thin, white scar crossing the back of it in a straight line; open fracture, not a pretty sight, but he had been very brave, and you had said so to your mentor at the time.

When he lay – stretched out and moaning quietly – on your couch, you frowned down at him.

“I am pretty sure that dart could transmit more illnesses than a damn mosquito,” you grumbled, “I’m going to take it out and you’ll get out of your jeans, please.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yes, to get out of your slacks and let me see the wound,” you replied calmly, the professional persona taking over as you laid out your first-aid kit and carefully pressed a cold-pack that you kept handy for your wicked migraines on his swollen brow.

“Alright, beautiful,” he said with a lopsided grin and – without a moment of hesitation or the shadow of a doubt – he whisked off his trousers as if he was a professional stripper, revealing a pair of long, pale legs in an indecently tight pair of black boxer shorts.

The puncture was minimal and barely bled anymore, but you were meticulous in your efforts to clean the wound; it was a known fact that those darts were never cleaned, no matter what bodily or other fluids they might come in contact with.

“Am I alright?” Legolas asked after you had put a plaster on it and gave it a soft pat – out of habit more than real empathy – before getting up; in your concentration, you had almost – but not quite – forgotten that you had been bent over the open, naked legs of a stranger.

“Look me in the eye,” you demanded, shining a small flashlight into those blue depths that shimmered like underground caves in the garish gleam; his reactions were still very good, and you decided that it was most probable that all he needed was a good night’s sleep and plenty of hydration.

 “Drink this!”

The order – soft but decisive – fell easily from your lips and he complied immediately, downing the water and electrolytes obediently.

“You are very beautiful,” he whispered as you spread a light blanket over him, trying to get him to rest.

“Ok,” you laughed, “maybe we need to get you to a hospital after all.”

“Why? I was in hospital when I first noticed,” he answered suavely, wrapping his long-fingered hand around your gracile wrist gently, “I am feeling alright; believe it or not, I’ve hit my head before. Father always said that he’s dropped me once too often when I’m being foolish…I am not entirely sure that he’s joking.” The soft smile – affection and intelligence deepening it – on his face told you that he was lying, but he had achieved what he had set out to do for you relaxed and didn’t pull your hand out of his grasp.

“You should rest,” you heard yourself prompt him.

“Will you stay and make sure I did not split my fool head?” he murmured, fatigue and pain making his words sound blurry and slightly hollow.

“Yes,” you promised, “I’ll be right here. Just ring the bell if you need anything.”

Of course, there was no bell, and you spent your night sitting in your armchair – dozing off every now and again – and keeping watch over that fallen angel who seemed to shine with a silver light coming from deep within him in the semi-obscurity of your living room.

Two things were entirely clear to you: you had chosen the right job, and Legolas was indeed as handsome as they all said.

Early in the morning, you stretched your tired limbs and padded into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for your little patient who was still fast asleep.

Or so you thought.

“Hey, do you have a painkiller?” a voice – thick with sleep but smooth as silk – resounded behind you and you grinned to yourself before turning around and pointing at the glass of water sitting right next to a small, white pill on the kitchen table.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” you asked ironically, but – to your surprise – he gave the question some thought, digging into the eggs and bacon despite the headache, before answering.

“Let me see, I’ve got my ass handed to me at the game, I had to interrupt an asshole who was harassing a poor woman, and I had a minor accident that was not even a cool, sports-related, heroic incident…”

“I thought it was rather heroic…Well, it was at least decent and that’s rare and valuable,” you interjected and earned a warm smile for it.

“But then,” he went on, “that lovely nurse I didn’t catch the name of appeared and took care of me, so I guess…I’d give it a 4 out of 10. By far not the worst night out I had.”

“I’m not sure I even want to know,” you mumbled, sliding the rest of the food from the frying pan onto his plate.

“How about I tell you about it over drinks? No darts, no brawling, no Polo team?”

His smile was disarming, and you felt your heart flutter in your chest.

“I guess we can do that, 24-hour observation and so on…” you agreed with a serious face that did not fool him for a single second.

So, that was that...😇

Legolas being a drunk idiot...but a good boy :D

I hope you liked this, I am always happy to hear from you my beloved 🍃 anon...

Have a lovely evening ❤️

@fellowshipofthefics here's another one :D

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[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 311

John 1:4

UNITY OF THE BODY 14 – DEADLY INFILTRATION 2

1Co 1:10 I urge you, my brothers and sisters, FOR THE SAKE OF THE NAME OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST, TO AGREE TO LIVE IN UNITY WITH ONE ANOTHER AND PUT TO REST ANY DIVISION THAT ATTEMPTS TO TEAR YOU APART. BE RESTORED AS ONE UNITED BODY LIVING IN PERFECT HARMONY. Form a consistent choreography among yourselves, HAVING A COMMON PERSPECTIVE WITH SHARED VALUES. TPT

It is sad, beloved, when you see clearly that satan doesn’t always have to “steal, kill and destroy” anything by himself; he simply STIRS offenses and the target system destroys itself.

You may blame the devil for “scattering” a Church, but we all know that it is humans like us who [directly] did it, right?

Eph 4:27 Don't give the devil any opportunity to work. GW

We have started a discourse on Asthma, Immune System and intruders (smoke, for example) and we need to relate all these to practical experiences in Church.

Do these things really happen amongst us?

In the Ants Colony, there are Soldiers, then workers, just as in Human Social Structures, right?

So there are always the strong and then the weak or at least, Civilians.

The Strong commonly protect the colony and everyone.

1Co 12:12-14 The body of Christ has many different parts, just as any other body does. SOME OF US ARE JEWS, AND OTHERS ARE GENTILES. SOME OF US ARE SLAVES, AND OTHERS ARE FREE. But God's Spirit baptized each of us and made us part of the body of Christ. Now we each drink from that same Spirit. OUR BODIES DON'T HAVE JUST ONE PART. THEY HAVE MANY PARTS. CEV

Where you see “equality” in any Body – human physiology – is that what some members don’t have in strength, they have in honour and attention.

This is so that no member should be slighted in any way.

Jas 2:5 Listen, my dear friends! GOD CHOSE THE POOR PEOPLE OF THIS WORLD TO BE RICH IN FAITH and to possess the kingdom which he promised to those who love him. GNB

Indeed, in the Human Body, the Strong do really care for and pay good attention to the weak.

Have you ever wondered why the Heart and Lungs have a Rib Cage, or why the Brain, which is most vital, is enclosed in protective cage (skull), or how the whole body depends on the bones to stand and move around?

1Co 12:23-25 THE BODY PARTS WE THINK ARE LESS HONORABLE WE TREAT WITH GREATER RESPECT. And the body parts that need to be covered in public we treat with propriety and clothe them. BUT SOME OF OUR BODY PARTS DON’T REQUIRE AS MUCH ATTENTION. INSTEAD, GOD HAS MINGLED THE BODY PARTS TOGETHER, GIVING GREATER HONOR TO THE “LESSER” MEMBERS WHO LACKED IT. HE HAS DONE THIS INTENTIONALLY SO THAT EVERY MEMBER WOULD LOOK AFTER THE OTHERS WITH MUTUAL CONCERN, AND SO THAT THERE WILL BE NO DIVISION IN THE BODY. TPT

Please study I Corinthians 12 very thoroughly.

We are still relating to Immune Systems and how “infiltrators” can incite them against the body [unknowingly].

Please follow calmly, we’ll soon get there.

The Bible further points out that there is shared pains and Joy within the body system.

Is it not true that if you have serious [acute] Migraine, you may not be able to work and may need to rest the whole body?

1Co 12:25-26 so that there may be no division in the body, BUT THE MEMBERS MAY HAVE MUTUAL CONCERN FOR ONE ANOTHER. IF ONE MEMBER SUFFERS, EVERYONE SUFFERS WITH IT. IF A MEMBER IS HONORED, ALL REJOICE WITH IT. NET

Now, in Christ’s Body, you should ask: who is the strong and who is the weak; who is the Soldier and who is Civilian?

Of course, in one context, as we all should indeed know, we are all soldiers of Christ, right?

2Ti 2:3-4 Take your part in suffering, as a loyal soldier of Christ Jesus. A SOLDIER ON ACTIVE DUTY WANTS TO PLEASE HIS COMMANDING OFFICER AND SO DOES NOT GET MIXED UP IN THE AFFAIRS OF CIVILIAN LIFE. ERV

It might be necessary though, to note that Apostle Paul was talking to Timothy, who was a leader and Evangelist overseeing many Churches.

So as much as that scripture applies to every Christian, it is more “imposing” on leadership of the Church.

1Ti 1:18 Timothy, my son, the instructions I am giving you are based on what some prophets once said about you. IF YOU FOLLOW THESE INSTRUCTIONS, YOU WILL FIGHT LIKE A GOOD SOLDIER. CEV

So, back to the question: who is the Strong and who is weak?

1Co 12:27-28 All of you are Christ's body, and EACH ONE IS A PART OF IT. In the church God has put all in place: IN THE FIRST PLACE APOSTLES, IN THE SECOND PLACE PROPHETS, AND IN THE THIRD PLACE TEACHERS; then those who perform miracles, followed by those who are given the power to heal or to help others or to direct them or to speak in strange tongues. GNB

Please note the Lines: “in the first place…”. Does that suggest variations in strength, status and importance?

Yes!

The Apostle is the strongest in status and calling, plus in Anointing, like it or not.

But generally, the church leaders are the Senior Warring Soldiers and Mandated to Protect the whole Body. Isn’t that why we call them Generals?

Eze 34:2 EZEKIEL, SON OF MAN, ISRAEL'S LEADERS ARE LIKE SHEPHERDS TAKING CARE OF MY SHEEP, THE PEOPLE OF ISRAEL. But I want you to condemn these leaders and tell them: I, the LORD God, SAY YOU SHEPHERDS OF ISRAEL ARE DOOMED! YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES WHILE IGNORING MY SHEEP. CEV

I know I have started something here now, beloved.

Yes, Church Leaders are the Immune System of the Church and we would soon see how they can be “confused” by infiltrators and made to destroy the body.

You should now know why Jesus was always bitter with the Church leaders and won’t stop deriding them.

Mat 15:14 Let them be: they are blind guides. And if a blind man is guiding a blind man, the two will go falling into a hole together. BBE

May we not be victims of embattled and confused Church systems, in Jesus name.

Join us on Wednesday for more digging in as we proceed with this enlightening subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, February 06, 2023

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