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toppersjeep · 25 days

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I’m Alright- Lando Norris X Reader

Summary: You are Landos wife and you went to watch the Vegas GP. Yours and Landos daughter is also with you. But you didn’t expect the crash to happen it leaves you to worry about everything.

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y/n norris posted on instagram!

y/nnorris✔️: as you can see lily is very excited to watch her daddy race today. and ofc it’s just lan being lan in the second picture- tagged landonorris

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danielricciardo✔️: Little Norris is in the paddock everyone !!

alexalbon✔️: she’s gotten so big what heck

mclaren✔️: little lily norris our personal favorite of the family 🧡

charlesleclerc✔️: LILY I MISS U

landonorris✔️: got my lucky charms today :) my favorite girls

netflix✔️: mamma norris is back everyone

maxverstappen1✔️: she’s adorable

ln4✔️: Miss Lily 🥰🫶🏻

lewishamilton✔️: what a cutie

landonorris✔️: my baby girl 🥺

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Your POV

“Daddy are you gonna win” Lily said. “I don’t know baby” Lando said picking lily up. “If you win can we get ice cream” she said I smiled. “With extra sprinkles” Lando said. “Yes.. because sprinkles are for winners” Lily said I laughed.

“We can get ice cream baby” I said. “Mommy with waffles” Lily said. “Waffles.. Lily” I asked. “Yeah like daddy’s favorite ones” Lily said. “I think I have some” Lando said looking around for his waffles. He then found his little bag of stroop waffles.

“Can I have one” she said. “Of course love” he said she took one out of the bag. He then set her down. “Mama here” she said giving me one. “Oh thank you baby” I said taking one. “Alright lily daddy’s gotta get in his race car” Lando said bending down to her. “Okay daddy good luck” she said he hugged her.

“I love you so very much” he said she kissed his cheek. “I love you too daddy” she said. “Alright baby let’s get our headsets” I said. “Excuse me Mommy you forgot about me” Lando said. I hugged him and kissed him. “I love you so much” I said.

“I love you more Y/N .. I’ll see you after the race” Lando said. We took our seats and looked at the monitors. Lily sat in my lap as we got ready to watch the race. Lily waved to Lando as he drove out of the garage. This was her second race she watched in person.

“You ready” I said. She pointed at the screen. “Daddy’s gonna win” she said I smiled. “I think so too” I said. “Lily are you excited” Zak asked. “Yes I like that car” she said pointing to the red Ferrari. “That’s uncle Charles” I said. “Cha” she said smiling. “Yes cha” I said.

We watched the race begin. Lando was moving up positions a little bit. He then came over the radio at one point.

“Hi lily baby I love you” Lando said over the radio. She smiled. “I love you” she said back. he laughed. We kept watching. But I saw Lando hit something and spin off. So I quickly covered Lily’s eyes. Zak tried to stand in front so she wouldn’t see.

“Lando are you okay” Dave said over the radio and he said nothing. I teared up. Please be okay. We need you. “Lando are you okay” Dave repeated. “.. ahh.. Yeah I’m .. okay” Lando said.

“Mommy what’s going on” Lily said. “Daddy spun off it’s okay” I said. “Daddy are you okay” Lily said. “I’m okay baby it’s alright” Lando said. We then waited for Lando to come back to the garage.

They wanted to get him checked out just to be safe. So he got up in the ambulance.

“Mommy is daddy okay” Lily said. “Yeah come on Lily” Lando said. We got into the ambulance and went to the hospital. Lando held her hand the whole way there. She was a little bit nervous.

Later on..

Lando got checked out and everything was okay. We waited in the room at the hospital. Lily had fallen asleep with her head on my lap.

“She didn’t see that right” Lando said. “No.. I covered her eyes” I said. “I was just worried about her and you” he said. “I was so worried too” I said. “It was scary even more so knowing she was watching” Lando said. “Yeah” I said softly as Lily snored. Lando chuckled.

“She snores like you” Lando said. “Oh I know she had a busy day” I said. “She’s so precious how’d we make such a cutie” Lando said. “I know I came believe she’ll be five soon” I said. “I kinda miss the baby phase” Lando said.

“Oh you do” I said. “Yeah I do now she’s a little independent” Lando said. “Well good news is we’ll have another baby in like nine months so” I said. “Really” Lando said smiling. “Mmmh” I said. “Come here” Lando said.

Lily then woke up.

“Daddy” Lily said waking up and going over to Lando. “Hi lovey” Lando said holding her. “Lily guess what” I said sitting on the bed with them. “What” Lily said. “You are gonna be a big sister” Lando said. “Really I am” she said smiling. “Yes you might get a sister or a brother” I said.

“Yay… I want a baby brother” Lily said. “You do” I said. “Yeah or sister” she said smiling. “Are you excited then” I asked. “Yes but where do babies come from” Lily said. Lando and I looked at each other. “Uhhh well mommy carries the baby in here” Lando said pointing to my stomach.

“Did she eat it” Lily said I laughed. “No no honey” I said. “Oh so it’s magic” Lily asked. “Yes it’s magic lily” Lando said. “That’s cool” Lily said hugging me. “Yes it is” I said. “I can’t wait” Lily said super excited. “Do you think mommy will have a boy or girl” Lando said.

“Ummmm.. I don’t know I hope a boy or a girl” Lily said. “We can decorate a room too what do you think” I said. “I wanna help” Lily said. “Of course you can mommy and daddy will need help” Lando said. “Okay” Lily said.

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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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I just got this crazy idea with Reader having a pet dog and cat and is always distracted or always talks about there Cat and Dog playing, resting, cuddling with Reader and Vox just being jealous at this point wanting some attention too 😂

What A Jelly TV

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Ah yes, the double edged sword- Vox is literally going to fight himself in this one since he himself is a pet owner. And yes, I'm mentioning Vark in this cuz about fucking time LMFAO- another slice of life chapter cuz I love writing these. That and we kind of get weird cuddles with the funny TV man, weird in the sense where it's literally a remote connection. Reader is kinda tired of Vox's shit but oh well HAHAHAHAH-

A/N: By the way, I just wanted to mention that timeline wise- this entire series happens AFTER Hazbin's Season 1. So I'll make references to certain things that happened but because I don't want to intermingle the story with canon lore too much- I made things happen after it all. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this installment- it was a little hard to write since I didn't have a prior vision to it but I think it turned out alright Hahahaha- and as always, Happy reading guys!

Vox would proudly admit he was a lot of things.

The king of the biggest technology empire in all of hell-

An oh so powerful overlord-

A conniving and esteemed businessman-

But this-

This was a new low.

Even for him.

Especially when the realization hit like a sack of bricks to the face.

Vox grew to like your presence in his daily routine-

Most of the time even bothering you out of boredom.

He found he liked your attention, not that he'd ever admit it.

He would rather die twice-

But when he figured out pretty soon that he had to share you-

That didn't really sit well.

"Dude, it's just a puppy. Stop being all pissy already-"

Vox just scoffed, you rolled your eyes at his antics.

You kind of expected it, remembering the incident you had with your initial desktop pet.

Glancing over to the open laptop screen nearby, the small digital Vox just waved at you.

Aha... yeah-

This was pretty expected.

"And they're not going to be here for much longer, just until [friend name] finishes moving into their new apartment."

It was only a little over a week ago when your friend called to ask for a favor.

You assured your overlord buddy that it wasn't anything you couldn't handle and Vox eventually just let it go.

Of course, that was until he found out what you had agreed to.

At the start, he didn't really mind.

Hell, he even showed you some pictures of Vark in return while you guys were talking about pets.

But as the days went on and you acted more and more affectionate towards your friend's pet-

It was starting to get under Vox's skin and not in a good way.

You'd coo and cuddle the little fur-ball so much that it was nearly all he saw whenever you guys were talking.

It also doesn't help that you would end up shifting the conversation towards [pet name] and how cute they were after a while.

Vox understood how it was like to fall in love with your pet, he had one of his own after all-

But he couldn't help the envy creeping in seeing the puppy just napping in your lap.

"It's been more than a week doll, just how much longer do you plan on keeping the puppy???"

You were shocked by the fact Vox had been counting days, you didn't really bother to take notice of it.

Not to mention he seemed a little... pouty even?

You just sighed.

"Look, I'll check with [friend name] how much longer they need. I give no promises. Why the heck are you so grumpy about it anyway? It's not like you're the one taking care of the puppy Vox."

The overlord buffered slightly, why was he...?

Honestly speaking, he didn't really know.

He didn't know why he was feeling the way he was.

Only what caused it.

The freaking puppy.

As Vox stared at the screen, he tried to find an excuse that won't make it seem like he got jealous of your freakin pet.

Well, it wasn't even technically yours.

But that isn't the point-

You just expectantly stared at up at the TV screen while the overlord opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

Your question was straightforward, no nonsense or beating around the bush-

And still he struggled with an answer?

Soon, a small yip from your lap snapped up your attention again.

You smiled down at the now awake pup and moved to pet it.

Okay that was fucking it-

Static white noise suddenly blared obnoxiously from the TV speakers and you had to cover your ears.

The poor frazzled puppy immediately jumped off your lap and ran off, leaving you and your digital companion alone.

"Ow?! The fuck was that for Vox?!"

He didn't respond to that, just nonchalantly looking off to the side like he didn't just try to destroy your eardrums.

You let out a frustrated sigh, what the hell was this guy's issue???

"Geez, what the hell is up with you today?!"

Vox cringed slightly at your harsh tone.

Okay, he might have gone overboard trying to scare the fur-ball away-

But he didn't think you'd be that upset with him.

Oh well, better to face the music than run.

"Well- maybe if you stopped only paying attention to that fucking fleabag then maybe I wouldn't have to scare it away!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Vox instantly regretted saying them.

It was fucking pathetic.

Your confused expression didn't really help either, he was not going to elaborate-

"You- were you jealous of the fucking dog???"

You couldn't stop the amused grin on your face when you finally understood what was going on.

Not that you would've even noticed anything anyway-

"I- No?! Fuck you!"

This time you couldn't help but laugh at Vox's expense, the TV starting to fizzle and glitch while he uselessly tried to get you to stop.

It was a little...

What was the right word for it?

Cute?

No-

Adorable??

Not really-

Flattering???

Eh, whatever-

Point was, you felt a little fuzzy because Vox wanted your attention.

Like, he didn't know how to ask for it but the fact he still wanted you to just stay and interact with him made you feel funny.

That reminds you-

"Ah! Wait, let me just get something- I wanna see if it works with you-"

"Works? With me?? Doll, what kind of experiment do you want to launch me into this time???"

"Nothing too crazy I promise! Heck, maybe you'll like this one!"

Vox heard your voice call from out of view, the fact you had to run to another room to get it slightly concerned him.

He couldn't tell what you had planned this time, every single other instance he thought you couldn't get any crazier and you just did.

But instead you just came running back with a... pillow?

"Dollface, I think you have plenty of pillows already. What's up with that?"

You smiled cheekily at your flatscreen companion, sitting down on the couch before you plugged in your phone to the pillow.

It was a gift your friend got you months ago that they mentioned would help you sleep better.

The fact humanity managed to put tech in a pillow of all things was still surprising but in this case not unwelcome.

Vox was already surprised that the thing had to be plugged in, but he buffered when an odd warm sensation immediately spread throughout his entire body.

"Wh- What the hell did you just do??"

Your smile soon turned into a grin as you gently hugged the smart pillow, gauging Vox's reactions on the screen as he went from shocked to utterly confused.

It was like he could sort of feel being pressed?

Similarly to how you were hugging the pillow, he could feel himself gently being squeezed.

"So...? Any good?"

"If this is how you're trying to awkwardly hug me then I guess?"

"Ayyyy! It works! Okay, if I give you some cuddles would you stop being pissy at [puppy name] then?"

You knew you won when the screen suddenly tinged pink and Vox just stumbled over his words.

You bit back a snicker as you got comfortable on the couch, shifting slightly to better hug the pillow.

"I'll take that as a yes."

And to no one's surprise, the tech overlord had no complaints.

#hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin vox #hazbin vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader #vox x you #get off my screen series

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vyglitchcraft · 1 year

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What about 141's reaction to the fact that the Reader suddenly finds himself alive after some of the missions?

It is very desirable to know the reaction of Roach my god I love him so much

Something romantic of course hehe

Of course! I hope i get this right, they assume the reader is dead after a mission and yeah, if i get this wrong feel free to request again

TF141 x masc!reader

Still Alive

Content: angst, romance, masculine pronouns for the reader.

Character: Gary Roach Sanderson, Kyle Gaz Garrick, Johnny Soap Mactavish, John Price, Simon Ghost Riley, Alex Keller

Roach

Oh poor boy...he swears to himself he saw your body dead on the ground. He left you there thinking it was too late to save you.

The days after the mission, everyone noticed how different Roach has become. That chill and cheerful kid now has become cold. There was even a resemblance to Ghost.

Sure he was a mute but he was explosive in temper.

He was never really friends with anyone, more like coworkers but after you died, everyone started to avoid him.

One day Sandman reported that he saw you, that you were actually alive. 141 quickly located you and rescued you, although unfortunately Roach wasn't there, he was still in the base.

You knocked on Roach's bedroom door. He heard your voice and immediately slamned the door open (he probably took it off its hinges)

Like a puppy, he threw himself at you.

He was stimming, clicking and biting his tongue. You two sat on the floor, Roach hugging you as tight as possible. He doesn't want to lose you again

"Miss me?"

"Yeah...just don't do that again..."

He cried on your shoulder and you couldn't help but cry as well.

It was good to be alive

Gaz

The mission was simple, just grab some files and get outta there but it ended up to be more complicated then you two expect.

A shot on the neck and radio cutting off was enough to convince everyone that you died.

What ended up happening was you being held captive for a while.

Without you, Gaz was a wreck.

The photo that you both took together at the amusement park, he couldn't stop looking at it. Heck all of your pictures, he simply starred blankly at them.

His attention was caught by his own mind. Replaying memories of you over and over again.

Almost catatonic.

And then you suddenly kicked the door into the base after you somehow escaped.

Gaz just stood there, too shocked to comprehend what even happened. His first instinct was to yell.

"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"I DON'T KNOW DON'T BLAME ME!"

He let out a big sigh and pulled you in for a hug, his hand on the back of your head and yours on his back.

You offered to take him on a date for compensation. He of course, agrees but he was adamant on paying for everything.

Soap

What happened to you was quite different than with the others.

An undercover mission that somehow ended with your kidnapping.

You weren't necessarily dead...but MIA and that does not help at all.

Soap grew obsessed with finding you. Every other work that he has are immediately ignored.

Although Ghost understands, he's a bit pissed about work stacking up because of him. After a few weeks with no sign of you, your status was changed to KIA

And then you popped up again

He tackled you to the ground and almost choked you in his hug.

He kissed you right in the middle of the room in front of everyone.

Letting this moment to linger, he told you everything that he did without you, how he felt, and how much he missed you

Should he blame you? Well you were kidnapped so no but he was still mad at you, it doesn't make sense and he knows it.

At the end of the day, you're back and that's all that matters

Price

He saw you die right in front of his own eyes.

Price was supposed to be watching over you through the coms but that was a horrible idea.

Shot in the chest multiple times, even your body cam picked it up.

Soon after that, connection went faulty, radio was busted, your phone was broken in half.

He yelled your name into the coms but it didn't reach you.

John grew obsessed with the video. He replayed it over and over and over again, catching every detail to see who your killer was.

His smoking problem got worse too, half a pack was gone in a day.

He questions himself, why couldn't he just move on? He's been in the military for almost 20 years, he has seen so many people die, why is this so difficult.

He drowned himself in work and caffeine, sleeping would cause nightmares, losing you again and again now in different but still horrible ways.

His aggression increased and even though he says he's fine, everyone can tell.

Now imagine his shock when he was sent to that same place again and saw you. Your chest bandaged up, apparently already killed your captor.

"Sargent? Is that you? I thought you were dead"

"I'm so so sorry captain, i really am but there-"

He cuts you off by placing a hand on your cheek, yup this is real and not caused by his sleep deprivation.

"Let's get out of here, you missed so many things"

Ghost

He was familiar with death, especially of loved ones.

You weren't special but it still hurts him.

Sure to everyone else, he seemed to be unaffected but after years and years of constant abuse and lost, he honestly just gotten used to hiding his emotions.

He kept saying to everyone to "move on, we can mourn later, we have a job to do" as if he isn't blaming himself for not saving you.

More silent, but not in the intimidating way but in a more sorrowful way. It felt uncomfortable being close to him.

He should've quit, imagine the shit he would avoid if you two just had a normal domestic life. He would go home and see you standing there waiting for him with a smile. He should've been more brave and just say it, ask if you love him back. He should've just proposed then and there.

Sandman suddenly reported back to him that you were somehow alive. The shock was very visible in his eyes.

You came running back to him, almost hugging him but you stopped yourself that is until Ghost did it instead. He almost broke down in tears.

He confessed to you with a simple "i love you" no one can hear it but you certainly did and you loved him back.

"I should punish you for causing this much trouble"

Alex

The way he copes is very similar to his father Price.

Excessive smoking, anger issues, and what people realise, he was in denial of your death.

He knows you're alive, he just knows it. If he can cheated death, he knows you can too.

Farah followed along in the search but after it happened over and over again, she started to get tired.

Not just because they found nothing of you but also she really wanted to hug Alex and make him realise that you're not with them anymore.

And when he finally come to terms with the fact, he was already spiraling down. Even Farah has thought about avoiding him from all of the excessive yelling.

He wants to disappear, just like you.

If he sees you again, he'll kill you for breaking him

And he did. You were found alive, not well, but alive.

He didn't kill you, he slapped you before grabbing your hand. This was all real. And then euphoria and relief sets in.

"I thought you were dead, we searched for you for months"

"Well doesn't that sound familiar, i didn't just pull this out of my ass"

"Guess i can't say shit...but you're stil in a lot of trouble"

You two laughed, it didn't matter that you were both in the middle of a battlefield. The world became a blur as he focused just on you.

Farah was happy, of course she way, you two were her best friends.

What turned from a lovers embrace now is three mates seeing eachother after a year

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rallentando1011 · 3 months

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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)

rise Donnie x gn reader

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Word Count: 4873

Content: movie night, fight scene, brief text messages (it was a doozy to write but still really fun!)

Chapter Artwork: Here

Waking up before noon was a chore.

Not necessarily because you stayed up late, also not because you forgot to set an alarm, but the combination of the two made last night’s sleep enticingly prisonlike.

You only awoke when your bedroom seemed suspiciously bright, your rest suspiciously long. Having work at noon and not wanting to miss it, you shot up in bed, frantically padding for your phone in its place beside you.

Checking the time revealed that it was a comfortable while away from when you had to be at work, not even eleven yet.

Checking your telephone also revealed numerous notifications filling up the screen.

Not that it was odd for you to wake up to a bunch of text messages, but yeah, it was.

When you opened your phone, you saw that the group chat that had been made at April’s birthday party was the culprit.

Shoot. You’d almost forgotten that it even existed. Outside of the pictures from April’s party and a few memes, not much had been sent.

That was, until last night, apparently.

You scrolled to the top of the new messages, getting to work on reading through the slew of them awaiting you.

Today 1:58 AM

Leo: so I recognize that we’re all busy people/yōkai/mutants/unspecified, but we’ve got some free time tonight if you guys would be game for a movie night?

Mikey: Yeah baby! I’m SO down!

Leo: …

Leo: we’re the ones inviting people over so this was more for everyone else, you know?

Mikey: oh. right. knew that.

Today 3:17 AM

April: I’m game! After like seven because your girl has work :))

Donnie: Aren’t you on your fifth job this week?

April: Isn’t your forehead on its fifth inch?

Raph: f

Leo: f

Mikey: f

Today 4:23 AM

Casey: HECK YEAH, I’LL BRING SNAKCS.

Casey: *SNAKCN.

Sunita: You can do it Cass

Casey: **SNACKS!!!

Sunita: It’s a yes from me btw

Casey: Your sarcasm is not appreciated, goopy one.

Casey: Junior is with me right now. I hope you find it suitable that I have invited him along.

Leo: wait, Jr’s not in here? lemme add him rq

Leo added an Unknown number

Maybe Junior: A movie night sounds great! I’m assuming we already have plans to get pizza? If not, I’ll gladly pick some up.

Mikey: You /know/ we’ve got pizza covered, baby! All you need to do is show up

Maybe Junior: Sounds great!

As you caught up on the conversation, you thought about your schedule for the day. Sure, you had work, but only until six, and you didn’t have anything the next day. Some social interaction sounded nice, even if all of the people you were hanging out with all seemed to stay up until ungodly hours.

Today 10:48 AM

You: gosh dang are all of you nocturnal?

You: also yes, I’m absolutely down for a movie night! where at?

April: Remember that one patisserie we ate at in SoHo? Just meet me outside of there and I’ll lead you the rest of the way ;)

You: bet

With that, you rolled yourself off your mattress, slapped on some jeans, a shirt, beanie, fanny pack, boots, snagged some breakfast for the road, and started off on your way to work.

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The day at work proved drudgerous.

Thankfully, nothing terrible happened, and you didn’t have many bad interactions with customers, but it was so painfully dull. It had been insipid, realistically, since April had left, but it provided a steady pay and got you by. Such is the life of a retail worker.

The boredom you experienced at work was quickly warped into excitement as your shift ended and your walk to meet with your best pal began.

After a brisk journey, you landed in front of the patisserie that you and April had visited only a few weeks prior. You scanned the area, grinning as your eyes landed on her leaning against the brick wall by the building’s entrance. No sooner than you noticed her, she did the same with you.

“Hey!” April waved you over.

“Hey!” you responded as you walked over to her, taking in the familiar area around you. Coffee shops, hot pot stops, standard commercial buildings and advertisements galore, but not many residences.

“Hey April, where do these pals of yours live anyways?” you asked, still surveilling the nearby edifices.

“Oh. About that…” she started, and you looked at her.

She seemed nervous, almost.

“It’s fine if they live a while away. I could use the exercise.”

She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth anxiously. So it wasn’t that.

“What is it?” you asked, the smile you had slowly draining from your face.

“It’s nothing bad, just- let me show you.”

April slipped around the corner and into a dim, adjacent alley while you trailed her like a confused sheep. When she stopped abruptly and looked at the ground, you came up beside her and followed her gaze.

You started rethinking everything that had brought you to this point as you both stared down a slightly ajar manhole.

“The sewers.”

“The sewers,” she confirmed grimly.

“No, you’ve got to be kidding right now. Wherever the hidden cameras-slash-film crew are, they can come out now…” You paused. You didn’t truly expect anyone or anything to happen, but it sure would’ve made you feel better if it did. However, after a moment filled with the distant sounds of cars and people, you met her eyes again. “We’re really going in there?”

“Yep.”

“Does it not smell like, I don’t know, sewage?”

April snorted. “Oh, no. There are measures put in place to spruce the lair up. We’re talking industrial-grade air fresheners. I helped Donnie put ‘em up years ago.”

“... So it did smell?”

“Man, just get in the sewers!”

With that impetus, you cautiously helped her kick the cover askew, then open, and tentatively placed yourself on the first rung of a ladder built in a wall. Before you continued your descent, you narrowed your eyes at your companion.

“If this is some kind of trick, I swear-”

This time April didn’t indulge you with words. One sight of her deadpan sent you carefully yet swiftly working your way down into the sewers.

Despite being underneath the ground, it was still bright enough to see in front of you, see the rungs methodically moving up as you went down. You attributed your ability to see to the light creeping in through the entrance above, so when April followed you down and worked the cover back in place, you were immediately plunged into darkness.

“Woah, it’s, uh, a bit dark down here,” you called, definitely not clinging desperately to the ladder.

“Oh, right! You’re not really used to this,” April laughed lightly.

“You could say that.”

“Here.” After a moment, a bright light shone from above you. April’s flashlight. In the now illuminated cement structure, you looked up to see her flash you a smile. You mustered up an uneasy one back at her and crept the rest of the way down.

You almost collapsed in relief at being back on solid, albeit sewer-water-dampened, ground. At least it didn’t smell like sewage, just like she had said.

April landed beside you swiftly, giving you a nudge before bounding down a tunnel. “Come on. It’s this way!”

You sighed before coming up beside her.

“Once again, I feel I just need to ask for legal purposes, this isn’t an elaborate hoax or scheme for my demise, right?”

“I promise! Look, just relax.This’ll be fun!”

“Alright.”

You two meandered through the tunnels in a comfortable silence, the only sound coming from the echoes of your steps and the constant drips of faraway water. With how many chambers you had moved through, you contemplated confirming that she knew the way, but the confidence with which she walked convinced you well enough.

Eventually, a light came into view at the end of the passageway, and you could faintly discern the sound of indistinguishable chatter.

“Right here,” April exulted, jogging up to the exit and stepping out into the light.

You tailed her. As you drank in the scene around you, it was drastically contrary to what you would expect of a sewer dwelling.

The room had the spaciousness and height of a gothic church, though the decor was certainly less ornate. In lieu of flying buttresses or stained glass, the architecture in the lair consisted of graffitied walls, string lights and drainage pipes, which presumably led to more rooms. For an underground home, it was very bright and comely. The most notable feature of the room, however, was the huge skate ramp in the center of the room, the deck almost reaching the ceiling.

“See? Not a slaughterhouse.” April grinned.

You playfully raised a brow. “The night’s still young.”

You took to surveying the ground floor for anyone else.

Off to the side of the grand atrium stood Raph, Casey, and some kid who you’d never seen before. You could only presume him to be that ‘Junior’ character from the group chat.

Well, maybe you weren’t giving him enough credit. He wasn’t a kid, per say, as his built physique and the stubble on his chin made evident, but his bright eyes and how exuberantly he spoke to Casey accentuated his youthful appearance.

“Hey y’all!” April called as you walked over to the three.

Raph and Casey both greeted you with enthusiastic grins, Casey additionally giving you a light slug on the arm.

The new one, however, had a much more interesting reaction. His eyes widened upon seeing you, but maybe he just wasn’t expecting to see a new person. Reasonable, you supposed.

You decided to put your best foot forward, offering a hand shake and your name.

After a moment of just staring at you blankly, he blinked himself back into the present and shook your hand firmly.

“Casey Jones. Nice to see- or, meet, you,” he smiled widely.

“So you’re Casey?” you looked Cassandra mischievously. “And you’re Casey? Are you two related or is that just a coincidence?”

All ongoing conversation stopped for all of them to exchange a look.

April cleared her throat. “Well, about that-”

They proceeded to tell you the craziest story you’d heard in your life. They detailed how when, a couple years back, the Krang invaded and ransacked the city, the kid before you had been portaled from the future by older versions of your current turtle friends. The icing on top of the cake? Casey, the new one, is Cassandra’s son.

“What in the back to the future- you’re from the future?! Dude, you are from the future. That’s the most- I don’t want to say ridiculous but- it’s the wildest thing I’ve ever heard. Did you know me? Ooh, am I cool? I hope I’m cool. Also, no pressure to answer anything, just know that this is literally the most excited I’ve been all day.”

“Yeah, I knew you,” he nodded exuberantly with a bittersweet gleam in his eye. “The coolest commander I ever knew, aside from Commander O’Neil.”

“Commander?! Man, that’s wicked! Sorry if bringing this stuff up is weird or sad.”

“It’s fine,” he reassured. “It is odd seeing you, but I’ve gotten used to it. And it’s sort of nice.”

You smiled warmly at him just as the others’ conversation caught your attention. Casey mentioned something about everyone already being in the projector room, then April brought something up about getting this movie night on the road. You couldn’t agree more.

“So, should we head over there?” you proposed.

“We’ll grab the snacks and meet up with you!” Raph flashed you a toothy grin before smirking at Casey. Original Casey, not Jr. “Race you to the kitchen!”

“You’re going down, reptile!”

The two bounded off. You, April, and other Casey stood stupefied.

“Us too, future boy!” April challenged before breaking into a sprint after Raph and Casey. Casey Jr. shook his head lightheartedly before racing after them.

Just as you thought you’d be left standing like a deer in headlights until they returned, two giggling figures emerged from the sewer tunnel you’d come through, one blue, one orange.

“Hey Mikey, Leo!” you waved

“What’s up?” Leo smiled.

“Not much- woah!” you exclaimed. Mikey had already ran up to you and was currently squeezing your ribs in a tight hug.

“Hi,” he said, grinning widely.

“Hello.” You patted his back once, twice, awkwardly. “I think everyone’s either grabbing snacks or already went to the projector room, wherever that is.”

“We’ll show you the way!” Mikey was practically bouncing. “We’re gonna watch that new JJ movie! It’s a sequel to Pluto Vacation Part 77, but a prequel to Part 4,” Mikey explained exuberantly as he all but dragged you toward the projector room.

“Arguably the worst JJ movie, but let’s not delve into that right now,” Leo muttered.

“JJ?” you slanted your head.

“Jupiter Jim!” Mikey clarified. He let out an audible gasp and stopped walking when he saw you were still confused. “You don’t know Jupiter Jim! Omigosh! Wha- How? I thought I knew you!” The box turtle shook your shoulders.

“Easy, Miguel,” Leo moved Mikey’s hands off of your arms. “It’s not their fault they’re uneducated.”

Your stupefied expression soured. “I was about to thank you for coming to my defense, but I think you just made it worse.”

“Shhh, it’s alright. Don’t you fret, we’ll get you fixed up in about 800 films, reboots, and comics. Onward!” The two brothers started back up on their way to the movie.

“What? How many?” you asked, exasperated. You did not have the time nor attention span for that.

Leo and Mikey continued walking with you tagging along. The red eared slider just shrugged. “Chill, we’re not getting through all of them tonight. We’ll marathon as many as we can, though. I think the one we’re starting on works well enough chronologically.”

“I’ll take your word on it.”

You entered the projector room. The only person who was currently there was Sunita, though you almost didn’t recognize her in her yōkai form at first. You’d only seen it one other time at April’s, and you had lost your mind when she turned into a sludgy green puddle of googlyschmootz. You’d thought that she’d spontaneously combusted, but nope. That was just her insanely cool true form.

She was seated on the ground, eagerly staring at the projection of the menu screen of the Jupiter Jim movie on the wall. Behind her sat an orange, worn out sofa, and to the right of it was a gray bean bag chair.

“Sunita!” Mikey exclaimed, ran up to her, and took a seat beside her while Leo covered himself with a blanket on the couch and scrolled on his phone. “How long have you been watching the menu screen?”

“An hour,” she said nonchalantly, still not daring to take her eye off of it. “The score is just so good! I physically cannot look away.”

You squinted. “But you don’t need to look to hear the- nevermind.” You settled down in front of the bean bag, using the chair as support for your back.

Once you were seated, the sound of footsteps fastly approaching signaled the arrival of more people.

Casey ran in first, bags of popcorn tucked under her arms, followed by April, with chips, Casey Jr., soda that certainly wouldn’t explode once it was opened, and finally Raph, arms full of candy. All of them were out of breath; you inferred they raced here like they had earlier. Casey boasting about her superior skills proved your hypothesis.

Raph muttered something about having the most to carry as he sulkily plopped down on the couch. Casey landed between him and Leo, still smiling victoriously.

Casey Jr. set down the ticking time bomb that was the carbonated beverages he had sprinted through the lair with on the ground beside him as he took a seat by Mikey.

April clicked a couple of finger guns your way and sat beside you. She also decided to use the bean bag chair to rest against.

You were about to propose starting the movie before you realized someone was missing.

“Wait, where’s Donnie?” you whispered to April.

“Probably in his lab. Push comes to shove, we send Mikey to sucker him out of his room.”

“Is the lab here?”

“Yep. Just on the other side of the lair.”

“I might be reconsidering my whole stance on the whole ‘living in the sewers’ thing.”

April laughed lightly.

Suddenly, you felt the bean bag you two were resting against gain another commuter, the action bouncing you both.

You tipped your head back, meeting eyes with a nonchalant Donatello resting behind you.

“Personally, I recommend it. Technically not tax evasion if the government can’t find you,” he shrugged.

“It also helps that they don’t know you exist,” April jabbed lightheartedly.

“For legal reasons, I’m gonna pretend I heard none of that,” you averted your gaze jokingly, slowly tipping your head back down.

You heard your companions snicker, then joined them in their laughter.

Soon, once Raph saw that everyone was present, he hit the buttons on the projector until the movie started playing.

While the movie opened up on, you guessed it, Pluto, snacks and drinks began to proliferate throughout the room and even eventually made their way to you three on the bean bag.

The movie was fairly obviously made on a low budget, as the shoddy camera direction and presence of a boom microphone for five minutes showed, but it was self aware about its campiness. Sure, the lore and character relationships were an absolute cluster, but it was still entertaining. Plus, the prosthetics used for the aliens looked phenomenal, and some scenes were genuinely eerie.

All in all, it was an enjoyable watch, made even more so by April’s occasional humorous comment and Donnie researching behind the scenes facts when something seemed intriguing to him.

As the credits rolled, you took a big stretch.

“That was a bit creepier than I thought a Jupiter Jim movie would be. Consider my timbers, shivered,” you admitted.

“I thought we reserved ‘shivering timbers’ for nautical excursions, same as ‘ahoy,’” Donnie commented. Man, he could really work sarcasm into any conversation. It was impressive, really.

“Hey, you can just drop it now, Don-Tron… That ship’s sailed.” Leo smirked.

“Wow. Boat puns. Stooping low today.” Donnie crossed his arms.

“Please, if we were stooping low, we’d bring up your internet history,” Mikey jumped in on the shenanigans. “But I’d much rudder keep this civil.”

“...”

“Continuing on,” Raph changed the subject. “I guess Pluto Vacation IV makes the most logical sense?”

Donnie and April cheered. Mikey and Leo groaned.

“Hey!” April exclaimed. “We agreed not to trash on each other’s favorites.” She then gestured to you. “Plus, they’ve never seen it, so we’re doing this. Got it?”

“Fine,” Leo and Mikey spoke unison, the former rolling his eyes as Raph placed in the DVD and started the film.

The film started, once again, with a killer score, just as Sunita had said. Maybe she had a point about not being able to peel your vision from the screen-

Suddenly, a horrendous beeping noise shrieked from right behind your head, causing you to snap your head around immediately.

“What is that horrible- oh wait that’s me.” Donnie tapped on the tech gauntlet on his forearm and made the alarm cease. At the same time, someone paused the movie.

“What was that?” you exclaimed, cautiously uncovering your ears.

“Hmm,” the turtle hummed. “Seems like we’ve got a 2100-47 in progress.”

Somewhere in the distance, you could hear crickets chirp.

“Oh, right, no one reads the manual. Art heist, going on right now, Hudson Street.”

You looked around the room, wondering what the heck any of that meant, but everyone else seemed determined, ready, like superheroes.

“Wait wait wait, what just happened? What was that look?” Silence met you. “Wait, you guys are trying to fight crime? Right now? Seriously?”

You looked to April, who only smirked in response.

“Dang you guys are not slash j right now,” you remarked, gaining a small laugh from the soft shell behind you. “Do I have to stay here or..?”

“I don’t think so,” April spoke up.

“There are plenty of us. What could happen?” Leo pitched in.

“Besides, in the future, you were always able to hold your own,” Casey Jr. beamed. Okay, if you had him backing you up, the guy who knew a future version of you, you couldn’t let him down.

“Alright. I’m ready. At the very least, I’ll be moral support,” you shrugged.

“That’s the spirit!” Casey shouted. “Now let’s go!”

Just like that, your peaceful movie night turned into all of you rushing through the main room of the lair, those with weapons and masks grabbing their respective tools, and climbing up to the surface.

Immediately, Raph, Casey, and Sunita began scaling the rooftops in the direction of Hudson. Leo used his blades to form an electric blue portal, leaving a tingling sensation in the air after he leapt through. Mikey took out a chained instrument and, after latching it to lampposts, swung through the night. The mechanical shell on Donnie’s back converted into a jet pack-adjacent piece of technology with a seat, allowing for him and April to whirl off in the direction of the fighting.

You stood still. You had nary a clue what to do or where to go or- just about anything, really.

You looked over at the only person still beside you and wondered how Casey Jr. planned to get over there.

He looked back at you brightly and stepped beside you.

“Hold on!” Before you could question why, the youth revealed a grappling hook-esque contraption on his wrist, tucked the other arm around you, aimed at a lamppost, and sent you two soaring through the air.

You instinctively clung to the poor lad, who was somehow managing his own and your weight. The wind lashed at your face harshly as you dipped and soared, swinging off of every suitable lamppost or rooftop you passed.

As soon as you started to feel ill, you two landed on solid ground in an alleyway. However, the dread from that was quickly replaced by what you saw there.

Numerous goons were there, some loading crates of presumably stolen items into a large vehicle. The others were already engaged in fighting off your friends.

Their faces seemed unnatural, borderline demonic, and the fact that all of the creatures had the same exact face did not make it any less uncanny.

The Caseys and April were steadily beating them down with hockey sticks and a baseball bat respectively. Raph and Sunita had seemed to head straight for the truck to salvage the stolen art. Donnie, Leo, and Mikey appeared to be pure agents of chaos, distracting and fighting goons with any means necessary.

“Standard goons. We’ve so got this.” Leo confidently utilized his blades, trapping one of the enemy in particular in a loop of falling infinitely to dizzy them. You weren’t so sure. There were a lot of them, and you were almost getting taken out by your own side.

“Heads up!”

You barely had time to duck out of the way of Mikey’s weapon, a ball attached to chains that were literally on fire, as it whipped just over your head.

“Heads down would be more appropriate!” you called.

You stumbled forward in an attempt to catch your balance. You were barely able to prevent yourself from falling, but you managed to stay upright. No sooner than you steadied yourself, a low hum emitted from the space right in front of you. The air vibrated tensely; it reminded you of how Leo’s portal felt earlier, but that turtle in particular was already busy behind you.

Just as everything clicked in your brain, another portal tore through the air in front of you. This one was colossal, filling up the entire alleyway in its amber glow.

Your breath quickened as you cumbersomely took one step back, then another. Your wide eyes remained transfixed on the gateway in front of you.

Out of the otherworldly portal emerged a ginormous spider, about as tall as the portal itself, four legs acting as legs, the others similar to arms. Well, as similar as spindly spider limbs can be to arms. The arachnid’s six glowing red eyes bore deeply into yours, her jagged teeth curled delightfully into a wicked grin.

Perspiration permeated every pore of your being. Every limb went stiff, each muscle rendered taut. You probably would have screamed if not for fear of bile rising up your throat instead.

“Big Mama…”

“Oh, what a delectable surprise!” Big Mama delighted, her uppity, whimsical tone in such stark contrast with her imposing demeanor. “So many turtle-y boos, and- oh, this is pos-a-bubbly splendiferous!”

Her eyes narrowed in on you, but she didn’t take any action. She simply surveyed you, then the damage her lackeys had taken so far, then what all had been recovered, before they fell back on you.

“Come now, my minions!” The spider ordered coolly, almost excitedly. “We have far more pertinent prerogatives.”

Obediently, immediately, the identical servants ceased their fighting with everyone and filed through the portal behind Big Mama.

With one last nefarious smirk, she disappeared just as she had emerged: in a flash of auburn light.

All of you stood tensely. No one so much as breathed as if an action as insignificant as that would somehow summon the gargantuan spider and her lackeys again.

“So…” Leo’s lighthearted timbre cut through the atmosphere, “who’s up for Part 79?”

“Leo, not the time!” Raph corrected, and the two started to squabble.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night,” you said shakily.

“You okay?” April placed a hand on your shoulder

“Yeah. I’m all good! Just had enough excitement,” you shrugged coolly out of her touch, hoping that you were concealing your panic better than you thought you were. “I’m right around the corner so I can just walk over-”

“I could walk with you.”

You paused, looked at who had said that. Donnie. You tilted your head at him, fairly certain that everyone else was just as perplexed.

He retracted about as much as he could into his shell at the attention. “For safety, of course. Because, you know, that was a really oddly timed exit and they could be waiting nearby and-”

“I get it, I get it,” you reassured, sparing him from digging a deeper grave. “I’ll gladly take the escort.” You turned to address the rest of the bunch. “Thank you very much for having me over, guys, it’s been real. A-A little too real, maybe, but fun either way. Goodnight, gang!”

You waved goodbyes and exited the alleyway, a purple-clad turtle in tow. You walked silently, still hardly processing what you had just witnessed. His presence was still pleasant, even if no words were exchanged.

Only when you were about a block away from your home did you speak. “So, do you guys experience stuff like that all the time or is the physical embodiment of arachnophobia a special occurrence?”

“Yeah, that was pretty much the usual, but Big Mama’s just about the worst of them. It used to be Baron Draxum, the warrior-alchemist-sheep man who made us, but he’s been rehabilitated.”

“Pardon? Your dad’s a sheep man?”

“No, my dad’s actually a rat. Draxum’s just my creator, father at best.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded along as if you grasped any of that. But if he was a turtle, then how would a rat or a sheep- oh, you were reading into it too much. It didn’t matter though, as you had already arrived in front of your complex. You walked up to the porch and turned toward him.

“Thanks for walking me back. I appreciate it.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it.”

You two paused. Were you supposed to walk away? Have more conversation?

After a moment of just looking at him, you gave him a small salute. “I’ll see you around, ‘Tello-”

“Wait!” he said before speaking more quietly. “I made a prototype of the technology I told you about at the library, if you want to come over and check it out sometime?”

“Oh, would I?” you beamed. “That sounds wonderful. I’m free tomorrow morning, if that works for you?”

“Y-Yeah, tomorrow’s great.” He smiled brightly back. “Great!”

“Does eleven sound good?”

“Eleven works.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He clicked his tongue, rocked back and forth on his heels.

“I’ll see you then.” You did finger guns, internally cursing yourself for it.

“I bid you adieu.”

“Right back at you. Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.” He finally made his way off the porch before shooting off into the sky with his battle shell, and you could finally head up to your place.

That was quite possibly the most awkward farewell you’d ever had. Very sweet, yes, but awkward nonetheless.

At the very least, you’d made it home in one piece. You couldn’t wait to see him- you meant, see his invention tomorrow.

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cas-kingdom · 11 months

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could u write about owen strand and his daughter both talking about the new baby in season 2?

The door didn’t creak as it opened but Owen felt the light from the hallway on his face. He lifted his head and saw the dark shape of his youngest shutting the door behind her before shuffling quickly over to the bed.

“Hey, Sunshine,” he said, “trouble sleeping?”

You didn’t offer much more than an “I’m sleeping with you” as you crawled down the middle of the bed and lay flat between your parents.

Owen nodded definitively. “You’re sleeping with me.” He turned his head to look at you. “Why? Did Mom change your mattress?”

“Shush!” Owen had whispered, but you put a finger to your lips all the same, prompting Owen to mirror you. “Don’t give her ideas.” You sighed and glanced at your mother not at all approvingly. “She took down my frame of New York and hung up a picture of some monkey she said she got T.K. when he was a baby. But Dad, I can feel it looking at me. It’s creepy as heck.”

“Oh, God,” Owen groaned. “How did she even find—” He raised himself slightly, ensuring Gwyneth was still asleep, then lay back down— “I took that down and hid it in a corner of the garage when T.K. turned one. She didn’t believe me when I said that was the reason the kid wouldn’t sleep at night.” He leaned over to whisper conspiratorially. “Blamed it on the decorators we had in to paint the room.”

You snorted a little loudly before covering your mouth. After a moment of silence and no movement from your right, you lowered your hand. “Mom’ll have decorators in next.”

Owen snorted this time, not bothering to cover it up. “She better not,” he said, “the colours in this house are perfect.”

“Everything’s perfect. Was perfect.”

Despite your dejected tone, a corner of Owen’s lips curved upwards slightly. He’d known, of course, that the cursed monkey, no matter how horrific it looked, couldn’t be the only reason for his grown daughter to come sneaking into her parents’ room in the middle of the night. You had sought out his company at night plenty before Gwyn had arrived, and he was sure you’d done the same with Gwyn, but there had always been a reason behind it. He didn’t usually have to pull it out of you, you were good at spilling your thoughts when you knew you needed to. You definitely didn’t take after him in that aspect.

Reaching over, Owen pinched your cheek. “Uh-ohhh,” he sing-songed, grinning when you pushed his hand away, “Y/N’s got something on her miiind.” He settled when you stared blankly at the ceiling and dropped his voice. “Talk to me.”

You took a moment, always did. Then: “Everything’s changing. Not just the creepy monkey. This is the first time I’ve ever seen you guys in the same bed together.”

Owen rose an eyebrow. He hadn’t thought about that. T.K. had been seven when he and Gwyn had divorced, so he’d known at least for a time what it was like to have married parents. You, meanwhile, had been both Owen and Gwyn’s divorce gift to the other. You’d been born and had grown up in two separate homes, both as busy as the other, never privy to the happy family life your friends always talked about. Seeing your parents in bed together was such a trivial thing he hadn’t thought twice about, but it made sense that for you it would be at the forefront of your mind.

“I would’ve thought you’d appreciate that,” he said.

“Oh, this—” You vaguely gestured to him and your mom— “I do. It’s really, really cool. But everything is just—it's—” Quietly exasperated, you tossed your arms in the air before bringing them down again on either side of you. “It’s just weird, Dad.”

“Change,” Owen said. “Yeah, you get that from me. Listen, Sunshine…” He turned on his side to face you, glad when you did the same. “Your feelings are perfectly valid. I’m not the greatest fan of change either, believe it or not, and I know it’s all coming really fast, what with the move and the baby…but it’s all gonna be worth it in the end, right?”

You sighed, toying with the end of the duvet. “Yeah.”

There was more, then. “Y/N Strand.” Owen lowered his voice and his head, brows raising to ensure you knew he wasn’t playing. “My bed, my rules. Spill.”

“But it’s really stupid!”

“I once got told half of what comes out of my mouth is stupid.“ He grasped your hand and squeezed it gently. "What is it? The baby?” Your face fell and he nodded once. “The baby.”

“That’s the biggest change.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I won’t be the baby anymore.”

Ah. He frowned on instinct but corrected it almost immediately. “Not literally, but—and don’t laugh—you’ll always be my baby.” That got a smile from you, and he counted it a massive victory. "Seriously now. Don’t worry about the baby, alright? Things’ll continue to be a bit weird for a couple weeks, and when the baby arrives it’ll be weird again, but things’ll settle eventually.” He kissed your nose. “And I know you’ll make the best big sister.”

Any response you might have given him, other than a wide smile that had Owen claiming the victorious of victories, was interrupted by a quiet and unexpected: "Hey.”

Owen lifted his head to stare across at the, once again, cracked open door. “T.K.?”

T.K. stood at the door. Owen was getting déjà vu. “Can I—" T.K. pressed his lips together in a thin line and walked further into the room, speaking quietly but loud enough for his dad to hear. “Mom switched my mattress and my back aches.”

You gasped and sat up. “She did not.”

“She did too. You got room in there or should I sleep on the couch?”

You shuffled as close to Owen as you could without him falling off the bed. Tucked into his side, his arms pulling you close to him, Owen patted the space between you and Gwyn.

“Hop in, son. Can’t say this’ll be more comfortable than a hard mattress but it’s feeling weirdly like the old makeshift fort days.”

Like brother, like sister, T.K. quietly clambered onto the bed and down the middle until he was neatly stuck between you and Gwyn. There was silence for a moment.

“All I’m saying is she better not have thrown my mattress away because that baby is being returned to me the moment I wake up else I’m moving in with Carlos.”

Gwyn stirred so suddenly at T.K.’s less-than-quiet outburst that the three of you jumped. As if it had been done countless times before, you acted deep in sleep almost immediately, you with your arm slung over your exaggeratedly-snoring dad’s chest, T.K. with his leg stuck in an odd angle and hands folded over his stomach like he was sitting prettily in a coffin.

"What the…” Gwyn muttered, shifting in her place. Then—"Aww. My babies"—before she promptly fell asleep again.

T.K. moved first, his laughter coming in faint bursts. "She’s like Freddie Krueger,” he whispered.

“Sexy Freddie Krueger.”

“Ew, Dad.” You slapped his shoulder.

“Alright, alright. Let’s sleep, if we can.” He reached across to pat T.K. before resting his hand on your head. “Night, kiddos.”

“Night, Dad.”

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

And if Owen fell out of the bed in the middle of the night…he definitely complained about it.

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chiiyuuvv · 8 months

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REALIZATION - YECHAN °

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You were asleep, fast asleep, your head placed onto yechans shoulder, with your arms wrapped around his. In normal situations, he would have laughed it off, taking a picture to tease you later.

But not now.

His cheeks redder than his hair as he froze, his heart pounding out of his chest as your soft snores echo the room.

What should he do? Should he wake you up? Should he leave you there? His mind was spinning, his stomach was twisting. It was too much.

His eyes lingered onto your sleeping figure, landing at your face as he watches you sleep. Was this creepy? He thought to himself, studying your features closely. You looked absolutely adorable, from your swollen cheeks to puffy lips. It was too much.

He shouldn't think of you like this. You were his best friend and there was no way you saw him the same way he saw you. Heck, you'd probably laugh at him or feel weirded out and your friendship would be ruined.

That's why he kept his feelings at bay, burying them deep inside him. But not now, it was too much.

His mind tried to convince his heart it was a bad idea, but his heart was too stubborn; his hand was already cupping your cheek. Your skin was soft, like mochi as a smile slowly forms on your face. He gasps. Could you feel the same?

He shakes his head, a little too hard as he accidentally shakes you, a small 'hm' leaving your lips. "Sorry.." he mutters, before grabbing your shoulder slowly, shaking it softly.

"Toot toot? Wake up, the movies over," he shakes you again, your eyes fluttering opening softly. You yawn, another hum leaving your lips as you stretch, your focus on the tv.

"Oh shoot.. did I fall asleep?" You wake up fully, the end credits rolling. "Yeah." He answers simply, his back resting again the couch as a hand runs through his hair.

"Sorry," you smile sheepishly, another yawn leaving your lips as yechan shakes his head. "Its nothing, the movie was boring anyway."

"Oh?" You respond, yechan humming in response as he glances at your direction. So cute. He smiles to himself, playing around with his fingers as he looks down.

Grrr, your stomach growls as you and yechan share a look, before bursting with laughter. "Are you hungry?" Yechan loud laugh echoes the room as you look down, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"I told you you should of ate something~" Yechan shakes his head before standing up, brushing off his pants before offering you his hand. "Come on toot toot."

Toot toot. It was a silly nickname and something he used to make fun of you. You hated it at first but soon grown fond of it, your heart skipping a beat.

You hand lands on his, the grip tightening as he helps you to your feet.

~~~~♡

"I have some left over fries and-"

"DINO NUGGIES!!" You shout, cutting him off as you hurriedly stuff one into your mouth. In normal situations, he would have laughed at you before following your actions.

But not now.

Nope, he was frozen again, his heart pounding again as he finds your messy figure.. cute.

Should he be saying that? He ponders, sitting down on a chair as his chin falls onto his hand.

His hyungs always teased the two of you, now to think about it, saying how cute of a couple you would be and how dumb you were for not noticing each others feelings. Was that true? Was he just blindly in love, so in love that he didnt notice your feelings?

"Yechan..?" Your voice rings in his ear, sending him out of his trance as he realizes what he was doing. He pulls his hand away from your cheek, wiping the ketchup on a napkin. "You.. had something right there.." he mumbles, looking down as his cheeks reddened.

"Oh.." you nod your head slowly as yechan glances at you, watching your cheeks turn to a light shade of pink. Did he have an effect on you? Like how he does for you?

The dining room was filled with a awkward silence, you both rethinking about what happened earlier. "So uh.." you trail off, biting into a fry as you try to break the silence.

You had started talking again but for yechans sake, he couldnt focus. No matter how hard he tried, he couldnt focus. He was too busy staring at you again. Your words sounded like soft whispers, whispers you could barely hear. He wanted to pay attention, to add to the conversation but he couldnt. You were too beautiful

He loved how your eyes sparkled as you talked, or how you always fidgeted with your fingers, or how-

"YECHAN!!" You shout, feeling a bit angry he was zoning out again. You throw a fry at him, watching the ketchup land on his face as the fry bounced off, landing on the floor.

"Did you just.. throw a fry at me?" Yechan gasps, a hand on his chest as you smirk, not saying anything.

After throwing another fry at him, yechan nods before suddenly shouting "FOOD FIGHT!!"

~~~~♡

"I dont get why your so mad toot toot, you started it," yechan says calmly, finishing cleaning himself off.

"You weren't listening!!" You frown angrily, wiping the remainder ketchup off your face. Yechan shrugs, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walks to his room.

"Yah!!" You shout, running after him. "Calm down I'm right here," he rolls his eyes playfully, sitting on the edge of his bed.

Your arms cross as you push him back against the bed, his giggles filling the room. "Y-yah yechan what are you doing?!" You shout as he pulls your arm, bring you onto the bed and pulling the blanket over the two of you.

"Where are you?" Yechan whispers as the room is suddenly pitch black. "Right here.." you whisper back, your hand finding his and squeezing it.

You feel yechan touching your hair, accidentally pulling it. "Ouch!"

"Looks like I've found your hair," yechan giggles, his hot breath fanning your ear. You heart skips a beat, in fact, many beats.

"Is this your face?" Yechan asks, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer. "Yeah.." you answer shyly, feeling his breath fan on yours.

"Oh." His fingers trace your nose, then your eyes as your breath hitches, your face getting red. "Your skin is so soft.." he mutters, kissing your forehead.

It was something he did often, something you paid no attention too, but you were definitely paying attention now. You could stop the smile that was forming on your face, a little giggle leaving your lips.

You can feels yechan smile on your forehead, his hands finding yours as he places little kisses on your face. "What are you doing?" You giggle, your smile getting bigger.

"Toot toot.." he whispers, you could feel him getting closer to your face. "Hm?" You hum, feeling your hand being lifted and placed on his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Do you.." his voice trailing off, shaking softly as you feel his head shake.

"What is it? You know you can tell me anything right?" Your voice laced with worry as you hands find his face, lifting it up at eye level.

"Its nothing.."

"No." You frown. "Tell me." You demand, your hand lightly stroking his cheek.

"You wouldnt like it.."

"How to you know that? If you can't tell me, then show me."

Your heart stops as you feel something on your lips. It was yechans lips. It was hesitant and nervous, but softer than a marshmallow, sweeter than candy, too good to be true.

His lips fit your perfectly, like they were meant to be there as he moves slowly, hands wrapping around your waist as he pulls you closer. Goosebumps swarm your body as your head tilts and you grab his neck, closing your eyes to savor the moment.

The kiss lasted a little longer than you hoped, breaking the kiss to catch your breaths. "Wow.." yechan whispers, pulling the blanket off of the two of you.

His face was as red as yours, if not redder as he looks down, a smile forming.

"Toot toot I.. I like you a lot.. a little too much really.." yechan grabs your hand, grinning softly as he looks at you, his eyes forming into hearts.

"Do you.. like me..?" He smiles nervously, scratching his head.

"No." You answer, making yechans eyes widen. "H-huh o-oh u-um I-"

"I love you."

A/n: wooo that was a long one. I can defo say the kissing scene was MUCH better than all my other ones (thank you pinterest)

And thank you @xikerstarr (insta, tumblr AND wattpad) for requesting. Kinda regret telling you I was writing 'yOuR bOyFrIeNd' and will defo not tell you anymore 😘😊 (stop pestering me)

#xikers #xikers fluff #xikers drabbles #xikers fanfic #xikers imagines #kpop #xikers fanfiction #xikers au #xikersau #spotify #xikers yechan #yechan xikers #yechan #lee yechan #Spotify #yechan x reader

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enha-cafe · 1 year

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Omg can you please elaborate on getting high with enhas legal line

Getting High With ENHYPEN Legal Line

heeseung

heeseung doesn't like to get high very often but he does he makes sure to have any and all snacks ready for whenever he gets the munchies. is definitely giggling at any and all things. found a picture of the two of you on your wall? he’s laughing. he went to the restroom real quick and just got back? he’s busting a lung. never a dull moment with a high heeseung.

“why did the chicken cross the road” “i don’t know hee tell me,” you say just smiling at him “TO GET TO THE OTHER SIDE HAHAHA” he busts out laughing “hee i don’t want to ruin your fun but i hope you realize that joke is actually a suicide joke” heeseung stops laughing “wait- that’s not funny at all y/n why would you let me make such a morbid joke about a chicken?” now it’s time for you to laugh “wait you genuinely didn’t know? oh my goodness now i feel bad heeseung” you pout “hey you know what would make it up to me” he quirks his brow “i have the leftovers that jay gave me in the kitchen you can have them” “YES THIS IS WHY YOU’RE MY SMOKING BUDDY,” heeseung says as he walks over to the kitchen only to trip over his own two feet “HA OH MY GOD YOU’RE HILARIOUS HEE” “Y/N THAT WASN’T FUNNY THAT JUST HURT”

jay

is such a nerd and will research everything before he even touches the blunt. makes food for the two of you beforehand because if he's going to be getting the munchies he wants to make sure he has food prepared beforehand. jay is also the type of person to play music when he gets high and just sits there and chills. most likely to supply their own weed.

“jay are you alive over there?“ you say while you’re staring at the wall “yeah i’m fine why?” “just making sure you’re more quiet than usual” he lets out a scoff “maybe because i’m relaxed and my brain is off” “okay sure i guess anyways where are the snacks I'm hungry" "y/n we go over this each time, they're in the fridge for you" "i knew there was a reason I invited you to smoke" you smile at him "i swear you're worse than any of the members when it comes to me making food for you" "yeah, yeah whatever get back to staring at your wall while listening to your music like the vegetable you are" you wave him off and he laughs "love you too"

jake

jake is the type of guy to want to try out all of the tricks while smoking and ends up coughing after his first puff. definitely begs you to try shotgunning with him just for the heck of it and it may or may not have turned him on a little bit. in addition to that jake is also the type of guy to get really clingy and want kisses whether you two are in a relationship or not.

“jake i already told you i’m not giving you a kiss because i know you’re going to want more than that,” you say to jake pouting and giving you nothing but puppy eyes. “c’mon just one kiss won’t hurt” he pleads “last time you said that you had to Venmo me the cash for a plan b,” you say after taking a quick puff “it’s not my fault you’re a really good kisser” he rolls his eyes "okay fine y/n i'll just sit here unloved and high" you giggle and decide to give him a small forehead kiss and sit on his lap "better?" "much, now can we at least do some shotgunning?" you swear you saw him with a wagging dog's tail "only if it'll shut you up and you promise not to get horny again" "scout's honor" "jake, you were never a scout"

sunghoon

sunghoon 100 percent knows how to roll and figures out how to do all the tricks quite easily but is unfortunately a lightweight. if you smoke with sunghoon make sure you know how to take care of another person while high because this lightweight is quite needy.

“sunghoon you never told me where you learned how to roll” “oh i learned from youtube it's also where i learned how to do this” you direct your attention to sunghoon only to see him blowing smoke rings "sunghoon be honest with me, how stressful was ice skating?" sunghoon lets out a laugh "y/n we've been over this you're the only one I've smoked with now come here and cuddle," he says that last part with a slight pout. making your way over to him on the bed he put his hands out to grab you and pull you onto his lap. "hoon you get so needy when you're high" you giggle while he nuzzles his nose into your neck "but you're so cozy and so nice to cuddle with, also I doubt any of the guys would let me do this" "okay mr. needy" you say taking the blunt out of his fingers and smoking the rest of it

sunoo

sunoo is probably the best one to smoke with because during his first time getting high he never coughed and all he ever wants to do is just cuddle and talk. he also seems like the kind of guy to take naps when high. he most likely gets prerolls when he buys because he doesn't know how to roll and refuses to ask for anyone to teach him how.

staring at the ceiling fan while on the bed with sunoo while high is one of your favorite pass times while high “y/n would you still love me if i was a worm?“ “sunoo i would still love you even if you were a worm.” you say between puffs “would you make me a little worm enclosure?“ “yes, and maybe i’d even get you some little worm friends so that you’re never lonely“ right as you say that sunoo takes his head off your chest and stares at you, “hell no! if you’re going to be taking care of other worms too you might as well kill me. i want to be the only worm you make a special enclosure for.“ this causes you to let out a giggle “so what would you do if i was a worm?“ he thinks for a second while taking a long hit “easy i’d get you one of those huge aquarium tanks and make you a lavish mansion and feed you only the finest of trash“ “nice. what if we were in a plane and there was only one parachute“ “y/n no” “y/n yes” “no it’s nap time” “but we haven’t even finished the blunt” you say with a pout “well then you finish it i’m taking a nap”

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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Okay, how about this? Steve and the Reader broke up but they are babysitters to the Party. The kids pick up something going on between them and don't realize it until they find a torn up picture in each of your wallets. You keep Steve's half while he keeps yours. So, the kids try to find out what happened and get you guys back together. Basically, the Party Parent Traps you. Bonus if you can include the older teens (in an AU where no one dies). Heck, throw in Murray for couples counselling!

This is going to be so chaotic I can just imagine it! I am definitely including Murray too I’m dead just imagining all this 🤣 (peep the reference to the scene with him and Jancy when he can’t remember Steve’s name)

Also I’m pretending nothing else has happened yet since Steve got pulled into the Upside Down and got stuck there with the other three. Like the other events haven’t happened/haven’t occurred yet, just for reference.

Code Red: Operation Love

Steve Harrington x Reader ft. The Party & Murray!

“Okay, why have you called us all here?” Eddie asked.

The room was packed with people.

Dustin was leading the meeting, the other younger teens sitting nearby him.

It was Mike who had called a Code Red to older sister Nancy, who gathered her boyfriend Jonathan, Robin and Eddie.

It was specifically instructed not to contact Steve or Y/N about this meeting.

“Yeah, you said it was a Code Red so I thought someone was dying or some shit,” Robin said.

“Imagine my disappointment when we arrived and everyone was okay,” Eddie quipped.

Nancy smacked his arm hard, leaving him wincing.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Yeah, we kinda figured it had to do with Steve and Y/N when you made it loud and clear not to invite them,” Jonathan said, giving his younger brother Will a pointed look.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you got the message,” Will said, holding his hands up in defense.

“We did,” Robin said wryly.

“ANYWAYS,” Dustin hollered over the chatter, “I called you because we have a problem.”

“A really big problem,” El nodded.

“And we need your help,” Mike said.

“So as you know,” Dustin began, “Steve met Y/N through us because they both are kinda our old babysitters although now friends.”

“Technically Y/N was the babysitter first,” Lucas added.

“Will you get to the point?” Eddie groaned.

“Okay, okay. Jeez. So demanding,” Dustin huffed.

“We think they broke up,” Max clarified.

Eyebrows raised, jaws dropped and interests were piqued.

“Shit. Really?” Eddie gasped.

“But why?” Nancy asked, just as confused.

“They were so cute together!” Robin frowned.

“Wait. How do you guys know this?” Jonathan asked, sitting forward, “What made you think they broke up?”

“Well, first, we thought they were in a fight,” Mike said.

“Because they were acting really weird,” Will added.

“Weird how?” Robin asked.

“They just seemed cold toward one another,” Max said.

“They would avoid each other too,” Dustin nodded, “Like if Steve was sitting next to someone on the couch and there was only one place left, Y/N would just stand.”

“They’ve never been like most annoyingly in love couples,” Lucas said, “Like they’re cute but they never would hang all over one another.”

“Yeah. They acted like normal, just…closer I guess?” El shrugged.

“I think what she means is that they were just really comfortable around each other,” Mike supplied and El nodded, confirming that’s what she meant.

“Now they’re like strangers,” Will frowned.

“Okay, I understand why that seems concerning,” Nancy said, “But maybe they’re just fighting? You don’t actually know that they broke up though.”

“We found this in Steve’s wallet,” Dustin said, holding up what looked to be like a Polaroid that had been torn in half.

“I can’t see that from here you butthead,” Eddie said, reaching out and grabbing it.

Only when he saw what it was did he gasp.

“Oh shit. Okay, I see what you mean.”

“What? Lemme see,” Robin said, snatching it from him.

It had clearly been a picture of both you and Steve. The jagged tear at the edge signified that it had been ripped down the middle. This half of the picture was of you, turned towards the tear in the photo, eyes bright and face caught in mid-laughter. You looked happy.

“Wait. You said you found this in Steve’s wallet?” Eddie asked.

“What were you doing in Steve’s wallet?” Nancy asked.

“Borrowing five dollars,” Dustin said plainly.

“Dumbass,” Lucas hit him upside the head, “That’s stealing not borrowing.”

“Not if I told him about it afterwards!” Dustin protested.

“Back to the matter at hand,” Max said, “We were wondering what happened to the other half.”

“The half with Steve in it?” Jonathan said.

The six younger kids nodded.

“We found this in Y/N’s wallet,” Will said, motioning to the other half of the picture that Max showed the others.

It was definitely the half of the same picture, the tears the biggest evidence. But also, Steve was looking towards the middle of the photo, where it had been split in two. The look of adoration and love in his gaze and smile was unmistakeable.

“What were you doing in Y/N’s wallet? “Borrowing” more money?” Robin smirked.

“No. This was pure detective work,” Dustin said seriously.

“So, clearly, something has happened,” Mike commented.

Eddie ran a hand over his jaw, looking over at the other three that had joined him on the couch.

“So how are we supposed to help?” he asked.

“We want to get them back together, but we’ll need your help,” Dustin said, seriously.

The four peered at each other before nodding.

“We can do that,” Nancy confirmed.

“What do you need us to do?” Robin asked.

“Well, first. We need to figure out what happened between them,” Max said.

“They won’t tell us,” El frowned.

“Believed me. We’ve tried,” Will huffed.

“They won’t say a word,” Lucas sighed.

Nancy and Jonathan exchanged wary, knowing glances, but it was Jonathan who spoke.

“We know just the person for that task.”

•

“You two are a cute couple,” the bearded man in front of you, smiled, clasping his hands in front of him.

“We’re not a couple,” you and Steve stammered hesitantly.

Steve cleared his through awkwardly.

“We uh, we actually broke up.”

“Semantics,” Murray said, waving his hand dismissively.

You were downright confused at why you were sitting here, with Steve with Murray Bauman in front of you two like some sort of love doctor.

Ah, shit. Was this some sort of intervention or counseling or something? Had the kids figured out that you two had broken up?

You and Steve hadn’t said anything in fear of upsetting them or disrupting the vibe with your petty drama.

But now, you were sitting in the Wheelers’ basement, in a chair across from Murray who was grinning at you both like a cat who’d swallowed a canary.

“So why did you break up if you’re both still crazy for one another?”

“Wha- Who said we were?” you protested, “Maybe things just fizzled out between us, you don’t know that.”

“Honey, I haven’t seen this amount of electricity between something since the last time I jump started my car,” he gave you a look.

You peered at Steve who was holding back a grin.

“So are we just in denial about this breakup or what?” Murray asked, leveling his gaze on both of you.

“No! I just-” you started.

“She’s the one who broke up with me,” Steve blurted.

You looked at him, jaw dropped.

Talk about being thrown under the bus.

“Ah. Did she now?”

Murray’s gaze was back on you.

“And why did you dump Scott?”

“Steve,” he corrected.

“Right, Steve. Why can’t I ever remember that?” he shook his head, “Anyways, why did we break up with Steve now?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you scolded, folding your arms.

“Ugh, you kids exhaust me,” he rolled his eyes.

“We’re 20,” Steve said flatly.

“Exactly. You’re kids. Okay,” he sat forward, looking at both of you, “You want my advice?”

You noticed he didn’t pause long enough to give either you the opportunity to protest.

“You,” he said looking at Steve, “Need to stop giving up on what you want just because you think you don’t deserve it.”

“What? I-”

“And you,” Murray continued, as if Steve hadn’t spoken, “Need to stop running away from things that scare you.”

“How,” you laughed disbelievingly, “What makes you think I do?”

“You’re easy to read,” he deadpanned, “You’re the type when things get scary, you retreat to safety, too afraid to lose what you love, have, whatever because it’s easier to be scared.”

Ouch. He’d hit right on the dot.

“It’s a curse to see so clearly,” he sighed.

“I’m not scared,” you huffed a laugh.

Steve looked as unconvinced as Murray did.

“I’m not!” you protested, though even to your ears it sounded defensive.

“Ah, now that is a lie,” Murray pointed to you before turning to Steve.

“So why did you let her dump you?” Murray asked.

“Because I can’t change her mind,” Steve shrugged helplessly.

“Bullshit. You’re just as scared as she is.”

“No! I- she- uh we-”

“That’s what I thought,” he smiled smugly, sitting back in the chair.

“Look, if I were you two, I’d cut the bullshit and just fix whatever happened between you. Then get the fuck back together. Cause you’re just wasting time with this charade.”

He stood, grabbing the glass of whiskey he’d had but not touched the entire time, heading for the stairs.

“By the way,” he called, “I’ve been advised by the band of delinquents to lock the door behind me until you’re back together. They say to holler when you’re done. I’ll bill you for my time.”

With that, Murray was gone and the door shut behind me.

“Some therapy session,” Steve mumbled.

You chuckled.

“More like a brutally honest therapist telling you how it is with absolutely no bullshit.”

“I’ll say,” he shook his head.

You were quiet for a moment, but you were the first to speak.

“He was right, Steve. I was scared. It was a huge reason why I ended it.”

He turned in his chair, facing you.

“Scared of what, honey?”

Your heart melted at the term of endearment.

“You remember how it happened after the watergate situation and you and the others being stuck in the Upside Down?”

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“I was terrified, Steve,” you whispered, “I’m here on this side, finding out you got pulled into the Upside Down, attacked by bat creatures and then stuck there? I was an absolute mess.”

His face is grim as he takes your hands in his, thumbs stroking the backs of your hands.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about what if something happened to you. Or what if you died. When you finally made it back, instead of being the relieved girlfriend I should’ve been and supportive and comforting, I decided to end it. I was too afraid to have to go through situations like that again. So I ran.”

“Y/N,” he swallowed, “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to go through that.”

“But shockingly Murray’s right,” you laughed through your tears.

You had no idea when they’d started, but there they were.

“I ran away and you didn’t fight me because you believe I don’t deserve this. But we’re both wrong. We can’t fight what we feel can we?”

“I guess not,” he smiled, “Especially when we have the entire crew trying to get us back together.”

You smiled, resting your forehead against his.

“Be mine again?” you asked him softly.

He leaned forward, lips pressing to yours gently.

“Sweetheart, I’ve always been yours.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 4 months

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(Molly and Andrea wait outside City Hall)

Molly: "Where are Ollie and Libby? We told them to meet us here for lunch 5 minutes ago."

Andrea: (Flipping through her phone) "No idea. Last I saw them, they were bent out of shape because everyone in the Mollycule blog said that they're so cute and soft and cuddly compared to a stunning goddess of charisma like me and a ghost fighting heroine like you."

Molly: "...What?"

Andrea: "Oh, come on, I don't think it'll be that big of a deal to them--" (Gets cut off by a faint engine running)

(Ollie suddenly pulls up in an electric scooter, plastic sunglasses and an old jacket he borrowed from his dad.)

Ollie: (With a lollipop in his mouth) "Hey, ladies."

Molly and Andrea: O_o "..." (Andrea snaps a picture)

Molly: "Ollie, heh heh, what the heck are you wearing?"

Ollie: "Oh, you know, just trying a new look." (tries to lean against his scooter like a badass)

Molly: "Look, Ollie, if this is about that blog--" (loud engine revs are heard)

(Suddenly, Libby pulls up in a genuine electric motorcycle that looks almost identical to a real one. She's wearing a leather jacket, actual shades and has a toothpick in her teeth)

Libby: "...S'up?"

Andrea: O///o (Snaps several pictures)

Molly: O///o "Sweeet baby corn, step on me."

Ollie: O///o "Yeah, she's got me beat."

We all know Libby would b able to pull off the look...tho' her nervous personality would ruin it but for a while she'd look cool.

#ask #the ghost and molly mcgee

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dilfiam-afton · 10 months

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Altschmerz

Squidnuudel!William Afton x Reader

^ reference picture at the bottom end of story!

William thought he had left the insecurity about his looks in the past..

Tw; mention of masturbation, non-sexual nudity

GENDER NEUTRAL

William had always put a lot of effort into his looks; hair well styled, body hair trimmed and shaved, fancy outfits, manicures, hell, this man even polishes his shoes! You, however had made the mistake of chalking all of his extensive self-care up to vanity or perhaps even arrogance. If only you knew how wrong you were.

You were once again watching your lover promptly standing in front of the big mirror in your shared masterbedroom, closely eyeing himself up and down. He scrunched his face upon looking at his body, slowly lifting his chin, revealing the scars on his neck. The pained look on his face turned into a charismatic smirk as he saw you in the reflection. Giggling, you approached the older man, holding him from behind, letting your head rest on his broad back. "What's wrong, princess? Is your under-eye concealer creasing again?" you joked before pressing a kiss to his back, earning an off-sounding sigh from William. For a mere second you peeked into the mirror from behind his back, and felt your heart sink as you realized he wasn't looking at himself endearingly but sorrowful.

The man chuckled deeply before replying "oh I wish." He brought a hand up to his face, tugging down on his cheek to temporarily rid himself of the wrinkles under his eye and now, more whispered than properly repeated "I wish."

And oh how it pained you to see him like that. "William?" "Yeah?" you now stood next to him, getting on your tippy-toes to cradle his face in your hands "I love you", pressing gentle kisses all over his aged face as your thumbs caressed his cheeks. "I love you so much.." you whispered to him over, and over and over again. William let out a little chuckle "sure don't hear this on the daily" he simply replied. Did it hurt your feelings? Yes, yes it did. But you knew your dearest wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. And yet you found yourself giggling once again as he leaned over to press a firm kiss to your nose. You cheered him up, if only temporarily.

~ Timeskip, 5 days later ~

William had just returned from work, and per usual he had hurried off to the bathroom for his daily after-work shower. You had found yourself rather needy for affection today so why not join him, you thought. Like the sneaky little thing you were, you quickly made your way to the bathroom as well, now standing in front of your large walk-in shower like god had made you.

For a rather long second you were debating now on if you ACTUALLY wanted to join your beloved, as you suspected he was...let's say enjoying himself. William was facing you with his back, head tilted downwards, one hand running up and down himself and letting out soft sighs every now and then. Eh, fuck it you stepped in, running a single finger up his spine. William turned around as quickly as ever but to your surprise it wasn't his erect member in his hands, no. It was a roll of belly-chub! Come to think of it, his eyes and nose looked red and puffy. Has he...been crying? Oh yes he definetely had. "What a lovely surprise." He quickly spoke, trying to hide his tears by tilting his head back under the shower head, letting water run down his face. "What's wrong?" the man sighed. "I'm just not who I used to be. Already grey at the roots, not a single hair spared. Heck, I even debated botox for my wrinkles!" he let out and awkward laugh "and as for the rest of me? I have gained quite some fluff, don't you think?" well, yea..he did. But you weren't gonna tell him that!

"Matter of fact I find you very attractive." "Nonsense." You felt helpless, what were you supposed to do?? "You'd be stunned if only you knew how many young women fawn over old men as long as they posess a little wealth." Being helpless now turned into absolute disbelief. "You can't seriously accuse me of using you for money." panick rising within you, afraid he'll leave you because of a false assumption he had made, deciding he'd rather die alone than with someone who only wants him for his money. "William I-" a sob escapting your throat, cutting you off. "Why would you ever think that?" "Why now Y/N we both know I'm not attractive, never was. And we're also both very well aware that I'm not of the best character either. Actually developing feelings for me is simply-" he paused for a brief second "very unlikely to say the least." and that's when it hit you- Your William wasn't some arrogant snob just trying to look as posh as possible, he was insecure! "That's not true! Please William, I do love you!" your voice was trembling. The older man let out a defeated sigh "I wish I could believe you my Darling. I really wish I could." he pulled you in for a hug. You immidiately started running one hand up and down his back whilst letting the other gently caress his happy-trail. You earned another sigh from William as he pressed his lips against your forehead. His voice now a faint whisper "I love you so much, Y/N. Please let it be true." You nodded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, practically forcing him into a kiss.

After your shower you both had gone to bed early, falling asleep snuggled up in eachothers arms.

Picture like promised!! The art belongs to @6simp_nuudel9 on instagram!

#fnaf x reader #william afton #william afton x reader #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #fnaf imagines #dilfiam afton #fnaf william afton #peepaw willy

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crypticjackal13 · 1 year

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ok ok so my idea is male reader x mk swk macaque and redson and the reader one day, randomly finds out he's a fox, like he does something like sneeze, or hit his head and then poof. critter. and everyone is freaking out and the reader is confused on whats going on until someone just bluntly says, mouth agap "your a fox" and now reader is freaking out with their partners freaking out. do what ever you want with this<3

This is cuteeee please enjoy!

"The Fox Says 'Oh No How Did We Get Here'"(635 w.c)

MK, SWK, Macaque, and Redson x Male!Fox?!Reader

Funny Romantic Oneshot

Pronouns: he him

CW: none I think

As y/n was cleaning up his home, excited for his partners to all show up for movie night at his place, he had a weird feeling in his gut. It wasn’t a painful feeling, but it was almost like dizziness. As he finished sweeping, he sneezed, and then the feeling was gone. He felt triumphant about it, but then he looked down at the ground and saw how much shorter he was. He had paws, a tail, and a snout he could see if he went cross eyed.

Oh no.

What was happening?!

“Y/n, my beloved! We have arrived! And with refreshments!” Redson called, entering through the front door. MK and the others were trailing behind, each with a bag that he could only assume was said refreshments.

“I wouldn’t call five bags of peach chips refreshing.” Macaque commented, looking over his shoulder at Wukong.

“Hey, it’s either this or popcorn kernels stuck in my fangs for days!”

“Do you not know about any other snacks??”

“What the heck? There’s a fox!” MK called out, pointing at y/n.

“Oh my gods, it ate y/n!” Wukong cried.

“No, idiot, use your gold vision.” Redson said.

“Oh my gods, THAT’S Y/N!”

Macaque approached y/n, head tilted and tail flitting in concern and curiosity.

“I don’t know what happened! I sneezed, and now I’m here! How do I change back?!” Y/n panicked. He could hear the pitch of his voice being much higher. Macaque picked him up and looked him over. MK and Wukong, although concerned like the others, were both clearly holding themselves back from gushing over how cute he was.

“Well, if you sneezed to change, maybe you need to sneeze again to undo it?” Redson suggested.

“But I don’t really need to sneeze anymore.”

“Here, how’s this?” Macaque took a hold of his own tail and brushed it back and forth under y/n’s nose. He sneezed, but he didn’t change back.

“Okay…so maybe we should consider other solutions?” MK chuckled.

“Like what? The most obvious one just proved not to work!” Y/n was still so utterly confused as to why this even happened.

“Calm down, sweetheart, we’ll figure it out! You’ve got,” Macaque stopped to do a head count. “Two very smart beings here to help!”

“But there’s five of us in total!” MK said.

“Make that three, since the kid finally learned to count.”

“HEY!”

“Either way, maybe it was something in the dust you were sweeping?” Redson interjected, kneeling down to the dustpan and looking at it.

“Like what?”

“Well, you’ve got three mystic monkeys and a demon here on an almost regular basis. Perhaps if we dropped any hair or fur, and you breathed it in…”

“Then it would change him?” MK finished. Redson nodded. Y/n hopped out of Macaque’s arms and onto his couch, trying to stand on his hind legs to be a more active party in the conversation.

“Well how do I get it out? I can’t be stuck like this forever!!”

“I mean, if you were, it wouldn’t be so bad! This is literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” Wukong cooed. He scratched behind y/n’s ears and giggled at how the fox started wagging his tail. Macaque grabbed a tissue and slapped Wukong’s hand away so he could move around.

“Here, try blowing your nose. If nothing else, we’ll make you sneeze again.” He said. Y/n followed his instructions and with one harsh blow into the tissue, there was a puff of smoke. Abracadabra, he was human again!

“Woohoo! I’m a big boy again!” He cheered.

“Aw, and we didn’t even get any pictures before…” MK pouted.

“Wait, yeah, y/n! Inhale it again, we need a picture!” Wukong unfortunately encouraged the boy, and thankfully Redson and Macaque distracted them with the snacks they had brought over for the original movie night plans.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 6 months

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I enjoy Ted and Bob cuz you are not afraid to let us hate them. Heck, you originally introduced them both to be hated by us in-mass! I've commented before how Lives AU gave us more facets to Dadler, after you gave us so many reasons to hate him and then go "but look at this pathetic we mew mew" about him. And Bob gets it in the main Lofi fic too (less pathetic mew mew and more like "oh hey, guess he's not ENTIRELY ass)

Adding the layer you created these characters to be hated.. but they are not truly villains, just antagonists for certain parts of a story. Then show us their humanity. You allow them to show good sides too while not claiming it washes them free of sin.

LAYERS!

LAYERS EXACTLY!

Like... The thing was that Ted was originally created to be like "the main creator one-off guy that was a fucking asshole and dies to progress the story"

Like back near the start, I didn't even really have a name for him, and it shows.

Just by Ted saying vague shit like "you don't need to know my name" when it's really a basic ass name (which is funny to me)

But as I kept building him as such an intricate part of Sun and Moon's trauma and backstory.

I saw a lot of me in him. Especially during my "Dead inside" years of Retail work (especially when I worked two jobs on like two hours of sleep a night for around three years) .

And I kinda adopted him. Because in a way, he was a part of me that needed a lot of healing I wish I had at that time.

Sure, you can take his story in Lofi at face value and not really bother to read the Lives AU if you don't want and just say,

"oh he's a fucking stereotypical asshole dad to fill a role who got what was coming to him"

And yeah, that is true, but at the same time, they are robots, and Ted was very sleep deprived, and I doubt he thought a lot of things through, as shown in later flashbacks, when he seems genuniely shocked when Sun told him that "umm hey, our pain receptors were on?" "OH SHIT. My bad" "wait? you weren't torturing us on purpose? But you acted like you were?" "oh that was probably the demon drug rabbit don't worry about it." "oh okay............THE WHAT?"

There's a lot of Lofi and Twins only readers who hate Ted, and I won't take that away from them if they don't want to read an au where asshole ocs go to therapy. Lol

I really am enjoying writing the chapter of Lofi right now. We'll get a lot of "Bob antagonist" moments, and you can actually see what cause Sun and Moon to HATE Bob so much, instead of being told it by Protag and the Boys in Twins.

Bob will be at his worst, And I slightly worry that everyone will just see that and throw him in the fire cause he's "Mean to the Sun and Moon blorbos" lool

But honestly, I feel Sun and Moon befriending Bob at all in Twins shows expentiual growth on his part, and if you read Twins. you'll be able to see the contrast of how Bob was like five years ago, compared to how he is when Protag enters the picture.

God, I'm just so excited for everyone to hate Bob all over again.

I hope everyone recovers and still likes him by the end of all this.

In Lofi, Bob will be the biggest fattest PILL you have ever took.

#fnaf #fnaf fanfiction #danachan's replies #danachan's asks #danachan's ocs #lofi capture fic #twins fic

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what is loves ? (nines x gn! reader part2)

Okay so in this story Connor and Gavin are a couple :3

L/n : last name

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Nines pov :

As I sent the message to Connor, I waited a bit before getting a response

C : what do you mean?

N : it's for the case, maybe it was something love related so I need to gather more information, detective l/n left so I can't ask them.

It was half true actually, but Connor didn't needed to know what happened with his software earlier.

C : can't you research it?

N : I did but the definition is incomplete and doesn't help, why would humans have butterflies in the stomach? Can androids get them too?

C : it's an analogy - anyway, in some cases, love can make an another person do crazy things like kidnapping their lover so they can only see them, killing an "opponent" to keep them or even killing the loved one if they can't have them, do you understand?

N : yes I think so.. It's unpredictable like deviants right? But why people like love so much if it hurts?

C : well.. Nothing is all black or white in a relationship, it's more Grey, and sometimes it gets darker or lighter, for example, when hank found out I was dating Gavin, he got absolutely crazy and pursued him in all of the office, hank and I have a "father and son" relationship, he thought he meant well but ended up hurting my feelings, so he apologized and accepted Gavin, well sort off.

N : I think I understand better now, thank you

C : no problem, good night

Many days passed since this night but the "feelings" Nines was experiencing, we're getting bigger and bigger every time something happens between both of you. Even if it was something very little. On the good way, you all almost got the case clear, you all just needed to go to the suspects house and interrogate them, easy right?

Nines knocked on the door, Connor was on his left while you and Gavin were behind them, hank being at the station for something else and would come later.

"anybody home!?" screamed the Rk900, at first nothing, but you all heard shuffling inside, Gavin drew his pistol out and so did you, the androids broke the door and you all started to search the house after your suspect.

You got downstairs when Gavin searched at the kitchen, nines got into the rooms and Connor made sure the suspect couldn't get away, there was a 50/50 chance that the suspect would be armed, but oh nines was wrong to let you go down there alone. The three of them heard a loud scream and shuffling coming from the basement, the upgraded android was faster to get down and reach to you, there was no much light but with his advanced optics, he could see many pictures on a board, some crossed with a red X or a big circle also in red, all of them being android-human couples. The next one was a picture of you and him, going out in the park and talking about some personal stuff, when did that happened? Why didn't he noticed him take a picture?

But that wasn't the more alarming thing, he had you under his gun, yours being far away behind, he scanned you and saw you had a broken arm, due to fighting against this monster. His fists clenched and he lowly cursed.

"STAY WHERE YOU ARE OR I'LL SHOOT THEM!"

Nines searched all the possibilities, you had a chance of survival of 20%, he had to save you. He couldn't lose you.

He contacted Connor to tell him to stay upstairs and call backups, as much as he despised this man, he tried to talk with him to gain more time.

"why do you do this, killing these couples?"

"IT'S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUISNESS GOD DAMN MACHINE!"

Chance of survival : 10% ⬇️

"we aren't even a couple, juste coworkers, if you hate so much androids I'm the one you should kill not them."

"Nines no-"

Chance of survival 30% ⬆️

"yeah you are right, androids always fucks up everything! I had a wife, and kids! This bitch cheated on me with him! Heck even my kids doesn't speak to me anymore saying he is a better dad than I am!"

"I-I understand your hatred towards us but why do you kill the humans too? Don't you want to protect your own r-race?" you managed to say, even if it was hard to breathe with his arm around your throat.

"I-I guess I wanted to get rid of the people who thought they were alive, so no one would think like them anymore and see they were only machines.. Only big ass roombas doing the chores!"

Chance of surviving 50% ⬆️

you started to cry, having the man's arm under your throat and all the stress was making you crazy, you looked at nines with pleading eyes.

"i'll take their place as the hostage, let them go"

the man grinned and looked at nines

" oh no they are more valuable than you, you can get easily replaced right ? they can't"

that's when a sound was heard behind the man's head, a pistol where you take the safety off, there was hank, he appeard through the big window in the basement and stood behind the threat.

"hands where i can see them, no sudden moves"

hank got upstairs with him so the other officers could take care of him. you dropped on your knees, crying, the rk900 came closer and stroked your cheeks, taking the tears away.

" are you alright ? no other injuries ?"

"no i'm okay..thank you nines, you saved me.."

the android's LED spinned yellow and red at your words, why did you thanked him, it's hank who saved you after all.

"i didn't do anything i-"

"no that's not true, you are the one who runned when i screamed, who gained more time and contacted the others, if you weren't there, i would either be dead or a threat to the others, so thank you for that"

you took his hands in yours, he then did the thing you didn't know he could do, he hugged you, tightly but not too tight to cause any discomfort to your broken arm. tears of joy started to make their way on your cheeks and you hugged back.

"why did you wanted to sacrifice yourself nines ? i want to know.." you looked at him in concern

"because..you are the most amazing human i know, i can't take it when you are hurt, and i can be easily replaced after all"

"no don't say that i..i don't want an another rk900 sent here i...i just want you"

you stroked his cheek and started to get closer, nines came closer and kissed you on the lips tenderly. you separated and connected your foreheads together.

"you broke protocol didn't you ?"

"yes, only for you"

that's when the basement opened to a worried connor who smiled when he saw both of you in each others arms, the funny part was when gavin poked his head to see what was going on and screamed at the top of his lungs :

"ARE YOU GUYS GONNA COMME OUTTA HERE OR FUCK ALREADY !?"

you both laughed as you got upstairs, nines putted you in the ambulance and waved as you got away to get taken care of, he turned to a smiling connor holding his boyfriend hand, who was muttering god knows what and was red as a tomato.

"i wish you to be happy nines"

both of the rk units smiled and the predecessor got in a car to go back to the dpd, making reports with his partner, the rk900 looked at his hands then at the sky, smiling

many adventures awaits both of you, hopefully for the best

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An Entirely New Kind of Lost (OTGW x BTTF)

Chapter One: The Photograph

For @incomingalbatross :)

~~*~~

Marty gasped, clutching at his chest, and swayed. Memories wavered in his mind—his own hand, vanishing before his very eyes; his heartbeat, fading into silence; the world around him, turning to mist, as the tick of time flatlined.

But his heart at least was beating now. In fact, it was what had startled him so when his eyes flew open. The pounding of it, as sharp in his chest as if it had never been there before. As if it didn't belong there.

Still, a pulse was a good sign. So was solid fingers, which (he doublechecked) he also had. His breathing was the only thing still a little unsteady.

A dream, he told himself, rubbing sleep and nightmare from his eye. Yeah. Yeah, that’s all it is. The whole thing was just…

His bleary vision cleared. And the truth shocked theory from his thoughts.

He wasn’t in his room in 1985. He wasn’t at Doc’s. He wasn’t in his grandparents’ house in 1955. He wasn’t even lying down. No, Marty was standing upright, dressed in this old zoot suit, in the middle of a dark wood. And he had no idea where he was.

“Doc?”

His voice sounded feeble, dwarfed in the midst of these huge, silent trees.

“Da—” He cleared his throat. “Uh, G-George? George, you here? Lorraine?”

The only reply was a distant echo. Of what, he didn’t know.

Marty shook his head, putting a hand to its side. How’d he get here? What, did Biff and his cronies knock him out, drag him into the middle of nowhere? But it didn’t make sense! It was only a minute ago he was at the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance! In fact, he was just playing the guitar, up on the stage, watching his parents as they…

As they…

“No.”

He fumbled around inside his jacket. He searched every pocket, in it or his pants. Then he searched for more pockets. His hunt came up more and more empty. His hands grew more and more frantic.

Marty’s eyes happened to glance up. And there it was. Lying on the ground, face down by the roots of a tree. He must have dropped it.

Plunging to his knees, he snatched the familiar photograph from amidst the leaves. He brushed off the specks of dirt that had dared soil it. Then, holding his breath, Marty turned it over.

It was empty.

The only thing in the picture was the little well at his aunt’s house.

No Dave. No Linda.

No him.

“No.” He folded and unfolded it. “Oh, no.” His out-of-place pulse almost stopped. “No, no, no, please, God, not—”

His voice cracked. Giving up words, he turned over, his back against damp dirt and damp tree, and buried his head in his hands. He felt the photo film against his forehead. He didn’t care.

George and Lorraine had walked away from each other. He saw it. It was the last thing he’d seen before everything faded. All his plans to get them back together, George decking Biff, him playing at the dance, all of it failed. He failed. And now, because of him, his family never came to be.

If any nightmare could’ve been worse than what happened at the mall that night, it was this.

“The Doc was right,” he murmured, voice close to failing too as his hands dropped. “I screwed up, I busted the timeline, and… now we’re all gone. My brother, my sister, me, we’re all…” His head thumped back against the tree trunk. “Geez, we’re not even dead, are we? We’re just…”

Marty opened his eyes.

Lifted his head.

Glanced around.

“Where am I?”

Uncertain, he pulled himself up. He had to brush off a vine or two first (he must’ve sat right down in a bunch of them), but he scrambled to his feet, peering at the landscape surrounding him. And… it didn’t make sense.

“Doesn’t look like Heaven or Hell,” he muttered, running through every description he’d heard, on every Sunday morning of his life. Then, a question asked itself. “Where do people go if they never existed?”

A noise, making him jolt. That didn’t sound like something that existed either. Heck, was it even human? Or would that be worse?

Heart thumping, Marty darted his glance round. No one in sight. No thing either—the noise wasn’t nearly far enough away, but it wasn’t close either. He was… safe? Or not in direct danger, at least.

But he didn’t feel safe. The trees were dark and thick about him. The faint wind tasted like no autumn he’d ever known. This place, wherever it was, didn’t look or sound or feel like anything even close to his hometown.

Everything was strange, and nothing was familiar.

“Okay,” he groaned, running a hand through his hair, “no family, no Hill Valley, no Doc. Totally new.”

A hesitance.

“What now?”

The woods didn’t answer.

Marty sighed sharply and started pacing, marching clockwise. It wasn’t right. It was even less right than spending a whole week in the wrong year. Sure, he’d gotten stranded in the past. Sure, he’d been punched by Biff and given weird looks by everybody else in town. Sure, he’d met his parents and messed up everything for them (and everybody else in his family). But at least he’d known…

His pace slowed like a clock winding down.

At least he’d known.

At least they’d been his town, his parents. At least something had belonged.

His feet almost clicked to a stop.

Now his heartbeat didn’t even belong in his chest.

“What kind of lost is this?” Marty murmured, shaking his head hopelessly. The knots in his throat refused to let him answer.

Blinking back grief, he stared at the photograph. His mind filled it with memories, the ghosts of everything lost to him. They chilled like winter down his collar. They drifted like mist in his eyes. There. Gone, forever. Ghosts.

And suddenly, one ghost came close enough to touch.

“If you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.”

Marty’s eyes widened before he even realized he’d said the words aloud. He froze. Then, a breath slipped out, almost smiling as it escaped.

The Doc had told him that. Doc told him. And, heck, Marty said it to George, too. To his dad.

Doc. Dad.

The names made his heart rise.

“I think this qualifies as anything.”

Fists clenched, Marty took off in what seemed the best direction, with stumbling steps and blind hope. What exactly he was doing, even he didn’t know. But he would do it. Or at least, now he could believe he could.

The photograph never left his hand.

~~*~~

Inspired by this post (and its reblog as well):

Not sure when I'll continue, or directly how, but I hope you liked it, my friend!

#writing #my fanfiction #over the garden wall #back to the future #marty mcfly #An Entirely New Kind of Lost #written gifts #@incomingalbatross

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