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Street Fighter Urien x Reader

[Every once in a while, I go back to the original purpose for making this page which is, if I can't a fic for a character I like, by god I will make one. Been playing street fighter 3 and felt like making one for Urien. Not technically a yandere fic, but reader does get kidnapped, so I guess it's a similar flavor.]

The sea was shining a beautiful mixture of orange and yellow that set a peaceful mood at the place you were visiting. You almost never got to take vacations, and certainly never somewhere as serine as the place you were at now. But, after plenty of hard work and saving you finally were able to do something nice for yourself. This place was perfect because it was still plenty friendly to city folk and tourists, but was still small enough that there wasn’t any stress from overcrowded streets and walkways.

You had gotten here yesterday, and things seemed like it was all laughs and smiles all around. However, when you started walking around the village today, the smiles seemed a little less genuine; not in a rude way, but rather that there was something that was worrying them and the people were all trying to assure themselves nothing would happen. You were trying to figure out what was up without upsetting anyone, so you were left with only the bits and pieces that you heard throughout the day. From what you could tell, it seemed like there was word from a nearby town that someone was there, and might have been making their way over to the village you were in sometime soon. Though never stated outright, you could tell from the tone of the conversations and the way people were planning to send some of their older and younger family to stay with relatives in different villages and towns that this person must have been trouble.

It was something that certainly alarmed you, and it seemed rightfully so as one old woman shuffling her way out of town with her grandchild stopped and warned you, “If you have no one nearby to shelter with, go to where you are staying and hide yourself as best you can. Be safe, young one.”

There was nothing else you needed to convince you the situation was serious, and you quickly made your way back toward the inn that you were staying at. You were panicked to be sure, but you were also trying to keep your cool for nothing other than to not make it too obvious that you were a tourist trying to remember unknown streets. That would be something that would a bright, red target on your back for anyone looking to start up trouble.

Thankfully, you weren't stopped by any unsavory persons nor did you get too lost on your way back to the inn. When the view of the amber, sunset colored sea came into view, you knew that you didn’t have too much farther to go. The place you were staying at was on the seafront. All you would have to do now was walk down the street until you found it. You looked back and forth down each way of the road to try to remember which way your inn was based on other buildings and landmarks. That’s when suddenly, you heard the dull clicking of dress shoes walking down the sidewalk.

It was likely that it was just a local also making their way back home for the evening, but you didn’t feel like taking any chances. There was something about the cadence of the steps that seemed off; they were extremely calm compared to all of the bustling you had heard today. So, without thinking much more on which way was the correct way, you turned right and started down the street. Even if your inn wasn’t this way, it would still give you some space from the person that was getting closer to you by the second. There was also likely to be a café or a little shop of some kind here that you could duck into if you felt you were actually being followed.

The plan didn’t work as the person down the street did seem to be heading right for you, and catching up to you in no time. Their steps still didn’t seemed rushed; perhaps a bit quicker than they were, but not by much. Whoever this was must have had a long stride to be able to catch up to you so quickly in such a little time. It was only a moment after you made that observation that you heard a voice behind you.

“I know you heard me behind you. Rather rude to not even turn to acknowledge me.”

The voice just radiated an ill meaning energy. There was a raspy quality to it like it had been overused for years and never quite healed; like speaking was more foreign to his throat than screaming was.

You weren’t sure what to do. Part of you wanted to run, but you knew there would be no way you could actually get away from him. You knew that he wanted you to turn around and look at him, but you were to terrified to, like doing so would invite him to interact with you more. The result of this indecision was that you were completely frozen in place.

“Hm, seems I’ve frightened the little mouse.” The man behind you laughed cruelly as an olive toned hand that was easily large enough to crush your skull wrapped around your neck and used just enough pressure to turn you around himself. The movement cased you to get a breeze of the cologne on his wrist. It smelled like burnt lilacs and cloves. And, based on the rest of his appearance, it must have been something expensive. The deep purple suit the man wore looked like it cost more money than you had seen in your entire life, and made his snowy hair pop even more than it would have foiled against any other color.

He seemed to be observing you as much as you were him. The hold on your neck was used to turn your head from side to side as he seemed playfully pensive, a devious smirk lightly tugging at his lips.

“Cute, little thing, aren’t you?” He teased, his graveled tenor voice not doing a thing to hide his belittling thoughts of you. “Obedient too, it seems… Yes, I think you can be quite lovely to have around.” The man then tugged a bit on your sleeve with his other hand as he looked over your clothes. “These could use some prettying up, but that’s no worry.”

You weren’t sure what switch flipped in your mind, but you suddenly found your voice.

“P-p-please. Let me go.” You croaked out, not from the pressure at your throat, but from fighting the lump that was tightening in it.

The man started shushing you, yet his hold at your neck started to tighten as a way to show you just how much restraint he was using before.

“Now, now. I’m giving you a better life than you could ever imagine. I know new things can be frightening, especially for you of lower understanding. However, when I decide I want something I get it.” You were suddenly pulled flush to him, your chin pressed to his chest that was bare under his open jacket as you were being directed to look up at his face by his hand that was now off your neck and gripping your scalp. “And, what I want right now is for you to be a pretty, little accessory at my arm.”

He chuckled darkly as you squirmed against him as you tried to get away.

“Surely a little bit of chest hasn’t made you flustered? Better get used to it, pet. I usually wear much less.” He teased as he pressed you even closer.

After a few moments of enjoying your struggles, the man picked you up bridal style and held you so tightly that you couldn’t move at all. After he was sure that you were secure in his arms, he started to walk back the way you had both come.

“The people in this trash-heap of a village have a lot to thank you for. Truthfully, I was in an absolute sour mood when I can here. But, when I saw a timid mouse like you scurrying around, it certainly caught my interest. You’ll keep me busy for a good while.” He noticed that you were suddenly more frightened than you had been previously. He cooed and comforted like someone completely alien to the concept, “Oh, don’t you worry. I might be a bad man, even by my own admission, but I would never impose myself on you.”

While you seemed a tiny bit more at ease, there was still something you were going to fight him on. It took you a few moments to work your voice up where he could hear it. “But… what about-“

“What?” He interrupted. “Your things? Your job? Your family? I am the only person that you need now. You must be forgetful, pet,” he demeaned as he squeezed you tighter to be sure he had your attention, “I told you already. I’m giving you a better life. I’m pulling you out of rabble and making you mine.”

You were propped up so that you were face to face with him, his icy, blue eyes boring into yours. “Now, be good and say thank you.” He instructed.

“T-thank you, sir.” You felt like you had no choice but to do as he said, and felt like adding the respectful title might help your stance with him. You couldn’t be sure that it did as his response was to give you a genuine yet crazed smile.

“Very good!” He praised, “What a quick learner you are! I knew my intuition about you was correct!” As was his habit the majority credit went towards himself. “However…”

Once again he seemed to be thinking over something. “I will give a privilege that only a few others have. You may use my name. Simply because I think it would sound darling in that timid voice of yours. Go ahead, try again. Lord Urien, this time.”

"Because you are my master?" You whimper the question.

"Because I am your god." Urien corrected.

You swallowed hard, not wanting to delay his demand for any reason, even your voice giving out from fearful tears you forced to remain in your eyes as you didn’t know how this madman would react to anything getting on his expensive suit. “Thank you, L-lord Urien.” You managed to croak out.

“Beautiful.” He purred as he continued to spirit you away from the rest of the world, to an unknown fate that you were trying to think of all the different choices you could have made to avoid this misfortune. The last view you saw of the ocean the night was quickly approaching, the water now a muted, blood red.

#urien #street fighter urien #sf urien #urien x reader #street fighter urien x reader #sf urien x reader

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bekaroth-reads · 27 days

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This computer has taken over my life

#electric dreams #electric dreams edgar #my art #ive only had edgar for a day and a half #but if anything were to happen to him i would get everyone here then myself

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bekaroth-reads · 28 days

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Just watched Electric Dreams for the first time and oooooooooooooohhhhh Edgar is just a guy!! He's just a little guy!!!!

#electric dreams #best way i can put my feelings into words #spent the majority of the movie doing flappy hands #also yelling at moles

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bekaroth-reads · 29 days

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A Wonderful Life Gustafa x Reader

[So, I tried to write this where it could be either of Gustafa's character designs. Also, sorry for the amature poetry. I didn't take it too seriously, and you probably shouldn't either, haha]

The valley was finally nice. It seemed the winter was extra cold and windy, leaving the spring feeling more pleasant than it ever had in your life. After you were done with your farm work for that day, you decide to go for a walk. Things being so frosted for the past few months had both your poor animals and yourself feeling cooped up. So, with your animals out to pasture, you went for a walk.

You didn’t have to worry too much about about them while you were gone because you knew that Takakura would be there to keep an eye out for emergencies.

You decided the place you wanted to be was the little patch of woods that just north of your farm. Even with the Harvest Sprites living there and chatting your ear off if they saw you, it tended to be one of the quietest places around.

People did go there, but there was almost a sort of hush that everyone observed. Perhaps it had something to do with the Goddess Pond being there. Or, maybe it was simply everyone’s quiet place. It wasn’t as though there was no talking, or even whispers; it was simply a place to observe the softer parts of life.

The further down the path you got the more the sound of gentle guitar music floated in the air. There were a few people in the village that played, but there wasn’t really a question who it was.

Gustafa

His style was unmistakable. It somehow managed to be gentle yet energetic, much like the musician himself. It did seem to be more contemplative today. Or, you could just be making things up based on what you thought of the little melody you heard being strummed out. Either way, he placed the song on hold when he heard the gravel crunching under your shoes.

“Yo!” Gustafa sang out in your direction before patting a patch of grass next to him, silently asking you to sit down. You were happy to oblige. While you were getting situated, he took the opportunity to tune some of his strings.

“Takin’ the time to enjoy nature?” He asked as he strummed a few chords to see how they sounded.

“Yeah. Looks like you are too.” You answer as you start to watch the waterfall a bit further up the river.

“Right on.” Gustafa agreed while testing more chords. Soon enough, he was singing a little song to the pattern he was trying. He couldn’t help himself whenever the musical mood struck him.

“Birds of a feather,

Peas in a pod.

You’re somethin’ special,

An’ I’m somethin’ odd.”

His little humming sessions always made you smile. There was something about this one that caught your attention though.

“You’re not odd, Gustafa.” You assured him.

"Don't think so? That's a crying shame. Here I thought I was unique." He laughed, taking a break to adjust his glasses. It was a wonder he could see through the dark lenses now that it was on the later, purple stage of dusk.

Gustafa gave a sigh to end his laugh. He watched the waterfall with you for a minute, having what looked like a lighthearted yet important debate with himself. Finally, he voiced what he was thinking about.

"Hey, you wanna hear something I've been working on?" Gustafa asked as he fidgeted with the tassels on his clothes.

"I'd love to!" You practically jumped when you turned to look at him. It was always a treat to hear his stuff. Even if he didn't end up using everything he might mess around with, it was still as fun to watch him work.

Gustafa's cheeks turned a warm pink. "Wait, really?" He asked, his eyes almost as round as the rims of his glasses.

"Well, yeah. I'd love to. I love to listen to you play." You were confused at him suddenly being so embarrassed about something the two of you did often.

"Oh! You'd 'love to.' Alright."

"Yeah... What did you think I said?" You asked.

Gustafa gave a sheepish cough and giggled at himself. "Uh, not... that. Anyway," he quickly changed the subject, "This is still in the early stages, so no judging, yeah?"

"Of course." You promised.

Gustafa gave a few passes on the strings before settling on a key he liked. He gave a bit of an intro with his guitar, then started to sing.

"There’s a lot to be said

‘Bout the quick and the dead

But, my life has never been either.

While by every right

I did have a life,

This life of mine never had fire.

And just when I thought

I had got all I ought,

And had given back all that’s worth givin'

You came from the stars

Like the diamond you are

And helped me to really start livin’

That when the sunshine

Shone out for the first time

And made heart’s flower unfurl

Yeah, you taught my soul your sweet, Springtime rhyme

That melted my ol’ frozen world"

When he finished, both of you gave it a few moments; the breeze and the crickets in the woods singing his tune back to him.

Gustafa was about to ask you what you thought, but before he could say anything he felt you rest your head on his shoulder. He gave a contented sigh, took his hat off so the flower didn't poke you, and rested his head on yours. He moved his guitar over so the neck wasn't bumping into you, and placed his now free arm around your shoulder.

He loved his guitar and his music. But, he loved holding you here by the river with nature singing a love song to the both of you even more.

#sos a wonderful life gustafa #sos gustafa x reader #harvest moon gustafa #harvest moon gustafa x reader

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bekaroth-reads · 29 days

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Hi, just wondering if your still doing the herobrine x reader fan fiction?

Love your work, have a great day/night

Hello, so sorry for the late response for this ask.

I’m sorry, but as of right now there is no plan for me to continue either versions of the Herobrine fanfic.

I’ve tried to right and re-write it so many times, and haven’t been able to get it finished.

I’m very thankful for all the support those fics have gotten from everyone, but sadly I just can’t work through the rest of it.

Thank you again for your support, and sorry again for leaving you and everyone else hanging 🙇

#herobrine #so so sorry #tbh my soul leaves my body everytime i think of it #hate having things unfinished #but also my creativity crumples up everytime I try to continue it

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bekaroth-reads · 1 month

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Tried making a Kinito Pet and it is cursed

I still love him though

#kinitopet #kinito the axolotl #i want to play this myself #but i am broke

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bekaroth-reads · 1 month

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I know I haven’t posted on here in forever, but look at this little star person I made. I like how they turned out :)

#my art #not a professional #just draw for fun #ocs

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bekaroth-reads · 4 months

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Brynjolf x reader pt .2

[Decided to make a sequel, though I guess you don't have to had read the first part to understand this. Once again I write gender neutral reader in general, so instead of Brynjolf saying lad or lass, I have him saying bairn like how you might call someone kid. Proof read but quickly so there's probably a lot still wrong, haha]

It doesn’t seem like it would be possible for someone to startle awake while also not moving an inch, but that was exactly what Brynjolf did. There was enough of his mind conscious to know he needed to check his surroundings, however the rest of it as well as his body protested. Once he was finally able force his eyes open, there wasn’t much he could see aside from a blur… and a piercing light of some kind.

Wanting to shield himself from the bright onslaught he went to turn. This action was cut short as the second he started to move Brynjolf felt like his was going to explode.

“Look who’s still alive!” A familiar voice teased in a thankfully soft voice.

“Bairn?” He questioned horsely, “By the Eight! What in Oblivion happened?”

You walked over to him, poured some water into a cup, and stared to mix something into it. Brynjolf was only minutely aware of any of this.

“It seems that you had a rather eventful night.” You laughed as you tried to get him to drink the concoctions you had made.

He was aware enough now to grunt and pull his head away, not wanting to risk upsetting his churning stomach further. As you came more into focus he pressed drudgingly with his interrogation. “Did I get in a fight?”

Brynjolf gave a sour look and a glower as even not knowing what the answer was, you thought is was funny and that it was certainly at his expense.

“Oh, yes. You had a valiant fight against some mead, and sadly lost.” You postulated before finally catching him at an angle that let you actually get the cup up to his mouth, “Now, drink this.”

He obliged you, but wasn’t afraid to let you know how he felt about the drink.

“Shor’s Stone! That’s vile!” He spat mostly figuratively, but somewhat literally.

“Got it from the apothecary. Supposed to help with the hangover.”

“Ya, know what’ll help that bairn? Put out that bloody light!” He groaned.

This made you actually laugh, which made him winch.

“Sorry.” You apologized as you tried to quiet back down. “But, I can’t put that light out, Bryn. That’s the sun.”

After this, you started prattling on about something along the lines of how there was rumored to be a way to actually black out the sun, but he wasn’t even to the point of comprehending any of that.

“Bairn, I’m not in the mood.” Brynjolf warned as he finally managed to move an arm and rest it over his eyes.

“For what?” You questioned.

“For games!” He grumbled, “Hardly a place in the cistern that the sun gets to.”

Based on the fact that you had to hod back another laugh, it seemed that something else caught you funny. You moved some of his fiery hair behind his ear as best you could with his arm in the way.

“Bryn, we aren’t in the cistern.”

This made him bolt up, suddenly aware that this bed was much too comfortable to be one of the ones they were able to sneak into the hideout. A few moments after his pounding temples stopped protesting the quick movement, he noted that he was in a rather nice, if slightly under decorated house.

It must have been yours. In recent times you had started to do favors for the Jarl, as a sort of means to have an insider in on her plans (as well as a way to make up to the people of Riften for the things you were told to do during your initiation), and the house was an opportunity you weren’t going to pass up.

Something else that he was more aware of now that he was more awake was that he was at the very least bare-chested. Not being one to miss out on a chance to fluster you, he decided to better his morning by doing just that.

“It seems that I lost a bit more than my wits last night. That your doing, bairn?” Brynjolf hummed as he leaned closer to you.

“Well, yes- but not for the reason you think!” You were quick to add. It was pouring last night and I figured there was no point in you getting pneumonia on top of the hang over.”

Your tone changed to a playfully, parental one, “You were on this side of the town square, stumbling around and about to fall into the lake. When I went to see what was wrong with you, you practically passed out on top of me. There was no way I'd be able to sneak you down to the hideout."

"Could have let me fall." He chuckled almost bitterly. While he was trying to play the comment off as a joke, you felt a shift in his demeanor. Maybe there was a more serious reason he was black-out drunk last night.

Not sure if what else to do, you sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Resting your hand on his you quietly assured, "I like you too much to risk you drowning."

Again your comment was continuing the façade of teasing, but there was a more serious intent to it you both knew was under the surface.

To your surprise Brynjolf leaned forward, reached a hand around to rest on the side of your head and move it closer so that he could place a gentle kiss on your hairline.

"Gods bless you! You're too sweet for this line of work." He sighed almost longingly, but in a way you couldn't quite work out why.

Looking over to him there definitely was a much more somber tone than he wore much of the time. Whatever was causing it, it seems the wrong time to try and talk about it. So, you simply moved on by placing your index and middle fingers on varying points on his brow to see if the tension was starting to let up.

"How are you feeling?" You asked.

"Now that I can see that bonny face of yours clearly, lovelier than anything my tonics ever promised to do." He was back to his flirting, and looked happy to be so.

Brynjolf wrapped you in his arms and held you close as he could, resting and nesting his head on the crook of your neck, relishing in the way you both squirmed and sought his attention.

"I do need to ask one more favor of you, bairn. Be sure not to tell anyone I was so pissed last night." There was another hint of somberness to Brynjolf's voice for another moment, before it abruptly changed back to playful. "If word got out that a Nord couldn't hold his drink, I'd never live it down!"

You matched his tone. "Oh? And, what can you bribe me with to not tell?"

There was something of a dark chuckle from him, like he knew something you weren't catching on to.

"Bairn, I'm sitting here in naught but a sheet and my small clothes, and you're asking how I plan to bribe you?" Brynjolf let said sheet fall a bit lower than was considered descent.

He leaned forward once again and kissed you. You were so dazed by the suddenness of the situation that you were basically along for the metaphorical ride.

Just as you were gaining your footing in this situation and things were starting to heat up, there was a pounding on the front door.

Seeing as you were clothed, you were the one to go answer it. To your surprise it was none other than Mercer.

"I'm doing a neighborly call to see if you've seen a certain red head around." He pointedly explained.

Your face must have heated up or possibly still been heated from before as all you said was, "Well," before he cut back in.

"I'll take that as a yes. Look, just have him come down as soon as possible." He sounded more exasperated than upset, though still upset nonetheless. Mercer didn't even wait for you to reply before he walked away, grumbling something to him.

"Sometimes I swear he's trying to ruin my life on purpose." Brynjolf huffed as he came up behind you, watched Mercer walk away for a moment before pulling you back into the house and shutting the door.

"I see you found your pants." You snicker as you note that he was now at least half dressed.

"Aye, they're dry enough to wear. Little smokey from being by the fire." He replied as he pulled you close to him once more.

While you were rather attracted to Brynjolf and more so actually cared for him, there was still some doubt in your mind about how he felt about you. So, you played off trying to back out of his hold by teasing, "I might think you're still a bit drunk with how handsy you are."

While he did laugh at the joke, he was also quick to ease your worries. "Hey, look at me." He placed his hand under your chin to help with the action. "I would never hurt you; not in any way, bairn."

Rather than something teasing or extravagantly passionate like many would expect from him, Brynjolf once again placed the gentlest of kisses to your forehead. There was something that finally made it's way through to you with this action. It wasn't just his way of showing gentle affection.

It was his way of saying, "I love you."

#brynjolf x reader #skyrim brynjolf #brynjolf #skyrim x reader #skyrim brynjolf x reader

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bekaroth-reads · 4 months

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@galaxybear asked this for a drawing request. Couldn't think of how to make one out of many fruits, but I did think fruit bats are rather strawberry shaped. Hope that's alright :)

#my art #i just draw for fun #fruit bat #literal fruit bat #puns

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bekaroth-reads · 4 months

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This did two things:

Made me realize that I've been on here for at least seven years 🧓🏻

And made me want to draw a TV head oc. Thanks and here you go :)

Tell me what to draw!! I’m bored!! (Please 😅)

#my art #oc #don't have a name for them though #also #im old gandalf

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bekaroth-reads · 4 months

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Hiii! I love your content sm especially the last Lucas baker fic :3

I’m wondering if you’d do any yandere Lucas baker headcannons, or a Lucas baker headcannons w a plus-size reader. If not all good and I hope you have a great day,Thankyou !

[Thanks for the ask! I’m having fun writing for Lucas again. However, I will be putting a disclaimer that I’ve started putting on a lot of works that have a yandere element to them. I’ll try not to get too heavy with it, but personal experiences make me feel more comfortable with one at the start of yandere stuff I make. I hope you don’t mind :) ]

Warning/ disclaimer: This piece of fan fiction involves the idea of a yandere character. When I write yandere, it is for the express purpose of horror that can come from forced relationships or ones that have unhealthy elements related to the general ideas of obsession that come with such writing. If someone is treating this way, or you have struggles with viewing people in this manner yourself, I encourage you to seek the proper help you need, whatever that might be in your situation.

To start the HC’s proper, sorry for being wordy

I feel that on the off chance that he might have known you before the mold and Eveline, he most likely wouldn’t have had the obsessive tendencies, at least not to the extent of being considered a yandere.

Also that the thing that made him get that obsessed with you no matter when of how you met was the influence of Eveline and the effects of the mold. She saw you and thought that Lucas needed to be dating someone because that’s just how she wanted to play house.

There’s also the fact that the game’s extra modes/levels do indicate that Lucas is a closeted pervert, Zoe claiming he was being a creep while she was doing yoga (though he claims he wasn’t), and the mold seems to exaggerate the worst in people. I don’t think it would take much for him to get pushed to this level of obsession, especially if he would have been attracted to you in the first place.

With that said though, I don’t think he would ever take things too far, at least as far as being physically invasive. When he’s under the control of Eveline, it’s basically like her chunking the Bakers and Mia around like a pack of GI Joes. So, I don’t think she as a nine-ish-year-old would even know anything past, “Ew, they’re kissing!”

And, after his head’s been cleared from the mold he would be in charge of his faculties that he wouldn’t push things too far. He might be a bit of a perv, but not criminally so.

That being said, he will push his luck as far as he can. After all, Eveline is watching, and you have to be convincing for her, right?

When he was under the mold, he was clingy mostly because that’s how he was supposed to be. You can’t go anywhere because that’s how things are supposed to be done. Jack was in the house, Marguerite was in the old house and he and he was in the barn- with you of course.

Again, he wouldn’t force anything on you, but he could get awfully handsy while hinting that Evie would probably love to have a cousin *wink* *wink*

Strange as it sounds, he gets worse after he’s back to normal. Well, more normal than he was.

I really think that he would risk outing himself as healed in order to get you out of the Bakers’ house. While this may seem caring, and to a point it is, but you have become something of a crutch for him now.

His relationship with his family as well as everyone else, now that he had someone that he felt attached to he was going to be obsessed quickly.

Now that you were out, you were going to stay where he could see you, or, in the times where he HAD to be somewhere else, you would be locked somewhere that nothing else could get into nor you get out of.

He’ll get a little more quiet than he was when he was under the mold, but much more possessive. Not as openly flirtatiously handsy, and more protectively holding you to keep you away from anything that he didn’t deem fit for you, which was almost everything that’s wasn’t him.

He is very- very- emotionally manipulative person. Especially if you are a plus size person. If he ever thinks that you’re getting too bold and might be getting ideas of leaving him, he will say the nastiest things to try to break down your self worth

And, the second that he feels he’s achieved that, it’s immediate love bombing mixed with gaslighting, like, “Aw, babe, I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry I took that joke too far,” or, “I got ya away from the mold, right? Why would I ever hurt you on purpose.”

Speaking of hurting you, he won’t do anything too drastic like how the other Bakers would chop off hands, chase with axes, ect. But, he most certainly isn’t above chasing you and tackling you to the ground if he needs to. Also will, “playfully,” remind you with a pinch, arm twist, or blocking you onto a wall that he is more than strong enough to actually hurt you if he ever decided to especially after gaining some perks from the mold infection.

If you weren’t out of Evelin’s hold (hypnotized or not), he certainly makes sure you’re out when Ethan gets there; there’s no tell what Evie might try to change about her family, what Ethan might do, what you might decide to do- basically there’s too many possibilities for him to risk having you around anyone else.

Would keep you in his little lab in the mines at first so that he can keep up his guise and sill go to check on you easily, but once Ethan really starts to make headway through his quest for Mia, you will get moved to the research center proper.

If any of his associates want to complain about it: first of all they would have had to actually have caught him sneaking you in; something that would be rare as he is a top class sneak. Second, they will have to deal with it because he is one of their top researchers and their only personal contact to the whole mold situation, so they either let him keep in an office, or they don’t get him anymore.

While some of the people, questionable as the company might be, might think he’s going a bit too far with how he treats you, they still wouldn’t likely try to help you as even if things are a bit hyperbolic, he does still have a reputation of being a crazed hillbilly, no matter how smart he is.

On some more positive notes

He does really care about you in his own twisted way, and if there were something different where none of the mold nonsense happened, then you two might have been able to have an actual relationships. There would still be plenty for you both to work out, but it would have been possible.

If you manage to make it through all of what you’ve been put through, in a less ideal, but still not the worse situation, some of those researchers would take you with them when they abandoned the project. After all, you did have contact with their field of study, so as long as you play along with whatever interviews and assorted tests they might want to run on you, you’ll have a somewhat more normal life after.

Best case scenario, though, you will get left behind and Chris and his team will find you as they are looking for Lucas (this would be upsetting to the mildew boy) and while there would still be interviews and some medical tests, they wouldn’t be as frequent and it would be to make sure that you were still healthy. Other than being put into witness protection, things will actually be like an actual life again.

Also if you are a plus sized reader, he actually isn’t bothered about body size in any ways, and finds you distinctly more soft and comforting compared to everything else in his life. Literally would melt onto you if he could.

It’s also something that you both get teased about because he is a beanpole and you’re literally opposites. Like almost in a comical way.

You have the opposite situation where he borrows your clothes and they’re baggy on him. You can try to put on his American girl doll sized clothes, but good luck getting them over your shoulders or hips. He would like to see you try though. Thinks it’s funny if you trip in your efforts.

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So, here's the thing. I'm working on a fanfiction series about an old arcade game, that will mostly be a series for myself as it's a bit of an odd choice for fanfiction, but one of my favorite games.

It's old enough that most of it will be original work/ideas, aside from a few points here and there, as there wasn't really a story for the game.

Mostly, I'm just trying to decide if I name the game outright, or wait until a few chapters in to give more than hints to what the game is and to have it be a plot twist of sorts.

Second option sounds fun but complicated for something that might not even work out. But still...

#fanfic problems #well have to see #writers block #of sorts anyways

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Can u do a Lucas Baker x reader fic, where they've been dating for some time, and since she's his first relationship of any kind, he's insecure about his inexperience and looks and jealous of her ex-boyfriend or something along the lines of that? Just cute and shit:)

Hi! I just got this posted over here

Usually I post the fic under the ask, but Tumblr is acting up right now so they're separate this time.

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Lucas Baker x Reader- Jealous

[This is an answer to an ask. Tumblr is being a ding-dong, so I had to post it on it's own post.]

There were many things that the world thought were basically impossible. One of them was getting Lucas to leave the Baker’s property. His parents were always thankful when you did finally manage to do so as even though they loved you to bits and loved having you around, they were also very worried about their son’s social skills, friend making skills, manners, dressing habits…

Well, to be honest they were worried about a lot pf things concerning Lucas, but they knew that you were helping him come out of his shell a bit.

Chloe was happy when you got him to leave for once because even though she loved having you around and loved Lucas as much as any siblings could care for each other, the two of them would often fight like cats and dogs. So, it was nice to get a break from him every so often.

To be honest it wasn’t like you both were really out for the night or anything. Jack needed something from the store in town and you had gotten Lucas to go with you. Well, to be honest, you volunteered to run to the store and Marguerite hit him with a rolled up newspaper until he agreed to go along with you.

No matter how many times you tried to tell Lucas that people didn’t hate him, he still had himself convinced that there was always someone who would start something with him. Usually, he would just go quiet because he knew that if he tried to say something he’d say something stupid and start a fight.

Speaking of which, you heard him groan.

“Aw, shit! It’s Jessica!” Luaus grumbled under his breath.

“And, who’s Jessica?” You asked as you looked over to see the woman in question.

“Someone from school.” He answered side-eyed the direction she was standing.

“Lucas, you went to university online. How do you know people from the campus?” You asked, genuinely wanting to know if he had taken the initiative to go to more things on his own.

“Wha? Naw, high school.” He corrected.

You gave him a frustrated look and he gave you a dramatic shrug.

“Lucas that was, like, TEN year ago! You’ve gotta move on man.” You scoffed.

“The hell I do!” He snapped back, trying to stay in a whisper.

“What’d she do? Bully you?”

“Yeah! Every time we had an event in robotics club she would take the orange coke before I could!” He growled.

You rolled your eyes. Though you always wanted to be on Lucas’ side and wanted him to know that, there were also times where you did have to point out when he was being ridiculous.

“Okay, so did you ever think she grabbed the orange because it was also her favorite? And she just got there first while you were probably hunched in the corner like the gargoyle you are.”

“Hey!” He snort as he tried to hold back a laugh while playfully punching your arm.

This seemed to be the thing that got his old classmate to look over, and when she did her face immediately lit up.

“Oh, my gawd! Hiiiiiii!” She almost sang as she started to walk over to the two of you past the end of the row that was blocking her from your view.

When you saw her clearly you got excited as well. “There’s no way!” You exclaimed.

“Wha’th’fuck?!” Lucas hissed to himself as he looked between Jessica and yourself as you gave each other a hug and talk about something too quickly for him to understand.

He finally got back into the loop when Jessica looked over to him and smiled. “I didn’t know you knew Lucas Baker! Hi, Lucas! How’ve you been?”

Lucas grunted, shrugged, and did everything he could not to make eye contact. To make sure that she didn’t have time to process him blowing her off, you jumped back in.

“Yeah! Actually, we’re dating.” You explained as you leaned onto him. Lucas was never good at handling any form of PDA, so he had to quickly pull up his hood to hide his face before she could see how red his face was getting.

Jessica clasped her hands together and squealed like she had just seen the cutest thing in the world. “Aw! I’m glad to hear that! You two seem like you’d be so cute together! How long have you been a thing?”

You snickered a bit at her enthusiasm and replied, “Oh, since about a month or so after you and me ended things.”

When you said that you felt Lucas’ posture change from annoyed to uncomfortable before you could look at him he wrapped an arm around the bottom of your waist as subtly as he could. It wasn’t as subtly as he thought that it was, of course, but he was trying.

“Wow! So that’s been a bit then. You still workin’ on the science stuff, Lucas?” She was still trying to include him as much as she could.

“Sure.” He grumbled. You tapped his foot with yours as a warning to behave.

“Yeah, he’s helping his dad with things here and there around their place while he’s looking for a more permanent thing. You know, fixing the equipment and all that.” You answered for him.

“That sounds perfect for him! I’m sure he’ll get a great job soon. He was also so smart!” There wasn’t a lick of sarcasm in her voice, but it seemed Lucas thought otherwise.

“Gonna go finish stuff.” He grumbled before taking the cart and walking away without so much as another look at Jessica.

You groaned and offered an apologetic, “I am so sorry about that.”

“Don’t you worry about it!” She laughed off the situation quickly. “Lucas was always the quiet sort. I think that’s the most words I’ve ever heard from him.”

Her phone started to buzz in her pocket. “Oh, better take that. But, hey! It was nice to see you! Let’s get in touch again sometime!”

“Sure thing. Bye!” You waved as you went to go find where Lucas had sulked off to.

The rest of the time in the store and all the way to the car Lucas there wasn’t a single peep from Lucas, which was odd. For as quiet as he could be with other people, he usually talked your ear off. About five minutes into the trip back to the Bakers’ place, you heard him snark from where he was leaning his head on the passenger-side window, “He was always sooooo smart,” in a mock of Jessica’s voice.

“Lucas Baker,” you scold, but gently.

“What?” He asked like he was getting called out for something he didn’t do, his voice still laced with a sour tone.

You sighed and turned down a side road. This made Lucas perk up a little, and look over at you confused.

“This ain’t the way back to the house. ‘S jus a dead end.”

“Yeah, and we’re going to sit here until you tell me what your problem is.” You said as you cut the engine. “It’s something to do with Jessica, isn’t it?”

The snort that he gave in response let you know you were right on the money. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. School was ten years ago ‘r somethin’. I can get over sharin’ some snacks.” He dismissed the subject quickly, hoping that you would leave it at that.

You put your hand on his. “That’s not what I’m taking about. I’ve told you that I moved to the area a few years back because of someone I was dating at the time.”

“Yup, and when ya broke up it was on good terms, so ya stayed roommates for awhile ‘til ya got yer own place.” He finished the story, his drawl getting thicker with every second- a sure sign that he was agitated.

“How was I supposed to know it was someone you knew? I would have told you if I knew. And, absolutely if I knew that it would bother you so much.” You kept your hand on his. While you wanted to be sure that he knew you were being sincere, you were keeping in mind that he struggled with these sorts of emotions. There was little to no chance he’d be able to look at you during this conversation; he went back to looking out the car window pretty quickly.

“It ain’t that!” His voice started to raise, but he caught himself. “It’s jus that, she was always so damn cheery, an’ knew how ta talk ta people, an’ ya looked so happy when you’er talkin’ to her.” He kept rambling, and while you were trying to keep listening, you were certain what the problem was.

“Lucas.” You cooed as you unbuckled your seat belt and leaned over to rest your hand on the side of his face to get his attention. “I love you.”

Lucas snorted again and tried to wiggle away from you. “Aw, don’t get all sappy on me!” He rolled his eyes and moved your hand away, you were quick to counter it.

“I mean it. And, I can’t think of a thing that will change that.”

All he did after you said this was turn and look at you with an unreadable look on his face. After a minute of him staring and you trying to figure out what he was thinking, he unbuckled his seatbelt, slid his seat back, and leaned it a bit just enough so that he wasn’t completely sitting straight. You had thought he was going to act like he was taking a nap to ignore you, but then he gave you an expectant look and instructed, “Well, get over here.”

Even in the cramped space of the car it wasn’t difficult to get next to him over on his seat because he was so skinny that he never really took up much room. Lucas wrapped an arm around you and rolled you over so you were leaning on him even more than you already were. There wasn’t anything said between the two of you for a while. Things were as still as Lucas could stand to be; even then all he would do was fidget for a few moments until he was comfortable again.

“This is nice.” You sighed. Lucas hummed in agreement.

“We should do this more often.” And, once again Lucas agreed.

There was another little spell of quiet and his hold on you tightened.

“Sorry ‘bout bein’ a bastard. I know you’d never leave me.” You were surprised that he was the one to verbally say what the problem was. But, more importantly, you were glad the feeling seemed to have passed.

Lucas snorted out a short laugh, “To be honest, I was expectin’ you to be a smart ass about this whole thing."

You smiled. It was sweet... Too sweet. Lucas went on high alert. His suspicion was confirmed when you moved to grab something from one of the smaller bags from the store that you had sat in the backseat.

"Christ! Yer fuckin' knees!" He gave a melodramatic whine when they pressed into his legs as you tried to reach the bag you were looking for.

"This is for you." You teased in a sing-song as you handed him an orange soda that you had sneaked into the order when he wasn't looking.

Lucas' jaw slacker slightly at the joke. He shook it off and got a dangerously playful grin as he took the drink, put it in the cupholder, and in a blink of an eye had you pinned under him on the seat.

"Damn straight, it is!" He bragged triumphantly. "An', so is this pretty, lil' thing right 'ere." He chuckle and kissed you.

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Gman x Reader

[Things to note: I'm just now getting back into the Half-life series after not playing it for years, so there's mostly likely lore stuff or whatever that's wrong. Also, this is kinda long and not proof read, sorry about that, I guess]

It was a nice day. During everything that was constantly happening good weather was always a blessing that everyone was thankful for. Something else that you were thankful for was the fact that you were in one of the smaller cities. Yes, you were still under the every-watching eye of the Combine, but it wasn’t as pressing as it was in the larger ones. You had actually moved, or rather were moved, to this place, so little that it didn’t even have a name, about fifteen years ago. You had spent much of your childhood and some of your teenage years in City 17, and when it was deemed that you were, “old enough,” to take care of yourself in your later teen years, you were chosen for a project to inhabit a smaller, more rural habitations the Combine had started to move people to.

While your parents were hesitant to let you go, they were somewhat happy to see you got to one of these more peaceful areas. Apparently, you had lived somewhere similar when you were a small child. Though, you had trouble remembering it as it was so long ago. Your parents had found you wandering in some ruins, and took you in. It was odd to see a child around all things considered, but as they were wanting a child for sometime and the Combine officials where they were didn’t seem to mind them having one, they weren’t going to complain.

You were part of the reason that they were moved to a larger city in the first place. It was so there were plenty of Combine approved personnel to keep an eye on you and your life; it was almost like they were expecting something drastic to happen. But, throughout all your life and all of the extensive habit studying, frequent doctors’ appointments, and the other few odd things here and there, you were just a normal person.

Honestly, while you were sad to be separated from your parents, you were more than happy to get a new start at life out here. There most you could complain about was the fact that your work was chosen for you. Most everyone out here were scavengers or sorts. Janitors might be a more fitting term; perhaps something between the two. Your job was to clear out rubble around the area to see if there was anything useful in the debris, or to try to find usable building space for whatever the Combine might want to use it for. At the moment, they were using them from makeshift housing for means of building the populous of the area.

While you and your neighbors most certain ally weren’t told what their plans were, you all figured it was to divide people even more to make control a bit easier. Though knowing the odd ways of the Combine there was no way of knowing for sure.

There wasn’t quite as much work to do today as your group had finished clearing a section of debris, and you were all told to wait for further instructions before moving on to the next step. Seeing as it would still be light for a few more hours, you decided to go for a walk before going back home. There weren’t many level places to walk, at least where you were being watched like a hawk the whole time. You had fun exploring the old buildings and the surrounding areas anyways. Sometimes you could find little bits and bobs and take them home to brighten the place up before the official team went on a search and were told to dispose of most everything.

You had found a building this time that look like used to be a work building of some kind. If you could find the place that used to be the office, you could really score some stuff. The last one that you searched had all sorts of fun things on the desks; your favorite was a little snow globe that had surprisingly not been shattered through the years. The glass was starting to yellow a bit, but the glitter still shone brightly around the little cartoon, alien figure in the middle. If only the people who made it all that time ago knew…

Much to your delight there was an office here. Looked like it was something corporate and cushy, so there was bound to be plenty of frivolities around based on the things some of the older people in your group had told you. As you looked around for anything interesting, your eye caught a picture hanging on the wall. While you thought to take it back with you just as a joke, you decided it would be better suited here as something of a monument to the people that used to work here; who knows if any of them survived.

You did have to admire, even sort of marvel at their out fits. It seemed odd to you that there was really that many different types of clothing. The most anyone had these days were their jumpsuits and maybe a hat or some other accessory made from the scraps around. These people looked like they all had full outfits with some pretty fancy jewelry, watches, and a few more accessories that you weren’t even sure what they were.

A crunch of the graveled debris put you on alert, and quickly you spun around. There was someone there…or, you thought so. Now that you were looking closely you could see it was just your imagination. Something else that told you that you were still alone was the fact that your imagined voyeur had an outfit like the people in the picture. It must have been a trick of the light, one of those things where if you look at something for too long then you see it’s ghost for a moment once you look away. After looking for a few minutes more and grabbing a few things for yourself and some for your neighbors, you decided not to push your luck any further. It’s not like there were any rules against looking around like this, as long as one stayed in the permitted region. But, it was never a smart idea to give the Civil Protection any opportunity say it was for their own entertainment.

There was something that kept gnawing at the back of your mind that you were in fact being watched. It seemed this feeling was correct as the next thing you knew there was someone standing on a ledge about twenty feet above the hall you were walking down. You took a moment to try to see who it was, but quickly decided to keep moving. It seemed that two things were true: there was a man in the office room with you and he did in fact have one of those office outfits on- a suit you think you had heard them called? In any case, he certainly wasn’t from around here; that meant there was a non-zero chance he was with the Combine somehow. No need to interact with them when you don’t have to.

Whoever that was must have wanted you to see him as there was no effort on his part to hide once he was spotted. In fact, he watched you the entire way through the hall. All you could do was to leave this place as soon as you could and hope that he wasn’t some sort of new look out and that you had seen the last of him. That last hope should be the actual case as you were getting close to where you had entered from and though you weren’t sure exactly how that guy got up where he did, it must have taken at least a bit of time get there.

“Excuse me.”

Against the odds the man you were just pondering walked from a nearby doorway, making you freeze in your tracks. Though he looked like any other person you had seen, there was something about him that seemed like it commanded more authority, almost to an involuntary degree.

“Pardon me,” the man offered, perhaps as another greeting or perhaps because he noticed that he startled you, “but… you see, I … was passing through when, I noticed something… familiar.” There was something odd about the way his words were spoken. It didn’t seem to be a stutter, at least in none of its usual varieties. It almost sounded like he was struggling to breathe with every word he said. Or, like it was difficult for him to even form the words in the first place.

“Familiar?” You question hesitantly.

“Y-es.” He replies expectantly.

“Do I… I mean- have we met?” You asked.

“No.” He responded. “Though that should not have… any bearing on the situation.”

You were starting to think this guy was more than just eccentric.

“So, we’ve never met, but you’re supposed to look familiar?”

“Not…look. It’s more of a …feeling.” Now the man looked confused. He seemed to think there was something that should have been obvious to notice, but you weren’t sensing anything.

“Perhaps… yes. I believe your… well, rather, you- have buried yourself. Though, I cannot say why.”

The man sat down the case in his hand, the handle falling down with a small thump. He then walked closer to you, raised his hands, and placed his thumbs on either side of your head to gently press onto your temples. You were still frozen where you were, though you almost felt curiosity rather than fear.

“Now- let us see what… exactly has you so forgetful.” He hummed more to himself rather than to you a split second before every thing went black in a snap like a light being switched off.

Things were suddenly zipping through your mind and past your darkened eyes faster than you could even hope to process them. Star rushing past, flashes bizarre landscapes wove their way between the spacial feeling of pressurizing weightlessness and the smell of char. Things that seemed so strange, so alien, and yet…

Just as quickly as you had blacked out, you suddenly found yourself back in the abandoned building, the man walking away from you and picking up his case once more.

“It seems like this… is a more, intensive, process than I originally thought. You seemed rather overwhelmed.” He looked back to you, his eyes that were once a striking blue now seemed to have a bight green glow from the irises, making them look almost teal. There was an endearment to his gaze, that you now seemed to understand; at least a bit more anyway. Something about him did seem familiar; it was a sense more so than a memory. Even though you did not know him, nor had you ever, it was like you had been looking for him for centuries.

“You appear to be having…difficulty, remembering. And, regrettably, I do not have any more time- to spare helping you at the moment.” Suddenly, a white light in the shape of doorway rose from the ground. “We shall be in touch again soon.”

And, and with that he walked through and the light closed.

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You managed to stumble your way back to your apartment, the first thing you did was flop down on the old mattress that you had. There were so many things rushing through your mind, but most of them were incomprehensible. You weren’t sure how long you lied there and pondered, but it was long enough that the sun had finished going down. The cool might breeze helped to calm you down and bring you out of you zoned out fog.

You sat up, not realizing until you were directly in across from the little window on the other side of the room that you had a cold sweat, the breeze cooling it further. Not doing much more to acknowledge it than the involuntary shiver that ran through your system, you walked over to look out at the night sky. Reaching over to the nearby desk, you took your little snow globe and started to fidget with it, stirring up the glitter in all different directions.

Holding up the little semi-sphere to the open window, the glitter blended with the starts and the little alien hovered among them all. Yet, it was still trapped by the yellowed glass.

You sighed, tired from everything, but still lazily swirling the snow globe.

"Did I have a past life or something?" You wondered aloud.

"I wouldn't say-"

You screamed at the voice that suddenly appeared behind you.

Whirling around you saw the man from before, the green flittering from his eyes and leaving only the blue once more. He ducked down quickly, and a moment later stood up with your tricket in hand; you must have dropped it when you were startled.

"My, apologies..." He offered before looking at the thing in his hand. A playful, almost unbelieving smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned the contents himself.

"Life is... full of- interesting allegories. Wouldn't you agree?" He mused as he handed the globe back to you.

You didn't have a response. That didn't seem to matter as he seemed to have more to say himself.

"As I was explaining: I wouldn't say that you- had a... past life- as much as I would say, you've had one with a... new beginning."

You felt like you should understand what he was saying; you wanted to understand what he was saying. But, it was odd to think you were anyone but who your immediate memories told you that you were- just an average person trying to live the best life that they could under the iron grip of the Combine...

Wait!

"The Civil Protection! If they heard me yell, then-"

"Do not worry. We are somewhere that... they cannot bother us."

It was then you noticed how still everything was. The wasn't a sound other than one that was familiar to the soft hum from the field of stars you saw earlier, and the breeze had stopped completely.

"Where? Where are we?" You questioned.

He made a face that seemed both amused and forlorn.

"You really have... forgotten- so much."

Before anything else could be said, it seemed like he realized something. No, it was like he was being told something in an unseen earpiece.

"It seems our current time together must come to an end. I must apologize for presuming your- continued visits. However, it has been...

It has been- welcoming, to have like company."

He straightened his shirt collar and then his jacket like he was embarrassed about something; perhaps what he had just said. Then he gained a smug grin.

"And, I cannot very well leave you... to your own devices after- introducing you to your true nature. Might be dangerous, hm?"

The light doorway immerged once more, and you new that meant he had to leave.

"You will come back?" You asked a bit more enthusiastically than you meant to. It seemed you also felt the connection he did, though you weren't even sure you knew what it was.

"Of course. Until we... meet again."

And with that he was gone, leaving you back to the real world, your thoughts, and the soft night breeze.

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