#testing the waters here how thirsty is everyone
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Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
~4.8k // MDNI // exhibitionism // first times // pointless, shameless, let-me-fuck-that-man smut // reposted from ao3
“Shh,” he coos, slowing your hips from their desperate grinding. “Keep those pretty noises just for my ears.” His mouth quirks slightly, thumb coming to stroke over your bottom lip. “Unless you want to be caught.”
“Got room for one more?”
Your stomach twisted with nerves as the stagecoach you rode in came to a rickety stop, heart beginning to race when the lockbox in the back opened and a stranger's items were set beside yours. Your first long trip alone, and you’d be spending it in a small coach with an unfamiliar man. What if he was a road agent? Or if he tried anything on you? Simply someone annoying you had to put up with for the next however many hours to Saint Denis?
You watched out of the corner of your eye as a tall figure approached the side door of the coach, each step punctuated with the sound of clicking spurs. Spurs and no horse, you thought. The pages of the book you’d been reading were pinched between your fingers, mind racing through all the undesirable possibilities of who this man may be, what he might want, what he might do.
As the coach rocked with the weight of a new passenger, your stomach jumped, eyes finally dragging away from the empty seat in front of you to the man who will soon be filling it.
Tall, broad, and rugged, the brim of a worn hat covered most of his face, but the moment he looked up you felt yourself shrink.
The sharp jaw and downward slope of his pouting lips somehow came to contrast the otherwise austere appearance. He was terrifyingly handsome, what with the mean pinch in his brow and sheer size of him. Tall enough you doubted he even needed to use the foot pedal to get in.
But at the drop of a hat, his face had suddenly softened. The fear that had built-in your stomach since the slow of the coach had dissipated in an instant when you realized his shift in demeanor was to one of...nervousness.
“You okay with an extra passenger, miss?” he had asked, as if the decision was up to you. You’d explained to him it wasn’t a private ride, that the driver was welcome to take on any passengers he wanted on the way to your destination, but the man didn’t seem satisfied until you finally said, “Yes.”
You thought for a moment you’d have to ask him not to ride up at the top with the driver with how he deliberated whether to get inside the cart. All the while your eyes had been at the two guns on his waist. A man would be suicidal to leave the house without protection--be it from the wilderness or road agents or God knows what--but you’d rarely seen someone brandishing two. You thought for a moment you could make out the shape of a flower engraved on one, but before you could inspect it further the coach rocked to one side.
Your cheeks flare at the memory. You hadn’t meant your gasp to be rude. Arthur Morgan, as he’d since introduced, was not a slight man, but it was just the sudden shift of the coach that had spooked you.
You peer over the page of your novel at him, relieved to find him preoccupied in a book of his own. Not reading, though. Doodling, you think by the quick strokes of a short piece of graphite. What is the real mystery. The leather-bound book pulled close to his chest so as not to give you even the briefest of glimpses.
A shame, you think distantly, tucking your nose back into your pages. You’d really love to see what Mr. Big and Burly deems worthy of immortalizing on paper.
—
A yawn interrupts your reading, bringing forth small pricks of tears to your drooping eyes. The sky has long since lost its color, the inside of the coach illuminated only by the dim light of a lantern. Along with the light lost, the day’s heat has tapered off quite dramatically, the chill of the night settling in unapologetically. Stretching your legs, you feel goosebumps flush along your exposed skin even despite the shawl around your shoulders.
Tucking yourself deeper into the seat, your eyes flick over to where Mister Arthur Morgan sits with his hat drawn over his eyes. You envy the tanned sheepskin jacket he has on, keeping him warm against the elements. He’s probably as hot as a fireplace, you think with another yawn. Just how late was it?
He’s been asleep for hours now, not even rousing when the coach shook and jumped along the road. Maybe, if you just went to his side you could warm up and move back without him even realizing it. You doubt your smaller presence would rouse him any, not in comparison to the bumpy ride.
A nipping breeze decides for you, and you slink over to his side of the coach. Tentatively, you slip in next to him, the heat of his body drawing you in closer and closer. You were right, you think, eyes fluttering shut. He’s like a freshly stoked fireplace.
--
You wake up to a particularly harsh jostle, the coach’s wheels running over a patch of rougher terrain. Groaning quietly, you defiantly keep your eyes closed, set on falling back asleep, but a gust of wind slips in through the windows, pulling a shiver up your spine. You go to burrow closer into your seat, to the warmth accumulated there, but get pulled closer instead.
You’re barely able to rein in a gasp, eyes snapping open.
It doesn’t take but a second for your mind to catch up to reality, or for your eyes to adjust to the dark interior of the coach. Seeing your empty seat across from you and two pairs of legs spread out in front of you.
You’re tucked tightly against Arthur’s side, certainly not the position you recall before you had fallen asleep on him. Arthur’s heavy arm is folded over your shoulder. His relaxed hand barely grazing your exposed arm, but the sensation sends goosebumps over your skin. Your own hand is placed on his thigh, a comfortable resting spot but entirely improper. Snatching it away, you shift as much as you can to look at the snoozing man next to you. His green eyes are still closed, even breaths coming as quiet snores half of the time.
“Mr. Morgan?” you whisper, testing to see how deeply asleep he is. The only response given is another low snore. Squirming a bit to try and remove yourself, you squeak when his arm only tightens around you, sliding around your clavicle to lock you in firmer.
Accepting that the only way to remove yourself from the situation would mean to draw attention to it, you relax against him and try to will yourself back to sleep. Maybe he’ll lighten his hold sometime through the night and you could divorce yourself from this, pretend it never happened.
Until then, you wait.
And wait.
And--Arthur shifts, groans, adjusts his hat, then goes right back to sleep. The entire time his arm doesn’t move from where it’s locked around your body.
You stare longingly at the book across from you, hardly a meter away yet entirely out of reach. For a lack of anything better to do, you drum your fingers against your skirt, press creases into the satin fabric, and flatten them out over and again.
You eye the hand resting limply on the thigh farthest from you. Where his fingers are long and thick, with nails looking to be bitten to the quick, yours are dainty and well kept. Hands that have only known the scorn of a quickly turned page, or the prick of a sewing needle.
You wonder what Mr. Morgan’s hands know.
Your fingers lightly brush over his thigh, strong and thick underneath his trousers. Your whole hand couldn’t cover the top, even when you splay your fingers.
It’s mindless entertainment, but entertainment nonetheless as you measure the width of his thigh with the first knuckle of your finger, then with two pressed together. Rolling them over this way and back the other, skating them from your leg to his.
You don’t notice when his snoring stops, or the man’s breath goes deathly silent. Only when the large hand you were just studying wraps around your wrist do you realize he’s awoken. The yelp that nearly escapes you gets trapped behind his second roughened palm pressing against your lips, barely a peep hitting the open air.
Neither of you speak for several beats. Long enough that you feel your chest ache for the air you’ve been holding back despite your nose being uncovered. So long you begin to wonder if Arthur had simply reacted as a reflex in his sleep. Maybe you could still get out of this, gently pry his grizzly-sized paws off of your person and pretend this never happened.
But your blood runs cold in your veins before you can make that decision, a low growl rumbling right against your ear.
“Go ahead and explain yourself, girl. We both know that’s not where I keep my money.”
His hand moves from your lips to your chin, guiding your face towards his with a foreign gentleness. This close you can see the flecks of yellow and blue in his eyes; could count his lashes, if your life lasted long enough to allow it.
You try not to pant outright or look into his scornful stare, but when your gaze cast to the side his grip tightens--a painless warning, but a warning all the same. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
“I wasn’t trying to steal from you,” you quickly squeak out. The breath he huffs through his nose is warm on your face.
“I’m well aware. So,” his fingers squeeze on your cheeks, pushing your lips forward. “What were those wandering hands of your doin’?”
“I-I don’t--don’t know.”
“You don’t know?” he repeats, a hint of amusement lingering in his tone. You nod your head as much as his hand will permit. “Then maybe you need a reminder.”
The hand around your wrist still trapping you against his thigh guides your palm up his leg--far higher than you ever traveled--and then back down again. Your eyes widen, snapping up to his own.
“I wasn’t--”
“Oh, but I think you were,” he says, guiding you higher again. Your hand passes over something underneath his pants. “Your wanderin’ hand caused quite the problem.”
The way he speaks, low and confident, sends a wave of heat through your body, melting the ice your blood had turned to when he caught you. It all pools hotly at the bottom of your stomach, scorches your cheeks. His eyes rake over your expression, face slowly but surely inching towards you. You can feel the heat of his breath on your wet lips, his nose brushing gently over your cheek. But just as your eyes flutter shut he removes his hands from you. Lets go of your jaw and places your hand in your own lap.
“Feelin’ a man while he sleeps is mighty improper, miss,” he says, voice devoid of its earlier gravely husk. “Best get some rest now so we can both forget about it.”
It takes you a long moment to fully register the switch in demeanour, your lips still parted, but for an entirely different reason. He was just going to...let you go? After that ?
Properly humiliated, you rip your gaze away from his profile, glance to the other side of the coach. The seat where you know you should retreat to, slink over with your tail between your legs, and pretend this never happened for the sake of propriety. You know this, and yet you keep yourself planted in the seat next to him, thoughts fuzzy and heart beating at a dizzying rate.
It’s hard to say what came over you. A fit of hysteria or complete mania, perhaps, but without his prompting you place your hand back onto his thigh, grazing it lightly over the swell of corded muscle there. It flexes involuntarily under your touch. “I don’t think I quite understand, Mr. Morgan,” you purr in your best seductive voice, leaning closer to him and pressing your breast up against his arm. You creep up his inner thigh until your fingers curl to cup the bulge that extends far closer to his hip than you expected.
The rush that passes through you when his eyes widen you’ve only felt once. When during a dinner party you snuck into the kitchen and split several bottles of wine with the help, giggling and drinking with them all for God knows how long. You spent the rest of that evening giving demure smiles and hiding behind your fan to conceal the dark red stains on your teeth. Oh, how it felt to do something frowned upon. To hide a little secret in front of so many people.
A feeling you’d much rather chase after than drown.
There is nothing modest about the smile stretched across your face now. The grin splitting your lips is salacious and predatory when you lean towards his parted mouth.
“What’s so improper about this?”
Your free hand snakes its way up his broad chest, grabbing onto the black neckerchief there and yanking on it to close the distance between your mouths.
The stubble on his chin and cheek abraid against your own, but his lips make up for it entirely; warm and supple and surprisingly soft. Almost too pliant at first, tentative and chaste, but when you move his bottom lip between your teeth it puts an end to that.
You have only ever read about men who kiss the way Mr. Morgan does. Dominating and firm but gentle and rich. You’ve kissed wealthy men before but never have had a kiss feel so luxuriant. As his tongue runs around the seam of your lip your mind is wiped clean of any memories to even compare him to. It’s shameless and near urgent, the way he tilts your head back to completely swallow you. When his tongue strokes against your own you let your lips wrap around it, sucking and licking and capturing him there to play with for as long as you please. He moans into your mouth, presses your body closer against him until he’s nearly pushing you down, and tangles his hand in your hair to assert himself back as the one in control.
You break apart purely out of necessity, wet and bruised lips parted to pant hard against each other. Mr. Morgan leaves you breathless once more when he moves you to his lap with such ease you’d think you were a child and not a grown woman.
“You need me to teach ya about improper?” he asks, mouth leaving hot and wet kisses along the column of your neck. You keen and tilt your head higher, giving him more room to explore.
“Would you be so kind, Mr. Morgan?”
“Arthur,” he corrects, teeth nipping at your exposed clavicle. The vibrations run down your spine like a silky cord.
You echo him breathlessly, “Arthur.” It sounds nice on your tongue; a handsome name. A strong name. “I’m afraid I’ve rarely been afforded the luxury of hand-on-hand instruction.”
He’s pulling down the neckline of your dress and exposing your breasts to the rapidly warming air inside the coach. You gasp, having only been this nude in front of your help before. There’s an urge to cover yourself, but you quiet it down when his warm, rough hands press them together.
“Then we better be real thorough, Miss.” He kisses your cleavage, tongue licking a line down your breasts to take a nipple into his hot mouth. You arch further into his touch when a hand moves to your bottom, kneading the flesh there.
He lets go of your breast with the barest graze of teeth, coaxing a whimper out of your throat. He chuckles from below you. “This okay with you, princess?”
“I believe there’s no backing out now, is there?” you jest.
His hands and mouth still, face lifting from your chest to look up at you with a sudden earnestness. “You call the shots, darlin’. If you wanna stop just tell me when.”
You blink at him, having not expected that kind of response. For such a tough and severe-looking man, you expected him to be the type to take what he wants. Maybe that was the initial appeal, but looking at his lust-blown eyes, now tempered with self-restraint, makes you all the more eager to be with him. Not sure what to say, or even trusting your voice to carry a sentence, you dip down and capture his lips once more, sweeter and slower than before. He takes the meaning and lets his hands continue their ministrations, pinching and rubbing and stroking against your breasts to find what pulls the better reaction out of you. Just as you pull apart the stagecoach hits a bump, jostling you two slightly. Arthur holds you steady against him, but in doing so presses you against his erection.
He groans deeply. A grin splits your face.
“Forgive my negligence, Mr. Morgan,” you purr, slipping your hands under both the straps of his suspenders and jacket, sliding them off of his shoulders. Your fingers flick open the buttons of his trousers with an ease that surprises yourself.
When your hand disappears under his trousers, you’re almost surprised by how heavy his erection is. It’s like velvet hilt beneath your fingers, hot and wet at the tip. You roll your palm around it before pulling him out.
“Despite all the erotic dime novels I’ve read I’m afraid none of them went into quite such detail,” you admit sheepishly.
Arthur grins, lopsided and lazily charming. “Let me show you.”
His hand folds over yours, gently guiding it up and down his shaft. You’re caught between watching his erection slip in and out of your hand and watching his expressions: The flutter of his long lashes, the burning red in his cheeks. His mouth remains parted to allow his deep breaths, but his teeth clench in a hiss when you dip your thumb into the slit, smearing the pooling liquid around.
“Move just like that,” he says, hand leaving yours to trail under your skirt and over your stockings.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this?” he asks, fingers mapping out the space between your parted thighs, slipping between the slit of your undergarments to brush over and part your folds. You shake your head, trying desperately not to whimper when his palm presses up against your core. “But you’ve touched yourself like this?”
You struggle to nod your head, not entirely due to his dizzying touch. Arthur notices this, latches onto it. “Say it, princess.”
“I-I’ve touched myself. Before.”
He hums, rewarding you with a large finger rubbing up against your wet entrance.“I want you to show me.”
Before you can question him, he’s removing your hands from his, wet fingers moving you so your back is in the seat. He kneels between your parted legs and hikes your skirt up your waist, untying your underwear easily to shimmying them down and off of your ankles. You fight against yourself to close your knees together tight, caught instead by Arthur’s deep green eyes locked with your own. “Show me,” he repeats, guiding your hands to the space between your thighs.
You want to be embarrassed, tell him this is the point where you call a recess, but with the way the heat in your stomach seeps down to your core, aching to be acknowledged, and Arthur’s reassurance of his own enjoyment, evident by the hand slowly stroking himself--you decide to chase after the feeling of wine stained teeth.
With tentative strokes, you begin pleasuring yourself the way you would in your bedroom back at the estate. Your fingers dip down to your entrance to gather the slick there and spread it over your clit, making gentle but firm circles over the small bundle of nerves. As you begin to build your familiar rhythm, your second hand rises to your chest, stroking and pinching your nipple. Arthur seems caught between the same binary as you: to watch your sex or to watch your face.
He decides on the latter, and to your further joy leans up to kiss you, his knuckles brushing against your own with every flick of his wrist. You moan against his mouth, less occupied with moving your lips than you are chasing after your pleasure.
When you feel your core begin to tighten, Arthur pulls your hips to the edge of the seat. He leaves your mouth to sink down, his face inches from where your fingers are making quick, tight circles.
“What are you--doing?” you ask, breathless.
Arthur looks up at you from where he kneels, taking in the look of genuine confusion on your face and smirks against your bare thigh. “Your dirty novels not tell you ‘bout this?” You shake your head. “I’d rather show you.”
Nothing he’s done thus far has been anything close to unpleasant and, as silly as it is to come to the conclusion now, you trust him. You move your fingers, mourning the loss of your budding release, and nod once.
“Go ahead.”
He smiles against your thigh, kissing you there before continuing lower. And lower. And lower still, until his breath is hot against your core. Before you can grow any more nervous and ask him to stop, you feel the flat of his tongue lick from your entrance to your clit.
You gasp, hand shooting up to cover your mouth. You’ve never felt anything like that before. His tongue is heavy and wet against you, soft lips bringing your folds into his mouth. Salaciously, he looks up at you from between your legs, and you can see his smile in his pretty green eyes. He repeats this once more, but stays at your clit, circling it with his tongue before lapping at it greedily.
Your fingers card through his soft blonde hair, careful at first not to pull, but too far deep in your own pleasure to realize when you do. He moans against you when your hips raise involuntarily to press impossibly closer to his mouth, hands roaming over your waist and to your breasts. You didn’t realize why he wanted you to pleasure yourself in front of him, but now you understand. Everything you showed him he took into account, using it to dangle you over the edge of an impossibly blissful sea.
Your mouth hangs open, keens and whimpers escaping without care as his dexterous mouth and hands strum your body like an instrument, unaware of just how loud they ring in the stagecoach until Arthur’s mouth pulls away and you’re brought back to a sane state of mind.
“Shh,” he coos, slowing your hips from their desperate grinding. “Keep those pretty noises just for my ears.” His mouth quirks slightly, thumb coming to stroke over your bottom lip. “Unless you want to be caught.”
Without your permission a low moan pulls out of your throat, desperate and needy. Your eyes widen, suddenly sober to your unintentional reaction. Arthur looks to have sobered up slightly too, but when his green eyes meet yours they fall darker than they were before.
“Oh, you dirty girl.”
Arthur rises from his kneel, looms over you in the small space of the coach. Slides his hips between your thighs like the piece of a jigsaw puzzle, the warmth of his manhood hot and heavy over your mound.
“That really gets to you, huh? The idea of gettin’ caught in such an indecent position?”
You go to retort, save yourself the embarrassment of a misunderstanding, but you stop yourself short. There really is no misunderstanding. Arthur kindly doesn’t press the discovery, but you squirm all the same until his lips coax your mouth open and your thoughts away. All the way up until you feel the head of his cock presses up against your entrance and you gasp.
“I-I’ve never--” you’re quick to blurt, but Arthur’s quicker to sooth.
“I know,” he coos, looking at the swell of your mouth. “Ain’t no need for it, darlin’, just say and I’ll go back to what I was doin’ before this.”
You swallow against a dry throat, eyes darting over his face and waiting for something inside of you to say anything other than yes, yes, yes. It doesn’t come, and Arthur waits patiently for your answer. “Please. Keep going.”
The sensation of being filled--of being stretched. Nothing in your books gave it proper tribute. It’s a sweet, slow burn that you feel all the way up your spine; a heat that spreads through your thighs, up to your navel. Your fingernails leave skinny red lines along Arthur’s forearms, stopping only when he’s fully seated inside of you.
You come to a standstill, luxuriating in the feeling of the other. “You fit me perfectly,” Arthur whispers, grinding his hips against the plush of your ass. You gasp.
“You think I’m the one with the dirty mouth?”
He chuckles against your lips, kissing you once quick and hard before pulling back to give you a proper grin, “This is church talk, girl,” and thrusts into you.
You’re already so full of him, filled in a way you hadn’t imagined possible, and having him press deeper into you hits something that has you out of breath with pleasure. Your toes curl, fingers digging into Arthur’s strong shoulders. It’s so, so good--
And then he pulls back to properly thrust.
If having his tongue on you was the best thing you’d felt, having him bury himself in you over and over again is nothing short of heavenly. Each time it feels like he may be leaving, only to sink back in, you lose any sense. The hand at the back of your thigh, your ankles locked together, the sweat dotting your brow. It all feels like so much, and yet it waves to the background while Arthur takes you. You haven’t realized the noises filling the coach are entirely yours until Arthur quiets you with his tongue against yours. When your mouths finally pull apart the first thing back on your tongue is his name.
“Arthur,” you whimper, bottom lip catching between your teeth.
“What do you need, girl.” Your lips parts to tell him, but the words catch in your throat, another wave of euphoria hitting you when he presses all the way in and stills. Like this you’re so obscenely stretched and filled in ways you never knew you’d want to be, but he presses your hips back against him, pushing against your limit even further. “Tell me what you need,” he whispers, pulsing inside of you.
“H-harder.”
If the bulging muscles in his arms weren’t affirmation enough, the display of just how strong he is comes when his arms hook under your knees to push them back towards your chest, hands splaying along your upper back. You think for a second he’s going to throw you onto the floor and take you like that--something you’re surprised to learn you aren’t entirely opposed to--but instead of letting you drop he holds you just like that, supporting the near entirety of your weight in his arms.
You’re completely laid bare before him, legs spread lewdly for his viewing pleasure, hands too busy clawing at his shoulders and hair to cover your expressions from him, but it only makes the scorching need in your core burn brighter. He chuckles when you hook your feet over his shoulders, letting go completely to the obscenity of it all.
You think, at least. Then he starts to move.
His arms swing you back while his hips lift to meet you, thrusting inside of you with long, rough movements. The first slap of your arse to his thighs is loud inside of the coach, but not any louder than the sounds that rip from your throat. They only spur him on, working to keep a rhythm that has you useless in his arms.
“God!” you brokenly gasp, uncaring of your volume or the swear. “L-like that!”
“There you go,” he husks, hands squeezing you tight. Every part of you is overwhelmed by him, inside and out. His voice, his touch, his scent, his taste. It pushes you closer and closer to the edge, every sense heightened and primed as if with the sole purpose of bringing you over. That tempting line between wanting to remain in the rapture that comes right before your climax and needing to feel yourself fall apart. For him, on him, because of him.
The need only burns brighter every time you sink back down onto his length, his thick head pressing impossibly deeper inside of you and hitting every sensitive spot along the way.
You try to warn him, at least to keep him going long enough for you to claim your mark, but it comes out a broken mess. “A-Arthur, I’m--don’t, ah! Keep--“
“Let me feel you take your pleasure.”
And you do.
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You did it WRONG! [P.P]
Angry Peter x Reader
Imagine: Peter finding out you lost your V-card to one of the lost boys...
Warning! Sex, cussing, belittling, mentions of branding, potential kidnapping, mentions of alcohol
Word Count: 1,909
[LEMON!!18+++]
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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/
***Narrator's Pov***
Being on the verge of childhood and adulthood at the same time was no easy feat. Most of the teenage boys in Neverland were always horny, and most of the younger ones were always rowdy.
But what's worst was that you were stuck in the middle of it. You were a teenage girl who was stuck going into puberty for the rest of infinity. However, it wasn't all that bad.
As a 'child,' you tried your best to be a good girl. To avoid drugs and to keep yourself 'pure.'
But life wasn't easy for you, and you ended up here, in Neverland, when you hit the age of 16. So yeah, you hit a few bumps in the road, but today wasn't a day for gloomy memories.
***Y/n's Pov***
Today was a day to celebrate! A new arrival just came in! He was a tall, somewhat built teenage boy. Peter didn't intend to have this celebration, but everyone persisted. They all wanted a beach day since it was super hot out.
My first interaction with him was a little uncomfortable... I was barely wearing any clothes, and I wasn't really used to him. This could just be me being self-conscious, though; after all, when I got a closer look- I realized he was really cute-looking. I think Peter noticed...
Now, no one really said this party was for the new kid, but it made sense. He was amazing! He managed to pass all the tests Peter put him through. Peter, of course, wasn't really happy about that. He didn't really look forward to any of this.
Time Skip!~
I was the last one to arrive at the lagoon. I saw everyone having so much fun. Then I saw him. He told me his name was jack. (Not an actual character from the show. You can change his name if you want.)
Our eyes met, and something pulled me towards him. As I walked, a few groups of teenage boys started whistling and catcalling me. To most, it would have been annoying, but I liked the attention.
Before, back then, when I was still relatively new, I dated Peter. That's right, Peter Pan. When I did, no one dared catcall me, let alone flirted with me. Some were too scared to even talk to me. It was nice to feel respected, but it was also getting too annoying. Peter started getting too controlling, and he barely ever agrologic me or my needs.
So, getting this attention now felt great. One because of Peter's face and the way he reacts, and two because I finally feel pretty again.
Mind you, my body isn't perfect, and I'm sure I'd get self-conscious if a new girl were to arrive, but that'll never happen. Consider it low of me to think this way, but I was considered the hotshot here! A lot of people wanted a piece of me! How do I know? Because of Peter! The way his mood changes every time he hears someone talking about me... and the fact that the little ones can never hold a secret.
"Hey, Y/n. You're looking a little hot...." Jack smirked. "Wanna go for a swim?"
"Um. Sure." I already knew what he was planning on doing. It was obvious, but I played this innocently. I wanted to play it through. I mean, he's hot, and this is a party.
And I know it's horrible. I never wanted to lose it to anyone while I was still young. But I'm never gonna grow older, and Peter never wanted me... he was always too busy, so that's his loss.
Time Skip!~
We have been swimming in the water for a good while now, and one thing's for sure: he isn't shy at all. Those hands I feel roaming around my body are definitely not mermaids trying to drag me down. Trust me, I had enough experience from them...
"Mhm..." You groan. That wasn't a moan. He just squeezed my hips a little too hard. I looked at him in the eyes.
"You look thirsty~ Care for a drink?" He smirked.
"Um... Yeah. I'd loved one!" I gave him an eye-closed smile. Then he left. When he did, I saw someone through the corners of my eyes. It was Peter, I know it. He stood at a branch way up in the trees. Not a minute moment did he let me look at him. Clearly, he was watching me. I smirked.
Mind you, our breakup wasn't long ago... I swam towards the shore, sitting down on a beach lounge chair. Finally, Jack came back with the drinks. He handed me a cup. The liquid was purple. I could smell it, too... It was clearly spiked. He made a worried face when he saw me smell it, but I only smiled as I drank it all in one sip. He smiled.
But all I could focus on was Peter... He was up on a different tree. No one noticed him at all, but I did. I saw how his fists tightened as I walked with Jack.
"Hey, Jack. I have a great idea!" I said so eagerly. I grabbed his arm, pushing it in-between my breasts. He smirked.
"I think I have the same idea that you do~" Clearly, he was drunk. I don't think he knew that I wasn't a lightweight. But that doesn't matter.
I knew it was bad... but I had a plan. When I dated Peter, he'd always brush me off, but now, when I was up for grabs, he'd act like this?! Clearly, it was high time he saw the mistake he made for leaving me ignored all this time.
I walked towards the woods with Jack in my hands, and things got a whole lot of steamers. The best part was Peter watched it all! I don't even think he blinked!
Though, it wasn't what I expected... it hurt like he*l, and Jack was too drunk to stop for me. He cum, and I had to fake it. Mainly because I wanted this to end... I only did this to fuc* with Peter. I wanted to show him that he would never be able to be my first ever again... And I know how important it is for him to be first every single time.
Though, he did something I never expected...
***Peter's Pov***
So, she thinks she can play mind games with me...?! That little slut. I allowed them to finish. I waited patiently... though she didn't make it easy. Her moans were so god dame loud that it was clearly fake. What's worse was the guy was completely clueless about all of this.
However, that doesn't mean he isn't a part of it... I intend to make them BOTH suffer!
Time skip!~
Finally, that shi* head left...
"Wait!" Y/n called out of nowhere... What is she up to now... "Don't you..." She wiggled her naked body, tempting me... "Want to go again?" She smirked. She was looking directly at me, but that lowly dim whit never realized I was standing right behind him, up on a tree branch. So, in the end, he thought she was looking at him. He dropped his clothes once again, smirking as he turned around. He started walking towards her.
I could have killed him right then and there. All because he turned around... I couldn't let it happen again. I jumped down in between them. He was clearly off guard. That smirk vanished now. I only blinked at him. Staring him down, he was clearly uncomfortable. He tried covering himself up pathetically. I only turned around- I'll deal with him later.
As he ran, I gave Y/n a death glare, and she knew what was coming to her. She wasn't acting all high and mighty now... I walked closer to her as she backed up against a tree. I watched as her virgin blood dripped down her legs. My breath became heavy, and she clearly noticed... my little friend was poking out.
"This is what you wanted right- Y/n?" Her knees quivered as if she couldn't keep herself up any longer. She didn't even bother apologizing.
My face was inches away from her now. I'm sure she sees the red in my eyes. I towered over her, my arms caging her in. My eyes didn't move away from hers as I said- "Do I need to brand you? Just so you'll understand... That you'll never belong to anyone else but me."
The birds rustled the trees as the wind howled. It was getting late, but I didn't care. She needs to be reminded that she isn't human. That- all she is is my toy, and that I get to choose whether I want to play with her or not.
I bite her neck hard, causing her to squeal. I squeezed my teeth into her skin, that I felt blood... her blood- touching my chin. While that happened, I pulled my pants down.
I saw that she had her eyes closed the entire time. I grabbed onto her throat, squeezing it tightly. I wanted to make sure she looked at me the way I looked at her while she was getting fuc*ed. I could tell she was scared. She kept her hands close to herself, and her eyes started watering. It was probably because she couldn't breathe. I giggled. I had a big smile on my face as I shoved my di*k into her tight pus*y.
"Ackk!" She yelped in pain as her back arched.
"Tch. Tell me why I should have craved this again?" I smiled. To her, I probably looked so evil as I thrust myself into her. "After all, this was your plan, right? To make me regret not wanting you the way you wanted me. To make me jealous, to make me beg for you!?"
She didn't say anything but moans and groans. The only answer I liked. Our s*x was so messy. Clearly, the other guy didn't pop her cherry fully because more blood kept coming.
"Now, if you're going to fu*k someone... at least make sure they do it right!" I said with a massive thrust, causing her to moan my name. At this point, saliva was dripping down her mouth. It was a huge turn-on. I connected my lip with hers as I kept pounding her into this tree. When I left her lips, a string of saliva connected us. As I felt her blood dripping down my legs... "God, this felt so good," I muttered through gritted teeth. As I listened to her moans and our skin slapping each other... I almost came... however, I realized something.
"Look at that- you got your nasty blood on my shoes!" I slapped her hard. Her cheek turned so red I couldn't help but laugh as I continued fuc*ing her throughout the night.
BONUS
The Next Day
***Felix's Pov***
"Jack!?" I was knocking at Jack's door, trying to wake him up so I could show him how to do all the chores...
Screw this. I bust open the door out of frustration. "JACK!" I yelled, but he wasn't even here... weird. Where could he have gone? I mean, he doesn't even know Neverland, so why would he just flat-out leave.
I rolled my eyes... why do I have a feeling that Peter's behind this...?
#once upon a time#once upon a time peter pan#once upon a time fanfiction#ouat peter pan x reader#peter pan x reader#lemon#ouat fandom#ouat felix
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No Banners — Poe Dameron x f!Reader — Prologue
Description: Poe Dameron is set to break you, a pirate who is just as much an enemy to the resistance as you are to the First Order, out of prison, not knowing that what follows will test both of your loyalties.
Warnings: murder, strong language
Words: 1.1k
A/N: This is me rewriting a fic that I started on years ago on another blog but never got past the prologue. If it feels familiar, it might be!
Prologue ☆ Chapter One →
Vinis Dallo woke to darkness. Not the kind of darkness he would like, mind — he’d have been happy to awaken to a dark hotel room in the inner rim with a beautiful Twi’lek on each side of him, the way a man like him deserved — but a fake darkness, created by fabric, by some sort of bag thrown over his head. The last thing he remembered was an alarm, a siren alerting him that his ship was being boarded by hostiles. And then this.
He’d kill them. He’d get his hands on those filthy pirates sooner or later and make them pay for every scrap of metal they damaged, for every belonging of his they touched, but most of all for the indignity they forced him to endure.
“He’s stirrin’,” someone said.
Dallo heard the shuffle of feet, and then the bag was ripped from his head.
“Sorry ‘bout that. Cap’n’s protocol. Don’t risk nobody seein’ nothin’ they shouldn’t. Nothin’ to see here, though. Y’alright?”
“Pirate scum,” he croaked. How long had he been out that he couldn’t even talk? What had they done to him?
“Ah. You’re thirsty. I’ll see what I can do ‘bout gettin’ ya some water.”
“I don’t want your damn—”
“It just gets drier from here, I promise ya. Accept it while ya can.”
“No,” said Dallo, more forcefully.
“What’ve I told you?” came a new voice, from off to his left, where he hadn’t ventured to look yet. “All the money in this galaxy cannot buy a person sense. Go, Tonor. I’ll let you know if he changes his mind about your offering.”
Tonor, his name must then have been, widened his already big, black eyes, and nodded. “Yes, Cap’n,” he said, scurrying off like a bug.
From the shadows emerged the woman who had spoken, a human in a long, red coat, fingers covered in shining rings she’d no doubt stolen from previous victims, and enough necklaces to cause aches.
“You,” Dallo spat.
“Me,” you said, gleefully.
“I should have known. We didn’t even see you coming.”
“It’s a fast ship, mine. Scavenged it together myself. Kept a part from yours as well, that I think will be a lovely addition to genetics. That, ah, cloaking device. That is something. Not good enough to sufficiently hide you, it turns out, but technology can only do so much for a crew when their pilot’s an idiot.”
“Fuck you.”
“Succinct. Pity, the rumors had all made you out to be a wonderful conversationalist and I do love to talk.” Your fingers dragged across his chest, faltering just over the pendant that hung from it. “This is pretty.”
He leaned forward. “Pirate whore.” He spat, this time literally, the thick glob hitting you on the cheek.
You blinked slowly, your facial expression even. With the back of your hand, you wiped your cheek and then, before he had a chance to brace himself, slapped him with it so hard his chair fell over.
It stung. Even after the contact pain subsided a bit, he could feel some kid of sharp burning on his skin — the rings, it must have been. You cut his face with them.
“You don’t seem to realize the situation you’re in, warmonger,” you told him, kicking the exposed back of the chair just beside his head until he was on his back, still tied up and defenseless, now staring at the ceiling. One of your boots came to rest upon his collarbone. “See, your ship was blown to shards hours ago with your crew still on it. Everyone who knew of your fate is dead. It’ll be days before anyone’s noticed you haven’t made it to your destination and sounds the alarms over it, and by then, well. And you’re here spitting in the face of the one person in the galaxy with the ability to help you? Not the choice I’d make.”
“Help me? You’re going to kill me!”
“With the way things are going right now? Yes, I’d say that’s likely. But I don’t have to. And since you still have something I want… maybe we can work out a deal.”
“You’ll let me go?”
“Sure. We’re already docked. I can let you off my ship right here, and you can take the first ride back to Canto Bight. How does that sound?”
He shouldn’t have trusted you. You were a pirate. Still, he knew who your family was, and he knew they wouldn’t make deals without meaning it.
And it was his only chance, anyway. He didn’t want to die.
“What do you want from me?”
“The passcode to that little map you had in your deck. The one I reckon has all every coordinate to every munitions factory and warehouse you own. Acquiesce, and I’ll check that the code works, and you can walk right out.”
Dallo swallowed hard. “8-1-2-3.”
You grinned. “Good boy.”
And then you disappeared, leaving him to stare at the ceiling. He was going to get out. He knew he was, he’d played enough games in Canto Bight to know when he was being lied to, and you weren’t lying.
Mercy. At the hands of the galaxy’s most notorious and destructive pirate.
It took just minutes for you to return, looking pleased, with two of your crew mates in tow. Tonor, as you’d called him, the Rodian, and a Togruta female he recognized as your first mate, Syala Tille.
Syala righted his chair with a roll of her eyes — at him or at your dramatics, he wasn’t sure — and Tonor got to work at untying his bonds.
Dallo shook his leg slightly, hoping to feel the weight of the blaster he always kept hidden by his ankle, but came up short. Of course you’d have checked. He was lucky you hadn’t strip-searched him, at least as far as he was aware.
“It worked. But you knew that, of course,” you said with a wave of your hand. “A deal’s a deal. You’re free to go. My bullies will walk you out.”
“You never told me which planet we’re on.”
“No,” you said. “I couldn’t have even if I wanted to. You were flying awfully close to the edge of the mid rim when we caught you, figured we’d take a little detour from there. We always did love exploration.”
His stomach dropped. “We’re in the unknown area.”
“Indeed. This planet has no name. It’s not on any maps. Not a surprise, really, it doesn’t have any water, either. If anyone’s ever visited before, I imagine they didn’t stay for long. Certainly won’t come back.”
You reached out and snagged the pendant right off his neck.
“You’re leaving me here to die,” he said.
“Maybe. Probably.” You grinned. “You should have accepted the water.”
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Our Countries Greatest
Description: After the loss on the bridge against the Talokanils, Okoye returns to Wakanda without Shuri and the scientist. The Queen is not pleased.
A/n: There is a serious lack of Attuma/Reader fics. I will do my best to fill that hole. Feel free to dm or comment for any chapter or other story ideas.
Warning: mentioned kidnapping
Word count: 756 (I know it's short but I'm posting the second chapter tonight)
Chapter 2
Chapter One: Anathi, Daughter of Okoye
Once Okoye was dismissed I sunk back into my throne, my heart full of dread and regret. My daughter has been taken, Bast knows what they're doing to her.
Vivid images of Shuri helplessly reaching for me, "Mama!"
My vision blurred with tears, "Call in Anathi."
The council and crowd of Doras gasped and whispered to one another. I silenced them with a wave of my hand, "Bring her in immediately, tell her nothing of her mother's dishonor or she will want to bargain."
Aneka nodded and silently marched out of the throne room, accompanied by Ayo who gave me a worried but reassuring nod. M'baku, still chomping on a carrot leans forward. He grins and sighs, "I hope you have a real plan for her. She does not take well to authority."
I nod, "My daughter and Anathi have a close...bond, I'm sure she'll be ready to listen when she hears about Shuri." I know she'll find Shuri and bring her home safely, I remember when they were what their generation calls "a thing". I stared up at the ceiling, trying to prevent more tears from falling. I stood to my feet, "I will have Anathi work with Nakia to retrieve my daughter by any means necessary."
Anathi has been through decades of training since she was 4, but what has made her so strong is that she is fearless and merciless. Death is not something she fears but welcomes.
"That's a grand idea!" M'Baku mocked, "Bring in Wakanda's blood-thirsty, war machine and force her to team up with Nakia, the spy with some sort of common sense."
"They have worked well together in the past." Isaach, the River Tribe elder spoke.
"That was before we imprisoned her father for treason." the Merchant Tribe elder darted her eyes to Isaach, "She adored her father, did she not my queen?"
I nodded, "We can talk about that when she gets here."
I rested my hands on either side of my throne and sighed, "You all are dismissed for now."
The council and their guards slowly shuffle out of my throne room except for M'Baku. He walked to me and held out his hand, "She will be okay, my queen. They wouldn't dare risk war with our country."
I hum and nod to my friend's comforting words. Once the silence settles in the throne room I could only hear the subtle sniffles and cries coming from me, burning tears streaked down my cheeks and my hand tightened around M'baku's. Everyone is gone. My love, my son, and now my daughter.
Anathi's point of view
I hummed along to the music that played softly in the background of my workspace. I run my fingers down the side of my Nifo'oti (a Samoan axe), carefully testing the sharpness of the blade. My eyes burned from being awake for so long, I looked up at my clock...4:27 pm.
"What day is it?" I stood up from my workbench with a loud grunt and began softly singing to calm myself, hoping to make myself tired so I can finally sleep.
Someone's here. I turned towards my door, waiting for a knock. "It's probably Shuri." I smiled and rushed towards the door.
"Anathi." A deep, feminine voice stopped me before I could open the door. I turned to face my mother, whose demeanor gives me chills.
"Don't open the door." she gently took my hand in hers and set it to my side. Her body was trembling as if she were anxious or disturbed by something
"Mama, what-" she cut me off.
"Shuri's been kidnapped." She whispered, "By...Namor."
"That fish thing?" my face dropped, "How did this happen?"
"It happened on the bridge, I got knocked into the water and- Anathi, you have to get her back." My mother begged, folding her hands.
"Why should I?" I scoffed, trying to hide my concern, "You all banished me from the Dora like some filth, do it yourselves."
"We didn't banish you." Another voice spoke that I recognized as Ayo.
I turned to face her standing at my door, "We removed you because of your- well this." She waved her hand around mentioning my room that was covered wall to wall in different weapons, armor, and shields. I collected them from different tribes and countries when I traveled. They were given as gifts or rewards for my service. There was an obvious spot missing from my wall, where my spear used to be. The one gifted to me by the Dora when I completed training years ago. The one they took from me.
"Queen Ramonda requests your presence Warrior Anathi." Aneka ushered me from my room, clamping on a pair of vibranium, "Behave this time."
I sighed, "This is gonna be a shit show."
Next part
#marvel shuri#mcu shuri#letitia wright shuri#princess shuri#attuma of talokan#attuma smut#attuma x reader#black panther wakanda forever#black panther 2 spoilers#attuma#black panther 2#oc#female reader#x black fem reader#black reader#x black reader#attuma/reader
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Pro Hero Midoriya x non-PH Bakugo
AO3 Fanfic Recommendations
BakuDeku au
Disclaimers!
None of the stories linked below are mine.
Some contain mature content. Read tags.
Art work not mine.
Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!
Miss Prissy Pants by LoreGold
Summary: Number One Hero Deku needs a pet/home sitter for his cat Cupcake while he's away on a mission.
Enter secret fanboy and pet sitter Katsuki.
Complete | 6 Chapters | SFW
Hero convention by Sariel19
Summary: Dekus lips were pulled into an attractive smirk, that had no right looking this hot.
“Alright, do you have something I should sign?”, asked the hero with his low but sweet voice.
— — —
OR Thirsty fanboy Katsuki has a meet and greet with his favorite Hero Deku.
Complete | 9 Chapters | NSFW
Of Scrubs and Strange Encounters by baku_bean
Summary: “My name is Katsuki and I’m a nurse here at Slate General Hospital. You doin’ okay?”
It takes a moment, but Izuku opens his eyes and makes a strong effort to focus on Katsuki’s face.
“Ka...Kats...Kacchan,” he slurs. The attempt at wakefulness is momentarily too much, so he closes his eyes and sinks back into the pillow. Katsuki’s mouth drops open, thoroughly affronted.
“Oi, I’m - who do you think you are?!”
— — —
Or that AU where Katsuki's a take-no-shit nurse and Izuku's a clumsier-than-he-should-be Pro Hero who continually lands himself in the care of his soon-to-be favorite nurse.
One Shot | SFW
entangled hands and skin by gochumilk
Summary: Hearing the familiar sound of their apartment door opening and Deku’s soft voice calling out “I’m home” immediately drags out a sigh of relief from Katsuki.
“Welcome home, nerd,” Katsuki says, deliberately clearing his throat when he realizes his voice comes out too softly.
(or quirkless katsuki pampers his pro hero boyfriend deku)
One Shot | SFW
A Painting is Worth a Thousand Words by Superior_CEO_of_Bunzuku
Summary: Bakugou Katsuki, full-time artist and borderline recluse, spends his free time painting his favorite Hero, Pro Hero Deku, as he takes his breaks on the rooftops across from his apartment building. Imagine his surprise when Deku catches him in the act on his balcony and decides to pay him a little visit.
Complete | 5 Chapters | NSFW
Online: Grind Zero by chocolatechiplague
Summary: "Listen, you want your eyeliner sharp enough to fucking kill a man and there's no fucking point going out if your highlight ain't poppin’," Grind Zero commented as he brushed powder across his cheekbones, adding a soft shimmer to his face. He looked into the mirror and pushed his lips into a pout, just to see how it would look before dragging his brush through the powder again, a little more to the top of his cheekbones for the dramatics. He reached for his eyeliner pencil and pointed it to the camera. He pushed his lips into a pout just for the effect before lining the dramatic wings he wanted to create on his eyes over top the smoky eyeshadow he had finished a few minutes prior."If you're not thinking about murder as you strut in the club, just go the fuck home, Becky. You're embarrassing yourself."
Katsuki bakugou is Japan's most loved camboy, taking a focus on makeup and testing its durability with help from his boyfriend prohero Deku, not that Grind Zero's fans would know that little detail.
One Shot | NSFW
Let me see your dick, Izuku by JoonEleven
Summary: "Huh?" Izuku blinked. His throat felt dry as he stared up at his new friend. The blonde had a blush across his face as he placed his glass of water on the table in front of him.
"I want to know how big your dick actually is. Let me see it."
One Shot | Quirkless Bakugo
Rated - Mature
Knot Typical by SweetFictionalDreams
Summary: Katsuki wasn’t your typical Omega, despite how many ‘pick me Omegas’ said that shit on the daily. Katsuki literally was not like your typical Omega. Not only did he tower over almost everyone he met, he was aggressive like a pissed cat and had the canines akeen to a wolf. His scent wasn’t like melting sugary candy or a summer breeze.
One Shot | NSFW | OmegaVerse
Tissue Damage by @amarisllis
Summary: “Oi. Just cuz you’re a pro-hero doesn’t mean you get to keep me waiting, shithead.”
Izuku stutters, eyes widening as he hesitantly hands the man his clipboard. “I, uh… huh?”
Well done. But in his defense, he wasn’t expecting this guy to be so gruff. The man smirks at him, cocking his head in a clear gesture to follow him. “C’mon. This way. You booked a massage session, right? Ya’ got me for the next hour.”
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Or: the one where Izuku learns a thing or two about letting your guard down
{One Shot}
Rated - Teen & Up
Finding You by Mikacrispy
Summary: During a rescue operation in a school, alpha pro hero Midoriya Izuku meets a spitfire teacher. He can't get the omega woman out of his head, so he decides to take a chance and ask her out on a date - and Katsuki decides to humor the big, dorky pro hero.
One Shot | SFW
OmegaVerse | Female Bakugo
#bakudeku#pro hero deku x civilian Baku#quirkless bakugou#pro her Midoriya#aged up bkdk#ao3 bakudeku recs#archive of our own bakudeku#ao3 fic recs#fluff and smut#non hero bakugo#civilian bakugou#aged up bakudeku#fanboy bakugo x pro hero deku#nurse bakugo x pro hero deku#artist bakugo x pro hero midoriya#cam boy baku#camboy bakugo x pro hero deku#Quirkless Omega Bakugo#teacher bakugo x hero midoriya#bakudeku rec#bakudeku fic recs#bakudeku fic rec#ao3 bkdk smut#bakugou x midoriya#bakudeku au
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Sneak Peak to Solar Opposites: Mighty Solars Issue #41: “Stolen” Pt. 2:
Terry, Jesse, Monica and the other humans nod at each other for the signal and finally decided to use their escape plan.
Jesse: I’m thirsty!
Kevin’s Son: I gotta go pee!
Terry: Me too!
Bullet: Hey! Keep it down over there! Or points to some unconscious prisoners you’re all gonna end up like them!
The three captured Mighty Solars and their human allies look at the prisoners and gasp.
All: Ooh. Ow. That’s not fresh. That’s gotta leave a mark!
Cherie: Sir, please. Have mercy. Can we please have some water? There are children and a baby here!
Bullet comes over to give the prisoners some water, but luckily, Monica secretly uses her speed to wish the keys away from the guards.
Bullet: Oh, so you have come to attack me?! Fine! Now nobody gets water! walks away I can’t believe I was forced to stay here and keep on some brats while the others ware watching a crazy woman get destroyed. I can fucking hold a bowl of mercury.
Monica quietly hands Cherie the keys as she hands Pezlie over to Terry, who starts holding her carefully as Cherie uses the keys to unlock the chains on her hands. It worked, until…
Bullet: Hey! What do you think you’re doing? suddenly gets hit by a purple lightning beam
Vil-Gil-An-T appears along with Qausarblast, Mighty Pupa, Starburst, Nova and Montez as Qausarblast uses his invisibility to outrun some of the guards. The guards were defeated once Montez uses an electric pole to knock out the last one.
Cherie: Montez! Phoebe! You guys are okay.
Montez: I was so worried about you.
Phoebe: Me too!
Phoebe hugs Cherie. Vil-Gil-An-T and Qausarblast then unlocks the chains and helps free the prisoners.
Jesse: hugs Vil-Gil-An-T You’re alive! I can’t believe it!
Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: So? I got knocked out of the sky! You think that’s gonna get rid of me permanently!
Jesse playfully punches Vil-Gil-An-T’s shoulder as the two siblings smiled.
Terry: Wait?! Where’s Kevin and Sherbet?!
Korvo/Qausarblast: sighs I’m sorry, but the Silver Blades got them!
Kevin’s Wife: What?!
Kevin’s Kids: No! Not daddy! Please daddy, don’t die!
Jesse: What do we do now?!
Korvo/Qausarblast: Don’t worry, we just need to come up with a plan! But first first, is everyone here?
Kevin’s Wife: No. No, some of us were lucky. But, they took Frankie, Cooke, Perez, Mia, Randall, Darcy and Jaime with them!
Cherie: We’re so glad you aliens are here! If it weren't for you guys, we would been dead for real.
Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: So, I'm guessing that Qourra chose her side.
Mark: Yep.
Cherie: So that's how it is then.
Nova: I'm afraid so.
Yumyulack/Vil-Gil-An-T: So how should we handle her now?
Montez: That's the thing. There is no more handle now.
Nova: What does that mean?
Monica: transforming into Lightspeed No more running away!
Phoebe/Starburst: No more holding back.
Jesse: transforming into Fung-Irl No more giving in.
Vil-Gil-An-T: And no more hiding.
Korvo/Qausarblast: The Silver Blades are the real criminals.
Terry: transforming into Mighton And we're going to stop her. Whatever it takes.
Korvo/Qausarblast: Come on guys! We got a planet and some humans to save!
The Mighty Solars and their human friends head to the lab where the rest of captive prisoners are at and prepares to save the day and their friends, who are being tested on!
Phoebe MacCarthy/Starburst and Monica Miller/Lightspeed belongs to @themagicwolf6677
#solar opposites#solar opposites au#solar opposites mighty solars#solar opposites: mighty solars#mighty solars#korvo/quasarblast#terry/mighton#yumyulack/vil gil an t#jesse/fung irl#pupa/the mighty pupa#phoebe/starburst#monica/lightspeed#phoebe maccarthy#monica solar opposites#monica miller#principal cooke#miss frankie solar opposites#sherbet solar opposites#cherie x phoebe#cherie the wall#montez the wall#montez solar opposites#pezlie solar opposites#kevin solar opposites#randall solar opposites#silver cops#solar opposites silver cops#mighty solars silver blades#just like silver hawks#silver blades
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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (21/?)
SOL 37
“You've been awfully quiet,” she said, tucking herself more snugly under his arm, her head resting on his shoulder.
Their bodies were both damp with sweat from a bout of rigorous lovemaking, and despite the heaters in the HAB working at capacity, she shivered.
“Hmm?” he hummed, pulling the blanket up and over her bare shoulder.
“I said you’ve been awfully quiet,” she repeated. “Distracted, too.” With this, she pressed a quick kiss to his sandpapery cheek.
“Yeah,” he said, “I guess I am.”
“Anything you’d like to talk about?”
“Yes,” he said, reaching up to run his fingers through her hair, light as an afterthought. “But there’s this pesky thing called ‘confidentiality’ that precludes me from doing so.”
“Ah,” said Scully. “Say no more.”
There was something about being away from society at large that made one forget that its ethics were still germane. Particularly between two people who had grown as close as she and Mulder had. She sighed. Despite how spousal they felt, its privilege didn’t apply. If whoever in the crew was experiencing something they needed a psychologist’s help with, it couldn’t be too dire or Mulder would consult with her in her capacity as flight surgeon.
“If what we were doing about twenty minutes ago didn’t take your mind off of it,” she went on, hoisting herself up onto her elbow to give him a cheeky grin, “I believe the commander has a surprise in store for us all this morning that probably will.”
That got his attention. “A surprise?”
She nodded.
“I hope it’s a care package from home,” Mulder said. “I haven’t gotten one yet. The postal service around here is terrible.”
Scully chuckled and swung her bare legs over the side of her cot.
“Get dressed,” she said. “I expect a PA announcement any minute.”
Right on cue, the base speakers squawked and Ehrlich’s voice came through.
“All crew, please muster in the mess in twenty minutes, I’ve got a fairly cool thing to show you. Repeat, please muster in the mess in twenty.”
“Think we’ve got time for a shower?” Mulder asked, sitting up and pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“We do if we share one,” Scully said, quirking a grin in his direction.
Interest flared in his eyes, and Mulder was distracted no longer.
Xx
Even Powers, who was under a bed rest order due to concussion protocols, shuffled into the mess, shooting Scully the same look one might get from a teenager who slunk in after curfew. She tried to give him a reassuring smile. Only Ehrlich, Scully, Shaw and Hramic knew what the surprise was, and Scully didn’t want anyone missing out on it, though Powers looked wan, his eyes red-rimmed and haggard. She’d make sure he was able to participate, and then shuttle him right back to bed.
At the head of one of the tables in the mess, there were two pitchers of water and a stack of cups as though set out for a board meeting, and Ehrlich stood at the chair behind it like a chairman about to call the assembly to order.
“Is that everyone?” The commander said, as Henderson entered, shoving his arm through the sleeve of his jumpsuit, his hair a wild mess.
He clocked everyone looking at him. “Hey, I was on night duty,” he said defensively.
“This is guaranteed to wake you up,” Ehrlich said with a smile, and everyone who had been milling around quickly took a seat.
“Is that what I think it is?” Elmer piped up from the other end of the table, pointing at the tray in front of the commander. Ehrlich smiled. “Hot damn!”
“It’s been run through every test Mission Control mandated and a few they haven’t,” said Ehrlich.
“Martian water?” asked Mulder, and Scully noted a very slight uptick in the pitch of his voice which she doubted anyone else noticed.
Ehrlich nodded. “Who’s thirsty?”
Excited chatter started up from every corner of the table as the commander began pouring the water into cups and passing them around. When everyone had one in front of them, the talking died down and a restlessness settled on them all.
“Who wants to drink first?” Ehrlich asked, and everyone looked around nervously, eagerly.
Scully looked down at her own water, trying to judge its substance. It looked like any other fusion of hydrogen and oxygen; clear and wet, with a few tiny bubbles that clung to the side of the tumbler.
To her left, Elmer raised his cup. “To your health, commander,” he said, and brought the water to his lips. Scully watched as his throat worked, and he set his cup down as he swallowed, his look contemplative. A moment later, he doubled over, clutching at his stomach. Several people gave shouts of alarm, and Scully was half out of her chair to rush to his side when he looked up wearing a shit-eating grin.
“I’m just fucking with ya,” he said, and several of the crew laughed. Dutton put her hand to her chest as if to press a string of pearls, and Henderson looked shaken.
“I could court martial you for that, asshole,” Ehrlich said on a chuckle, and then the keyed up mantle that had laid over the table seemed to retreat, and everyone relaxed.
Elmer took another sip. “It’s fine,” he said, after swishing it around his mouth for a moment. “It’s like…” He struggled to find the words, and a few more of the crew brought their own cups to their lips.
“It’s like slurping water from a tin ladle at summer camp,” piped up Shaw, lowering the cup from his mouth. “Only it got run through a Soda Stream first.”
“It’s carbonated?” Ehrlich asked with wonder, finally tasting it herself.
“I’ll be damned,” said Powers quietly.
From beside her, Mulder grabbed the glass in front of himself and looked over to Scully. He raised his eyebrows as if to say Together? And Scully nodded, grabbing her own cup and tapping it gently against his.
Shaw had the right of it, she thought. It was, she marveled, remarkably reminiscent of the minerally tang of drinking water from a tin ladle; it tasted metallic, a redolence of pennies on the tongue, and it had a vague effervescence, like a can of flat soda.
A reverent silence fell over the table, each crew member grasping the weight of the moment, the enormity of the occasion—they had all just absorbed the essence of another planet—Mars was a part of them, now; they were beings of two worlds.
After a lengthy and heavy silence, Ehrlich cleared her throat. “May as well do a briefing now while I’ve got you all here. I’m making a change to the crew scheme that will impact all of us for about the next six weeks.” Everyone looked up to her. “As you know, we’ve had some trouble getting clear weather data here on planet. We don’t have enough satellite coverage, and if we get a big dust storm or some other kind of phenomena we won’t be able to collect the data we need, and—and this is the worrying part—we might not see it coming at us until it’s too late. Elmer pinged the weather balloons that were launched prior to Nerio’s landing, and nearly half of them are either down, or not responding. Shaw and Patel were originally scheduled to take out Rover 2 next week to deploy the new and improved balloons for the global meteorological monitoring system. However,” at this she paused and roved her eyes over the crew, “I’m going to need Shaw here to monitor the well system, and because we’ve lost so many balloons and because their range is still relatively limited, we’re going to have to deploy more than originally planned. Which means a longer EVA.”
“How much longer?” Patel asked.
“Four weeks minimum,” said Ehrlich seriously, and Shaw let out a low whistle.
“Long time to be in a tin can with another human,” he said.
“Precisely,” replied the commander, who turned to Mulder and Scully. “I’m sending you two instead.”
“Commander?” said Scully questioningly. This was not an eventuality she saw coming.
“I need a working unit out there,” Ehrlich went on. “Who aren’t going to get sick of each other. You two have been inseparable for a while now.” At this, several of the Nerio crew tried and failed to hold back small smiles. “This will give you nothing but time. And if you get on each other’s nerves, well, I’m sure you can find an activity that will exorcize some of that energy.” At this there were a few outright snickers.
Ignoring them, Mulder spoke up. “Commander, I’m not trained on the balloon mechanics. If we encounter a problem with them, wouldn’t you be more comfortable having Henderson or someone with more mechanical expertise on mission?”
“These are simple machines, Mulder. If you can fly a spaceship, you can fix a balloon.”
“They’re so easy Powers could do it,” teased Henderson.
Powers, who normally would have had a self-deprecating quip locked and loaded, stayed silent. He looked miserable, Scully thought.
“Anyway, there’s nothing Base Base can’t walk you through,” Ehrlich said, wresting back control of the conversation.
“What if there’s a medical situation at the HAB?” Scully asked. “I know that Hramic is a skilled EMT.” At this Hramic gave her a casual two-fingered salute. “But four-plus weeks seems particularly long to be without a flight surgeon.”
“We’ve got Earth-to-Mars comms down to a fairly short delay. Baker’s champing at the bit to be in charge for a while,” she said, referring to the Mission Control medical lead. “I’m risking it for the sake of unit cohesion.”
Mulder and Scully stole a glance at each other.
“All right,” Mulder said, shifting his gaze back to the commander. “I guess we should start packing, then.”
Xx
Mulder caught up with her in the hallway outside their quarters after she’d checked in with Powers, whom she’d ordered back to bed.
“I’m thinking of getting a bumper sticker for the back of Rover 2,” he said, falling into step with her. “‘ Doc is my co-pilot .’”
Scully gave him a short, fakey laugh. It wasn’t as though she weren’t looking forward to the EVA—on the contrary, she was eager as hell to get out and see more of the planet. But four, maybe six weeks in cramped, unending isolation with any other person was going to be tough. Even after admitting to herself that she was absolutely besotted with the handsome dork walking next to her.
“It’s almost like they ‘ship us, Scully.”
She gave an uncharacteristic snort. “Or they’re trying to break us up.”
Taking a quick glance around to make sure they were alone, Mulder pulled her up short, and drew her to him, then ran his hands down both cheeks of her ass. “I’m looking forward to the forced proximity,” he rumbled. “I can’t get enough of you.”
She tipped her head back to look up at him. “We’re about to test the limits of that particular sentiment, Mulder.”
The look on his face was near feral. Above them, the HAB rippled and the Martian wind hummed. Inside her chest there was an answering thrum.
“Let’s get it on, honey,” Mulder said, and she couldn’t help but let a slow smile blossom under the heat of his gaze.
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What a wonderful world. Sanemi X Optimistic (Fem) Reader -Part 1-
Slight cussing. You are warned.
*If this gets a couple couple hearts, I'll post part 2. I just want to see how everyone likes it first
Sanemi isn't the nicest guy in the Demon Slayer Corps. Of course, everyone has a past that brought them to the Corps. Many people anger him daily, but Y/N, you are at the top of the list. It's not that you are mean or cause him trouble. No. It's your optimism. He cannot stand it. It can be in the worse situation yet, here you are. Seeing the brightest. No one knows truly where she came from. She just... appeared. One day she was just finishing the Final Selection. The next is on the Hashira's tails in terms of strength and skill. She takes up the missions alone. She prefers it that way. It's strange that this girl would rub Sanemi the wrong way like she does, she would never hurt anybody. No one in the Corps would but, She... She's just too optimistic.
'Another successful mission!' Y/N thought to herself. She walked with her arms folded behind her back as she went down one of the many Butterfly Mansion hallways.
'I wonder what my next one will be- OH! What a beautiful day!' In mid-thought, The smaller girl turned towards the window in the hall. It was a slightly cloudy day but, the birds were chirping and the clouds would only provide some nice shade for the people working in the fields nearby.
'I sure do hope we get some rain soon, the plants are probably getting a little thirsty. If I wasn't so busy I would water them but, I got to keep moving.' She unfolded her arms and leaned them on the windowsill. Her H/C hair blew slightly with the gentle breeze that came with the day. Her eyes glimmered slightly in the sun's golden rays. She then let out a soft sigh.
CREAK
The gate to the Estate was opened. Y/n turned her head slightly to the right to see who it was. It was no other than the man himself, Sanemi. She took in a deep breath this time and removed herself from the window just in time to not be seen by the White-haired male. She like Sanemi. She thought he was a great guy but, for whatever reason, he always picked on her and liked to argue. Like he was testing her. She always stayed the same. Nothing would change but, the negativity would always make her question things about people. How could someone do such a noble deed as slay demons if they were so angry and argumentative? She just has to believe that he was in his position for a reason and trust fate. Fate is everything.
'I'm not gonna stay here tonight. I need to go before there's a problem. I'll say bye to the girls and be on my way.'
She continued down the hallway to the main courtyard. Sanemi was inside at this point, she remained undetected at this moment.
"Oi! Y/n-Chan! Sanemi is looking for youuuuuu~" Shouted Kiyo. She and her sisters came up to Y/n.
"He was scary..."
"He said something about orders..."
Y/n sighed. She looked down at the ground.
"Y/n-chan? You okay?" Sumi said softly. The 3 girls circled her. Y/n snapped out of her short daze and said,
"Of course I'm okay! I get to go save some people!" She smiled brightly which made the girls smile. They then led her into the main doors of the mansion.
Just as they walked in, Sanemi stood there with his arms crossed and quickly glace at the girls.
"You."
Y/n just smiled at the scowling man.
"Yes, Sanemi, You called for me?"
"Yeah. I got orders. We leave to go to the town in a hour."
Y/n froze slightly.
"We?"
"Yes. We. Are you dumb?"
"No. I'm just... Excited!"
Of course, that statement was fake. Faker than the smile she gave him.
Sanemi just shook his head and huffed.
"Yeah. You do that. I'll meet you at the gate. Don't be late."
With that the man just walked off to who knows where. The trio looked up at Y/n.
"He's scary." "Why is he mean to you?" "Y/n-Chan..."
Y/n just smiled her signature closed-eyed smile at them.
"It's okay. Everyone has a reason for the way they are and treat people but, everyone has a soft side as well. He'll come around eventually. I know he means well."
The girls nodded and hugged her.
"Okay!" "We trust you!" "We love you, Y/n-chan!"
Y/n just giggled and hugged them back.
'I hope this isn't as much as a mess as I think it will be.'
__--___---__--___---__-Time skip a hour-__---___--__---___--__
Sanemi huffed , crossed his arms, and leaned against the pillar by the outside of the gate. He didn't want to go on a mission with the dumb H/C haired girl. Hell, he didn't want to even be a around her. He growled slightly to himself. Why did he have to be the one to evaluate her? Kagaya could have picked anyone else but, here he is, babysitting a youngling. He'd rather be training or tracking down a Kizuki by himself. Someone had to be able to witness how she operated.
No one knew what breathing she does. Only rumors and they were all different. She operates alone. She doesn't look like she carries any sort of weapon. Her Corps outfit was just a normal female uniform. The only thing is that it was slightly shorter and came out a little bit more, poofy would be the word. Not too poofy but, enough to keep off her legs. She wore a kimono that ombres from white to light blue to midnight blue. Relatively basic but, Everyone has a reason they wear there kimono so, you don't question it. Her hair was always the same. The same H/C (hair style of choice here). The the only thing is that there was something about her eyes. They have a slight light blue tinge. Not enough to notice but, if you focus really hard, you can see it.
Sanemi shook his head. Why did he pay that close attention to the girl to notice all this? He didn't know why. He just... does. He grumbled once again and shifted his stance.
"I'm here."
He looked at the shorter girl.
"About damn time. Let's get going."
"What village are we going to?"
Sanemi just started to walk in the direction of the village, ignoring the question.
Y/N just smiled and started to walk with him.
"Okay! I'll just follow you!"
He just took a side glance at her and continued on as she bounced along next to him, humming to herself and smiling up at him.
'Why me?' 'Why me?' they both thought.
--__--__--__--__--__--_Time skip 3 hours_--__--__--__--__--__--__--
The sun was beginning to slowly go down. Just in time for them to reach the village. They stepped one foot in the village just to be bombarded by the civilians.
"Oh thank goodness you're here!" "We've been waiting for your arrival!"
Sanemi opened his mouth to say something only to be cut off by Y/n.
"We got here as soon as possible! So, who wants to tell us some details while we set up base?"
The villagers instantly guided them to there place of stay. It was a little Inn in the middle of the village. There was a bigger man waiting for them at the door.
"I'm so glad you could get here, Ms. Y/n! We've been awaiting to be graced with your presence. Now, we can sleep tonight knowing we are finally saved by The Blue Angel. I'm the Mayor of our little village. My name is Shoto. I'm the one you call for if you need anything, Angel."
Y/n smiled and nodded.
"Thank you! I'm happy to help out everyone here. "
"Thank you! Now, follow me this way to your rooms"
Sanemi just followed. He was thinking. How did the normal public know her 'nickname' but, not the Corps? Kagaya didn't even know this. He will definitely will gather a bunch of info on this mission.
_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-Time skip a hour-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_
The Mayor told him everything that the village knew about the terror that roams the streets at night as they were shown their rooms. Once that was established, it was just in time for nightfall.
One of the key things that the demon would go after was, of course, petite women. Y/n sighed. She didn't have extra clothes to look more "petite". She knew this demon was smart enough to recognize the Demon Slayer Corps uniform. It was a very well seasoned demon. Whenever a Corps member would show up and walk the streets, the demon would do nothing that night or as many nights as the person was there.
She decided what she needed to do. She went and purchased (With much intervention from the shop owner who just wanted to give it to her) a white Obi Belt. She wrapped her kimono around her to cover her Corps outfit. She looked at herself in the mirror and nodded. This is perfect.
Sanemi was just observing everything. He was surprised that she never said one word to him. She would only smile at him and go about her way. He was curious what her plan was. He heard a knock on his door. He got up and opened it. There was the girl herself. She knew he was here to observe. Not to intervene unless necessary. She's definitely not dumb.
Y/n smiled at him,
"I need you to be indoors tonight. If you watch, watch from a window. This demon recognizes Corps member outfits easily. So, I've covered up. I'm gonna head out now. The sky is so beautiful to not go for a walk! Bye Sanemi!"
With that she turned around and walked down the hallway, humming to herself as she did. Sanemi just shook his head.
'She is definitely not dumb, that's for sure'
------------------Slight time skip-------------------------
Y/n walked the streets, looking at the stars and humming. She knew exactly where the demon was. She's able to sense the auras, from anyone and anything. Auras say a lot about something or someone. They are constantly changing and they are always subject to change. Demons have a specific aura. They carry a lot of dread and death. Most demons have anger in there auras, not this one.
No. This one was different. This demon carried hatred, dread, death and hunger. So, in summary, this demon hates women, wants to kill them, and eat them. He is very desperate to eat something.
Y/n isn't one bit scared. She knows how they tick. So a sign of vulnerability at they will strike. She decided it was time. She saw a familiar flower. A Queen of the night! This flower sat on a cactus. So beautiful yet, don't touch.
"Wow! A Dutchman's Pipe Cactus! It's blooming tonight too?!? Lucky me! I get a Queen of the Night to look at!"
She then squatted down to inspect the plant. Of course keeping her legs together because she is a lady.
Just as planned, the demon struck. She moved to the right, causing the demon to slide and run over the cactus. She sighed.
"Why did you do that?!? Those flowers are rare! So beautiful to witness and you destroyed it." She crossed her arms.
The demon just growled and went to slice her with claws once again. She dodged with lightning speed and kicked the demon in the back, causing him to stumble forward.
"Look, Demon. I know you aren't dumb. I want to talk to you."
She smiled at the demon. The demon was taken aback by the girl.
"Why would I talk to you?!? You are just dinner."
He went to lunge again only to stop mid attack.
"I know who hurt you. You just want peace finally. I can give you that."
"No. No you don't. Stop spewing lies!"
"It was Shoto."
Everything froze. Y/n just stared into the demons eyes.
"Everyone refers to you as a he but, you are a she. You are Shoto's 'deceased' wife. That's not the case. You were murdered so Shoto can go for a younger woman, fertile women. They can do what you can't. Mother a child. You hate them."
Tears streamed down the demon's face.
"He made it wear you weren't recognizable with a fire. No one would question a fire. You were locked in the bedroom. He made sure you didn't make it."
The demon's face turned to anger,
"How do you know anything?!? You don't know how I became this.... this.... this thing!"
Y/n just smiled and reached a hand out to her.
"I'm here to bring you peace. Even though you've done awful things in this state, your aura still hides deep within the past. You were sweet and gracious. You were forced into this state. You didn't ask for this. It's time to end the torture and go home. You're miscarried children are waiting for you.... Even the one you lost in the fire you didn't know about."
The demon started to wail and collapsed to her knees. Tears spilled from her eyes. Y/n walked towards her and got on her knees with her. She gently caressed the deformed face of the infected women.
"It's time to go home, Ada."
"Okay." Wailed the demon. She reached her claws out to Y/n. She wrapped her arms around the girl and sobbed. She missed her family, she missed her babies, she didn't ask for this. Finally, someone was here to comfort her.
Y/n just held her and patted her hair softly. They sat there for a good 10 minutes just hugging.
"Okay, Ada, are you ready to go?"
The demon released her and nodded. She wiped her eyes the best she could. Y/n grabbed her handkerchief and wiped them for her. Once she did that, she stood up.
"This might pinch a little but, just continue towards the light. They are waiting."
She untied her belt and stood there. She grabbed her dual katanas from their sheath. The blades were a steel dark blue and the handles were that light blue color as the glint in her eyes.
"Wait. Before I go, what is your name?"
Y/n smiled.
"I'm Y/n."
Ada smiled back at her.
"Thank you, Y/n. Thank you for taking me home. I'm ready."
-
And like that, Ada was beheaded in the blink of an eye. She still had the happiest smile on her face. She woke up in the light. She looked around One side dark, One side light. She remembered what Y/n said. She turned away from the darkness and ran as fast as she could.
'My babies. There waiting for me'
Soon, Ada heard them. After that, She was home.
'Thank you. Thank you, Y/n. I'm at peace.'
-
Y/n stood there. She stared at the sky. The sun was starting to rise. She took in a deep breath. Once again, another soul at peace. She sheathed her swords.
"That's not how you fight demons. You failed this mission and you know it."
Sanemi came out of the shadows. Y/n turned to him.
"You made friends with a demon. You failed. You shouldn't be apart of us."
Sanemi stepped closer to her.
"What made you think that was okay? It wasn't. Don't worry. Kagaya is gonna hear about this and you'll be banished by night."
Y/n had enough. She was done with Sanemi and his negativity. He's ruthless and emotionless.
"Why? Why did I fail? I did my part. I know how to read situations. She wasn't a demon by choice. She was hurt. She needed closure. She was murdered for fuck's sake! She didn't ask for the torture Muzan made her endure! I know how they feel! I can read it! You can't. You're an emotionless, ruthless person. You don't know anything on why I do things the way I do. You don't need to. No one does. That's the only reason you are here. Just to report how I operate. I'm tired of you and you're attitude towards me. I do nothing but be nice to you and you are always an asshole for no reason. I try to always be happy to raise people's aura's and make them feel better about the world around them. It's a wonderful world. Learn to see the brighter side of it then be a prick all the time."
Sanemi was stunned. Y/n never exploded like this. She just stood there, tears streaming down her face. He... He actually felt bad for once about how he has treated her. He didn't know this is how she felt.
"I'm leaving. You tell Shoto that the mission is completed. I'm going back the Butterfly Mansion."
"Wait-"
By that point, she was gone. Sanemi just stood there, staring at the slight dust that was kicked up from her disappearance.
"*Sigh* What have I done?"
#demon slayer#sanemi shinazugawa#angst prompt#demonic#emotional#regret#anger#suffering#pregnancy loss#part one#short story
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Foolin’ (15/20) // eddie munson x ofc
Summary: Kat gets into a fight with her aunt and confides in Robin, Steve, and Dustin about what she should do regarding Eddie.
Word Count: 3.2k
Warnings: mentions of abandonment, internal struggling, angst, angst, angst
Taglist: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @michele131 @riffcrusader
Kat abruptly put her car in park. All she wanted was the quiet solitude of her room. The only thing she wanted to do was surrender to a slumber where she didn’t have to remember anything that happened in the past two days. Eddie was going to try and talk to her. So many different scenarios filled her head with any and all of his possible reactions. As much as she was running away from him, she longed to run to him too. The hangover she had wasn’t the only thing splitting her head in two.
For once her aunt was actually home, which was to be expected as it was the one time Kat wished she wasn’t. She went into the house, hoping Linda would be distracted enough to not notice she was home early. “Kat? Is that you?” She heard her call from the kitchen. So much for that.
“Hey, Aunt Linda.” Kat hoped her voice just sounded more tired than anything.
“What are you doing home from school so early? Everything alright?” She asked, concerned.
“Yeah, I just have a killer headache. I made it through my English test and there wasn’t anything important for the rest of the day, so I thought I’d head home early.”
“I’m making bacon cheeseburgers. I’ll save you one. It’ll probably help when you wake up. Here, have some water though.” She said as she poured then handed Kat a glass of water.
“Thanks,” Kat said quietly, taking a big sip. She was surprised at how thirsty she was.
“Kat, before you go upstairs, and since you’re here, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
“Yeah?”
“Sherri, you know from across the street? Well, she informed me that there’s been a beat up van parking outside the house. Is that a friend of yours?”
Kat tensed up instantly. She already didn’t like where this was going. “Yeah, it’s my friend Eddie’s. We meet here and take my car. Why? Is that a problem for Sherri?” Her tone became increasingly defensive.
“It’s just… It’s rare for cars like that to appear in this neighborhood. She was concerned.”
Kat scoffed. “Oh, concerned? Concerned about what? Having a temporary eyesore across the street? Should just tell her to mind her own goddamn business.”
“Kat! What is this about?”
“You know, Eddie gets enough shit from the people in this town. Now I have to hear about ‘Sherri’ being just as judgemental as everyone else, just because of his stupid van?” The heat started rising in Kat. Her anger simmered throughout her. She needed to get this under control.
“Wait, are you talking about the Munson boy?” Linda questioned cautiously.
“Yes? Don’t even–”
“Kat. You can’t be friends with him! He is not good company to keep. His family, they are definitely not good people. Can’t say I’m surprised, you’d gravitate towards this town’s main derelict. Please, Kat, you can’t keep repeating the same patterns. I am just trying to look out for you and your own good!” Linda rushed everything she had to say, hoping to get it all out, hoping Kat would understand she was just concerned for her niece.
A quiet stillness befell her and she could only stare at her aunt in shock. She really thought her aunt was not just like everyone else in this stuck up, pretentious town. In reality, it didn’t surprise her upon this realization. Linda was her mother’s sister after all. Just because she couldn’t keep up with the Los Angeles socialites, didn’t mean she didn’t harbor their prejudices. All the while, Kat was seething.
“Have you ever had a conversation with him?” Kat asked too calmly.
“Well no, but his family has a reputa–”
“Then shut. Your. Mouth. I’ll have you know he has been the only person who has stopped at nothing to want to get to know me, for me. I haven’t met anyone kinder or more understanding than him in my whole goddamn life. You have no idea of the shit he’s been through. You don’t know the first goddamn thing about him! Does my opinion mean nothing to you? Do you hold the town gossip that high?” Kat’s voice crescendoed more so than Eddie’s did in the lunchroom. The storm that had started inside her earlier was about to be unleashed as her anger came to a boil. Her fists were balled up by her sides. She could feel this current of electricity pulsing through her. Linda was absolutely shocked by this outburst.
“Do not ever speak to me that way again. Do you hear me? You are under my roof. It is because of my kindness that you are even here! You do this again–”
“You’ll what? Ship off me somewhere else? Oh, because that has never happened before! Figures you’d be just like the rest of them! I ruffle a couple feathers and away I go! Make me someone else's problem, right?!” Kat yelled and then laughed maniacally. It felt like the electric current of fury was radiating off her. She was too enraged to notice that the lights were starting to flicker.
Linda started backing away from her. Her eyes darted around to all the lights as a look of absolute horror became painted across her face. “Oh no. It’s– it’s happening again,” Linda said softly to herself. “Kat, I… I’m sorry. Look, why don’t we finish this conversation later, alright? When we’re both in a better frame of mind? I didn’t mean– I didn’t want to upset you. Please, know I would never send you away from here. I couldn’t do that to you.” She hoped speaking in a compassionate tone would be enough to at least bring Kat down a few levels.
Kat tightened her jaw. At some point, she had relaxed her hands during her last mini-rant, but she eyed a couple soda cans left on the counter. She looked at them, then at Linda, and back at the cans. She brought her hand into a fist again, the cans simultaneously collapsing in on themselves as she did so. This exerted enough energy from Kat that she simply shot Linda a look that could practically kill before she turned and dashed up the stairs to her room. Kat thought she had closed her door as she walked by it, but halfway into her room, she simply waved her hand behind her and it slammed shut.
Linda let out a heavy sigh once the door shut and the lights stopped flickering. She immediately went over to the phone. “Hank, it’s– how bad are things going to get for Hawkins? … Yes I know you told me not to worry and you had it under control there. … Hank, listen! It’s happening again! She…We got into an argument. Her power…It– It’s only grown. She has no idea. … The lights flickered. She looked at two soda cans and they crumpled! Two of them, Hank! At the same time! Not even 011 could do that. Well, that we know of. The energy was palpable. She had to do something to get it to stop. I told you she should have gone to Lenora! … I can’t for another two weeks. We need to keep the trip as scheduled. … Hank, I have been working doubles. I have to put my time in, so they don’t question it. You know this. … Alright. … Yes. Yes, I’ll keep an eye on her. I’ll let you know if anything else happens.” She hung up the phone, casting a worried glance up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Kat immediately went to rapidly thumb through her records until she found the one that would channel her emotions the best. She had yet to stop seeing red. Everything was catching up with her. All the emotions she had repressed to make it through school flooding through all her senses. After putting her stereo at an almost obnoxious volume, she fell back onto her bed and stared at the ceiling. The sounds of Slayer’s album, Hell Awaits, blocked out the storm inside her enough to keep her at bay. Eventually, she drifted into a dreamless sleep, exhausted from all of today’s events.
When she woke up, the house was silent. It was almost dark. She glanced over at her clock, seeing it was just about half past four. Luckily her headache had mostly subsided, but her stomach was growling.
Still completely dressed, she went downstairs to see if there was anything in the kitchen. Catching sight of the two soda cans she crushed without even touching then, she got an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Guilt wrapped itself around her, not because of the way she had spoken to her aunt, but only because of how harshly she had said it. She wished she could have just told Linda how much she loved him, but how could she tell her that when she could barely even admit that to herself? Nevertheless, her point stood still, although she could no longer stand to be in that house. Her backpack had been dropped on the floor earlier, so she reached in, grabbing her wallet, then keys off the table in the foyer, before she headed out in search of dinner.
Winding up at a McDonald’s, she scarfed down a Big Mac with extra pickles and extra Mac sauce, fries, and a Sprite. Afterwards, she drove around town. While she knew where she was, she felt completely lost. All she wanted to do was run to Eddie and tell him what had happened, but what if he wanted nothing to do with her? He easily could have been walking towards her to tell her to leave him alone, that she was too much, too forward, or that he already had enough to deal with what people said about him around town and that he couldn’t take on the gossip about her too. Deep down, she knew that was not true. He did promise her he would never abandon her; however, that promise was made after a night of partying. The disbelief that someone would stick by their word when it came to her had clouded her judgement.
She looked around, taking in where exactly she was in Hawkins. Upon realizing she was less than ten minutes away from Family Video, she decided since she couldn’t run to Eddie, confiding in Robin would work just as well. In the event she wasn’t working, she hoped maybe Steve would hear her out, assuming Robin talked to him about everything. Then again, she vaguely knew that Eddie confided in Dustin, and Dustin confided in Steve, so chances were good that if she had to settle for him, he’d have an idea of what she needed to sort out.
Thankfully, at this point everyone had gotten their movies for the evening or had gotten them yesterday for Halloween as the store looked empty. She saw a kid with curls billowing out from under his hat emphatically talking to Steve and Robin. Recognizing Dustin immediately, she let out a surprising sigh of relief that all three of them were there.
“Steve, he was acting insane. He yelled at Nancy. Well, not at her, but he was like ‘How ‘bout a cover story?’ and making this huge scene. I mean he acts up a lot, but never like that.”
“Clearly your new best friend really likes–”
“Kat! Hey! Hi! I was so worried about you today. I wanted to check on you, but I couldn’t find you anywhere, and then you weren’t at lunch, and…How are you doing? Are you okay? Do you need to rent E.T.? I’ve noticed you do that a lot. I’m guessing it’s a comfort movie. Not that I remember in a weird stalker way, just I notice repeats with a lot of customers.” Robin interrupted Steve with her nervous rambling as she saw Kat had walked into the store. Dustin and Steve exchanged wide eyed looks at each other.
“Why didn’t you tell me she was walking in!” Dustin whispered harshly at Steve who just waved his hands around in an exasperated expression.
“Because I was… ugh.” Steve shook his head and dropped his hands to his sides, giving up trying to explain it to Dustin.
Kat laughed for the first time that day. “I know what you mean, Robin. No, not sure I’m gonna get a movie today. I’m, uh… Well, I needed to talk about some things that happened last night, because I’m just…I’m really confused and I don’t know if I fucked everything up and…” Kat confessed, almost getting choked up from keeping everything to herself all day. Once she started she couldn’t help everything from spilling out.
Robin could see the tears welling in her eyes and gave Steve a panicked look. “Oh, um, oh no. Crying. Kat’s crying. I don’t do well with heavy emotions. Um, yeah, just… We’ll listen. We can talk about it, um, it’ll…be…okay?” Robin and Steven both moved from behind the counter to attempt to somehow console her. Dustin, seeing as he was the closest to Kat, rushed over to give her a hug. This snapped her back to the present moment, keeping the tears at bay for now. “Aw, Kat, don’t cry!” She smiled and returned the hug as she really needed some comfort.
After the hug, Steve said, with concern in his voice, “Alright, Kat, tell us what happened. Because from what I heard they were out for blood today.”
“So, these girls were talking shit about me and Eddie outside of the bathroom. Maybe I had too tight of a grip on their shoulders and told them to keep our names out their mouths. Like, there are totally worse threats I could have made. So then, Eddie and I left. I was drunk, like really drunk.”
“Yep, we saw that,” Steve nodded.
“Right. Also, sorry Steve if I was mean to you defending Eddie.”
“Wait, what did you say about Eddie?” Dustin questioned Steve.
“It doesn't matter. What else happened, Kat?”
“Ok, well, I might have been a little…touchy? Not in a gross way. Just…I cried a little. And sort of begged him not to leave me? I guess. I don’t know. I have abandonment issues. Anyway, then those girls with their stupid boyfriends saw us and one fell into a bush. So like, that’s all fine. Um, but, it was really hitting me when we got back to my house. I sort of… I kind of kissed him? But he broke away and I don’t remember if he said we couldn’t or shouldn’t, because then I ralphed and he held my hair back and then I passed out. So, um, yeah. And I couldn’t face him today, because what if he wants nothing to do with me anymore? And he’s like my best friend here and I just– I don’t want to be miserable anymore.” Kat exhaled after getting all of that out in the open. She looked worriedly at the others, hoping that the fact she had used some kind of jedi-mind-power tricks to get the jocks to shut up for once wasn’t that pertinent to the whole story.
“So, do you like him?” Steve asked her.
“What? I didn’t say that. I–”
“Kat. You cried telling him not to leave you and then you kissed him when you were drunk. I know for a fact you, sober, would never do that, but clearly after some drinks your true feelings came out. And I told you, he is so into you.” Robin reiterated to her.
“Well, does it even matter now?! He probably just wants to be friends and I made it weird.”
“Do you wanna know what happened at lunch today, Kat? Do you wanna know what Eddie did?” Dustin asked, leaning back on the counter, putting his hands together.
“Oh no. What did he do?”
“First off, he was in rare form today. He was extra snappy. Almost thought he was gonna slap Jeff for saying…uh, assuming things about last night. I talked him down from that ledge, until some girls were saying something about you. At least, I think that’s what set him off. He got up in front of the whole cafeteria, basically yelled, asking if anyone would like an interview to talk about what actually happened. That was when he brought up Nancy, asking about putting it in the school paper. Then he just stormed out of there. From the time I’ve known him, he would not do that for just anyone. So, you, Kat, mean a whole hell of a lot to him. I mean there’s that and the fact he talks about you all the time. I can’t even tell you how long he’s been trying to figure you out.”
Kat’s eyes filled with adoration at Dustin’s retelling of today’s lunch. “So, it’s okay if I remember everything from last night? He won’t… You guys don’t think he’ll push me away?”
“You mean, like you’re doing to him? No, he won’t. There is no way. Kat, seriously. Steve and I have barely spoken to the guy. We know he feels something for you.” Robin reasoned.
“Seriously. Seeing you two at that party, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought you two were an item.” Steve revealed.
“Please, please trust me on this Kat. You guys are fine. If anything, he’s probably pacing around right now worrying about you! Just go see him.” Dustin encouraged her.
Kat looked at her new group of friends. She threw her arms out and enveloped them all into a group hug. She was becoming a lot more affectionate lately. “Thank you, guys. So much. I really needed this.” She said as she hugged them tighter.
“Well, what are you waiting for! Go!” Steve waved his hand towards the door with a smile on his face. Even if he wasn’t the greatest at love, he sure was a sucker for it when he saw it.
Kat waved goodbye and turned to hurry back to her car.
“I expect a full report on Monday! Be safe! Don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” Robin called after her.
Feeling much better, she reached into her box of tapes, shuffling them around and blindly picked one out. She tried to open it without looking and let fate decide her music. It started playing right in the middle of “Die Hard the Hunter” by Def Leppard. Kat, content with her mystery selection, hummed along as she made her way to Eddie’s trailer. Before she knew it, the tape flipped. She froze when she heard the opening chords to track six off Pyromania.
“Foolin’,” was one of her favorite songs, possibly of all time. “Oh, I just gotta know, If you’re really there and you really care, ‘Cause baby I’m not, F-f-f-foolin’.” It touched on her past abandonment, the uncertainty of her future, and the struggle she had within – was she fooling herself into thinking Eddie cared? Or was she fooling herself thinking that he didn’t? Hearing the song’s outro, she finally had a realization that hit her like a Mack truck to the heart.
She needed to stop fooling herself that she wasn’t irrevocably in love with Eddie Munson.
#eddie munson#eddie munson slow burn#eddie munson angst#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson x ofc#stranger things fanfic#stranger things x ofc#steve harrington#robin buckley#dustin henderson
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Our bodies are over 70% water. 🌊 Imagine how many clients I speak with daily who aren't even close to drinking enough water? It can cause headaches, joint pain, exhaustion, poor memory and the list goes on. 🙃
During LIVE sessions we can always figure out exactly how many ounces or liters you need to drink daily just to break even! Also we can test if your water circuits are turned on or not. 🔄 This is an energetic switch which seems to allow more water distribution. If your water switch is turned off, you'll always seem thirsty, run to the bathroom constantly and your body will act like it's dehydrated.
Take extra care now that you've read this to get your daily allowance of water into your routine. My rough calculation is everyone needs at least a MINIMUM 44 ounces or 1.30 liters per day of water. 🥤 That's water, other drinks don't count! It's ok to drink even more, but I've also seen clients who drink too much water and flush out all their minerals and the good stuff, so like life; it is a yin and yang balance. ☯️ Drink up!
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For the remainder of 2024, each month we will focus on the theme of
Clearing the 7 Well-Springs of Life during our monthly Zoom event.
Body, Mind, Spirit, Relationships, Health, Money, Work/Job/Career/Purpose
THURSDAY MAY 30, 2024
4:00pm ET | 1:00pm PT | 10:00pm UK
Pre-registration is $22
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SIGN UP HERE: 👉https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/body-clearings-ywr
Then submit your 3 brief statements to change in the format below by Wed. the 29th to [email protected]
IMPT: All Darius YWR Season 27 Package B buyers are receiving this call free with your purchase. Look for a call confirmation email and reminders to send in your submissions in the coming days.
THEME: Body Clearings: Head to Toe
1) Check up from the Neck Up
One of the clearing submissions from you can be about or include anything from the neck up. [No long stories, please be brief]. Suggestions include: stuck senses, sight, hearing, tinnitus, lack of taste, lack of smell, teeth issues, thyroid, throat, speaking, memory loss, hair loss, (you get the idea)
2) Torso / Main Body
Clearing you from things like: shoulder pain, back issues, arm and hand challenges issues with blood circulation, organs, glands or systems, heart issues, lungs, acid reflux, indigestion, too much weight loss or gain.
3) From the Waist Down
Items can include: elimination too loose or too constipated, sexual dysfunctions, bladder leakage, hips, knees, feet, adema, neuropathy, temperature of too cold or too hot, balance when walking, stamina.
We want you to get the most out of the event and yet for it to be organized, and have a cadence or rhythm of clearings for everyone!
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The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish
Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack
Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!
MAY 22ND
"Today I will realize that where I am today has potential to elevate me to heights unknown in a very short period of time. I will fulfill my duties with passion and determination and I will hold my dream close to my chest and remember that all things are possible when I believe."
**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**
From the Fish Box
MY DAILY PRAYER TESTIMONIAL
Hi Jimmy, Just wanted you to know that the MRI report came back as "no evidence of tumor progression." Yeah!!! So grateful. We'll meet with the Oncologist next week. Again, we express gratitude to you Jimmy and your team. We know daily prayers are answered." - Courtney / Virginia
What's On Deck?
We're in the homestretch working on the final touches for the newest release:
Returning to Your Ethereal Restore Point PDF, MP3 and bonus clearings!
It's looking like a mid-June release and this thing really took on a life of it's own - I think you'll be really pleased with it.
It's good for either the novice who just wants to listen and have things change and radiate higher in Energy, Frequency and Vibration. And the pros witll love it because it gives instructions on how to raise your energy and go above things. We're already getting in some amazing comments from our Beta testers.
Things people have said after listening to this:
"reinforcement of positive feelings"
"feels like a brain reboot"
"like a squeegee clearing gunk off your windshield"
"reminds me of my creative potency"
"it untangles the fish net of trauma and negative self-talk"
"relaxing and rejuvenating to listen to"
"easy to listen to but the impact is immense!"
"I definitely felt lighter each time I listened"
"If you had to choose one clearing track from Jimmy’s treasure chest...this would be it!"
"a powerful recording creating an instant positive shift in wellbeing, calmness, peacefulness, and lightness."
The Fish Market
Our online shop is getting a makeover! Get a preview now as you look over the 40+ audio titles in our MyBeliefWorks Audio Collections. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s) We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.
The Prosperity Collection
The Body, Mind and Spirit Collection
The Improve Your Life Collection
Browse over 45 Videos in the Zoom Replay Collection
The 5 Anchors Energy Process
The Purple Rain Energy Process
The Magical Golden Key Process
TheNight Passage Sleep Process
Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy
Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.
Looking for a new job? Going through a court proceeding? Upcoming surgery scheduled for you or a loved one? Need help selling or buying a property? Troubled times in your relationship? These are just some of the life at the crossroads events that are ideal for My Daily Prayer program.
30 Days of Daily Prayer (single month) - $99/month
This $99 service is for ONE SINGLE MONTH of 30 DAYS ONLY. Click here
After the 30 days, you will receive an email from Jimmy and have the opportunity to renew for an additional month plus update your list, but you are under no obligation.
You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.
**NOTE: Most clients save money and choose the auto-renew option listed below so they do not miss a single day of prayers PLUS they take advantage of the cummulative effects of this service over time.
Monthly subscription - $95/month on auto-renew
Use PayPal for subscription Click here
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*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.
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Anchors Away Masterclass: Sustain and clear and sovereign energetic field of dark energies and anomalies.
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TGIWednesday: The simple way to improve your health
TGIWednesday News
Our bodies are over 70% water. 🌊 Imagine how many clients I speak with daily who aren't even close to drinking enough water? It can cause headaches, joint pain, exhaustion, poor memory and the list goes on. 🙃
During LIVE sessions we can always figure out exactly how many ounces or liters you need to drink daily just to break even! Also we can test if your water circuits are turned on or not. 🔄 This is an energetic switch which seems to allow more water distribution. If your water switch is turned off, you'll always seem thirsty, run to the bathroom constantly and your body will act like it's dehydrated.
Take extra care now that you've read this to get your daily allowance of water into your routine. My rough calculation is everyone needs at least a MINIMUM 44 ounces or 1.30 liters per day of water. 🥤 That's water, other drinks don't count! It's ok to drink even more, but I've also seen clients who drink too much water and flush out all their minerals and the good stuff, so like life; it is a yin and yang balance. ☯️ Drink up!
"We are all one and our origin is the Sea" - Armin Van Buren
Reach out whenever we can help/contribute to you and yours in any way.
View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule
15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins | Appointments
TGIWednesday Video Download
~ MY WATER CIRCUITS ARE TURNED ON ~
I believe, think, know and feel that my water circuits are turned on allowing me to utilize water in the most productive manner. I know when, where, how and why to stay hydrated, and make it a point to drink more water to improve my life and I am ready, willing and able to make minor changes like drinking more water so that my overall health improves. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. If you'll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life!
▶️ Watch here on YouTube - Please Like 👍 and Subscribe 🔔
FREE Live Appearances
JOIN THE FINALLY FEEL FREE TELESUMMIT Series 3 with host Aiswarya
Starting on May 25th and Awaken Your True Soul Design and Destiny
This is more than just an event; it's a turning point. Equip yourself with the tools, insights, and support you need to break free from the chains of the ordinary and create an overflow of vibrancy, abundance, conscious love, and divine support in 2024.
I've been invited as one of the dozens of speakers during this 25 day event. FREE REGISTRATION, Sign up here!
Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.
https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/
May LIVE Zoom Event
Special Announcement!
For the remainder of 2024, each month we will focus on the theme of
Clearing the 7 Well-Springs of Life during our monthly Zoom event.
Body, Mind, Spirit, Relationships, Health, Money, Work/Job/Career/Purpose
THURSDAY MAY 30, 2024
4:00pm ET | 1:00pm PT | 10:00pm UK
Pre-registration is $22
30 minutes live | Includes replay access
SIGN UP HERE: 👉https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/body-clearings-ywr
Then submit your 3 brief statements to change in the format below by Wed. the 29th to [email protected]
IMPT: All Darius YWR Season 27 Package B buyers are receiving this call free with your purchase. Look for a call confirmation email and reminders to send in your submissions in the coming days.
THEME: Body Clearings: Head to Toe
1) Check up from the Neck Up
One of the clearing submissions from you can be about or include anything from the neck up. [No long stories, please be brief]. Suggestions include: stuck senses, sight, hearing, tinnitus, lack of taste, lack of smell, teeth issues, thyroid, throat, speaking, memory loss, hair loss, (you get the idea)
2) Torso / Main Body
Clearing you from things like: shoulder pain, back issues, arm and hand challenges issues with blood circulation, organs, glands or systems, heart issues, lungs, acid reflux, indigestion, too much weight loss or gain.
3) From the Waist Down
Items can include: elimination too loose or too constipated, sexual dysfunctions, bladder leakage, hips, knees, feet, adema, neuropathy, temperature of too cold or too hot, balance when walking, stamina.
We want you to get the most out of the event and yet for it to be organized, and have a cadence or rhythm of clearings for everyone!
Pre-Register Here - $22
Fish Food
The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish
Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack
Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!
MAY 22ND
"Today I will realize that where I am today has potential to elevate me to heights unknown in a very short period of time. I will fulfill my duties with passion and determination and I will hold my dream close to my chest and remember that all things are possible when I believe."
**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**
From the Fish Box
MY DAILY PRAYER TESTIMONIAL
Hi Jimmy, Just wanted you to know that the MRI report came back as "no evidence of tumor progression." Yeah!!! So grateful. We'll meet with the Oncologist next week. Again, we express gratitude to you Jimmy and your team. We know daily prayers are answered." - Courtney / Virginia
What's On Deck?
We're in the homestretch working on the final touches for the newest release:
Returning to Your Ethereal Restore Point PDF, MP3 and bonus clearings!
It's looking like a mid-June release and this thing really took on a life of it's own - I think you'll be really pleased with it.
It's good for either the novice who just wants to listen and have things change and radiate higher in Energy, Frequency and Vibration. And the pros witll love it because it gives instructions on how to raise your energy and go above things. We're already getting in some amazing comments from our Beta testers.
Things people have said after listening to this:
"reinforcement of positive feelings"
"feels like a brain reboot"
"like a squeegee clearing gunk off your windshield"
"reminds me of my creative potency"
"it untangles the fish net of trauma and negative self-talk"
"relaxing and rejuvenating to listen to"
"easy to listen to but the impact is immense!"
"I definitely felt lighter each time I listened"
"If you had to choose one clearing track from Jimmy’s treasure chest...this would be it!"
"a powerful recording creating an instant positive shift in wellbeing, calmness, peacefulness, and lightness."
The Fish Market
Our online shop is getting a makeover! Get a preview now as you look over the 40+ audio titles in our MyBeliefWorks Audio Collections. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s) We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.
The Prosperity Collection
The Body, Mind and Spirit Collection
The Improve Your Life Collection
Browse over 45 Videos in the Zoom Replay Collection
The 5 Anchors Energy Process
The Purple Rain Energy Process
The Magical Golden Key Process
TheNight Passage Sleep Process
Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy
Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.
Looking for a new job? Going through a court proceeding? Upcoming surgery scheduled for you or a loved one? Need help selling or buying a property? Troubled times in your relationship? These are just some of the life at the crossroads events that are ideal for My Daily Prayer program.
30 Days of Daily Prayer (single month) - $99/month
This $99 service is for ONE SINGLE MONTH of 30 DAYS ONLY. Click here
After the 30 days, you will receive an email from Jimmy and have the opportunity to renew for an additional month plus update your list, but you are under no obligation.
You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.
**NOTE: Most clients save money and choose the auto-renew option listed below so they do not miss a single day of prayers PLUS they take advantage of the cummulative effects of this service over time.
Monthly subscription - $95/month on auto-renew
Use PayPal for subscription Click here
Use Stripe for subscription Click here.
*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.
---------------------------------
Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy? If so, you can now
Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins
Visit our Online Training Center
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime" - Lao Tzu
All are welcome to CREATE A FREE ACCOUNT to access the NEW and IMPROVED My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple Basic Training Course.
Anchors Away Masterclass: Sustain and clear and sovereign energetic field of dark energies and anomalies.
Life Force Energy Masterclass: Enhance your fishing practice by approaching from a deeper, numeric level.
MLF Mastery & Advanced Practitioner Certification Courses
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Our bodies are over 70% water. 🌊 Imagine how many clients I speak with daily who aren't even close to drinking enough water? It can cause headaches, joint pain, exhaustion, poor memory and the list goes on. 🙃
During LIVE sessions we can always figure out exactly how many ounces or liters you need to drink daily just to break even! Also we can test if your water circuits are turned on or not. 🔄 This is an energetic switch which seems to allow more water distribution. If your water switch is turned off, you'll always seem thirsty, run to the bathroom constantly and your body will act like it's dehydrated.
Take extra care now that you've read this to get your daily allowance of water into your routine. My rough calculation is everyone needs at least a MINIMUM 44 ounces or 1.30 liters per day of water. 🥤 That's water, other drinks don't count! It's ok to drink even more, but I've also seen clients who drink too much water and flush out all their minerals and the good stuff, so like life; it is a yin and yang balance. ☯️ Drink up!
"We are all one and our origin is the Sea" - Armin Van Buren
Reach out whenever we can help/contribute to you and yours in any way.
View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule
15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins | Appointments
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~ MY WATER CIRCUITS ARE TURNED ON ~
I believe, think, know and feel that my water circuits are turned on allowing me to utilize water in the most productive manner. I know when, where, how and why to stay hydrated, and make it a point to drink more water to improve my life and I am ready, willing and able to make minor changes like drinking more water so that my overall health improves. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. If you'll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life!
▶️ Watch here on YouTube - Please Like 👍 and Subscribe 🔔
FREE Live Appearances
JOIN THE FINALLY FEEL FREE TELESUMMIT Series 3 with host Aiswarya
Starting on May 25th and Awaken Your True Soul Design and Destiny
This is more than just an event; it's a turning point. Equip yourself with the tools, insights, and support you need to break free from the chains of the ordinary and create an overflow of vibrancy, abundance, conscious love, and divine support in 2024.
I've been invited as one of the dozens of speakers during this 25 day event. FREE REGISTRATION, Sign up here!
Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.
https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/
May LIVE Zoom Event
Special Announcement!
For the remainder of 2024, each month we will focus on the theme of
Clearing the 7 Well-Springs of Life during our monthly Zoom event.
Body, Mind, Spirit, Relationships, Health, Money, Work/Job/Career/Purpose
THURSDAY MAY 30, 2024
4:00pm ET | 1:00pm PT | 10:00pm UK
Pre-registration is $22
30 minutes live | Includes replay access
SIGN UP HERE: 👉https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/body-clearings-ywr
Then submit your 3 brief statements to change in the format below by Wed. the 29th to [email protected]
IMPT: All Darius YWR Season 27 Package B buyers are receiving this call free with your purchase. Look for a call confirmation email and reminders to send in your submissions in the coming days.
THEME: Body Clearings: Head to Toe
1) Check up from the Neck Up
One of the clearing submissions from you can be about or include anything from the neck up. [No long stories, please be brief]. Suggestions include: stuck senses, sight, hearing, tinnitus, lack of taste, lack of smell, teeth issues, thyroid, throat, speaking, memory loss, hair loss, (you get the idea)
2) Torso / Main Body
Clearing you from things like: shoulder pain, back issues, arm and hand challenges issues with blood circulation, organs, glands or systems, heart issues, lungs, acid reflux, indigestion, too much weight loss or gain.
3) From the Waist Down
Items can include: elimination too loose or too constipated, sexual dysfunctions, bladder leakage, hips, knees, feet, adema, neuropathy, temperature of too cold or too hot, balance when walking, stamina.
We want you to get the most out of the event and yet for it to be organized, and have a cadence or rhythm of clearings for everyone!
Pre-Register Here - $22
Fish Food
The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish
Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack
Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!
MAY 22ND
"Today I will realize that where I am today has potential to elevate me to heights unknown in a very short period of time. I will fulfill my duties with passion and determination and I will hold my dream close to my chest and remember that all things are possible when I believe."
**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**
From the Fish Box
MY DAILY PRAYER TESTIMONIAL
Hi Jimmy, Just wanted you to know that the MRI report came back as "no evidence of tumor progression." Yeah!!! So grateful. We'll meet with the Oncologist next week. Again, we express gratitude to you Jimmy and your team. We know daily prayers are answered." - Courtney / Virginia
What's On Deck?
We're in the homestretch working on the final touches for the newest release:
Returning to Your Ethereal Restore Point PDF, MP3 and bonus clearings!
It's looking like a mid-June release and this thing really took on a life of it's own - I think you'll be really pleased with it.
It's good for either the novice who just wants to listen and have things change and radiate higher in Energy, Frequency and Vibration. And the pros witll love it because it gives instructions on how to raise your energy and go above things. We're already getting in some amazing comments from our Beta testers.
Things people have said after listening to this:
"reinforcement of positive feelings"
"feels like a brain reboot"
"like a squeegee clearing gunk off your windshield"
"reminds me of my creative potency"
"it untangles the fish net of trauma and negative self-talk"
"relaxing and rejuvenating to listen to"
"easy to listen to but the impact is immense!"
"I definitely felt lighter each time I listened"
"If you had to choose one clearing track from Jimmy’s treasure chest...this would be it!"
"a powerful recording creating an instant positive shift in wellbeing, calmness, peacefulness, and lightness."
The Fish Market
Our online shop is getting a makeover! Get a preview now as you look over the 40+ audio titles in our MyBeliefWorks Audio Collections. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s) We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.
The Prosperity Collection
The Body, Mind and Spirit Collection
The Improve Your Life Collection
Browse over 45 Videos in the Zoom Replay Collection
The 5 Anchors Energy Process
The Purple Rain Energy Process
The Magical Golden Key Process
TheNight Passage Sleep Process
Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy
Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.
Looking for a new job? Going through a court proceeding? Upcoming surgery scheduled for you or a loved one? Need help selling or buying a property? Troubled times in your relationship? These are just some of the life at the crossroads events that are ideal for My Daily Prayer program.
30 Days of Daily Prayer (single month) - $99/month
This $99 service is for ONE SINGLE MONTH of 30 DAYS ONLY. Click here
After the 30 days, you will receive an email from Jimmy and have the opportunity to renew for an additional month plus update your list, but you are under no obligation.
You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.
**NOTE: Most clients save money and choose the auto-renew option listed below so they do not miss a single day of prayers PLUS they take advantage of the cummulative effects of this service over time.
Monthly subscription - $95/month on auto-renew
Use PayPal for subscription Click here
Use Stripe for subscription Click here.
*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.
---------------------------------
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All are welcome to CREATE A FREE ACCOUNT to access the NEW and IMPROVED My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple Basic Training Course.
Anchors Away Masterclass: Sustain and clear and sovereign energetic field of dark energies and anomalies.
Life Force Energy Masterclass: Enhance your fishing practice by approaching from a deeper, numeric level.
MLF Mastery & Advanced Practitioner Certification Courses
Visit now, Click Here!
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TGIWednesday: The simple way to improve your health
TGIWednesday News
Our bodies are over 70% water. 🌊 Imagine how many clients I speak with daily who aren't even close to drinking enough water? It can cause headaches, joint pain, exhaustion, poor memory and the list goes on. 🙃
During LIVE sessions we can always figure out exactly how many ounces or liters you need to drink daily just to break even! Also we can test if your water circuits are turned on or not. 🔄 This is an energetic switch which seems to allow more water distribution. If your water switch is turned off, you'll always seem thirsty, run to the bathroom constantly and your body will act like it's dehydrated.
Take extra care now that you've read this to get your daily allowance of water into your routine. My rough calculation is everyone needs at least a MINIMUM 44 ounces or 1.30 liters per day of water. 🥤 That's water, other drinks don't count! It's ok to drink even more, but I've also seen clients who drink too much water and flush out all their minerals and the good stuff, so like life; it is a yin and yang balance. ☯️ Drink up!
"We are all one and our origin is the Sea" - Armin Van Buren
Reach out whenever we can help/contribute to you and yours in any way.
View Calendar First, Then Pay and Schedule
15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins | Appointments
TGIWednesday Video Download
~ MY WATER CIRCUITS ARE TURNED ON ~
I believe, think, know and feel that my water circuits are turned on allowing me to utilize water in the most productive manner. I know when, where, how and why to stay hydrated, and make it a point to drink more water to improve my life and I am ready, willing and able to make minor changes like drinking more water so that my overall health improves. I am asking in all languages and throughout all time lines and so it is. If you'll make a little daily progress, the rest of your life will be the best of your life!
▶️ Watch here on YouTube - Please Like 👍 and Subscribe 🔔
FREE Live Appearances
JOIN THE FINALLY FEEL FREE TELESUMMIT Series 3 with host Aiswarya
Starting on May 25th and Awaken Your True Soul Design and Destiny
This is more than just an event; it's a turning point. Equip yourself with the tools, insights, and support you need to break free from the chains of the ordinary and create an overflow of vibrancy, abundance, conscious love, and divine support in 2024.
I've been invited as one of the dozens of speakers during this 25 day event. FREE REGISTRATION, Sign up here!
Watch and listen to hundreds of Radio Show replays for FREE here in the archives from the Jimmy Mack Healing Radio show.
https://thejimmymackhealingshow.com/
May LIVE Zoom Event
Special Announcement!
For the remainder of 2024, each month we will focus on the theme of
Clearing the 7 Well-Springs of Life during our monthly Zoom event.
Body, Mind, Spirit, Relationships, Health, Money, Work/Job/Career/Purpose
THURSDAY MAY 30, 2024
4:00pm ET | 1:00pm PT | 10:00pm UK
Pre-registration is $22
30 minutes live | Includes replay access
SIGN UP HERE: 👉https://calendly.com/jmh-calls/body-clearings-ywr
Then submit your 3 brief statements to change in the format below by Wed. the 29th to [email protected]
IMPT: All Darius YWR Season 27 Package B buyers are receiving this call free with your purchase. Look for a call confirmation email and reminders to send in your submissions in the coming days.
THEME: Body Clearings: Head to Toe
1) Check up from the Neck Up
One of the clearing submissions from you can be about or include anything from the neck up. [No long stories, please be brief]. Suggestions include: stuck senses, sight, hearing, tinnitus, lack of taste, lack of smell, teeth issues, thyroid, throat, speaking, memory loss, hair loss, (you get the idea)
2) Torso / Main Body
Clearing you from things like: shoulder pain, back issues, arm and hand challenges issues with blood circulation, organs, glands or systems, heart issues, lungs, acid reflux, indigestion, too much weight loss or gain.
3) From the Waist Down
Items can include: elimination too loose or too constipated, sexual dysfunctions, bladder leakage, hips, knees, feet, adema, neuropathy, temperature of too cold or too hot, balance when walking, stamina.
We want you to get the most out of the event and yet for it to be organized, and have a cadence or rhythm of clearings for everyone!
Pre-Register Here - $22
Fish Food
The Daily Bread To Feed The Fish
Tell the Fish - 365 Daily Inspirations and Affirmations - by Jimmy Mack
Own this e-book so that you can read inspiration every day!
MAY 22ND
"Today I will realize that where I am today has potential to elevate me to heights unknown in a very short period of time. I will fulfill my duties with passion and determination and I will hold my dream close to my chest and remember that all things are possible when I believe."
**Can't See The Full Email? Click Here to View Online**
From the Fish Box
MY DAILY PRAYER TESTIMONIAL
Hi Jimmy, Just wanted you to know that the MRI report came back as "no evidence of tumor progression." Yeah!!! So grateful. We'll meet with the Oncologist next week. Again, we express gratitude to you Jimmy and your team. We know daily prayers are answered." - Courtney / Virginia
What's On Deck?
We're in the homestretch working on the final touches for the newest release:
Returning to Your Ethereal Restore Point PDF, MP3 and bonus clearings!
It's looking like a mid-June release and this thing really took on a life of it's own - I think you'll be really pleased with it.
It's good for either the novice who just wants to listen and have things change and radiate higher in Energy, Frequency and Vibration. And the pros witll love it because it gives instructions on how to raise your energy and go above things. We're already getting in some amazing comments from our Beta testers.
Things people have said after listening to this:
"reinforcement of positive feelings"
"feels like a brain reboot"
"like a squeegee clearing gunk off your windshield"
"reminds me of my creative potency"
"it untangles the fish net of trauma and negative self-talk"
"relaxing and rejuvenating to listen to"
"easy to listen to but the impact is immense!"
"I definitely felt lighter each time I listened"
"If you had to choose one clearing track from Jimmy’s treasure chest...this would be it!"
"a powerful recording creating an instant positive shift in wellbeing, calmness, peacefulness, and lightness."
The Fish Market
Our online shop is getting a makeover! Get a preview now as you look over the 40+ audio titles in our MyBeliefWorks Audio Collections. Find a topic that addresses your issue(s) We had a lot of help downloading & channeling these over the years & they keep getting better and we are ALWAYS working on the next one. Don’t forget… you can share these with your immediate friends and family.
The Prosperity Collection
The Body, Mind and Spirit Collection
The Improve Your Life Collection
Browse over 45 Videos in the Zoom Replay Collection
The 5 Anchors Energy Process
The Purple Rain Energy Process
The Magical Golden Key Process
TheNight Passage Sleep Process
Receive 24/7 Prayers from Jimmy
Your name will be added to a special VIP Prayer list where Jimmy will use his intelligent computer software, src4you which runs 24/7, to delete the negative and increase the strength of the positive creating a higher probability of favorable outcomes for you.
Looking for a new job? Going through a court proceeding? Upcoming surgery scheduled for you or a loved one? Need help selling or buying a property? Troubled times in your relationship? These are just some of the life at the crossroads events that are ideal for My Daily Prayer program.
30 Days of Daily Prayer (single month) - $99/month
This $99 service is for ONE SINGLE MONTH of 30 DAYS ONLY. Click here
After the 30 days, you will receive an email from Jimmy and have the opportunity to renew for an additional month plus update your list, but you are under no obligation.
You can add yourself and those living in your immediate household and yes you can include pets! Merely include everyone’s names and Jimmy will add them to his daily prayers.
**NOTE: Most clients save money and choose the auto-renew option listed below so they do not miss a single day of prayers PLUS they take advantage of the cummulative effects of this service over time.
Monthly subscription - $95/month on auto-renew
Use PayPal for subscription Click here
Use Stripe for subscription Click here.
*Anytime prior to your next scheduled payment within the 30 days, you can cancel or pause this service via email request.
---------------------------------
Could you use a private session? Are you feeling extra-crispy? If so, you can now
Book Appointments... View Availability First, Then Pay 15 mins | 30 mins | 60 mins
Visit our Online Training Center
"Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Teach him how to fish and you feed him for a lifetime" - Lao Tzu
All are welcome to CREATE A FREE ACCOUNT to access the NEW and IMPROVED My Liquid Fish Change Made Simple Basic Training Course.
Anchors Away Masterclass: Sustain and clear and sovereign energetic field of dark energies and anomalies.
Life Force Energy Masterclass: Enhance your fishing practice by approaching from a deeper, numeric level.
MLF Mastery & Advanced Practitioner Certification Courses
Visit now, Click Here!
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Clearing Audio Downloads and eBooks
Get Certified in MLF Mastery or Practitioner
Watch Free Videos on YouTube
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3rd March >> Mass Readings (USA)
Third Sunday of Lent - The Samaritan Woman and Proper Readings
The Samaritan Woman
(Liturgical Colour: Violet: B (2))
First Reading
Exodus 17:3–7
Give us water, so that we may drink.
In those days, in their thirst for water, the people grumbled against Moses, saying, “Why did you ever make us leave Egypt? Was it just to have us die here of thirst with our children and our livestock?” So Moses cried out to the LORD, “What shall I do with this people? A little more and they will stone me!” The LORD answered Moses, “Go over there in front of the people, along with some of the elders of Israel, holding in your hand, as you go, the staff with which you struck the river. I will be standing there in front of you on the rock in Horeb. Strike the rock, and the water will flow from it for the people to drink.” This Moses did, in the presence of the elders of Israel. The place was called Massah and Meribah, because the Israelites quarreled there and tested the LORD, saying, “Is the LORD in our midst or not?”
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 95:1–2, 6–7, 8–9
R/ If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
Come, let us sing joyfully to the LORD;
let us acclaim the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come into his presence with thanksgiving;
let us joyfully sing psalms to him.
R/ If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
Come, let us bow down in worship;
let us kneel before the LORD who made us.
For he is our God,
and we are the people he shepherds, the flock he guides.
R/ If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
Oh, that today you would hear his voice:
“Harden not your hearts as at Meribah,
as in the day of Massah in the desert.
Where your fathers tempted me;
they tested me though they had seen my works.”
R/ If today you hear his voice, harden not your hearts.
Second Reading
Romans 5:1–2, 5–8
The love of God has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.
Brothers and sisters: Since we have been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom we have gained access by faith to this grace in which we stand, and we boast in hope of the glory of God.
And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. For Christ, while we were still helpless, died at the appointed time for the ungodly. Indeed, only with difficulty does one die for a just person, though perhaps for a good person one might even find courage to die. But God proves his love for us in that while we were still sinners Christ died for us.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Gospel Acclamation
cf. John 4:42, 15
Lord, you are truly the Savior of the world;
give me living water, that I may never thirst again.
Either:
Gospel
John 4:5–42
The water that I shall give will become a spring of eternal life.
Jesus came to a town of Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of land that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there. Jesus, tired from his journey, sat down there at the well. It was about noon.
A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” His disciples had gone into the town to buy food. The Samaritan woman said to him, “How can you, a Jew, ask me, a Samaritan woman, for a drink?” —For Jews use nothing in common with Samaritans.— Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God and who is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” The woman said to him, “Sir, you do not even have a bucket and the cistern is deep; where then can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us this cistern and drank from it himself with his children and his flocks?” Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I may not be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.”
Jesus said to her, “Go call your husband and come back.” The woman answered and said to him, “I do not have a husband.” Jesus answered her, “You are right in saying, ‘I do not have a husband.’ For you have had five husbands, and the one you have now is not your husband. What you have said is true.” The woman said to him, “Sir, I can see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain; but you people say that the place to worship is in Jerusalem.” Jesus said to her, “Believe me, woman, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You people worship what you do not understand; we worship what we understand, because salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when true worshipers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth; and indeed the Father seeks such people to worship him. God is Spirit, and those who worship him must worship in Spirit and truth.” The woman said to him, “I know that the Messiah is coming, the one called the Christ; when he comes, he will tell us everything.” Jesus said to her, “I am he, the one speaking with you.”
At that moment his disciples returned, and were amazed that he was talking with a woman, but still no one said, “What are you looking for?” or “Why are you talking with her?” The woman left her water jar and went into the town and said to the people, “Come see a man who told me everything I have done. Could he possibly be the Christ?” They went out of the town and came to him. Meanwhile, the disciples urged him, “Rabbi, eat.” But he said to them, “I have food to eat of which you do not know.” So the disciples said to one another, “Could someone have brought him something to eat?” Jesus said to them, “My food is to do the will of the one who sent me and to finish his work. Do you not say, ‘In four months the harvest will be here’? I tell you, look up and see the fields ripe for the harvest. The reaper is already receiving payment and gathering crops for eternal life, so that the sower and reaper can rejoice together. For here the saying is verified that ‘One sows and another reaps.’ I sent you to reap what you have not worked for; others have done the work, and you are sharing the fruits of their work.”
Many of the Samaritans of that town began to believe in him because of the word of the woman who testified, “He told me everything I have done.” When the Samaritans came to him, they invited him to stay with them; and he stayed there two days. Many more began to believe in him because of his word, and they said to the woman, “We no longer believe because of your word; for we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this is truly the savior of the world.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
Or:
Gospel
John 4:5–15, 19b–26, 39a, 40–42
The water that I shall give will become a spring of eternal life.
Jesus came to a town of Samaria called Sychar, near the plot of land that Jacob had given to his son Joseph. Jacob’s well was there. Jesus, tired from his journey, sat down there at the well. It was about noon.
A woman of Samaria came to draw water. Jesus said to her, “Give me a drink.” His disciples had gone into the town to buy food. The Samaritan woman said to him, “How can you, a Jew, ask me, a Samaritan woman, for a drink?” —For Jews use nothing in common with Samaritans.— Jesus answered and said to her, “If you knew the gift of God and who is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him and he would have given you living water.” The woman said to him, “Sir, you do not even have a bucket and the cistern is deep; where then can you get this living water? Are you greater than our father Jacob, who gave us this cistern and drank from it himself with his children and his flocks?” Jesus answered and said to her, “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again; but whoever drinks the water I shall give will never thirst; the water I shall give will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.” The woman said to him, “Sir, give me this water, so that I may not be thirsty or have to keep coming here to draw water.
“I can see that you are a prophet. Our ancestors worshiped on this mountain; but you people say that the place to worship is in Jerusalem.” Jesus said to her, “Believe me, woman, the hour is coming when you will worship the Father neither on this mountain nor in Jerusalem. You people worship what you do not understand; we worship what we understand, because salvation is from the Jews. But the hour is coming, and is now here, when true worshipers will worship the Father in Spirit and truth; and indeed the Father seeks such people to worship him. God is Spirit, and those who worship him must worship in Spirit and truth.” The woman said to him, “I know that the Messiah is coming, the one called the Christ; when he comes, he will tell us everything.” Jesus said to her, “I am he, the one who is speaking with you.”
Many of the Samaritans of that town began to believe in him. When the Samaritans came to him, they invited him to stay with them; and he stayed there two days. Many more began to believe in him because of his word, and they said to the woman, “We no longer believe because of your word; for we have heard for ourselves, and we know that this is truly the savior of the world.”
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
------------------------------
Third Sunday of Lent - Proper Readings
(Liturgical Colour: Violet: B (2))
Either:
First Reading
Exodus 20:1–17
The law was given through Moses.
In those days, God delivered all these commandments: “I, the LORD, am your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, that place of slavery. You shall not have other gods besides me. You shall not carve idols for yourselves in the shape of anything in the sky above or on the earth below or in the waters beneath the earth; you shall not bow down before them or worship them. For I, the LORD, your God, am a jealous God, inflicting punishment for their fathers’ wickedness on the children of those who hate me, down to the third and fourth generation; but bestowing mercy down to the thousandth generation on the children of those who love me and keep my commandments.
“You shall not take the name of the LORD, your God, in vain. For the LORD will not leave unpunished the one who takes his name in vain.
“Remember to keep holy the sabbath day. Six days you may labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is the sabbath of the LORD, your God. No work may be done then either by you, or your son or daughter, or your male or female slave, or your beast, or by the alien who lives with you. In six days the LORD made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all that is in them; but on the seventh day he rested. That is why the LORD has blessed the sabbath day and made it holy.
“Honor your father and your mother, that you may have a long life in the land which the LORD, your God, is giving you. You shall not kill. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not steal. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male or female slave, nor his ox or ass, nor anything else that belongs to him.”
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Or:
First Reading
Exodus 20:1–3, 7–8, 12–17
The law was given through Moses.
In those days, God delivered all these commandments: “I, the LORD am your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, that place of slavery. You shall not have other gods besides me.
“You shall not take the name of the LORD, your God, in vain. For the LORD will not leave unpunished the one who takes his name in vain.
“Remember to keep holy the sabbath day. Honor your father and your mother, that you may have a long life in the land which the LORD, your God, is giving you. You shall not kill. You shall not commit adultery. You shall not steal. You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, nor his male or female slave, nor his ox or ass, nor anything else that belongs to him.”
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Responsorial Psalm
Psalm 19:8, 9, 10, 11
R/ Lord, you have the words of everlasting life.
The law of the LORD is perfect,
refreshing the soul;
the decree of the LORD is trustworthy,
giving wisdom to the simple.
R/ Lord, you have the words of everlasting life.
The precepts of the LORD are right,
rejoicing the heart;
the command of the LORD is clear,
enlightening the eye.
R/ Lord, you have the words of everlasting life.
The fear of the LORD is pure,
enduring forever;
the ordinances of the LORD are true,
all of them just.
R/ Lord, you have the words of everlasting life.
They are more precious than gold,
than a heap of purest gold;
sweeter also than syrup
or honey from the comb.
R/ Lord, you have the words of everlasting life.
Second Reading
1 Corinthians 1:22–25
We proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to many, but to those who are called, the wisdom of God.
Brothers and sisters: Jews demand signs and Greeks look for wisdom, but we proclaim Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and foolishness to Gentiles, but to those who are called, Jews and Greeks alike, Christ the power of God and the wisdom of God. For the foolishness of God is wiser than human wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than human strength.
The Word of the Lord
R/ Thanks be to God.
Gospel Acclamation
John 3:16
God so loved the world that he gave his only Son,
so that everyone who believes in him might have eternal life.
Gospel
John 2:13–25
Destroy this temple, and in three days I will raise it up.
Since the Passover of the Jews was near, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. He found in the temple area those who sold oxen, sheep, and doves, as well as the money changers seated there. He made a whip out of cords and drove them all out of the temple area, with the sheep and oxen, and spilled the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables, and to those who sold doves he said, “Take these out of here, and stop making my Father’s house a marketplace.” His disciples recalled the words of Scripture, Zeal for your house will consume me. At this the Jews answered and said to him, “What sign can you show us for doing this?” Jesus answered and said to them, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up.” The Jews said, “This temple has been under construction for forty-six years, and you will raise it up in three days?” But he was speaking about the temple of his body. Therefore, when he was raised from the dead, his disciples remembered that he had said this, and they came to believe the Scripture and the word Jesus had spoken.
While he was in Jerusalem for the feast of Passover, many began to believe in his name when they saw the signs he was doing. But Jesus would not trust himself to them because he knew them all, and did not need anyone to testify about human nature. He himself understood it well.
The Gospel of the Lord
R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.
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Biweekly Media Roundup
- Across the Spider Verse (Movie) - I pretty much already knew this movie was going to be amazing given how Industry-changingly Incredible the first one was, but wow man-What a spectacle. Visually I think it’s even more impressive than it’s predecessor and honestly the best looking thing I’ve seen all year, with the different animation styles for each character and dimension being a joy to behold every time. Gwen’s watercolor dimension was my favorite location and I loved how the colors would shift with the characters emotions and bleed down the screen. Spider-Punk was a standout as well with his paper-craft style and fantastic design making him steal every scene that he was in. I also really liked Miles as a protagonist in this one, he really got to shine here. I don’t really have a lot to complain about, the writing was tight, both villains where fantastic, the soundtrack slapped, the only thing I’m mad about is that I have to wait a year to see the story resolved-but that’s a feature, not a complaint. As a side note I do find it pretty funny how horny everyone is for Miguel btw, like don’t get me wrong I get it, he’s a big tiddied well designed tragic backstory vampire cringe fail DILF, he’s lab tested to be popular on the internet, it’s just pretty funny that I can’t scroll for 5 minutes without seeing his thiqq ass plastered on my screen, y’all are thirsty.
- Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom (Video Game) - Progressing a bit slowly due to some other stuff I’ve got going on, but still greatly enjoying it! I beat the water temple and now ghost Sidon follows me everywhere which is cute, and I’ve enjoyed seeing the memories play out. I wish it was a bit easier to make money given how much I spend, but maybe that’ll change once I do more story stuff or spend more time in the Abyss, we’ll see.
- Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (Movie) - I’m surprised with how much I enjoyed this, given how little I’ve heard about it. It’s a really cute and fun little found family story in a classic fantasy world. The movie is accessible to any audience (As my parents loved it with no knowledge of DnD), but you can tell that the creators had a lot of love for the game in how the characters and dynamics are depicted. I love that the two main characters are a completely platonic male female pair who are best friends and raise a child together without any hint of romance? Incredible. I love how there’s a character with huge “OP NPC the DM created for lore purposes who despite the players protests the DM won’t let join the party because that would make the game to easy” vibes. There’s a lot of creative and funny scenes, and while I wish there were more explicitly queer characters, it’s nice to see familiar DnD conventions in a well-made product. I would love if they made more of these and would recommend it to basically anyone as a fun family film.
- Stalker (Movie) - My dad wanted to watch this old indie Russian film after reading an article about it being a formative sci fi film, so we watched it and. well. It certainly was a film. I will give it credit in that the idea of a location that miraculously grants ones deepest desires being portrayed as sinister not due to a monkey’s paw style twisting of how the wish is granted but due to the self-reflective horror of having to face what your deepest desire truly is and what that says about you as a person is pretty rad, but outside of that cool idea this movie was kind of a mess. There were a lot of self indulgent “Auter” style rants on art criticism and faith which honestly just came off as more complaining than anything else, and while I can respect the unique shots they were able to get the majority of the time I was just thinking “Man, it looks like they are straight up filming at an worn out/ abandoned sewage tunnel, it can’t possible be safe to have the actors crawling around in all this rancid water can it?”. Turns out I was even more right than I thought as they were in fact filming on an abandoned nuclear waste facility and just a few years after this film the director, his wife, and several members of the crew died from cancer that was heavily speculated to be the result of the radiation poisoning from filming this movie. Insane. Anyway my main take away from this film is thank god we have OSHA now.
- Kill the Lights (Webcomic) - Read this as a quick self indulgent relaxing one, and I enjoyed it for what it was. I have a soft spot for Skip Beat! style actor-based narratives where you get to see the actors thought process on how to enhance/ play out a scene, so that aspect was fun. Actually, I kind of wish the story was way more about that, I was getting into those scenes and found myself disappointed whenever it switched back to the romance stuff, despite that being the reason I came here in the first place. Aw well, I wouldn’t exactly say this is memorable enough to recommend to anyone outside the BL genre, but I liked the protagonist, side characters, and art. Also, how weird is it that with this, Mo Dao Zu Shi, and End of the Road, there are 3 completely unrelated stories in which an asian man who’s ruffian background made him adept at combat dies young and is then reincarnated into the existing body of a rich twink with a reputation for sleeping around who then runs into an even richer man from their past who turns out to have secretly been harboring a borderline obsessive crush on the protagonist and is now the sole person able to recognize them in their new body? Like, 3 isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened thrice right?
- Heavenly Delusion (Anime) - Genuinely impressed by how often this mystery show will pull the rug out from under you, lulling you into a false sense of security in which you think you have the plot figured out and then hitting you with a reveal that leaves you with more questions than answers - Good work.
- Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies (Video Game) - I think I took a long enough break, I’m ready to finish the Ace Attorney series now. The Dual Destinies DLC case was too long for my liking but at least had decent characters, and I do like both Athena and Blackquill, I wish they didn't have to share time with the previous leads and just got to do their own thing though.
- Crazy Ex Girlfriend (TV) - How does this show have so many straight up bangers. My Spotify playlist is wrecked now.
- The S Classes That I Raised (Webcomic) - Some interesting revelations in recent chapters that shed Han Yoohyun’s motivations in a new light. I’ll admit, while I did quite like him as a character, this new information is helping to retroactively fix some of my complaints about his actions towards Han Yoojin in the first timeline, making me like him even more- The brothers are just very cute honestly I love how much they care about each other. Also adding a Yoo Myeongwoo photo here because I miss him.
Listening to: A bunch of Crazy Ex Girlfriend songs, including After Everything You Made Me Do, A Diagnosis, and Remember That We Suffered, Eat Your Young by Hozier, LosT by Bring Me the Horizon, Let’s Get This Over With by They Might Be Giants, Read Between the Lines and Hey I Don’t Work Here by Tom Cardy, That’s What I Want by Lil Nas X, He Mele No Lilo by Mark Keali’i Ho’omalu, Stalkers Tango and Lent by Autoheart, Across the Spiderverse OST.
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23 || ✦.⁺ nonplus.
the chase || the pawnshop || the station || next chapter || table of contents
pairing : vento aureo x gn reader
summary : a college student tries getting the attention of some of the most admired and attractive people on campus, only to get caught up with stands and vigilante groups in the process.
notes : modern au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn't follow canon plot
word count : 2.7k+
═ ☆. THE TRIO WAS SEATED AT AN outdoor table, surrounded by potted bushes and music drifting from the speakers. Narancia and Fugo were sitting opposite (y/n), Narancia going cross-eyed at the French names of the dishes while Fugo took periodic sips from his glass of ice water. Glassware and cutlery clinked on top of the hum of conversation. It had been a while since (y/n) had eaten at such an elegant restaurant. They might have enjoyed themselves if they weren't afraid of every passing person being Squalo or Tiziano.
With everyone gathering after the chaotic day they'd gone on their missions, the pieces had snapped into place. Signor D was a faculty member at Sapiena. That explained why so many students were going missing. He'd been using Sale, Zucchero and Luca to round up potential Stand users. These students were then directed to the Napoli Centrale, where an abandoned bathroom stall contained a turtle with a hidden room. If the students were able to access it, they would be picked up by either Sqalo or Tiziano, two of the more executive members of Signor D's posse and supposedly the only two who knew Signor D's identity. Something would happen, a test of some sort presumably, and then a meeting would be arranged here, at this restaurant with Signor D.
It still wasn't clear what Signor D's endgame was. Research of some kind, but for what and who, everyone still wasn't sure. His pool wasn't just limited to students at Sapiena, so they had no clue just how many Stand users he had. For now, their best bet was to hope Squalo and Tiziano would show up here. Between Fugo's Purple Haze and Narancia's Aerosmith, they had to yield something.
It was all just one wild goose chase. This person pointing to that person, and that person to this one. No one had concrete information, and the group still didn't know who Signor D was. Every student that reported being harassed or a business that filed complaints made (y/n)'s stomach turn. What did Signor D want? What were all of those Stand users being paid for?
"Business here has been declining," Fugo murmured, pulling (y/n) from their thoughts. "There's been talk of the restaurant taking a break."
Narancia huffed. "Yeah, I don't blame them. I don't know what half the dishes they're serving are, and there are no pictures."
Fugo shoved his shoulder. "It has nothing to do with that. The patrons here have been complaining about the food. They've been seeing things in the soups and drinks. The toilets here are being overrun by something too."
"Like what?" Narancia asked. "Rats or roaches?"
"A Stand would be more likely," said Fugo.
But for what? Did Signor D just have a personal vendetta against this restaurant in particular? But then why was he choosing to meet here with potential Stand users? Maybe he was planning to move his operations somewhere else and using it as an excuse to take this place down.
(Y/n) reached to take a sip from their glass of water. As they did, they jolted at the sight of something stirring among the ice cubes. Something grey, flicking from side to side. When (y/n) blinked, the thing was gone. Looking at Fugo and Narancia's drinks, there was nothing in them but water and ice.
They dropped their hand back in their lap, not feeling thirsty anymore. It was stupid, but (y/n) had thought the thing looked a little like... well, like a shark fin. But in what universe did that make sense? It must have been the reflection of a bug flying by or a leaf falling.
Didn't I tell myself I wouldn't be writing anything off anymore?
"You good?" Narancia raised his eyebrows. "Something wrong with your water?"
"It's nothing," (y/n) muttered. A waiter came by then to take their order. Fugo ordered easily, the French words flowing from his mouth. (Y/n) thought they heard the word for soup in there somewhere. Not very confident in their French, (y/n) pointed their order out in the menu. After an agonizing minute, Narancia just asked the waiter to bring them anything that didn't have meat.
"Man, the dishes here are expensive as hell," Narancia complained. "We're not going to pay for this, right?"
Fugo shrugged. "Giorno gave us a blank cheque. We can order whatever we want. The French food here is supposed to be some of the best in Naples."
"Why'd Squalo and Tiziano have to camp out here? They couldn't have chosen a nice Italian place instead?"
"How are we going to know if they even show up?" (y/n) asked. They didn't think anyone actually knew what the duo looked like.
"Going by the dates on the restaurant receipts Bruno found, Squalo and Tiziano make visits here every Tuesday and Friday," answered Fugo. "They'd probably be here now, during the lunch rush, so they don't stick out as much. Even if they didn't have new Stand users, it makes sense they'd come just to get debriefings from Signor D."
"Besides, you can just use your White Satin!" added Narancia. "You get that sense when Stand users are around, don't you?"
Yes, but that "sense" usually only came out when it was too late. (Y/n) didn't say this out loud, though. They only smiled meekly.
The trio waited for their meal while keeping an eye on the patrons. Squalo and Tiziano. What did people with those names tend to look like? Could they be the pair of teenagers over there? Or were they that couple near the back? Every minute that went by without that prickling feeling from White Satin made (y/n) even more nervous. If those two were as high up as everyone said, they wouldn't just be two bums off the street, right?
Fugo must have been as nervous as (y/n). He'd already asked for his third refill. As he lifted his glass of water to his lips, (y/n) saw it. Something floating in his glass of water. It definitely looked like a shark fin, small and sharp.
"Fugo, don't!" (y/n) snatched Fugo's wrist, halting the glass of water. Some of it sloshed out of the glass and onto his shirt. For a tense beat, Fugo just stared at (y/n) as they stared at the glass.
No shark fin. Just ice cubes and water.
"(Y/n), are you sure you're alright?" Narancia asked again.
"Stop drinking the water," (y/n) said brusquely. "It's—I don't trust it."
Fugo and Narancia darted looks at each other. Nonetheless, they pushed their glasses to a corner of the table. (Y/n) flagged down the nearest waiter and asked them to remove the offending drinks.
"Hey." Narancia tapped (y/n)'s shoe under the table with his foot. "Relax. We're gonna be alright. We'll kick Squalo and Tiziano's asses, no problem."
Relax. A string of White Satin wound around (y/n)'s finger. They found themselves looking around at the other tables, wondering if any of their drinks had a floating fin in them. They were just on edge. Looking for something to push off their nerves on.
The appetizers arrived. Some kind of creamy soup. (Y/n) made no move for it, still wary. Narancia spooned a bit into his mouth and promptly burned himself.
"Careful, it's hot," Fugo said mechanically.
"Grazie," Narancia returned sarcastically. He plunked the spoon back in the bowl, pulling in air between his teeth to cool his mouth. He made a move for water before he remembered they didn't have any. He slumped in seat, looking bummed. "Well, while we wait for this soup to cool, who would you date at Sapiena, and why?"
(Y/n) made a face. "What is this, middle school?"
"I'm curious." Narancia nudged Fugo's arm. "Well? Got your eye on anyone?"
Fugo's eyes flitted for the briefest of moments to (y/n). "Maybe."
"Oh?" Narancia smirked. "Do I know this person?"
"I don't think this is a fair conversation to have when you've never been in a relationship."
(Y/n) snorted. Narancia looked offended. "Excuse you, signore. I do not appreciate that."
"Alright, who would you date then?"
"The hot sophomore who sits in front of me in mathematics, duh."
"This person studies math. How hot could they be?"
(Y/n) smiled despite themself. This was enough for Narancia to switch his sights to them. "What about you, huh? Have you—"
"I am not talking about this here," (y/n) said smoothly, eating a bit of soup to keep from talking. The soup barely hit their tongue before red-hot pain exploded, making (y/n) drop their spoon.
What the hell? It felt like something just bit my tongue.
"I told you it was hot," Fugo said pointedly.
(Y/n) cupped a hand over their mouth. The soup had had nothing to do with that burst of pain. It was like they'd bitten their own tongue times ten. They could taste something coppery in their mouth. It felt like the tongue was swelling up, burning and hyper-sensitive.
"No need to sound so condescending," Narancia said. "Why don't you eat some soup? It's freaking hot."
(Y/n) let out a strangled cry. What was that? It took everything in them not to scream at the sensation of their tongue tearing from their mouth. The coppery taste became unbearable and (y/n) squeezed their eyes shut. Their tongue was being ripped apart, that was the only explanation.
"(Y/n)?" Fugo said.
All at once, the pain subsided. (Y/n) swallowed, suddenly wishing they hadn't gotten rid of their glasses of water. Was their tongue still there? (Y/n) gingerly tried to move it. It ached, but it was still there. They turned their head to the side and discreetly dabbed at it with their napkin. No blood. How was that possible? What had that ripping sensation and blinding pain been?
"I'm fine," (y/n) heard themselves say, "I just swallowed wrong is all."
"What kinda soup did you order, Fugo?" Narancia said. (Y/n) didn't hear Fugo's reply. They were too busy trying to figure out what they had just said.
"Anywho, back to what I was talking about. Do you have a crush, (y/n)?" Narancia seemed oblivious to (y/n)'s predicament.
"Of course, I do."
What? (Y/n) hadn't meant to say that. They had wanted to say no. No, I don't have a crush.
Narancia's eyes turned sly. "Is it someone at this table?"
No, quit playing around. "Yes, it is."
Narancia grinned wide. (Y/n) felt their eyes bugging out. What was going on? Why were these words tumbling from their mouth when (y/n) hadn't meant them to?
"I bet I know who it is," Narancia singsonged.
"Enough, Narancia." Fugo rolled his eyes.
Guys, I think something is wrong. "Oh yeah? Who?"
"His name has to start with a P, doesn't it?"
(Y/n) felt like they were being strangled. They willed their tongue to cooperate, to voice their actual thoughts.
Colour was beginning to creep into Fugo's cheeks. "Narancia..."
I was attacked! I can't speak properly!
"I—I—" The words refused to come. (Y/n)'s tongue would not make the shape of them and would not push them out.
"Am I right?" Narancia asked smugly.
"If you're talking about Fugo, you're wrong." No, no. (Y/n) tried to clamp their mouth shut. The treacherous words marched out of their own volition. "No offence, Fugo, but you're not my type. You're kinda uptight, to be honest."
Fugo's face stuttered closed. "What do you mean?" he asked quietly.
"Just that. You're so pent-up all the time. I don't really like that. And you always get so angry."
What was going on? This was a Stand attack. It had to be. These words weren't (y/n)'s. This wasn't how they felt about Fugo. Even if it had been, they would never tell him like this.
"Do I?" Fugo's face tightened.
"Yeah, you do. If you controlled your temper, maybe you would be able to control your Stand."
(Y/n) threw their hands over their mouth. They couldn't keep speaking. Fugo had to see that (y/n) was lying, right? He had to see (y/n) didn't mean it.
Fugo pushed back from his seat, his face stormy. He tossed his napkin onto the table.
"Please excuse me," he said. "I need to use the restroom."
He strode off, leaving (y/n) with Narancia.
Narancia looked stricken. "What the hell was that about, (y/n)? I was just teasing you two. Why were you grilling him like that? I thought you were friends."
"We aren't." The words burst out from between (y/n)'s fingertips. "Just like you and I aren't friends."
Narancia frowned. Hurt flashed in his violet eyes. "Okay, that's enough. Whatever shit you're pulling, stop it. If you don't like us, fine, but you don't need to be a dick about it."
(Y/n) bit down so hard on their lip they tasted blood. They couldn't open their mouth. Whatever this Stand attack was, they were unable to tell the truth. They fumbled in their pocket for their phone. If they couldn't talk, they would just type out their words.
Narancia, I've been attacked by a Stand. Everything I saw gets twisted around.
They turned their phone around for Narancia to read the message. He made a face.
"Really?"
Somehow, the words on the screen had scrambled into: Pink, fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows— (Y/n) slammed their phone down. Unbelievable. They couldn't even type without telling lies?
It just was now occurring to them that this Stand attack was from none other than Squalo and Tiziano. They were nearby, close enough to control (y/n). But how could (y/n) tell Narancia and Fugo? They could tell Narancia was growing exasperated. Think, (y/n)! You need to let Narancia know.
Out of the corner of their eye, (y/n) spotted something zipping between the glasses on the tables. It was the shark fin! It floated briefly in one glass before teleporting to another, too quick for anyone to notice. Or maybe because they couldn't notice the Stand. (Y/n) tried to point at the thing, but their fingers just pointed at the sky. Narancia looked up, nonplussed. He looked back down at (y/n), exasperation wrinkling his brow.
"Something is teleporting between the water glasses!" (y/n) was shocked when the words actually matched their thoughts. Had they beaten the Stand attack?
"What? Where? Is it a Stand?" Narancia twisted to look at the other tables.
"It's really big and slow!" No. The Stand hadn't released its grip on (y/n)'s tongue yet.
"What do you mean? How could we have missed that?"
A scream sounded from within the restaurant. Everyone's heads swivelled to the sound. A man ran outside, face white as a sheet.
"What's going on?" Narancia shouted at him.
"There was a b-boy," the man stammered. "He was just ... he got pulled into one of the toilets!"
"Shit, it must be Fugo!" Narancia shot to his feet.
"It's fine. You don't need to worry," (y/n) said, laying a hand on his arm. Their insides screamed the very opposite.
Narancia stared at (y/n). "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you, but I'm going in to check on Fugo." He rushed inside. (Y/n) followed him.
Sure enough, there was no Fugo inside the restroom. Narancia banged open all of the stalls, calling for him. Meanwhile, (y/n) edged towards the mirrors and opened their mouth.
They screamed at the sight of a fleshy, grotesque humanoid latched to their tongue. The three tentacles protruding from its head waved as it smirked devilishly at (y/n). They reached their fingers in to grab it, but the Stand twisted out of their grip.
"What? What?!" Narancia ran back to (y/n). They stuck out their tongue, but of course, Narancia didn't see the Stand.
He pushed his hands through his hair. "What is going on? Fugo's gone, and you're acting like a lunatic!"
"We need to stay in the restroom," (y/n) said, and nearly cried. Why couldn't they just speak?!
"Yeah, I know. Where did those bastards take Fugo? Is he in the pipes or something?" Narancia headed back to one of the stalls.
In the pipes.
(Y/n) jolted. The shark fin darting between glasses of water. Patrons complaining about the restrooms. That was the Stand! It could teleport through bodies of water!
(Y/n) lunged for Narancia.
If it could travel through water, it had probably taken Fugo with it.
the chase || the pawnshop || the station || next chapter || table of contents
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