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roses-for-rosalyn · 8 months

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Hey sweetheart, I have this idea about cop!Ellie and cop!reader I've never shared bc I'm so shy to ask, but if you are open to write about it here it is.(sorry if something doesn't make sense inglish is not my first lenguage)

Well Ellie and reader are work partners and they don't really like each other because Ellie is kinda mean?(she is the director btw) but there's a tension between them anyways. So they have a night shift together and on the way in the car the reader begins to flirt, like touching ellie's thigh, and she stops in a field and fucks the reader brains out<33

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This took forever but I hope I did your idea justice!

a/n: sorry I haven’t written anything in so long, life is crazy

Ellie x reader

Wc: 3k (roughly)

Minors dni 🔞 (I will jump through your screen and poke you in the eyes I stg)

CWs: police officer! Ellie and reader, play girl Ellie, fem reader, cop stuff idk, enemies to lovers (ish?), thigh riding, overstim, oral (r! receiving), fingering (r! receiving), multiple orgasms

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As a small town cop things rarely became dangerous, so on the rare occasion things did go awry no one was really prepared. You got a call about a car speeding through town at about 90 miles an hour. It quickly becomes a chase with Williams at the wheel. Before she even starts catching up to the car you both begin bickering on what roads to take to catch up and who can read the license plate better. The world becomes a blur as the car picks up speed, the roaring of the engine and the sound of the sirens make it hard to hear anything.

You attempt to shout over the noise, “Williams we might be able to catch them if we take-”

“Shutthefuckup I know what I’m doing!” She yells back even louder, more irritated because you dared tell her what to do. She didn’t even let you finish and she missed the turn that would have taken you ahead of the car to block their path.

“Williams we’re gonna lose ‘em.” You couldn’t convince her, you’re not sure anyone could have. The car takes a sudden turn and she misses it, she quickly reverses and turns down the dirt road only for the car to disappear from sight. She tries to make a few turns but it’s useless, these roads went in every direction with thick woods surrounding them. Even townies got lost in there.

She slows the car down eventually coming to a stop in the middle of the road and quietly mutters “Fuck.” under her breath.

“Maybe you should have listened to the directional advice from someone who was fucking born here instead of trying to do everything yourself.” You can’t help but notice you scolded her like a primary school teacher, but she makes it so hard when she acts like this.

“Please I don’t need a fucking ‘I told you so’ talk right now.” She huffs.

“I hope you know this is completely your fault, I can’t fucking believe-”

“I swear to god if you keep talking I’m going to kick you out of this goddamn car.” She turns and looks at you straight in the eye, challenging you. Her tone is eerily calm. You narrow your gaze but say nothing, turning to look straight ahead. And with that she drives you both back to the station, defeated with only half of the criminal's license plate.

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Patrol partners are supposed to be friends- Or at least friend-ly. That’s what anyone would assume, you have to spend every day together, not getting along would just result in various inconvenient miscommunications and misunderstandings.

Yeah, well you weren’t that lucky. Your patrol partner is Ellie Williams aka “Williams” according to her various male coworkers. Her female coworkers tended to lean more towards nicknames like “whore” or “slut” considering she hooked up with a couple of them and then acted like she barely knew them at work the next day and did it all over again. She had to start finding hookups outside the station last month because all her go-tos had refused her unless she wanted something serious. On top of that the few that she got with turned the rest of the girls against her, all she had left was you and all the guys at the station- and you didn’t really count since you were forced to be with her. This meant recently she was particularly irritable considering she couldn’t find a lot- if any- women to relieve any of her tension, so patrolling with her for the past 30 days has been hell.

On a more positive note it made gossiping with your coworkers over coffee the best part of your day. They would talk about their hookups which would inevitably lead back to shit talking Williams- which you would enthusiastically participate in considering how she treated you on the job. However they all agreed that they tolerated it for as long as they did because the sex was good. And you believed them because they had to put up with some crazy bullshit from her. A tiny part of you yearned for them to explain just how good it was, but you’d never ever give in to that curiosity.

Williams- on the rare occasion she would say anything- was mean, she would make snide comments all the time no matter what task you were taking on. She had some sort of superiority complex because she was- admittedly- very good at her job. She had transferred from some big city to your small town station and she had much more experience. She was incredibly skilled at taking people down when she needed to. However, compared to her old job, barely anything happens here. When something did happen she would insist on taking over the task almost every single time, the only thing she couldn’t trump you in was de-escalation. She was terrible at communication and that was most of the job. Calls would mostly be noise complaints or welfare checks, so you took the lead for those and it drove her crazy. She couldn’t stand being inferior to anyone, especially on the job. So you were squabbling constantly.

And for some reason tonight she was in a particularly bad mood. You’re stationed on the side of the road, keeping watch for anyone disobeying any road safety laws and Williams is silent. Not particularly unusual, but her body language was odd, she was weirdly tense. She sat fidgeting with her hands, picking at her cuticles, occasionally glancing up if she heard a car. Nothing in you wanted to show you cared at all for her, because you didn’t, but at this point you were so bored you didn’t care if you started one of your usual squabbles.

“Something wrong Williams?” You tentatively ask.

“ ‘m fine, just tired.” she says, still not glancing up.

“You seem offly tense for a tired person.” You try to push her a bit.

She finally looks up at you, her expression remaining neutral “Considering your observations, you really think now’s a good time to test me sweetheart?” God you hated when she called you that, she refused to refer to you by your last name, always resorting to some condescending nickname.

You roll your eyes, just as you were about to respond a staticky voice interrupts, asking for anyone available for a call about a noise complaint about two minutes away. Ellie picks up the walkie and calls in saying she could take it and starts the car.

You drive there in silence and to no one’s surprise it’s Mrs. Taylor. She frequently calls at night whenever she hears her teenage neighbors so much as talk loud enough for her to hear. And every time she would make you both walk over to them and ask them to quiet down.

This time though when you got out of the car you could hear muffled music coming from the neighbor’s all the way from Mrs. Taylor’s lawn. You walk up to her door, Williams following silently, and knock gently a couple of times. You hear soft shuffling, a lock clicking and then the door opens revealing the grumpy old woman’s tired face. She’s wearing a long dusty pink robe, striped pajama pants and ratty slippers, clearly she had been recently woken up by the noise.

“Hello Mrs. Taylor.” You smile politely.

“Hello dear.” She smiles back at you, but falters for a moment when she spots your partner, refusing to acknowledge her presence. She used to babysit all the kids in the neighborhood, you were always her favorite. She treated everyone else like they were some sort of pest, especially outsiders.

“Neighbors bothering you again?” You already knew the answer, but you felt the need to be polite.

“I can’t sleep with all that ruckus, rotten children they are. Too bad too, they used to be the sweetest when they were little.” She shook her head.

“Alright we’ll get it all sorted out, you can go back to bed.” You nod your head.

The old woman smiles before reaching forward and pinching your cheek while saying “You’re so good to me dear. Come over for dinner some time so I can make it up to you.”

“Just doing my job ma'am.” You reassure her.

“Well, goodnight. Call me tomorrow morning and we’ll sort something out.” She begins shuffling backwards, and grabs the door handle.

“Good night Mrs. Taylor.” You wave at her and she closes the door.

“God you’re unbelievable.” Ellie scoffs from behind you.

“What?” you turn around to face her.

“Would it kill you to be nice to me like that once in a while?” For the life of you you could not figure out where this was coming from.

“You have to earn it.” You retort, while beginning to walk to the neighbors house. Ellie just huffs and jogs a bit to catch up to you, god forbid you get ahead of her in any way.

You make your way to the house, the bass rattling your teeth by the time you're on the front stoop. Ellie takes her usual spot behind you and you knock loudly, bashing your fist against the door. Hopefully someone hears so you don’t have to make a scene, they weren’t bad kids. Sure enough the music turns off and the door opens slowly revealing a set of scared, round eyes.

“Hey Kelly.” You knew her well from the past complaints, she was pretty polite especially for a teenager. The poor girl was practically shaking. “You probably know why we’re here.” She nods slowly. “Ok, so just do us a favor and turn your music down so we don’t get another call from Mrs. Taylor alright?” you say gently, knowing when you’re in uniform everything about you was intimidating enough without you having to yell.

“Th-that’s it?” She asks, her whole body shaking with adrenaline at this point.

“Yup, just make sure this doesn’t happen again. Shouldn’t have the volume that high anyway, it’s bad for your hearing.” You smile, “Probably don’t want to go deaf by the time you’re 20.”

Kelly just nods again “O-ok thank you. We’ll keep it down, promise.”

“Alright have a good night, stay out of trouble.” You turn away and Ellie does the same.

The walk back to the car is silent except for the steady hum of cicadas. You’re about to put your seatbelt on when Ellie says “So what do I have to do?”

You pause your movements, “What?”

“What do I have to do to earn it?” When you still look confused she elaborates “You being nice to me. What do I have to do to earn that?”

“I don’t know. With the way you treat me it’s almost like you enjoy me being mean to you.” You let out a dry laugh.

She slowly leans towards you, “Oh, I do.” She says, her tone changing completely, her voice becomes raspy and deep, almost like a whisper and a smirk tugs at her lips. “I love making you mad, but something tells me you’re even more delightful when you’re all sweet like that.”

“Williams what-” She leans even closer, inches away from your face and suddenly you forgot everything that wasn’t Ellie. You couldn’t utter a word if you tried.

“Tell me.” Her eyes flicker from yours to your lips. “What.” Her lips are so close you can almost feel her words. “To do.” You let out a sigh and give in, abandoning all logic you press your lips against hers. She stiffens but then her hands automatically move to cup your jaw so she can deepen the kiss. Her tongue swipes across your lips, inviting them to open. You can’t really move, unable to completely process what’s happening. She’s so warm and soft and everything you didn’t expect.

She starts making her way down to your neck, exploring your reactions as she kisses and sucks at the sensitive skin. A small whimper escapes from your lips, and Ellie is sure she’s never heard something more intoxicating.

“Williams-” She finds a particular spot behind your ear that causes you to let out a quiet moan, making you forget how to speak for a moment.

“W-we can’t do this here, you know that.” She stops and moves her head to meet your gaze.

“You’re right, we should probably find someplace where we don’t run the risk of teenagers or Mrs. Taylor finding us.” That wasn’t what you meant but it was probably the first time she had ever agreed with you the entire time you’ve been partners.

She pulls off the road into a field and as soon as she parks she immediately starts where she left off. Somehow she knew exactly how to reduce you to a whimpering mess in mere moments. In between kisses she whispers “Take off your belt.” Her tone was so sure and dominant it sent a wave of arousal straight to your center. You do as she says, you forgot you had put on your utility belt for the call, but she clearly took note. You try not to move too much as she continues marking up your skin. She stops again, “Now get in the back.” She doesn’t wait for your response before taking her own utility belt off, leaving it in the front seat and opening her door. It was a little more work in a patrol car considering there were bars separating the front and backseat, but at this point neither of you cared much.

Ellie is first to sit down in the back and shut the door behind her, you do the same and crawl over to straddle her lap. “You feelin a little eager, sweetheart?” She looks at you with that obnoxious smirk on her face, but this time it didn’t annoy you as much as it usually did. You kiss the grin off her face before moving to her neck, listening to her little sighs and moans as you press your lips to her soft skin. The noises she’s making send arousal straight to your aching center and you begin to grind down on her lap, desperate for some kind of relief. She starts taking off your belt with trembling, eager fingers and throws it off to the side. You reach for hers as she untucks your shirt and begins unbuttoning it as quickly as she could, leaving you in your tank top. Your lips meet hers and the kisses grow hungrier by the second, each of you becoming more and more eager to undress the other.

As you begin to unfasten Ellie’s shirt she sighs in frustration, “Jesus christ all these fucking layers are driving me crazy.”

You laugh and say in between kisses, “Gotta make you work for it Williams.” With that she rips off your tank top, and immediately begins groping your breasts over your bra. You moan into her mouth and begin to grind down onto her even harder. Ellie notices and spreads her legs a bit, moving your leg in between hers so you were straddling her thigh. Relief rushes through you as you lower down onto her muscular thigh and begin moving your hips back and forth. She reaches behind you to unclasp your bra leaving your top half bare for her. She can’t resist breaking the kiss to move her focus to your chest, taking your nipple in her mouth with a satisfied hum. A soft whine escapes your lips as her warm tongue circles your sensitive nipples. Her hands have a steady hold on your hips, encouraging you to move against her thigh, harder and faster. Yours have found a home in her hair, tugging harder and harder as your pleasure builds on itself causing Ellie to groan as arousal begins to pool in her boxers.

“Get up.” Ellie commands in a hoarse whisper that sends butterflies straight to your cunt. You climb off her and lean against the car door. The sight of you in the dim moonlight, topless with spread legs and unzipped pants, a fucked out expression on your face almost has Ellie coming right then and there. She unties your shoes and gently removes them, before grabbing the hem of your pants and tugging them down in one swift motion. She crawls between your legs and wraps her arms around each of your thighs, gently kissing a path to your dripping cunt. A wet spot had formed on your panties causing your face to become hot from embarrassment, but Ellie seemed to have a different reaction “God you’re so beautiful, it’s driving me crazy.” She begins teasing you over the fabric of your underwear, running her fingers up and down your slit. A whimper escapes your lips as a silent plea for more, but she continues teasing. She finally pulls the fabric of your underwear to the side and takes a moment before gently blowing on your soaked folds.

“Please-” you manage to whimper as the cool air from Ellie’s lips hits your warm center sending a pleasurable shock through you. You would expect for her to make you beg for it, but she immediately obliged, licking a line from your dripping entrance to your clit. You gasp and grip on to her hair, searching for anything to hold on to as pleasure overwhelms every one of your senses. Ellie groans at the feeling as she begins gently licking at your clit, teasing you. The sound sends vibrations through your lower body and you moan at the feeling, now losing any control you had over the volume of your voice. She begins moving her tongue in circles over your sensitive bud as she teases your entrance with a slender finger. You let out the loudest moan yet, encouraging Ellie to plunge her finger further inside you. It slides in easily, arousal practically coating your thighs at this point. Suddenly she hits the spot causing a desperate whiny “Oh fuck,” To escape from your swollen lips as you clench lightly around her finger. She adds a second, the feeling of her two fingers causes a satisfying amount of pressure to fill your cunt. She hits a spot that you swear sends white light through your closed eyes and keeps hitting it with every rough, slow thrust of her fingers. Your hips begin to move, trying to get her to fuck you harder but she only pins your down by your waist with her free hand forcing you to endure her painful pace. “Ellie,” you whine, “please- I-“ you cut yourself off with a moan.

“What do you need sweetheart?” She pauses briefly to look at your fucked out expression and your arousal has dropped all the down her chin. The very sight almost does you in.

“Please,” you beg her in hopes she’ll spare you the humiliation of asking her.

“Mm mm,” she lightly shakes her head “words baby.” That was a much better nickname, the way she said baby made your cunt flutter around her fingers

“P-please-” you sigh before finishing “-fuck me harder pleasee.” You think that’s probably the most pathetic you’ll ever sound but Ellie obeys. She sucks your puffy clit into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the hypersensitive nub before moving her fingers faster. She picks up speed until you can’t think about anything but Ellie’s mouth and fingers. The pace was practically inhuman, you tilt your head back as a silent scream rips it’s way through you before you moan “fffuuckk,” in a high pitched tone. She continues moving her hands rapidly in and out of you curling them at just the right angle. You begin to flutter around her fingers and she knew you were close.

“Almost there baby?” All you can do in response in moan, she has you practically incapacitated. She giggled a little “Good, come for me.” As her words reached your ears your pleasure finally hit it’s peak. You begin writing against Ellie’s fingers as you roughly clench down on them. Your pleasure rips through you in overwhelming waves, moans uncontrollably leaving your lips as Ellie’s fingers continue their brutal pace. She doesn’t let up though, she keeps going as your clit grows more and more sensitive. You tug at her hair but she doesn’t move, she continues as your hips begin bucking against her arm that was pinning you down.

“Ellie it’s too much I can’t-”

“You can take one more can’t you sweetheart?” She asks sweetly as she fucks your sensitive hole with no mercy. You just nod and she continues sucking and licking at your clit, occasionally moaning which only enhanced the overwhelming pleasure. This time you were more tightly wound up and faster. It didn’t take long before you approached the edge again, the feeling twice as intense. You almost worry as it begins to build and build, just as you thought you had reached your peak it kept going. You finally topple over the edge as Ellie’s teeth lightly graze your clit, the feeling sending you into overdrive. You tugs Ellie’s hair harder than you ever had before as you make a mess all over the seats and Ellie’s mouth and fingers. She laps it all up contently, actually backing down when you pushed her away this time. She leans back into her knees and tries to catch her breath.

A smirk grows on your face as you begin leaning towards her, “it’s your turn.”

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Idrk how I feel about this but at least I finished it 😀👍

Reblogs and notes are always appreciated and encouraged 💕‼️

Hopefully I will start updating more but I can’t really promise anything lmao

#ellie williams #the last of us 2 #ellie tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x y/n #cop! Ellie Williams

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honey-milk-depresso · 4 months

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Batboys watching anime with reader

You know my ass went FULL ON LOCK MODE with Tim. I went crazy- 💀

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Doing requests until 1 Feb! Please see my pinned post and read the request rules on the navi! Thank you!🩷

Batbros watching anime with you

Dick Grayson

He’s watched a few 90s anime before, more the basic ones like One Piece and Pokémon, and he probably still watches them to this day. Boy has old CDs he has and you should probably try finding a Blue Ray (or use his if he can have Tim help fix it because it’s good as dead 💀) because he’s popping in every CD of old anime’s he have lying about.

“Wow, I didn’t know I had cowboy bebop! Or Slam Dunk!” He got a few rare gems, which makes it all the more fun to sit down on the couch under a blanket as you huddle and watch the nostalgic 90s anime shows together while eating popcorn.

He doesn’t mind watching new, modern day animes, just be prepared for when you two watch sad anime shows because he will sob like it’s the end of the world.

“NO, WHY WOULD KAORI DIE LIKE THIS?? AND SHE LOVES ARIMA- OH MY GOD IM SO—”sobs even more. He gets emotional while watching them because it’s so sad that it’s sO GOOD-

Loves dancing to those danceable anime music with you. He goes ALL. OUT. He even sings all of it in Japanese like wow-

I would love to hear him sing Cruel Angel’s Thesis in his Discowing suit and with goth makeup on it because it “sets the mood”, PLEASE-

Overall, great time watching with Dick. <3

Jason Todd

You expect someone like him to like Chainsaw Man, Trigun or something like those grunge-y, guns and knives animes, right? I mean, he does, but only with you and ONLY with you will he let his inner Magical Girl enthusiast ass shine. Because he LOVES Magical Girl animes. That’s probably the reason and one point of time why he wore red ribbons around his arms, he wanted that Sailor Moon experience and Tim might’ve just teased him about that era without knowing his love for Magical Girl animes and Jason might’ve flipped and freaked the fuck out and started chasing him down the manor.

Jason watches Sailor Moon, Madoka when he feels edgier than usual, Cardcaptor Sakura, every Precure series, Tokyo Mew Mew, man has all these shows somehow. He swears they weren’t through illegal means and he just worked very hard to gather all of them. He also might be a shoujo anime fan because if he loves Jane Austen books, you bet his ass would be reading Fruits Basket, Maid Sama or something because of course he would.

Also a Studio Ghibli fan, although watching the Tale of Princess Kaguya might make him feel too much, especially getting pissed off with the dad who forces his daughter into a wealthy life without her input and- yeah, you gotta calm him down as he cries bitterly and sourly with a pout on his face.

The two of you can go on and on about debating about unclear endings of animes all day long. You know the “AND SHE WAS A PRINCESS” video? That’s Jason.

Great man to watch anime with, and he’ll gladly be your Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon (and not the “But you did nothing meme- or the other way around- he don’t mind being the Usagi-). <3

Tim Drake

I’m very convinced this man got into his whole detective shit because he watched Detective Conan and honestly I can’t blame him. Tim has probably the largest vessel of anime knowledge out of all of them. He doesn’t really have a specific genre he likes but he’s pretty fond of old 90s and 80s animes. He can explain the whole lore of One Piece, Fairytale, Pokémon like Jesus Tim, calm down- 💀

I can see him watching Neon Genesis Evangelion, Serial Experiments Lain or Key the Metal Doll because he likes that little bit of horror nature and mystery and thriller in his animes although he really doesn’t mind watching Haikyuu all over again if you want to.

Might introduce you to underrated and/or old animes like Revolutionary Girl Utena, Nadia the Secrets of Blue Water, every Studio Ghibli movie, those kinds of animes that give off the really pretty and aesthetic old anime animations that is just so pretty to watch and with really good storylines that both of you can cuddle on a couch together and watch. I bet he even watches anime with you even before you two got together, so you guys pretty much have “watching anime together” as part of the foundation of your relationship. Owns so much manga that you can’t even count, too.

Just… don’t make him watch those really slow burn, comedy love animes, specifically Love War. Not that he don’t like romance animes, he watches Ouran High School Host Club and Your Name, trust me, but Love War? He is going absolutely insane because of it.

“OH MY GOD- PLEASE JUST KISS ALREADY. ME AND S/O ARE ALREADY TOGETHER FIVE MONTHS AGO ANF YOU TWO ARE STILL TOO PROUD TO ADMIT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER WHILE BLUSHING- JUST KISS ALREADY-” <3

Damian Wayne

Damian likes anime. Would 100% go to an anime convention with you as a date if you’re up for it. He doesn’t mind (surprisingly- just for you only-).

He doesn’t necessarily like showmen animes although he has enjoyed a few, but he really loves slice of life, I feel. It just feels like he wants to put himself in a normal life and with a tad bit of drama in it like what the characters go through. The touching ones like Hyouka or Natsume’s Book of Friends.

Also animal related anime maybe except Beastars because he didn’t understand shit-?? He calls that peak anime. Aggretsuko, Chi’s Sweet Home and My Roommate is a Cat?? Damian loves this shit, he watches it intently with his arm around you. Even if he doesn’t smile, you know he loves it by the way his eyes sparkle.

Just don’t tell his brothers. He will seriously feel betrayed if you do so because he only watches these kinds of shows with you: the cute animal ones that are actually wholesome and/or funny.

The whole family is into Studio Ghibli, and he is no exception. He feels like it’s the best kinds of anime to watch with you when you guys just want to turn in for the day and huddle up on the couch. It’s one of the rare times he relaxes and softens and he’s glad to have quality time with you. <3

Duke Thomas

He likes anime! Studio Ghibli is definitely a favourite of his and he would gladly watch it together with you! He also love a fair bit of Shounen animes, the more popular ones like Jujutsu Kaisen, One Piece, Haikyuu, or Spy x Family. He likes them a lot!

A big fan of romance animes too: Ouran High School Host Club and The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (if you two are in the mood to huddle on the couch together and cry).

Duke doesn’t mind any kind of anime so long as it doesn’t have too much horror or gore like… Higurashi. He gets chills when that anime is mentioned. D-Don’t watch it for your own sake if you don’t know. And if you do, avoid it with him at all cost because he will.

Duke also like singing some good anime songs with you and you guys can go crazy and dance around, just not as dramatic as Dick.

He would be super excited to spend a date with you watching shounen anime movies like from Jujutsu Kaisen and he would be so hype to spend time with you being a fanboy while also sharing that romantic air for the shared love of anime between you two and the love that you two share, although that love is far stronger. <3

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mystargirl-interlude · 21 days

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𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞(s)

Billy dunne x fem reader. Yes I’m aware I put this in the finnick tag, it’s the same actor and idgaf so keep it cute

smut, talk of sex, drugs and everything in between, fic is veryyy AU like the interviewer isn’t billys daughter, it was never specified but I imagine it as grahams and everyone in the band are still good friends. Read note at the end

2006

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Daisy: “what a time to be alive” she said before bursting out laughing

Karen: “messy, messy, messy”

Graham choked on his water

Warren: original Pam and Tommy I swear *starts cackling* y/n was the og 90s girl before the 90s especially her fashion sense…. And other things..”

Eddie just started at the camera

Y/n: “made a shit ton of money” She says, laughing when someone out of frame catches her eye

Billy: “well. Um.” He stutters out rubbing his beard before he’s thrown a magazine by someone out of frame. “Oh, well this pretty much sums up the year” he says before flipping the magazine around to the camera

1976

“Fuck” You whine out, attempting to clench your legs around Billy’s head.

“Keep the camera straight doll” he rasps out before going back to absolutely devouring your cunt. Your senses are completely overwhelmed between billy’s head between your thighs suctioning his mouth to your swollen clit and the loud party in the next hotel room over with the rest of the band. You guys snuck away as soon as possible, leading to billy stripping you of all your clothes but making you leave your high heels on

“Billy, shit I’m gonna cum” you loudly moan out as you move the camera closer to your cunt. You swear you almost smacked the shit out of him when he took his mouth off your pussy stopping your orgasm. He sat up so that he could kiss you, immediately shoving his tongue in your mouth as you lightly suck on it.

Billy grabbed the camera from your hands and pointed it down at you as you laughed grinning up at him. “Fucking ethereal” he groans out as he looks through the grainy video. He grabs your leg putting it over his shoulder as he lightly kisses your ankle that still has your high heel straps on. He switches the Camera to his other hand as he gropes your tit “billy if you don’t fuck me right now I’m gonna go crazy” “you already are doll”

Next thing you know you’re getting pounded into oblivion with a camera positioned at the both of you, billy had your legs around his hips as he was in a sitting up position absolutely rearranging your organs “Fuck, Fucking hell” you almost scream out as you feel his tip hit that spongey spot deep inside you “yeah, did I find it?” He groans out “yes! Yeah! Right there!” You whine as he starts rubbing your clit so fast that you swear his hand blurs.

“Oh my god! Billy, I’m cumming, yeah!” You say as you clench so hard around his you almost push him out completely

“Fuck, Jesus Christ” he moans. You can tell he’s about to cum by the way he’s twitching inside you “where do you want me doll” he groans as he pulls your head back exposing your neck as your eyes roll completely back in your head and your hair sticks to your face from sweat and mixed saliva

“Inside, please, fill me up” you moan as you being to cum mid sentence, white hot pleasure taking over your body and Billy’s cum filling you up only adds to the feeling.

You only take less than a minute before you’re grabbing the camera again and pressing record as you climb on top of him shoving his dick back inside you. He grabs the camera from your hold to switch the view pointing it at your cunt bouncing up and down on him.

The sound of the wet smacking from your creamy cum at his base fills the room as you viscously ride him as he begins to flick at your clit again and shows the camera the prominent bulge deep in your stomach.

The next thing you guys filmed was billy face fucking you to oblivion and the last thing filmed was billy pointing the camera down at you giggling with a wide smile and he rubbed his hand up and down ur body that was covered in sweat and thick layers of your shared cum

★ ✰ ✦ ♡ ♤ *ੈ✩‧₊˚.

Way too many rounds later you and billy took a shower (and definitely didn’t go for 2 more) and went out for a smoke without thinking twice about the video camera lying on your dirtied hotel bed and most definitely didn’t think that Jonah berg would be the one to find it when he went looking for you two

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“Rockstars steamy x rated film leaked as many tell their opinions” you read out to billy and the band from a rolling stone magazine

Everyone had a shocked look in their face while billys face was pink with rage and looked ready to commit murder

“If it helps I haven’t heard one bad thing about it” Daisy says

“Yeah I mean you guys looked rockin So I don’t see why anyone would be too brutal….” Warren rambles before slowing down once he realized everyone was staring at him

“You watched my brothers sex tape…?” Graham says just above a whisper absolutely horrified

“Okay- we’ll- hear me out” Warren stutters out with his pointer finger in the air trying to make a point

“NOPE NOPE” Graham cuts him of by dramatically gagging and running out of the room

Warren turns back to the band once Graham left with a wide guilty grin on his face

“So um..” he begins

“I don’t care that you watched it Warren, I would be surprised if you hadn’t watched it” you say rolling your eyes

“Right okay” he strains out defeated

“Okay… as I was saying, I haven’t heard anything bad, I mean obviously it’s an awful thing but there is little to none slut shaming which is surprising, everyone is just being horny but hey it’s better than everyone calling you a whore” Daisy shrugs

“Okay but did everyone forget what we are here for, you guys have tour press today in less than 3 hours” you stress to the band

Billy wraps with hand around your neck and kisses your head.

It’s not like you and billy are deathly afraid of public pda, it’s actually the quite opposite, you couldn’t even count the amount of times you guys had been caught with his tongue down your throat, hand wrapped around your neck and practically dry humping you In the middle of downtown Los Angeles.

“We are gonna figure something out with that psycho, I promise.” He mumbles into your hair.

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“Daisy over here!” “Billy to your left!”

“What do you have to say about the leaked videos?” “Who’s the man you married Daisy?”

“Okay okay ONE at a time please” rod interrupts

“What do you all have to say about the leaked explicit tape of your lead man and his girlfriend and it possibly ruining her image?” one reporter asks the band as if billy isn’t right there

“Why should it ruin her image? It was an intimate moment between the two that got leaked by a fucking pervert, I’ve only heard people talk about y/n and nothing about billy, it’s NATURAL, y/n is an extremely talented and good looking woman, you guys are talking about it like you’re a bunch of fuckin virgins.” Daisy says to all the reporters

“And we will be expecting to see Jonah berg in court” Is the only thing billy said before rod cut time.

2006

Warren: The berg-dunne-l/n lawsuit was the biggest thing of the decade and even in pop culture, I mean I still hear about it now”

Daisy: billy and y/n were very shameless people, they had the guts most people didn’t have, that being said; for all 7 days the case lasted they had every second broadcasted on live television

Y/n: what can i say? My kink is karma” she shrugs

Warren: I remember that the day they had me testify when we were leaving the building it was just a sea of paparazzi and flashing cameras, they even had security trying to pave a way to the car through all the paps, I also remember that once the security guard moved out the way and y/n came into their view- I will always remember this, it was truly an iconic moment but one of them just yelled out “y/n what’s up baby!” and then the blinding lights got ten times worse” he says with a chuckle

Karen: it was just insane that even despite the fact that they showed up to court everyday high cocaine they still managed to win the case getting 4 million dollars which mind you, was worth what 17 million today would be from rolling stone and Jonah berg” She says in disbelief

Daisy: remember when I said they were both very shameless people?

Eddie: yeah well after the case people and when I say people I mean like two news outlets called them embarrassed prudes or something like that and them being stubborn decided to really shut them up. In better words they decided to be the cover of the fall ‘76 playboy issue” he says thinning his lips

Rod: if I recall correctly I’m pretty sure that was the most popular playboy magazine of all time, I mean it was everywhere, every gas station, every corner you turned, they even had one of those big posters put up on the walls out by Venice beach area

Graham: yeah, um it wasn’t fun seeing my brother and his girlfriend naked every corner I turned.” He strains out

Billy: well it was definitely an interesting year, even after the case was closed we still had paparazzi following our every move, sometimes it would be worse than others, I remember we were at a party once after a show in Vegas and me and y/n were absolutely trashed, basically blackout drunk and high but the cameras were there and the next morning we of course saw our faces plastered on the cover of star magazine” he says slightly laughing

Y/n: yeah that was definitely a magazine cover! But we were practically hanging off each other trying not to completely collapse on the floor

Narrator: do you ever wish you were never famous and lived a normal life?

Y/n: Well to be honest no.

Billy: even though it was a very hectic year that was probably the best year in that era, I got married to my wife that year

Y/n: that would be meeeeee” she says cheekily

Karen: I had a joke that was saying “rub it in their face put a rock on her hand” because them two were basically a married couple at that point and they took that seriously

Extra

Narrator: let’s talk about the incident of ‘76

Jonah berg: next question.

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Y/n: it was all very-“ she’s cut off by billy running behind her and quickly grabbing her face and hastily kissing her and then running off before she can even process what happened.

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During the break with the interview y/n and billy are talking and out of the blue she sits up remember something

“Do you remember the time we had a threesome with Daisy” she laughs out

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LMFAO the way it took me over a month to finish this😭 chi I had testing and I was busy fighting and doxxing swifties on stantwt but now I wanna write a billy x reader x daisy smut 🙁 but I do apologize for this now stop harassing me in my asks for this fic anyway see you next time fatties

#finnick odair x reader #billy dunne x reader #billy dunne fanfic #billy dunne smut #finnick odair smut #daisy jones and the six x reader #daisy jones and the six fanfic

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With your steady hand

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 3

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

summary: Matt and Foggy go head to head in a prank war, much to your dismay.

warnings: Swearing, fluff, descriptions of homesickness

a/n: Did I mean to make everyone cry in this chapter? No. But here we are. (Honestly, from what I can remember, crying was a popular pastime my first semester of college.) We get a little Foggy vulnerability as a side dish for the Matt and Reader vulnerability. I had a great time with this chapter so I hope everyone enjoys!

w/c: 5.6k

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth, you pushed the food around your plate indifferently. Your stomach balked at the idea of eating, but you were aware that you needed to. The only thing you’d eaten in the past 48 hours was dry cereal, and that had to be bad, right?

“You ok?” The quiet, concerned voice of Matt from beside you made you jump. In your groggy haze, you’d completely forgotten he was next to you, and, honestly, that you were out in public at all.

“Yup. Fine. Just not hungry.” Was the bland response you gave. It didn’t appease either of your friends, both of them frowning with worry. You’d been acting…off for over a week now. The cheerful, silly personality that Matt had unwittingly fallen for retreating into a worn out husk of a law student. Though he couldn’t see, Matt would bet dollars to donuts that the bags under your eyes were prominent given how sluggish you’d been recently. Not to mention that you hadn’t spoken up in any class the past few days, which was extremely out of character.

Though Matt was too afraid to admit that he could tell, he knew your blood sugar was extremely low right now. Oddly enough, you weren’t lying when you said you weren’t hungry.

“Are you sure you’re feeling ok?” Foggy prompted, seemingly following the same train of thought that Matt was currently on. “You didn’t eat much. Did you catch that flu that’s been going around?”

You shook your head, giving a thin smile. “Nah, just not hungry. I’m ok, guys, promise.”

But neither guy was convinced by your lackluster argument. After studying quietly in their room, and neglecting a plate of takeout, you muttered something about having chores to do and headed home—much to the dismay of your friends.

“Ok, what the hell is up with her?” Foggy scoffed, feigning annoyance despite the obvious worry in his tone.

“I wish I knew.” Matt affirmed, falling backwards on his bed and throwing his arms over his face.

“She said she wasn’t sick. Did something happen?” Foggy questioned.

“She might be stressed, midterms will do crazy things to people.”

“Yah, but when she gets stressed about school she is usually all…ramble-y and stuff. Not like this. It’s like she’s not even here.” The air in the room swished as Foggy gestured wildly, his passionate concern aggravating his already violent hand movements.

“I know, Fog.”

“You should try talking to her. She’s more likely to tell you.” Foggy accused, rolling his eyes.

Matt just snorted in disbelief.

“You laugh, but we both know it’s true. You have a ‘special connection.’” The blond’s voice swayed on the last two words, as if he were a middle schooler pointing out Matt’s crush.

“Bullshit.” Matt snarked.

“You wound me, Murdock. You think the heart eyes you two are always making at each other can escape my powers of observation?” What?

“How on earth does a blind man make ‘heart eyes’ at someone?” Matt chuckled, trying to cover up the way his chest was pounding at the thought of his feelings for you being returned.

“Uh, you tell me, dude! It’s goddamn unbearable. Not only are 90% of the women on this campus ogling you at all times, but you’re too infatuated with our mutual friend to even notice, and you refuse to date her. How am I even supposed to flap my wingman wings?!”

“I told you, Foggy, she deserves better than I can treat her.” Matt groaned at his roommate’s insistence.

“Yah, yah, lie to me all you want, Murdock, I’m taking notes for my best man speech at your wedding.” Foggy shook his finger at Matt who smirked. “Seriously, though. If anyone is going to get to the bottom of whatever’s going on with her, it’s you.”

“Hmm, I know she works tonight, I’ll see if she’ll talk to me about it during her shift.” Matt plotted aloud.

“Keep me updated, man. I worry about that little jitterbug. She’s too sweet for this cruel world.” Foggy sighed, running a hand through his long hair.

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right about that.”

Breathing shakily, you ripped the elastic out of your hair and began massaging your temples, to no avail. The pounding ache that had settled over your skull remained, increasing the likelihood that you’d burst into tears from ‘pretty likely’ to ‘it’s a miracle the breakdown hasn’t started yet’. Feeling a lump build in your esophagus, you turned to Jen, who was working at the bookstore with you as you slowly fell apart.

“You ok, babes?” Your roommate prompted, attentive gaze not missing your glassy eyes and choked inhales.

Not trusting your voice, you shook your head, looking at her pleadingly as your lip quivered.

“Aw, love!” Jen pulled you into a hug, siphoning tears from your eyes almost immediately. “What’s wrong? Still missing your mom?”

“Mmm hmm.” You choked out around a sob. Squeezing you tightly, she hummed in understanding.

“Why don’t you go sit in the back for a little bit? I’ll be fine holding down the fort.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, babes. Go watch a movie or something. I’ll yell if I need ya.”

Nodding dolefully, you rubbed at your damp eyes and padded to the closet-sized employee break room in the corner of the bookshop.

Twisting his cane in his sweaty hands, Matt blew out a breath before entering the quiet store. His walk over from campus had been tumultuous despite the short distance. It had quickly occurred to him that cornering you at work might not be the best plan of action, unless alienating you whilst ruining the beautiful trust you currently held for him was the goal.

Against his better judgment, he shoved open the door, trying not to wince as the bell chimed to signal his arrival. Hesitating for a moment, Matt realized it wasn't you at the counter, but your roommate.

“Hi Matt!” Jen greeted him. “Nice to see you again.”

“You too, Jen,” Matt smiled, though the knot of nervousness in his stomach was expanding after hearing your soft cries coming from the break room. “Is, uh, is she working tonight?”

The older girl hummed knowingly, “Yah, she's in the back.” Matt thanked her but she called after him before he could find you. “Just, be gentle with her, ok? She's having a tough week.”

Nodding in understanding, Matt gave what he hoped was a comforting 'I promise not to spook our mutual friend' thumbs up, setting off to keep you company.

Knocking on the open door lightly, Matt heard you sniffle and scrub at your face in an attempt to look put together before responding. “I'll be right out, Jen—”

“Not Jen.” He answered simply. “Just a friend who thought you might want some company.”

Your muffled footsteps wandered towards him, pulling the door ajar when you reached it.

Matt's confidence stumbled, your salty tears and wavering breaths immediately setting him on edge. “Tell me to fuck off and I'll leave. I just thought—” His words were interrupted by a grunt of surprise as you fell solidly against him, arms winding around his waist.

“Hey,” His hands slid up to anchor you, one sprawled over your shoulders while the other stroked your hair to offer succor when you began to tremble with renewed sobs. “Hey, you're alright, I gotcha. I gotcha.”

Wiping your face with one hand, you stood up, removing your arms from around him. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry all over your shirt. Shit, I'm so sorry, Matty.”

“Don't worry about that, sweetheart.” Matt's hand drifted to your clammy cheek, swiping a stray tear away when it fell. “That's why I'm here. You…” He paused, choosing his next words carefully. “You seemed like midterms were weighing on you, and I thought you could use some extra support. Let's go sit, yah?” Tenderly taking your hand, he let you guide him to the musty couch, closing the door behind you.

As Matt collapsed into the ancient cushions, he could feel the plumes of dust rising from the impact. Scrunching his nose against the resulting tickle, he eagerly enveloped you in his arms, pressing a kiss to your head when you settled against his chest. “Did you want to talk about what's going on? You had Foggy and I quite worried when you ran out on us this afternoon.”

Exhaling shakily, you unconsciously arched into his touch, his hands rubbing slow circles into your lower back. “I don't know, Matty. I...it's a long story, I'm sure you don't want–”

Feeling you tense up beneath him, Matt could practically hear your thoughts as you distanced him from the root of your vulnerability. “Don’t shut me out, sweetheart, please. Anything you want to share I will gladly listen to.”

“It’s stupid. You’re going to think I’m a baby.” You murmured, tracing the buttons on his shirt.

“I would never, bubs, you know that. You’re the strongest girl I know, that’s why I’m so worried about you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me, Matty.”

“Well, tell me what’s up with you and maybe I’ll stop.” He smirked at you and you groaned, though your lips twitched marginally.

You muttered something under your breath and, though he could hear you just fine, he scrunched his brow dramatically. “You’re going to need to speak up, dear, I didn’t catch that.” He cupped a hand around one ear, grinning when you rolled your eyes and shoved him.

“I said…I really miss my mom.” You admitted feebly.

“Aw, sweetheart, that’s not stupid at all!” Matt’s expressive face pinched in sympathy as he waited for you to continue.

“I’ve been talking to her over the phone pretty frequently but it’s not the same. She’s all I had growing up, I’m not used to her not being…here. God, that’s so childish!”

“No, it’s not. I may not be homesick for the orphanage, but I haven’t had the easiest time adjusting either.”

“Really?”

“Yah, bubs, really. There are things about this new freedom that I enjoy, of course, but I do miss the familiarity of my old routine. It’s not childish, I promise.” Running his hands over your arms, he smirked. “You know what is childish?”

“What?”

Bending at the waist, Matt drew his cane from the floor and turned it to display the two plastic circles that had been haphazardly slapped on the black foam handle. Taking the cane from him, you traced a finger over the new decorations and giggled.

“What the fuck?” Disbelief and humor slowly halting your tears, you looked eagerly to Matt for an explanation. Two standard googly eyes, placed at a lopsided angle, wiggled at you as you passed him back the item in question.

“My thoughts exactly.” Matt chuckled. “Foggy bought a bag of googly eyes at the dollar store and has been sticking them to everything in our room. I had to pull a pair off of my glasses before coming over here.”

“You should’ve left them on. Let everyone know what a serious law student you are.” You snickered, snuggling against Matt’s chest again. “Why, exactly, did he choose to do this?”

Matt chuckled, “I think it was his idea of a prank. Pretty minor offense, though. He’s told me horror stories about the things he and his brother used to do.” Shuddering, he bit his lip to keep from purring as you began rubbing his back. “It’s kind of…sweet though? I think it’s his way of showing me I’m like family.”

His throat clenched as he spoke that realization. You smiled, squeezing him tightly. “That is sweet, Matty. I hope you realize how much we care for you.”

“We?” The dark haired boy can barely contain his tease as he gave you the most innocent glance he can muster.

“Shut up, trouble. You know I care about you. Even if I’m not putting googly eyes on all your stuff. To be fair, though, I don’t think I’ve ever pranked anyone.”

“Really?” Chuckling incredulously, Matt was surprised that you’d never played a practical joke, given your adorable goofiness and slight pettiness.

“Not that I can recall. Is that weird?” Your mind was quick to plummet back into anxiety, worrying that Matt would be alarmed by your lack of a normal childhood.

“Of course not, bubs. It just seems like something you’d find funny, is all.”

“Aren’t they…mean?” The hesitation in your voice didn’t surprise him, his heart suddenly swelling with an intense desire to shelter you from anything harmful.

“Sometimes, but not the ones I’m planning.” He assured you.

“What did you have planned?”

“Well…” Matt eagerly divulged his schemes, egged on by your renewed giggles and steady heart. If pranking Foggy would make you happy, he’d gladly involve you in it.

A few days later, you were practically glowing with excitement as you “studied” beside Matt. Echoing footsteps in the hallway outside the door sparked a gasp and you spun towards Matt eagerly.

“Is that him? Is he here?” You nearly squealed.

Chuckling at your darling, albeit very caffeinated, display of giddiness about a terrible prank, Matt shushed you. “That’s not him, sweetheart, but you have to keep your game face on.”

Raising your arm in a mock salute, you jested. “Sir, yes sir.”

Dutifully returning to the book on your lap, you took a few inadequate notes on the chapter before the door unlatched, Matt threw you a grin. “Act natural.”

Foggy traipsed into the room, immediately picking up on the unusual vibes in the air.

“Hey…” Looking between you and Matt skeptically, he dropped his book bag to the floor unceremoniously before crossing his arms over his chest. “Didn’t know we had a study group meeting today.”

“Oh we don’t, I was just bored so I called Matt to see if the two of you wanted to hang out.” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning a page in your Civil Procedure book.

Matt was absolutely floored when the lie slipped between your sweet lips with sincerity. Given all the energy you’d exhibited before, he’d assumed you’d reveal the prank far too early. Trying not to look at you with the surprise that overtook his mind, he added, “I told her that I was studying for CivPro and invited her over. Is that a problem?”

Foggy narrowed his eyes at the pair of you, clearly not convinced something fishy wasn’t afoot. But his disbelief didn’t save him. Vaulting himself onto his semi-lofted bed, an inglorious noise shattered the tense silence in the room.

As you burst into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, Matt was forced to continue to prank on his own. “Oh my god, Foggy, we have company.”

Turning beet red, the blond spluttered in response, “That wasn’t—I mean, I…SHUT UP!” Ripping back the covers, Foggy found the culprit instantly and hurled it towards Matt.

With a smug grin, Matt tilted his head towards the scrap of thin rubber. “What is this, Fog?”

“You know damn well what it is, you ass!” Foggy scowled, hopping off his mattress to point at Matt accusingly. “A Whoopie Cushion?? What are we, five??”

Still in stitches, you were leaning against Matt who was holding you up with a single arm. Foggy was unamused. “You know, I expect this childishness from Murdock, but you?” The long-haired law student bit out your last name as if he were a teacher scolding you for distracting the other students. “I expected better of you. Fuck this, I’m leaving.”

That broke you out of your state of humor. Launching yourself off of Matt’s bed, you stumbled towards your sulking friend with less grace than intended. Your over caffeination and extended time sitting had quickly drained the blood from your head. “Foggy, wait—Woah…” You swayed on your feet. Thankfully, Foggy caught you before you could hit the carpeted cement with your entire body weight.

“Christ, jitterbug, you don’t have to pass out on me to keep me here.” He sighed, handing you gratefully back to Matt who pulled you into a seated position at his side once again.

“Sorry,” You apologized sheepishly, “Got light headed. But please don’t leave! Matt was just teaching me how to prank someone.”

“She’d never pranked anyone before.” Matt explained further.

“Never?” Foggy whistled. “Fuck. Guess you’re forgiven then. Murdock, you’re still on my shit list.”

“For a Whoopie cushion? I’m sorry, are you not the roommate who covered a blind man’s stuff in googly eyes?”

“Et tu, brute!” Laying a hand across his chest in mock offense, Foggy’s eyes glimmered as he continued to play up his innocence. “I’ve already told you. That was our mischievous ghost roommate, Steve.”

“Ah, right. Then I guess we can blame him for the Whoopie cushion too.” Matt raised an eyebrow, silently challenging his roommate.

The blond mirrored him, accepting the challenge with an even tone. “I guess we can.”

Looking between the two of them, you felt a lick of apprehension roll up your spine. This was far from the end, that much was clear.

Dashing up the musty staircase, Matt fumbled with his keys. Slamming open the door, he ran his hands along the spines of books beside his bed, snatching the correct one. The book was tossed haphazardly onto the bed as Matt stripped out of his rain-drenched shirt.

Last night had quickly gotten away from him. Originally planning to stay up late and study for his final midterm, he’d parked himself in the library with a thermos of coffee and his American History textbook. Given your tendency to unwittingly distract him, and his roommate’s constant foghorn-like snoring, alone in the library was the most appealing option if he wanted to pass this exam. However, his sex drive was not as devoted to his academic success. A bubbly girl from his history class had greeted him, offering to help him cram for the looming test. He’d gratefully accepted, but they’d only made it through a single chapter before she’d invited him back to her room.

Exhausted from his strenuous activities and the resulting lack of sleep, he’d inevitably overslept. His internal clock was apparently not as effective as the blaring alarm that he normally used. Sprinting home through the deluge of rain, he had mere minutes to change and get to Legal Methods.

So here he was, relinquishing his soaked through button up to the floor as he plucked the first shirt from his dresser. Flinging on the shirt–which had short sleeves for some reason–and his raincoat, he flew out the door and towards his class.

He was barely late, but you still looked at him smugly when he finally plopped down beside you, eliciting a few laughs from other students in the classroom.

“About time you showed up, trouble. How was your night?” You murmured, trying not to draw any more attention to the two of you.

He didn’t need sight to know you were dramatically wiggling your eyebrows at him. “You heard about that, huh?” He asked, blushing furiously. While he was depressingly still hung up on you, the raw animalistic desires that composed his Id could only be suppressed for so long.

“Oh Foggy spared no detail when we got coffee this morning.”

Trying his damndest not to feel miffed that you’d had coffee with only his roommate, he aimed for a nonchalant tone. “Coffee with Fog, huh?”

“Well, it could have been both of you if you’d answered your phone.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head at the subtle pout on Matt’s face. “Don’t worry, trouble, you’re still my best guy.”

For a moment, all Matt could feel was the stutter of his heart. “Oh–uh, that’s,” He stammered, face glowing with a crimson blush. You giggled at his response.

“So is the raincoat a permanent fixture or did you just forget to take it off?”

Matt rolled his eyes, “Well, someone started talking to me and I got distracted.” Unzipping the vinyl jacket, he began to pry it off when a choking sound from you halted his movements.

“What?” He muttered, with feigned exasperation.

“Is that a new shirt?” You bit your lip to keep from laughing, already speculating just who had purchased that garment. The button down looked nothing like the simple ones Matt usually donned, and he usually dressed more conservatively in longer sleeved garments–there was no way he had purchased this fabric of his own free will.

Unlike the dark sweaters and monochrome shirts that made up the rest of his wardrobe, this shirt was…colorful, to say the least. The pattern was a horrendous combination of flames and hawaiian style flowers. A ring of scarlet cartoon hibiscus blossoms sat atop Matt’s waistline, composing a base for the flames, which looked like they’d been pulled off of a racist’s motorcycle.

Matt ran a hand along the hem, tilting his head in confusion. “This isn’t my shirt, is it?”

Stifling another round of giggles, you shook your head. “I don’t believe so, no.”

“You’re laughing. Fuck, what does it look like?”

“Um, it’s got flowers and…fire on it? Definitely not your style.”

“Shit!” Matt hissed, zipping up his coat as quietly as he could. “Foggy must’ve put it in my dresser.”

You bit back a smile, turning your attention to the professor who had begun looking for students to pick on.

After a few hours of legal jargon flowing in one ear and out the other, Matt could barely sit still—his mind already planning the trip home to inspect the rest of his clothes, which he assumed had also been replaced. Though he’d been willing to beg for your assistance, he’d only needed to ask for you to come with once before you agreed sincerely, clearly pitying him and his ugly shirt.

Sure enough, when they’d returned to his dorm and examined the contents of his dresser, it was filled with clothes that were most certainly not his. The textures were all wrong and you confirmed that they were all garishly patterned.

With a low growl, Matt slammed the drawer of his dresser shut, making you jump.

“Hey, it’s ok, we can just ask Foggy to put your stuff back!” You reasoned, placatingly.

Shaking his head with a snarl, he clenched his fists. “Oh no. This means war.”

You gulped, not finding an ounce of sarcasm in his words. If you were Foggy, you’d be begging for forgiveness about now.

The next couple weeks passed in an agonizing blur of lengthy readings and lonely work shifts. Matt and Foggy had doubled down on their efforts to out-prank each other, and it was beginning to take its toll on their relationship.

As the weather turned chilly and fallen leaves began to carpet the ground, you were finding it difficult to be in the same room with the two of them. After the wardrobe incident, Matt had sulked for two days, refusing to hang out with Foggy until he'd had his revenge. Armed with a box of hot pink hair dye and a few permanent markers, Matt was sure he'd be able to make Foggy look as ridiculous as those shirts made him feel. If your shocked reaction was any measurement, he'd say the effort succeeded.

Of course, Foggy rewarded this behavior with a prank of his own. Finding and removing his formerly pristine school supplies from mounds of loose Jello had been a horrendous sensory experience that Matt NEVER wanted to repeat. That was approximately 4 days ago and Matt was STILL finding dried bits of lime jello in his pen caps.

The two continued to trade practical jokes, currently locked in a battle of removing each other’s furniture. He was still working on his most recent prank at your next study group session. With the help of a floormate, Matt had been able to move Foggy's desk, chair, and mattress to the roof of the dorm. Sweating profusely while he heaved the plastic covered mattress up the last flight of stairs, he didn't hear you approaching.

“Whatcha doin'?“ You asked cautiously, taking in the manic determination on full display.

”Pranking...Foggy.” He managed. Fuck he needed to hit a gym.

“Well, that was a given. Do we think that this is still within the realm of friendly teasing? Or...”

“He can sleep on a bed...when my stuff...stops smelling like it's made of fucking fruit.”

“Hmmm. Ok. I'll be in your room then.” You replied, your words tinged with a disappointment that Matt wasn't anticipating. It irked him, pulling at his stressed consciousness uncomfortably. How come you hadn’t shown the same reaction when Foggy had moved his things across the hall a week ago? Shrugging off the guilt he felt, he mustered up the strength to shove the mattress up to its destination.

Huffing breaths as he shuffled down the stairs to you, he couldn't shake the lingering irritation that your tone had implanted in his psyche. You were sitting on folded legs in his bed, textbook open in your lap.

“Ready to study?” You questioned, not glancing up from the text.

“Depends, am I going to get a lecture?”

“On intentional torts? I'm not an expert, but I can definitely try--” Your innocent tone did nothing to soothe his growing frustration.

“That's not what I meant and we both know that.” He bit out, “If you have a problem with it, you can just say so, I'm not made of glass.”

“There's no problem, Matty.” Your heart stuttered and his anger sparked.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed, pacing in front of you.

“I don't know what's up with you and Fog, that's your business, this just seems...extreme, Matt.”

“He took my clothes, that wasn't 'extreme' to you?”

“I didn't say that! I'm just saying this isn't an effective way to communicate that you weren't comfortable with him touching your stuff.”

Rolling his eyes, Matt yanked the door open. “On second thought, I think I'm good with this chapter of torts. I'll see you in class next week.”

“Matt,” He couldn't bear to focus on you, your rapidly crumpling body language, the lump of emotion in your throat.

“Please. I don't want to lose another friend.” He pleaded.

Sighing in defeat, you closed the book and left without a word.

Matt breathed shallowly, matching his inhales to the pattern of your retreating steps as he cursed himself for turning you away. Setting his jaw, he swiped away a drop of moisture from his cheek and set off for the stairs.

It was hours before Foggy got home, out with a group of students from his Modern Dance class. Walking carefully into the dark room, he flipped on the lights and hunkered down on his bed, stripping off his dirty socks before opening his Property textbook.

“Hey Matt, have you started on the Property essay yet?” He asked the stiff lump of a man who lay in his own bed facing the wall.

“No.” Came the gruff response of his surly roommate.

“Shit, I was hoping you'd have started with our jitterbug so I could mooch some tips off you two geniuses.”

Matt didn't so much as snort in response to the bad joke. Instead, he abruptly rolled over and snatched his cane from its place beside the door.

“I'm going for a walk.” Matt remarked, icily.

“Oh, uh, ok did you want—”

“No.” Shutting the door firmly on his way out, Foggy blinked at his shadow as it disappeared.

“Goodnight to you too, I guess” He scoffed, turning back to his assignment with a roll of his eyes.

Setting your jaw, you blew out a breath and knocked on the door. When you received silence in return, you rolled your eyes and knocked with more vigor. “Matthew, Franklin, I know you’re in there!”

A very apprehensive Foggy appeared as the door slid open. Shoving past him and into the room, you gave a furtive smile. “Hello, how are you, I'm also well, thanks for asking.” You rattled off, collapsing into Matt's creaky desk chair.

Foggy was still hovering nervously by the door, avoiding your stern gaze, while Matt courageously pretended not to notice your presence--fingers running over lines of braille in a thick book. Folding your hands together, you plastered on a sardonic grin. “Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I would like to kindly request that you two get your shit together.”

Your blunt words and brash tone ignited defensiveness in them both. Foggy spluttered and Matt turned to face you with a look of indignation.

“What are you–” “We weren't–”

“Cut the crap.” You interrupted the pair, leaning against the frame of the chair and crossing your arms. “You want to fight with each other? Let a stupid prank war drive our group apart? Fine. But the least you can fucking do is grow some balls and tell me that yourselves. I'm tired of the sulking. So, what'll it be? Are we done?”

Both boys sat sheepishly in their own silence. Foggy kicked his feet as if he were a toddler on a swing, Matt looked like a kicked puppy—crimson blush glowing on his cheeks as he pushed up his glasses.

After several moments of hesitant silence, Matt spoke up. “We aren’t done.”

Nodding in relief, you jerked your chin at Foggy, “Fog, you agree?”

“Course I do! There’s no way I’ll graduate without the two of you. It’s in my best interests to keep you happy.” It was clearly meant to seem like a joke, but the way Foggy’s voice trailed off at the end made you tilt your head.

“Hey, you know that’s not true right? You’re plenty capable of doing this on your own!” Frowning, you watched as Foggy’s face crumpled before your legs were moving of their own accord, carrying you to his side as he turned his glossy eyes to his bedspread. “Hey, Fog, I’m serious!”

Running a hand along his shoulder, your heart split in two as fat tears slipped down his face.

“Fog, buddy, you’re so smart!” Matt chimed in, crossing the divide between the two beds and settling on the blond’s over side. Tugging Foggy to rest against your shoulder, Matt’s head stacked against yours atop Foggy’s blond hair–the three of you melding together into a stressed heap as the heightened emotions of the past week culminated.

“It’s true, don’t deny it.” Foggy lamented from his place on your shoulder, strands of his thick hair sticking to the glistening trails that ran across his blotchy cheeks. “I have no idea what I’m doing, I shouldn’t be here! Maybe my parents are right and I should drop out to work in the family store instead.”

“The hell you should! You’re just as capable of this shit as we are.” You assured him, rubbing a hand up and down his sweatshirt clad arm. “And you’re not the only one worried about passing. I freak out about that every day!”

“Yah, but you’re not the one who failed the Civil Procedure midterm.” The long haired boy sobbed.

You froze, second-hand anxiety rippling through you like a stiff breeze. Matt’s head lifted from yours and cocked towards his roommate. “Oh Fog, why didn’t you tell us?”

“You were mad at me and we weren’t hanging out anymore and–and–” The poor kid was bawling, fists clenching around the worn fabric of his pajama pants as feelings of terror and embarrassment welled up in his chest.

“It’s ok, bud, just breathe.” You soothed shakily, trying to model steady breaths for him. Sensing your intentions, Matt smiled encouragingly.

“That’s it, dude. You got it.” When the blond’s breathing evened, Matt nudged his shoulder gently. “I’m really sorry that I pushed you away. I was acting like a fucking middle schooler instead of being honest with you. Just know, you can always always come to me, even if we’re fighting.”

“Same here.” You added, studying Matt’s blank eyes for a moment, “That goes for both of you.”

“Can we go back to being best friends now?” Foggy sniffled, pulling back to look between you and Matt warily.

“We never stopped being best friends, silly,” Pulling Foggy into a tight hug, you huffed a chuckle as he sighed in relief.

“Well, ya could’ve fooled me.” The words were muffled as Foggy continued to press his face into your cardigan.

The bed stirred underneath you as Matt shifted uncomfortably. Clearing his throat, you could see him building up the courage to confess, “I’ve never, uh, I’ve never really had…friends before.” Matt’s words were calculated, trying not to reveal too much anguish as he spoke. “I had a mentor for a bit, at the orphanage, but that was it. So, I’ll admit, I’m not the most…practiced at this.”

“That’s ok, Matty. We can teach you. Right, Fog?” Taking the raven-haired boy’s hand, you waited for the other’s assent.

He nodded viciously, swiping a hand over his damp face. “Of course.”

Squeezing Matt’s hand, you giggled. “You’re stuck with us now, Matty.”

With a satisfied grin, Matt threw an arm over Foggy’s shoulders. “Thank god. Who else will put googly eyes on all my stuff?”

Foggy smiled as you giggled, but his face quickly fell as you brought up studying again. “As for that test Fog, we can go through it together. There’s plenty of time until the end of the semester and we have two other exams. You can do this.”

“You think so?” Biting his lip, Foggy glanced between you and Matt.

“We know so, bud.” Matt promised. “We’re in this together. Right, jitterbug?”

“Ok, where is this ‘jitterbug’ nonsense coming from.” You scoffed, biting back a smile at Matt’s hearty laugh.

“Don’t ask me, Foggy started it!” Matt chuckled.

“Sure, pass the blame to the crying kid!” Rolling his eyes, Foggy elbowed Matt in the chest.

“You’re not even crying anymore!”

“You’re both deflecting!” You butted in, earning new excuses from both boys.

As the three of you argued, you remained a knot of limbs–shadows and pink rays of light dancing across your smiles as the sun set.

Thank you for reading!!

Bonus Content: the shirt referenced in Foggy's second prank!!

Taglist: @eugene-emt-roe@abbyhaslongshorts@mrs-bellingham@abucketofweird@yeonalie@jadeunstablexx@spider-murdock@0ctober-writes@danzer8705

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wallet6464 · 3 months

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DRAGON X MACHO (OR SPIN KICKS AS I HAVE DECIDED TO CALL THE SHIP) 🐉 💳

This will just be me rambling about them and head cannons and stuff!

First off, why do I ship 'em?

-I genuinely think it would be a fun paring with the contrast between the two

-they have been in TWO games together (macho being champ In both)

-I just think macho would like his fun boyfriend and would think he is super sweet and adorable

-dragon needs more love

How I think they would start dating:

-I think dragon had the most obvious crush on macho thinking he was super cool

-Heike wingmanned the whole time since he could talk to macho (being in the world circuit after all)

-they acc enjoyed each other a lot and decided to acc start dating

ANYWAYS REAL HEADCANON TIME:

(With examples)

-Dragon has autism and macho doesn’t understand any of it but he still is supportive (example:)

Smm “why do you only buy dragon stuff here babe?”

Dragon “Oh dragons are my hyperfixation”

Smm “what the heck is that? Oh well doesn't matter. Here is $5000, buy every dragon here! love you babe”

Dragon “I love you too 宝贝“

(Drawing this in comic form eventually lol)

-CONSTANT BEACH DATES

dragon doesn’t mind tho he just likes to hang out with macho and macho loves to show him off and teach him how to surf (plus dragon gets to show off his cool dragon leg tattoos which is another headcannon i need to draw)

-they watch reality tv together and dragon loves to hear macho talk about the show and relationships in depth

Smm: “ that big Ed dude where do I start on HIM!”

Dragon: “um tell me his most infamous moment 宝贝”

Smm: *queue 90 day fiancé rant*

-dragon is spoiled rotten by macho, like down right decomposed rotten. dragon even mentions smth he wants and it’s his the next day

Dragon: “OMG THAT IS SO COOL” (probably a dragon figure)

Smm: “OMG YEAH BAE That’s so radical”

(already buying it on Amazon prime WITH next day delivery)

-like only Heike and soda know even though it’s really obv if people thought about it (and tbh if you asked macho he would so flex his “radical partner” or if you asked dragon he would gush about how amazing macho is as a boyfriend )

-GYM PARTNERS!!! Dragon helps macho on leg day and vice versa. Each of them are each other's spotter and motivate each other during sets.

Smm: “ PUMP IT BABE!! YOU GOT IT!!”

Dragon: “Focus 宝贝! I know you can do it!”

-dragon will climb on machos back randomly (he needs to be swears)

-Macho does Q and A live streams with dragon JUST off screen and ignores questions about him (he does a lil trolling)

Smm: “Welcome to another TUBULAR stream from SUPER MACHO MAN RAHH!”

“Give yours truly some questions dudes and dudettes”

(And Dragon just be Reading diary of a wimpy kid in the background) (is that a self projection onto dragon? Yes, it was but I’m not wrong)

-They Have a shared Spotify account and a shared playlist and they both connect their headphones and do smth together!

-on there shares Spotify their playlists would be named by macho and have really fun names (eg:)

EPIC RADICAL TUBULAR BEACH VIBES (macho’s personal playlist)

THE BAES TOTALLY SICK PLAYLIST (Dragon’s personal playlist)

AWESOME TOGETHER WITH THE BABE PLAYLIST (self explanatory)

-macho sleeps in bare minimum Pjs and dragon wears a full on dragon onesie

-they cook together but macho had a home chef as a kid so he kinda bad at it so dragon helps a lot and they have fun!

-Dragon LOVES to share his favourite Chinese dishes and macho demolishes it ALL

-play Roblox together (macho always convinces him play the dress up games but they still have fun)

Smm: “UGH who does SHE think she is getting a higher rating then my GNARLY outfit!!!”

Dragon: “ Your outfit is my favourite so it wins in my eyes!”

Smm: “thanks babe let’s beat these bogus outfits!”

OK THAT'S ALL OMG THIS IS SO LONG BUT I'M LOW KEY DELUSIONAL ABOUT SPINKICKS

if you read this far, thanks for listening to my crazy rambling about my rare pair! I love 'em so much and expect more spinkicks content in the future!

#punch out #punch out wii #super punch out #super macho man #dragon chan #spinkicks #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH HELP #🐉💳

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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The Secret's Out Pt 3

Summary: Y/n makes the tough decision to relinquish her title. Fast forward 4 months when Y/n and Christian attend AEW’s yearly New Years party after keeping the pregnancy a secret. What happens when LuFisto shows up and promises to ruin Y/n’s life.

Word count: 1,882

*Warnings, swearing, stalking, crazy LuFisto* (Y/W/N means ‘your wrestling name’)

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Wednesday had finally came and I sat with Tony to discuss what our next plan was. He was obviously very happy for me and was understanding when I told him that I would need to relinquish the title. Since I was only a few weeks pregnant and wanted to try and keep my pregnancy under the radar for the moment we decided to play with the injury to my shoulder and relinquish the belt. I filmed a couple different promos all saying that I would have to relinquish the title. Within the promo I wore low waisted bell bottom jeans, a white crop top and some shades. I chose the outfit exposing my stomach because I knew there would be at least one person who would think I was relinquishing the title because I was pregnant. Although that was true and I had literally wrestled just a week prior to finding out the fans didn’t need to know that. I didn’t look pregnant and fans already knew about the injury so it’s not like I was completely lying to them. We just simply milked the shoulder injury, that's all.

The plan for this week was for Renee to try and ask me about how I was doing with my injury and I told her I didn’t want to talk about it. So it was revealed that next week I would be having an interview with her explaining my status. Which was the promo interview we filmed earlier on today.

I knew that soon enough people would start asking questions. Some of the talent knew about the baby but others didn’t. That being said those who didn’t know offered sympathy for the title needing to be relinquished which was quite annoying. The fakeness so evident, “Oh Y/n I’m so sorry about your shoulder” No you weren't, you are probably happy that there will be a new champ in town.

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This week had definitely been a weird one. Like planned, the backstage interview with Renee was aired this week on Dynamite. It felt weird, sitting at home watching it on tv not knowing if I was making the right decision. I had been advised to stay off social media for a few days by my friends. I had been stressed and sick for the past few days and didn’t need anymore stress. But the thing is it was boring, I was bored at home so obviously I looked. About 90% of the comments were positive, fans wishing me a speedy recovery and love. The other 10% was basically LuFisto and any other people she made believe I was still the bad guy here.

“I am so happy she is no longer the champ! She was an eyesore to see on tv. She deserved the injury she got” Those were some of the comments LuFisto left. Girl was on cloud 9 after finding out about my injury. I honestly found it quite funny.

Other than wrestling drama Christian and I went to our first doctor's appointment, Like promised he was going to be there for every second of it. Since he had already done this once before he was more calm than I was. I was nervous but everything went well. The doctor told me that I was 6 weeks pregnant, I explained that I had my last match 3 weeks ago and the doctor said the baby was completely healthy. That was my biggest concern, I was worried since I had still been wrestling and training not knowing I was pregnant. At the appointment I also found out what caused the pregnancy in the first place. It turned out that the prescription I was on for my shoulder injury had canceled out my birth control. I didn’t even know that was possible but it made sense because I was taking my birth control religiously. When you are not using contraception and are in a relationship with a freak like Christian Cage, getting pregnant can happen very easily. In fact 7 weeks with my birth control not being effective would do the trick.

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Four long months had passed since I had to relinquish my title. I was now five months pregnant and was visibly showing. The winter months had allowed me to get away with my growing bump. Sweaters and jackets helped me to get around unnoticed but now I was tired of keeping it a secret. Within the months we told our friends and family, all of which were happy for us. I spent most days at home with Isla who was excited to be a big sister even with the 10 year age gap. Tonight was a new years party for AEW and the first time I would be showing off my bump. “Are you ready to go?” Christian yelled from across the hall. I was struggling to get my boots on with the growing bump in the way. “Almost, just give me a minute” being pregnant was a lot of work. Craving weird combinations and the constant sickness was exhausting. Luckily I had Christian by my side who was willing to go to the store late at night for my insane requests.

“Do you need some help?” Christian asked me as he came to see what was taking me so long, finding me struggling with the boots. “Yes please” He bent down and gently slid the knee high boots on, placing a delicate kiss to my thigh before zipping them up. “What would I do without you?” “Well for starters you wouldn't be pregnant and would still have your title” “Are you being serious right now?” That was not funny

As Christian and I approached the venue I grew anxious, there would be media at the event and I already knew what people would be saying about me behind my back. “Hey, there is nothing to be worried about, alright. I am not going anywhere. I will be by your side for the whole night. If anyone even dares to try anything-” “Christian” I cut him off, he knew I was nervous and although he would never admit it I knew he was too. I remember the hate we got when people found out about Christian and I dating, so I could only imagine what it would be like when they found out I was pregnant with his child.

Christian wore a gorgeous black suit to the event and I wore a black knit dress that hugged my curves perfectly, along with velvet knee high boots. As we entered the venue we were greeted with black and gold decorations. The entrance had a big foyer which had big mirrors. Somehow I convinced Christian to take a photo with me. I took the mirror picture with Christian behind me, one hand on my bump and the other on my ass. I took the image and posted it on instagram with the caption ‘Mum and Dad’, I wanted the world to see my post before the ones from the media outlets. With that I turned off my phone wanting to enjoy the evening with Christian.

When we exited the foyer into the main building where the party was being held I could feel heads turn. Many shocked faces, it was making me uncomfortable but I promised myself I would stay for the whole event even if I felt like I was not welcome. “Ahh, I can’t believe you’re here” Of course Kris was the first to greet us at the party. “I can feel the stares” I told her. “Well I mean you disappeared for 5 months and showed up pregnant” She was right, only our close friends and family knew so obviously people would be shocked.

Many wrestlers came up to me congratulating me with the pregnancy. They all seemed to be happy for me or at least they pretended to be. Eddie Kingston had been upset that I did not tell him I was pregnant. Although he’s great, the guy can’t keep a secret. Christian and I spent some time chatting with our friends and trying the many treats they had before the hard part, the media. As promised Christian didn’t leave my side, we had taken many pictures with everyone before needing to do interviews. Most of the reporters were rude, asking inappropriate questions that made Christian and I uncomfortable. Christian answered the majority of the questions while I tried my best not to lose it. Pregnancy makes you very hormonal and I was trying to not let it win. “So Y/w/n” I had zoned out “You are pregnant, what does this mean for your career?” That was the 5th time tonight a reporter asked me that question “Well, just because I am having a kid it doesn’t mean I’m done with wrestling. I am planning to return to the ring as soon as possible and become a 3X ROH world champion” Just as I began to say something else I felt my stomach drop. I watched LuFisto start walking towards me. “How is she here?” I turned to Christian to make sure he was seeing what I was seeing and boy did he see it. “Get behind me!” Christian told me as I watched LuFisto charge at me. What was that woman’s problem, she was screaming and yelling at everyone that stood between us. “I am going to make your life mistable Y/n. You ruined my life so I am going to end you” I didn’t even know what to say. This girl had serious issues and I honestly felt sorry for her.

I stood behind Christian as I watched the crazed woman get escorted by security out of the building. Soon after Christian and I left the event. When we got home I broke down, crying into Christians arms. I just didn’t get it, even though I was one of the biggest heels in AEW I was a nice person in real life and everyone knew what. It had been almost a year since LuFisto had been released by AEW and she still hated me.

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It had been a few days since the incident at the new years party. The media always had made things worse but for once it was playing in my favor. The video of LuFisto trying to attack a heavily pregnant woman had gone viral. Christian and I were one of the biggest couples in pro wrestling and people could see how genuinely happy we were with each other. People felt bad for the hate and soon enough LuFisto would get blacklisted from several other promotions after news came out about her attacking people at a local indie show.

This whole situation had been stressing me out, I woke up in the night in a cold sweat. Nightmares disturbing my much needed sleep, I was anxious all the time. Scared to be left alone, scared someone would break in and try to hurt my babies. All of this had become too much to handle and soon enough Christian would flip. He was tired of it and didn’t care if it ruined his ‘character’ he wanted to set things straight. I knew he was mad but I didn’t realize just how bad it was until it happened. My worst nightmare came true…..

#bullet clubs bitch #aew smut #all elite wrestling #aew #aew fanfiction #christian cage imagine #tnt champion #christian wwe #christian cage #christian cage gif #christian cage x reader #christian cage smut #christian cage fanfic #christian cage masterlist #christian cage aew

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benisasoftboi · 1 year

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Okay, so I watched the movie Spirited. It’s cute, and funny, and well cast. It’s got some really great sight gags. The costuming, props, set design people, they all deserve huge kudos, they did a great job. The musical numbers are very well executed. Ryan Reynolds is unsurprisingly incredibly enjoyable. It definitely should not have been two hours, should have been cut down to a tight 90 minutes, but that’s most movies these days. It also does that thing that’s been very popular in recent years, where it sort of speculates on the nature of good and evil and concludes it’s not a firm binary but a continuous series of choices, and then has our protagonists become Unambiguously Good People anyway. But I’m not, like, mad about it, it’s a feel good Christmas movie, and I liked it. I had a good time.

EXCEPT!

Writers. Comedy writers especially. I swear to god. Don’t do a musical if you’re not 100% committed to being completely sincere about it. I do not want to hear your meta jokes about how it’s sO wEiRd that everyone’s SINGING??? What’s up with THAT??? People who don’t like musicals will not be charmed and won over by it because people who don’t like musicals do not watch musicals in the first place. And people who do like musicals do not like watching a thing they enjoy get made fun of. These are jokes for no one.

(except the people who do like them because I know I know there’s someone for everything, but you still see what I mean about it alienating quite a lot of people right?)

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend is the only TV/film thing I’ve ever seen that properly pulled off musical-meta humour, and that is because Rachel Bloom obviously really fucking loves musicals. I don’t think you do, Spirited. A musical require earnestness, musical parody even more so, and you revealed to me in the first ten minutes that you do not have that. My heart is not warmed.

And the thing is, it’s completely possible to do a comedy musical, and also be all-in on the musical aspects. I’m not saying don’t do comedy musicals, I LOVE comedy musicals. Just be genuine about it! Challenge yourselves! I believe in you! And I seriously mean that, because I am not utterly afraid of sincerity! Try it! Have a go! Sincerity is really, really fun!

#spirited #spirited 2022 #spirited movie

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hcaivoices · 7 months

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PSA

So for the time being I unfortunately have to turn off my anon requests. It’s not that I particularly want to or anything but im just getting really behind on requests.

I want to be able to do everyone’s and I don’t want people to feel like they are forgotten or ignored. Im not trying to do that I swear!

Im happy to make these for you guys still though but I gotta work on what’s in my inbox right now. Plus I have a ton back log from my main account I still need to post. On top of that discord users requests are a priority.

Think of my discord as a patreon of sorts. They don’t pay me or anything but to me it’s like joining a subscription of sorts. They get access to the covers first, have the full library and I am suppose to be doing their requests first but with these stacking like crazy I’m having a hard time finding a balance. If I only do discord requests, that’s ignoring everyone on tumblr and if I only do tumblr requests I’m ignoring the discord. See what I’m saying?

Requests are not canceled and are not fully off. You can still send requests off of anon. I know I will just get less a day. I will announce when my requests are turned back on fully.

If there is a request you really really want and have already been waiting awhile consider joining the discord and dm me on there. Or dm me as a reminder. It is most likely burried in the 500+ requests I have somewhere in there.

If I made your request awhile ago on the discord and have yet to post it on tumblr there is a 90% chance I want to remake it for you. As my skills have improved and am unhappy with my earlier work and bots.

Ways you can still request:

Discord

Non anon asks

And dming here on tumblr.

Pleas don’t leave genuine requests in the replies of previous posts. Those are really hard for me to keep track of. If you’ve done that in the past please consider sending me a message if you would like your song.

#i will turn requests back on fully after i put a good dent in the ones i got now!

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danni-k · 1 year

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Doctor’s Visit

Based on what if things ended up differently for my favorite antagonist couple.

“Hellllooo nurse!” You hear as you look up from your desk. Looking down at you was this shaggy long haired man with honey colored eyes. Laughing you said, “Nah,�� more to yourself than him. He looked like the best bad decision you could make and you couldn’t afford to make one at work. “Damn at least I made you laugh do I get points for that?” He asked as he leaned down giving you a whiff of his cologne and and weed cementing hisself as a bad decision. He was cute though and it wouldn’t hurt to keep your options open for a little fun after you finish this rotation of shadowing. “You’re right 2 points for making me laugh and using a cartoon line,” you say smiling back up at him. “ I see you are a enjoyer of the great 90s cartoons, I like.” He said in his most snobbish aristocratic voice. Laughing you ask, “Can I help you sir?” Seeing that you were warming up to him he went in for the kill. “Your name and number will be nice.Also I’m here for my 3:30,” seeing the blank look on your face he added, “Hanma Suji, remember that I’ll have you screaming it after our date.”

“A little presumptuous are we? And no thank you it’s against policy to fraternize with the patients.” Keeping your eyes on the screen so you can try to keep an ounce of professionalism and not hurt his feelings by laughing in his face. Even if he wasn’t a patient that line would’ve turned you off of him. “Don’t worry I’m not crazy; I’m just here as part of my probation,” he said not realizing that wasn’t the part that caused you to decline his offer. Finishing up his check in you smiled nicely and let him know, “That’s not as big of a flex as you think it is. But I have you checked in.” He gave you one final cocky smile and a couple of finger guns stating, “And you’ve been checked out,” as he walked to the waiting room and took a seat.

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“Your 3:30 is here.” You say coming into the office. Your colleague was sitting in the armchair basking in the sun from the skylight. He turned his head to look at you complaining, “God why did I let you talk me into this?” Closing the door behind you; you walk over to the chair across from him stating, “Because Kisaki you made me do it last week.” He thought it would be more efficient if one of you focused on the paperwork while the other focused on the patients. It was also his idea that the one taking patients didn’t read the files so they couldn’t have any biases already made. Which was good but it also left you blindsided on what was going to happen until the last minute. Taking his glasses off Kisaki pinched the bridge of his nose he said, “I swear they weren’t this needy last week.” Of course he didn’t think it bad he was the one on paperwork, laughing you say, “Come on it can’t be that bad.” Rolling his eyes he looked at you stating, “”I almost had to call the cops on that couple that just left.

“It was the wife wasn’t it? I told you she seemed like she was overbearing and he looked like he was about to bust.” You asked sitting down in the other chair. “You wouldn’t believe it. He started unloading on her and then she started crying and beating on herself. She only stopped when I told her I would have to call the authorities.” Stories like this is why you wanted to be a therapist. Some of the things that people come in with beat out anything on tv. Already preparing yourself for the extra work you ask, “You gonna still send them to the house?”

“Yeah if she’s like that in front of me just think what she like behind close doors. Anyway what do you have for me?” He asked changing the subject. You almost forgot about the guy outside thinking about the drama that’s gonna happen when the cops do their wellness check. Pulling out your iPad you go into the notes that you had placed in his file and started your report, “He’s a handful. He says he’s not crazy and he’s just here because of his probation. Seems like the type to use humor to deflect, so direct questions won’t really work on him if your ask too personal a question. Also I would recommend recording the session I feel like if he sees you writing anything he’ll feel like he said something wrong.” You could see him deflating as you finished. You two have known each other for two years and you knew that as much as he wanted to just go through the motions he wasn’t going to let a challenge slip through his fingers.

“Ugh don’t you think you’d be better for this one?” He asked getting up so he can get the recording system set up. Using your best southern belle accent you state, “Not you trying to make me use my southern charm and feminine wiles on him.”

“You don’t think you could do it?”

“Oh I know I could but he already asked me out and I’m not trying to deal with that again.” You two didn’t get along for no reason, you could’ve easily cracked him at the front desk but it’s not your week to take patients.

“Not even if I said my leg was acting up?” Kisaki was in an accident as a kid that left him with nerve damage in his leg and caused him to walk with a cane on his bad days. You’ve seen him use his injury to get sympathy from professors to girls, as well as use it to garner trust from the younger patients, so it wasn’t going to work on you.

“Nope, get up and walk around for a bit.” You replied while finishing up the timetable for the next day.

“So mean.”

Giving him a bride hug around the neck you let him know that “You got ten minutes before I bring him in.”

“Fine.” He says as you walk out the room. Ten minutes later you knock on the door letting him know to get ready. As the door opens he hears a familiar voice calling back to you down the hall, “Are you sure about that date I know a good sushi spot? What’s up doc can we speed this along I gotta make sure I get out before that nurse of yours before she leaves.” Not being able to help himself Kisaki utters, “Holy shit.” Like a ghost from his past he sees the only person he would ever consider a friend. His hair is longer but there is no mistaking the “sin” and “punishment” tattoos on his hands.

Now Hanma was use to word getting around that he’s a hard time, this is the 5th therapist he’s been to since he’s gotten out five months ago, but that’s not usually the reaction he’s gotten from just walking in; laughing it if he jokes , “That’s not very professional doc. Fuck…” looking up he sees the reason he’s been in prison for the past 12 years. All those years Kisaki never thought he’d see the one person who saved his future. Hanma had owed up to two murders and said he wasn’t involved to prevent him from going to prison. Anyone else he would’ve had to trick into taking the charges but he took the blame for everything.

“It’s you.”

“Long time no see Tetta.”

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Too Far Gone - Part Forty Nine

A/N: I intended on this being mostly fluff and it mostly is. It's also somewhat of a filler chapter that could have been added to the next one, but I thought it worked best this way!

Warnings: A grumpy toddler who has a temper tantrum, an equally grumpy father who has no patience for said toddlers temper tantrum, a couple swear words – including a toddler who repeats the swear word, mentions of drinking (kinda?) and that’s it I believe. Let me know if I missed anything.

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Word Count: 6600

The day started like any other. Tia woke up and had a quick shower. She gave her hair a refresh, some dry shampoo followed by a quick comb through. She applied a light layer of foundation, concealer, mascara, and blush to her face. She made herself a smoothie and as the coffee began to drip, she started on breakfast. She had the fruit cut and yogurt out when Taylour’s tiny body ran into the back of her legs and his arms wrapped around her thigh.

“Morning Mommy,” he smiles up at her, his dark brown hair sticking up in every direction.

“Morning Taylour,” Tia cards her hand through the mess of curls. “How are you my handsome boy?”

“Good,” he coyly giggles, burying his cheek against her leg.

“Breakfast is ready, you hungry?”

“Yes Mommy.”

“Okay, get in your chair.”

It was exactly like the morning before, hundreds before that. It was full of Taylour’s giggles and smiles, him animatedly telling her of his dreams or of his upcoming trip to St. Louis.

After breakfast, Taylour ventured into the living room and pulled out some toys and Tia put all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, she wiped down the table and counter and put away the uneaten fruit. Before the kitchen was even clean Taylour was begging her to go swimming, and it wasn’t long until the two of them were in the elevator riding down to the third-floor pool with their towels.

It was all very normal, except for one thing. Her line launched at 8am, and while Tia is excited to see how many orders come in, she doesn’t expect a crazy rush of sales. She is hopeful for a couple, enough to give her reassurance it was all worth it.

“Mommy look!” Taylour squeals.

Tia stands in the shallow end with water coming part way up her stomach. Her hair is pulled into a high pony, but through their time in the pool the ends are damp. Turning her head to the side she watches Taylour take a few strides and launch himself off the side of the pool, doing a 90° spin before landing in the water. A few small kicks and Taylour’s head pops up over the water line with a large grin pressed to his face. “You see my spin Mommy?”

Tia lets out a soft laugh. Of course, she saw, just like she saw the last ten spins he had to show her, just like she’ll see the next thirty or so. “Yeah, baby I did.”

“I’m going to do it again!”

“Okay,” Tia laughs again. “Make sure you use the stairs.”

“Ok Mommy.”

She carefully watches Taylour flutter in the water, small kicks accompanied by his arms somewhat flailing as he moves towards the steps. Normally he would wear water wings but at the end of summer Auston bought a house in Arizona, and this house comes with a pool, a pool that does not have a fence around it. Up until now, Taylour hasn’t had unlimited access to one, the only way for him to swim was if someone took him to the pool in their buildings. Come this summer Taylour could slip outside undetected, and in the event something happens they both want him to know what to do. That’s why once a week he has swimming lessons and the two of them have been making an effort to get him swimming a couple more times a week.

“Ready Mommy? I’m going to go backwards this time!” He yells as he climbs up the stairs.

“Backwards?” A familiar voice calls out from behind them. “That sounds cool!”

His head whips towards the door and his eyes beam brightly. “Daddy!” With a few strides, Taylour jumps and Auston catches his dripping wet body. Auston stands up and swings him, Taylour’s legs swaying side to side, holding the other tight.

“Hi Taylour.”

“You swim too?” He pulls back to look at his dad, the smile on his face somehow continuing to grow.

“I don’t have a bathing suit here.”

After a horrible game where he not only was kept off the scoresheet and the team lost 8-4, Auston was in a crappy mood. When the teams plane touched down in Toronto and Auston saw the picture Tia sent of Taylour in his bathing suit, he knew exactly where he was going. He didn’t bother stopping for a bathing suit or messaging Tia to see if it was okay for him to interrupt her day. He needed to see him, and the dripping curls and goofy smile did not disappoint.

“Okay. You want to see my spin?” Excitement radiates off him, relatively unbothered by Auston’s response.

“Of course, I do.”

Auston places a kiss to Taylour’s cheek as he lets him back down on the concrete. His blue sweater has dark splotches scattered around from their hug – the air is warm enough in there it shouldn’t take long to dry.

Three seconds later Taylour is once again at the edge of the concrete, his little toes dangling over the edge, and he crouches ever so slightly with a playful grin on his face. Following a final glance to Tia and then to Auston, he jumps and spins, water splashing up around him.

“That’s the best spin I’ve ever seen,” Auston tells Taylour when he emerges from the water a few seconds later.

“I’m gonna do it again,” he quickly informs them.

Auston chuckles and moves to the edge of the pool. He removes his air force ones and tucks his socks inside, then pulls the bottom of his plain grey trackpants up, above his knees. He sits on the edge and drops his feet into the pool, water stopping part way up his thighs. His hands reach out and grip the edge of the pool surround, his expensive Rolex glistening with the light.

Tia wades through the water and stops beside him. She puts one elbow on the concrete beside Auston but keeps her body facing the pool, keeping a watchful eye on their energetic three-year-old.

“How are you doing?” Having seen the highlights on TV she already knows the answer.

Auston slowly moves his feet around in circles watching the water ripple, and proceeds to let out a loud, defeated exhale. “I’m alright.”

“That’s the least convincing anyone has ever been,” she laughs, and glances at him.

With a soft shrug, he sighs out a ‘yeah.’

“It’s just one game, you can’t expect to win them all.”

“No, I know.” He sighs again.

“Mommy! Daddy! Watch this,” Taylour calls their attention.

The two of them draw their gaze to him, and once he sees they are looking he jumps into the pool. When he emerges with his curls, soaked and pressed to his forehead he chuckles. “Did you see that?”

“Yeah we did,” Tia responds.

“Super cool jump,” Auston chimes in, laughing at his enthusiasm.

“I’m gonna go again,” he is quick to tell them, making his way to the stairs.

“So, is the ‘watch me while I do this basic task over and over again’ his new thing?”

“Yup,” Tia pops the P. “Just be happy you missed the first dozen or so.”

Noticing some of her bangs are damply clinging to her cheek, he softly brushes them behind her ear. “How are you doing?”

“I’m…” she hesitates slightly, unsure how to explain everything she is feeling, because she is feeling it all.

Excitement and pride because her line finally launched. Worry over what may come– what if she underestimated herself and becomes overwhelmed? How will she manage her time? But the biggest worry of all, what if it it’s a complete failure? What if she never sells anything? This isn’t something she’s wanted for the last few months; she has spent years dreaming of it and countless days working towards making it all possible.

She actually thought the hard part would be the designing and making of the clothes, but over the past few weeks she’s learned that while it’s more time-consuming it’s not the most difficult. The hardest part has been the photoshoots, keeping up with social media posts, and trying to get the website operational.

It wasn’t easy, having to schedule multiple shoots because there wasn’t one day that worked for everyone - a side effect of using her friends and not hiring models, but one of the things she wants to achieve with her line is authenticity and inclusivity. One of her least favourite things about the fashion industry is the lack of inclusion. That a size six in one line is a size ten in another, and most brands stop at size 16, the common barrier from straight-sized to plus-sized. She hates that brands claim to offer both plus and straight sizes but will limit the styles or change the selection for plus sized buyers. The worst part about it is it’s largely accepted across the industry.

One of her teachers basically told them that someone who wears a size 24 shouldn’t wear the same clothes as someone who is a six 6 and the best solution would be to make a dedicated plus-sized line. This idea infuriated Tia and actually led to a debate in the middle of class. Tia sees no reason why people of different sizes can’t look just as beautiful in the same dress or top. Sure, she’ll have to engineer the top a little more to provide the right support and coverage, but as someone who would be classified as slim with a chest many consider disproportionate to her frame, Tia is no stranger to that idea. She has been buying shirts and dresses one size up just to have enough fabric to add in support and still provide coverage, then she’d take in the fabric to fit her torso.

With that said, Tia is not having a plus-sized line, her entire line will be size-inclusive. Everything she designs will be available in every size and the website has the option for women to enter their cup size so she can make sure the finished product will be flattering for their figure. Everyone told her it was insane to aim that high in the beginning, Celeste called it ‘a disaster waiting to happen’ and told her to build up her brand and then expand, but Tia stuck to her guns. She can’t wait to make a line that everyone can fit into and feel confident and beautiful.

So, on top of combing through the hundreds of pictures to make sure everyone is represented she has been building her social media presence. Multiple Instagram stories and daily posts with sneaks or countdowns. At first the views were low, then a certain hockey player shared a story and Tia watched the views and followers spike, and then spike some more. She knows most of the followers are fans hoping for personal posts and a glimpse into her life (and there was one story Becks made her put up and saved it as a highlight that received a lot of replies) but Tia has no intention of using this page for anything other than clothes.

“I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Auston howls. “That’s the least convincing someone has ever been.”

“I know,” now it’s Tia’s turn to sigh. The only good thing about stressing over her line is she has been so busy that feeling she had prior to the Gala hasn’t come back.

“I don’t know how I’m doing, I’m all over the place.”

“Daddy!” Taylour grabs at the back of his shins and floats in front of them. “Want to see me spin?”

Auston once again laughs. He bends over and slips his hands under his armpits and pulls him from the pool, further drenching his clothes. “I always want to see your spins,” he tells him with a kiss to his cheek.

“Kay,” he giggles.

Taylour fumbles out of Auston’s embrace and leaves a trail of water droplets on the pool surround until he is positioned at the edge. He glances to his parents, making sure he has their undivided attention, then once again launches himself in the air. He does a small spin and crashes into the water, water erupts around him and a few seconds later he emerges with a large, proud grin.

“Super cool,” Auston says dryly, making Tia smirk. “So,” he gently nudges her with his knee, and drops his voice to be too quiet for Taylour to hear. “How many more spins do we have to watch?”

“Swimming is his favourite thing behind puppies, he won’t be want lunch for a few hours, I’d say a while.”

Auston’s face scrunches slightly. He came here to spend time with Taylour, and if he is enjoying himself then there really isn’t a need to stop, but Auston would rather not spend the next 3 hours sitting at the edge of a pool. Maybe it’s selfish of him to want to spend time with son but not if he has to watch him repeat the same thing over and over, but Auston just isn’t in the mood for it.

“Taylour, want to go to the aquarium?” He offers, knowing the only way to pull him away is with another fun activity. And it worked, less than five minutes later they were in the elevator.

The three of them spent the next few hours at the aquarium.

Taylour pointed out every fish that looked like Nemo. And every fish that looked like Dory. They spent almost an hour on the moving sidewalk going to the end of the underwater tunnel only to walk back to the beginning for Taylour to do it again. He fed the stingrays and attentively watched as divers went into “Dory’s tank” and pleaded with his parents to let him join. He whined and stomped his feet when they said no, but his mood quickly changed when they took him to the cafeteria for lunch.

It was almost 2 when they left. Auston drove to their apartment and Tia quickly ran upstairs to get her laptop and bag. Mondays – the day with only one class that happens to be at 3pm. Normally Taylour would spend the few hours in daycare, but with Auston’s arrival the two of them decided on a midafternoon movie.

When Auston awoke a little while later he half expected a scene similar to Christmas, crayons on the wall or all his t-shirts ripped from the drawer. Instead, he found his son in the exact spot Tia used to fill. Wedged between him and the back of the couch, a hand on his chest and snores slipping through his parted lips. It was perfect, so perfect Auston didn’t want it to end. Naps had become a rare occurrence for Taylour, and naps and cuddles were all but obsolete, but when he saw the green LED numbers on the stove he realized it had to end.

4:37. They are late.

Tia’s class will be over in about fifteen minutes and his drive is going to take just about that, maybe a little longer depending on traffic. Fumbling to get his phone out of his back pocket, Taylour murmurs at the disruption, but doesn’t wake. Not even when Tia’s phone rings on full blast from the kitchen counter does he stir, which only makes it that much worse when Auston has to force him awake.

With a groggy and cranky Taylour, it takes a bit longer than normal to get out the door. Auston told him to get his coat he whined. Auston said he needed his hat he complained. When he tried to put his boots on Taylour ran away and dramatically collapsed on his bed. Auston retrieved him from his bedroom and brought him back to the door, once again telling he needed to put on his boots.

“I don’t want to,” he cries. Crossing his arms over his chest he huffs and stomps his foot, fully trying to emphasize his displeasure.

“We’re going to get Mommy from school.”

“No. You go, I stay here,” he pulls off the toque and drops it on the floor.

“Taylour,” Auston lets out a heavy exhale. He doesn’t want to be frustrated with his son over something so ridiculous but evidently Auston is still deflecting. He puts a boot beside Taylour’s left foot and grabs his knee, thinking that if he starts to lift it Taylour might just give in and let it happen. He doesn’t.

“DADDY NO!” Taylour screams at him.

“Uuuurrrraaaaaggggghhhhh!” Auston groans loudly as he picks Taylour up and shoves car keys into his pocket. At this point he doesn’t care, whatever he is going through apparently Taylour is going through worse and he just can’t deal with it. The door slams heavily behind them as Auston grits his teeth, using every ounce of willpower to keep his composure.

“Want to hit the button?” Auston offers.

“No.” Taylour’s face pinches. Normally he HAS to be the one to do it. Right now, he has no interest in anything and that includes being held. He squirms in Auston’s embrace and whines every time he isn’t strong enough to break free. But what did he expect with a hockey player father?

“You don’t want to wear boots you don’t get to walk,” Auston tells him, exasperation heavy in his voice.

“No Daddy!” Taylour cries out, dramatically kicking his leg into Auston’s kidney.

“No Taylour,” Auston firmly tells him. He grimaces after a knee finds his ribcage but manages to tighten his grip.

When the doors open and the cold air kisses their cheeks, Auston thought Taylour would change his mind. That he would recognize the cold and want Auston to protect him from it. Or at the very least he would settle down. Boy was he wrong. With the cool air on his face, Taylour felt free. Regardless of if he has boots or not, he wants to walk. And when Auston doesn’t let him, Taylour’s mood turns from annoyed to a full fledge meltdown.

His arms are flailing and he’s trying to throw his weight around, almost forcing himself out of Auston’s grip. His mumbles and whines have evolved into loud ear-piercing shrieks right in Auston’s ear drum, drawing the gaze of others in the parking garage. But it’s when Taylour’s hand hits Auston’s face – not hard but the force behind it is irrelevant – has he had enough.

Auston stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the lane and turns to his son. “We don’t hit!” Auston doesn’t raise his voice but Taylour senses the tone and for a second settles, but as quickly as the break came it returns, louder than before and is accompanied by yet another to Auston’s neck.

“Fine!” Auston is at his limit. He sets him down on the very cold concrete and motions for him to move. “You want to walk, walk.” He keeps his hand tightly wrapped around Taylour’s. After a few steps he feels the dead weight of Taylour collapsing to the floor.

“It’s cold!” He cries out. Lying on the concrete, shoeless, Taylour lets one hand repeatedly smack the concrete as his other arm is fully extended to hold Auston’s hand.

“Oh my fucking god,” Auston mutters, then bends down to be closer to his level.

“DADDY!” Taylour wails. The dam lets loose and a flood of tears come barreling from his eyes.

“Want me to carry you to the car?”

“Uh-huh,” Taylour can barely speak, tears rippling down his cheek.

“Are you going to hit me again?”

“DAAAADDY I’M COLD!” He screams, loudly while throwing his hand back against the concrete.

Auston notices the people walking by. Some are unphased by the behaviour, others have sympathetic smiles – likely parents that have been in similar situations, but he can’t focus on them because a white Honda civic squeals to a stop a few meters away. The driver, blaring music until the ground vibrates, sits for only a second before pressing their horn, drowning out Taylour’s cries.

Auston isn’t going to let Taylour up without addressing what happened. Sure, he is a tired three-year-old but that doesn’t mean he can hit and picking him up all but excuses the behaviour. Another blast of the horn erupts and this time Auston snaps his gaze to the driver, a young twenty-something wearing a raptors ballcap and what appears to be a Ryerson letterman jacket glares back, motioning for him to move. When no attempt is made, the horn blasts for yet a third time – longer than the previous two.

Auston caves. Not because of Taylour, but because the last thing he needs is some sort of altercation in Tia’s parking garage. He picks Taylour up, who apart from having glossy eyes and puffy cheeks, is now wide-eyed with fear from the loud noise. Auston sets Taylour on his hip, and he burrows his head into his shoulder, rubbing his face roughly against his jacket and sniffles.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Auston glares at the driver when he takes a step back to make space. Not that they needed it, there was enough room for them to get by.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Taylour repeats, making Auston want to rip out his hair. As if the last twenty minutes wasn’t bad enough.

The drive was slow. Full of red lights and car horns. Already late to leave the parking garage thanks to Taylour’s antics, the traffic only stressed Auston out more. He tapped his fingers furiously against the steering wheel with the radio off, listening to Taylour repeat “fucking ridiculous” every seven seconds. Auston is ready for today to be over.

He wasn’t even sure if Tia would still be waiting. It’s freezing outside - a frigid and howling wind dropping temperatures below -20°C – it wouldn’t shock him if she ventured to the TTC. But he said he’d pick her up and with no way to contact her he has to at least check. He hoped she wasn’t waiting, but when he saw a small body on a bench with their hood pulled up over a toque, a scarf covering the rest of their face and hands tucked into their jacket, he instantly sighed.

“Sorry we’re late,” Auston starts to say as Tia climbs into the passenger seat, thankful he long ago turned on the heated seats.

“How was your afternoon?” She asks, pulling her hood and scarf down to reveal her face - nose and cheeks beet red from the cold.

“Fucking ridiculous,” Taylour announces from the backseat.

A stillness fills the air. Auston’s car is suddenly colder than the surrounding Toronto air. Tia’s grey and watered eyes turn toward Auston, widening in the process. Just as she is about to say something she notices his face and bites her tongue. His lips are pursed with a clenched jaw, and the crease in his forehead is deep. He looks broken.

“You okay?” She buckles her seatbelt in as Auston presses on the gas a little too hard.

“I love him…like a lot.” Auston white knuckles the steering wheel as his dark eyes remained trained on the road ahead. “But some days…” he pauses, not sure how to continue.

“I know,” Tia laughs sympathetically. “Every parent has those days.”

“It hasn’t even been a day, it’s only been forty minutes,” Auston remarks. “I don’t think I could do an entire day of whatever that was.”

“Alcohol helps.”

“Fucking ridiculous,” Taylour once again says from the backseat, this time with a hint of childish glee in his voice.

The two of them share a faint laugh. Auston’s coming from a place of frustration and Tia laughs purely at his misery. They don’t say anything else. Heat blasts through the vents and The Sheepdogs play over the speakers. Auston drives a little too fast and breaks a little too hard at every red light, his left foot tapping furiously on the floor mat. Every time Taylour uttered the words “fucking ridiculous” from his car seat Tia watched a vein bulge in Auston’s forehead and anytime she chuckled she worried it may pop.

By the time Tia’s building was staring back at them, Auston had already decided on ordering dinner. There was a second where he contemplated dropping them at the door and letting Tia deal with Taylour alone, instead, he stopped in front and said something about going to get dinner and drove off, not even waiting to make sure they made it inside.

He didn’t bother calling ahead to place an order. He walked in and placed the order to go. They told him it would be about a half hour, Auston found a seat and scrolled through Instagram on his phone. Once his food was ready he ventured to the liquor store for a six-pack and bottle of wine. He tried to think if there was anything else he needed to do to extend his time away and when he realized there wasn’t he slowly navigated the Toronto streets until once again parked in Tia’s garage.

When he walked down the hall juggling the alcohol on the salad and two pizza boxes – pepperoni for Taylour and vegetarian with pineapple for Tia - he half expected to hear Taylour screaming. And when he fumbled in his pocket for the key he was sure a blood curdling wail was going to be heard but it wasn’t, surprisingly, there was what sounded like a laugh muffled through the door.

“Faster Auntie Becks.”

Becks is on all fours with her glasses threatening to slip off the tip of her nose at any second with Taylour on her back squeezing a fistful of her sweater. She moves around like a horse, making a galloping sound with every movement.

“Faster?” Becks laughs trying to maneuver around the coffee table.

“Faster!” He giggles, a wide smile on his face and eyes bright and full of joy. “Faster!”

“Neigggggh.” Becks reaches around with one hand and puts it under his leg and presses onto her knees to mimic a rearing horse.

“Daddy!” Taylour laughs, “I’m a horse.”

That sweet and innocent laugh warms Auston’s heart, it always does and he’s so happy he decided to stay. His night at home would have involved drinking the six-pack alone, stewing and replaying the game, reliving Taylour’s meltdown, messaging Olivia after the fourth beer and going to bed still aggravated when nothing brought the relief he so desperately needed. Though it’s not instantaneous, that laugh always brings Auston to ease.

“I see that,” Auston grins and sets the food on the counter.

“Okay,” Becks exhales and starts to lower Taylour to the floor, but he quickly wraps his arms around her throat not ready to be done playing. “This horse needs a break, going to head to the stable for a bit.”

“Awh,” Taylour pouts.

“Your dad brought pizza for dinner.”

“PIZZA!” Taylour lights up. He is quick to slide off Becks and run to the table where Auston has already set down a plate with some food.

“Make sure you eat your salad too,” Auston tells him, handing him a fork.

“Mhm,” he nods with a mouth full of pizza.

Auston just shakes his head. He knows that every piece of lettuce will remain on his plate and in a half hour he’ll be asking for a snack.

“There’s lots of food if you’re hungry Becks.”

“Thanks.” She already has the box open and is sliding some onto a plate when she turns to him. “You have to talk to her.” There is an urgency in her tone that captures Auston's attention.

“Why?” He quickly stutters out. They didn’t talk a lot after her class, but she seemed fine. What could have happened in the last hour?

“She…” Becks trails off, considering if she wants to explain it all or let Tia do it herself, because Becks knows she will tell him. Even when Tia says she isn’t going to she does. “Just go talk to her. She won’t listen to me.”

“And you think she’ll listen to me?” Auston’s brows furrow and he lets out a laugh.

Becks nods and finally looks at him, then says firmly, voice full of conviction, “yes I do.”

Auston doesn’t know what sort of issue could have risen that only he can solve but the small sliver of hope he clung to that tonight would be easy and care free washes away. If her best friend – the person she chose to have in the delivery room with her – can’t help how can he?

Her door is barely open and there is no light protruding through the crevice. Besides Taylour telling Becks about his spins at the pool and the faint hum of cars 22 stories below, it’s completely silent. He doesn’t know what to expect, Tia locked in the bathroom crying, curled up under her duvet, pacing frantically, all he knows is he hasn’t felt this much apprehension to open a door in months.

With the streetlights pouring through the window Auston makes out Tia sitting on the edge of the bed. She has on the same clothes she wore to class and her hair is pulled back, the ends curled and full of fly-aways since getting wet in the pool. Her feet rest on the floor and her shoulders appear to be harboring a weight. There is a slow blue blink from her phone that reflects off the white duvet.

“Hey T.” Auston shuts the door behind him, drowning out Taylour’s excited chatter. He walks around the room and stops at one of the bedside tables and flicks on the lamp, making her blink at the intrusion.

“Hey Auston,” she sighs, and gives him one of the hollowest smiles he’s seen in ages. It’s clear she’s upset but it doesn’t look like she has been crying.

“What’s going on?” He fills the space beside her, his knee gently leaning against hers. “You seemed to be enjoying my misery an hour ago.”

“I wouldn’t say enjoying,” she corrects him, but Auston notices the way the corner of her lip curls upwards.

“Right,” Auston grins. “Well of the three of us you were the only one who seemed to be having a good afternoon.”

She nods. “I had a great day. I spent my morning with a soon-to-be professional diver showing me a bunch cool tricks. I had a grilled cheese and shitty poutine for lunch and was shown Nemo 600 times. I went to class where my teacher said things that I wrote down. I did have to wait in the cold a little for my chauffeur but that’s alright, I’ll just dock his pay.” At this point a playful smile starts to form on her face, only leaving Auston confused. “And to top it all off, I got to miss what I can only assume was a horrible tantrum by my three-year-old. Pretty good day.”

“So, we’re sitting alone in the dark becaaaause…” He drags out the last syllable for effect while giving her a soft nudge to prompt her.

“Because of this.”

Tia collects her phone and slides her thumb over the sensor then hands it to Auston. He takes a second to look it over, trying to make sense of the problem, but once again is only left confused.

“We’re upset because we had five orders today?” His face twists in confusion, noticeably puzzled as to what is wrong. Shouldn’t this excite most business owners?

“We’re upset because we had no sales today,” Tia corrects him with a little bite in her voice.

“But this says -”

“That’s Abby, that’s Sarah, that’s Emily, that’s Camille and Becks,” Tia explains, pointing to the corresponding e-mail in her inbox. I wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for them, I can’t charge them. I mean, maybe I could charge Camille because I haven’t known her all that long, but after everything Becks has done, I think her girlfriend can get a free sweater.”

“Okay...” Auston prompts her, still not seeing the real issue.

“Besides the free clothes I’m giving away, nobody else wants anything. Nothing. What’s the point in doing this if nobody buys anything?”

“Did you really expect to be an instant success?” Auston almost laughs, but the look on Tia’s face stops him.

“How many goals did you score your first game?” She claps back.

“Okay.” This time he does laugh. “That’s not a fair comparison.”

“Why? Because you’re Auston Matthews, born for greatness.”

Every word is coming out hotter and faster than the one before, and even though she knows he is only trying to help Tia can feel her defeat turning into rage. Not wanting to direct it at him solely because he is there, she stands up to make her exit to the bathroom where she will be alone, but he doesn’t let her. He quickly wraps his large hand around her wrist and tugs her back, pulling her right onto his lap.

Exactly like he did with Taylour, he wraps his arm around her waist and effectively traps her in his arms. Unlike Taylour, she doesn’t fight it, they both knew she wouldn’t. He smells faintly of cologne and her head finds the crook of her neck in an instant. She always was at home with him.

“No,” he tells her. “It doesn’t matter when I scored my first goal or how many I scored that night. Mitch didn’t score until his second game, Nylander took like a month and I’m pretty sure Freddie is still waiting on his.”

“Isn’t he the goalie?” Tia grumbles, unamused with his attempted humour.

“Yes.” He chuckles and gently tugs on her ponytail, tilting her head back so she can finally see his smile, because he knows she needs that. “My point is, it doesn’t matter when it happens just that it does.”

“What if it doesn’t happen? What if...” Tia takes a second to breathe. Then she clears her throat, trying to gather the courage to say the words she’s been too scared to think. “What if I don’t sell anything ever? What if this was all for nothing and I am a complete failure?”

“Not possible sweetheart,” the pad of his thumb gently soothes over the denim on her legs, slow rhythmic circles.

“How do you -”

Auston leans in and gently presses his lips to hers. It’s soft and his lips are slightly chapped, but it’s exactly what Tia needs to stop the carousel of thoughts from spinning her brain. It’s not full of heat or passion nor is it followed up with hands tangling in his hair or gentle moans catching in her throat. But it feels right.

“You’re going to change the world Tia,” he whispers when he finally pulls away. “I just wish you could see it.”

Tia hums in response, not entirely sure what to say. And Auston finally understands why Becks sent him to talk to Tia, he not only challenges her but make her see through her own idiocy. Even though he can tell she believes what he’s saying, he has this sinking feeling there is more than she is letting on. He knows her well enough to know she wouldn’t be this upset about her line after one day. Something larger is going on, this is a shield but Auston doesn’t have the energy to figure of to what.

“Sometimes I think you’re too good for me,” Tia sighs, a sweet smile finding its way to her lips.

“Sometimes I teach our son to say fucking ridiculous,” he replies while shaking his head.

“If that’s the worst thing he learns from us I think we did alright as parents,” she continues to smile. When she notices he isn’t she straightens her back and stares directly into those eyes golden that seem to have lost their warmth. “What’s wrong?”

“Sometimes I feel like I’m not a good dad.”

“You met mine right?” Tia jokes, hopeful to calm him but it doesn’t have the effect she hoped for. “Taylour loves you."

“He loves everyone. We were talking about St. Louis he told me he was excited because he loves Mitch.”

“Okay, who’s being ridiculous now,” Tia chortles. “You cannot for a second think he loves Mitch as much as you.”

“No, I know that, but I’m gone, a lot.”

It’s her turn to grab his jaw and keep him locked on her, knowing this isn’t just something he needs to hear but needs to see and feel. “You’re gone for work. And it’s not like you’re really gone, you FaceTime him multiple times a day.”

“What does it say about me, that I didn’t see him for two days and I almost ate dinner alone because I was mad he wouldn’t wear boots? My three-year-old was acting like a three-year-old and I was frustrated by it.”

“That just tells me you’re a parent,” Tia responds emphatically. “Do you honestly think there weren’t nights where I was happy to go to the club because I needed a break? Or that I haven’t eaten cake in the shower because I didn’t have to share?”

“No, you did not,” Auston’s eyes bulge out of their sockets and his jaw drops.

“Yeah it was like a year and a half ago. He had this phase where he didn’t want to leave me alone and if I shut a door he’d scream bloody murder. I missed class because I couldn’t leave him at daycare and if he woke up while I was at work my friends said he’d scream for almost an hour straight until he tired himself out. When I wanted to shower I’d bring him in the bathroom and set up Paw Patrol for him to watch. One day I had cake and I didn’t want to wait until he fell asleep to eat it, so I set up Paw Patrol and ate cake instead of showering.”

“What kind of mother doesn’t share?” Auston asks teasingly, not actually judging her.

“The kind of mother who deserved a piece of cake,” Tia replies, still waiting for a smile to reach his eyes. “My point is, we all have days. It doesn’t make you a bad parent, it makes you human.”

“Yeah.” He lets out a heavy exhale, one indicating he isn’t convinced.

“You’ve changed our lives Auston.”

Returning the favour, her lips land back on his and her fingers gently stroking the chain that dangles freely from his neck – the chain she gifted him in Zurich. Like the last one, the kiss is soft and short, barely enough time to realize what’s happening before it’s over. They aren’t meant to bring heat or lead them into bed together – they’ve been down that road and it only ever brought pain - but that kiss helps him to understand what she is saying.

It's strange to him how it works. That he doesn’t believe a word she said, but then he tastes her ChapStick and a weight lifts, bringing much needed clarity. Everything suddenly makes sense. It was ridiculous for him to think he was a bad father, or that Taylour would have been better off without him in his life. Taylour needs him, but more importantly Auston needs Taylour.

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m i n e | ahs murder house ; t.langdon

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** graphics made by me courtesy of pinterest + google image search. The list of prompts provided so generously by sxcret-garden -huge thanks, y'all please go check them out. Also, this one is more spooky/fluffy than kinky.**

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 ; 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 || conclusion.

Summary ;

--- (pt 3of 3 ) you switched schools, leaving LA for Maine. Tate let you go even though he didn't want to. But is it really over?. 90's/early aughts Med School Tate Langdon au. this one is for you bestie @tbmunson because without our talk this never would have come up and come out as well as it did.

Pairing ;

90's!CollegeGuy!MedStudent Tate Langdon x fem!reader

--- no physical description given beyond having female parts.

Warnings ;

--- minors, abso-fuckin-lutely not. In addition to the prior, murder house and his og backstory doesn't exist + tate langdon is not a ghost, but a med. school student, tate with a bit of a possessive side, angsty beginning, kissing and a handsy makeout, a drunk jerk follows reader out of a bar and is really gross/creepy, Tate saves the day, swearing... There's not really anything sexual here, but this is part 3 of my little reader series Anatomy, which is an AU for an AU I wanna write soon called unholy. The banner is different because this is a whole other version of Tate Langdon, who is at least 22 here.

Taglist ;

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A heavy chill hung in the night air already as you hugged yourself and hurried down the sidewalk and you’re mumbling every step of the way about small towns and their shitty parking situations. Because it’s a little after 10 pm, everything is starting to close for the night and the streets are nearly empty, save for a few people here and there. The emptier the streets get, the creepier it feels. It just doesn’t feel safe and this has you on edge. You’re just about to laugh at your own paranoia when the thought crosses your mind that while this is a small town, it’s not the one you grew up in. The one you left behind because of your ‘goals’.

,, It’ll never be home. I’m actually miserable and so home-sick it’s driving me crazy. Everything has felt wrong since I got here… To be fair, I didn't really want to leave in the first place... Things got too intense.. scary...” the thought comes and you shove it out again, focusing instead on the footfalls behind you. You stop at a corner two blocks away from campus to wait on the crosswalk and this is when you notice the guy who left the bar at the exact same time as you and you tense up all over.

He’d been kind of lurking near all night too, come to think of it. But because he never said anything to you and he didn’t try anything funny, you’d mostly ignored this. Until right now, this very second. Before you even realize it, you’ve managed to work yourself into a bit of a panic. The crosswalk signal lights up and you’ve never been more grateful to see it in your entire life. You rush across the street, digging around in the pocket of your leather jacket as you go, a frantic search for your keys and the mace canister you keep on your keychain because you’re not wasting any time in getting into your vehicle once you reach the lot you’ve parked it in.

The footfalls behind you are faster now, as if the guy from the bar is rushing to catch up to you. You manage to work up the nerve to glance back over your shoulder and your heart begins to beat like a runaway train when you see that the guy from the bar is catching up to you and he’s catching up to you faster than you like. In your distraction, someone stepping out of a diner and onto the sidewalk and just stopping there takes you by surprise and sadly, this is just enough for the guy from the bar to catch up to you. For a split second, you’re frozen in place. Blindsided by a scent so familiar, so comforting -and yet, one you know you can’t possibly be smelling right now, because the person it belongs to is back home. You left him behind to come here, try the whole college thing.

The scent doesn’t disappear, it’s lingering so heavy you almost tap the person on the shoulder, but then panic takes over again as the drunk stops in front of you and immediately, right into your personal space.

“T-there y-you are, pretty.. Pretty girl.” he drawls as he steps in even closer. His hand is lingering close to your hip. You grimace as the alcohol and cigarette on his breath is enough to nauseate you and makes you shrink away as much as you can. You place a palm down against his hoodie with every intention to shove him back and haul ass away and this is what you attempt to do, shoving past the person standing frozen on the sidewalk. You catch a whiff of that familiar scent all over again, but fight or flight has kicked in and you’re choosing flight. You take off at a blind run, shoving through the few people who remain on the sidewalk between this street and the next one, ducking down an alley only to hear footfalls right behind you.

“Shit. Fuck. Shit.” you’re out of breath by the time you turn down the next block and the parking lot you parked your car in earlier on during the night comes into view across the street. You can hear the drunk guy shouting at you but you pretend you don’t, every fiber of your being is focused on getting to your car and praying to God that just this once it’ll crank the first time with no hesitation. You make a mad dash across the street, a car blowing it’s horn at you as it has to stop and let you cross. You don’t care, you’re just focused on getting to your car and back to your apartment on campus. Away from the scary little situation you find yourself caught up in presently.

You’re so closer to the fenced in parking lot now. You’re tired from all the running, almost out of breath.

Commotion behind you as you stop to take a few deep breaths just beside the gate to the fenced in parking lot your car is parked in, it draws your attention and you glance over. The drunk from the bar is in a shoving match with someone and the more you stare, the more that someone looks like Tate. The man you didn’t want to leave behind in L.A. . It’s such a strong resemblance from behind that you have to blink two or three times. You shake your head at yourself and tear your eyes off of the scene in front of you.

The confrontation continues across the street at the corner and you make your way through the gate, glancing over now and then just to be sure that the drunk is still distracted.

The more you glance over, the more you find yourself thinking about Tate again. Wondering where he’s at, if he’s happy, what he’s doing right now. Missing him. Wishing that familiar scent you caught a whiff of just minutes ago was him and he was here somehow, because you know you’d feel so much safer.

Between the panic you’re currently in, trying to flee the unwanted advances of a guy who might not have just been some harmless drunk who happened to be near you all night long and who happened to leave the bar at the exact same time as you and being hit with deja vu in the form of the scent of a lover you left behind, you’re a mess. You nearly drop the keys to your car at least twice as you try to get the key in the door to unlock it scrambling to pick up the keys.

“Get out. See the sights, they said.” you exhale, your breath is shaky. You’re just about to get into your car when you hear someone shout your name and tell you to wait. Your head shoots up and you’re staring across the road as Tate Langdon makes his way across, at least two cars blowing the horn to which he responds with a middle finger.

You’re frozen in place. You blink at least three times and he doesn’t disappear. The adrenaline is wearing off and it’s being replaced by a stunned daze instead. Tate stops in front of you. “Forgot about me already?” he asks the question with a wounded pout, staring down at you intently. Stepping closer to you and removing all the space between your bodies. Melting into you as he buries his nose in the crown of your head. His hands are all over you before they settle on your hips and you wrap your arms around his neck, melting right back against him.

The shock is finally wearing off now. “T-tate?” you stammer out his name quietly and when you say it, he melts into you a little more, holding on a little tighter.

“It’s me.” Tate mumbles quietly, pulling away just enough so that he can look down at you.

“You’re the one who told me I was better off leaving… I…” you go quiet. Swallowing hard, fighting back tears. “I thought that meant we were done…”

“I can’t let you go. I can’t. Look, I tried, alright?” Tate’s hand settles against your neck and he crashes his mouth against yours. Your mouth falls open willingly and you’re clinging to him, whimpering into the deepening kiss when you feel his hand shift slightly, grabbing you by the throat to keep you in the kiss. His other hand catches in your hair, tangling up in it, tugging at it and before you can ask any of your remaining questions, you’re rubbing yourself against him, light-headed from a lack of oxygen but determined not to break the kiss because you’re afraid that the second you do, he’ll be gone and you’ll realize you imagined this somehow.

Tate is the one who breaks the kiss, doe eyes roam over you slowly. He chuckles and bites his lip. “Almost didn’t recognize ya with the wig and that outfit… Do I even wanna know why you’re dressed like that?” he’s nodding to the black and red/black plaid babydoll dress and the over the knee socks you’re wearing with combat boots and your favorite black leather jacket and a blonde wig.

“It is Halloween. I got dragged out to some stupid dive bar with my roommate, then she ditches me and goes off to fuck some random..” you’re pulling him closer to you by the belt loop on his jeans and you stare up at him, head tilted slightly. “H-how long can you stay?” you ask the question tentatively, because you’re terrified to hear the answer.

“I’m not leavin you again.” Tate mutters, pushing himself into you, putting your back against the brick wall near your car. You gulp and barely stop a whine from slipping out and he chuckles, grabbing you by the throat all over again, pulling you back into another deep kiss filled with longing as he uses his other hand to grab your thigh, raising your leg up to his hip. You wind up climbing into his arms, pinned between his body and the brick wall at your back. The kiss deepens and he gives just the slightest squeeze to your throat, pulling away so you can both breathe again, His hand remains in place as he mumbles into the kiss quietly, “You know you’re mine, right? And I love you. Wherever you are, I am.”

“Tate.. you were going to start that internship…”

“And I can do the same damn thing here. One good thing about that bitch I call a mother, she knows a lotta people.” he’s grinning as he says it and you study him intently, still trying to process having the only thing -or person, you’ve wanted back as he stands in front of you. For real, it’s not some daydream or some hallucination.

“You’re… You’re sure.” you ask, the bright grin already forming, making him grin with you. “This is the only thing I am sure about, kitten. Living without you has been hell, okay?”

You nod in agreement. “Do you have anywhere to stay?”

“Got a room at this little bed and breakfast near campus because I’m supposed to meet somebody to tour tomorrow.” Tate chuckles, biting his lip as he locks eyes with you. “Wanna come back to it with me? Let me show you how much I missed you?”

You whimper as you nod your head yes at him, melted against him as close as you can get. "Please, Tate? Take me back to your room?"

#90s/aughts!medstudent!Tate Langdon au #tate langdon #tate langdon imagine #tate langdon fanfiction #tate langdon x fem!reader #-> please read all warnings before reading.#<- female character ; vague description (female parts + outflit link+ mentions of blonde wig for a costume.)

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rianafying · 4 months

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was away from my phone for a day and it feels like i haven’t been on tumblr in ages.

it’s 2am rn, raining heavily, im enjoying this a lot. but i can’t help but feel overwhelmed by all the tasks that await me. just always, generally, in life. they’re not difficult to people, but they’re near impossible to me. i feel very scared very often. stability feels foreign and instability feels awful. cried a lot at the protest today, i can’t do protests they’re emotionally just too much for me. i’ve been daydreaming about falling in love. nobody in my mind, just generally, the idea of love. which is good i guess? it’s healthy to want it. i’m not as damaged as i had feared. but i really need to get a little more control over my life. drinking tea really helps with the nerves. gives me clarity. shuts down most of the chaos in my head makes it so that i can follow and complete one train of thought at a time. feels like a miracle drug but it’s just plain black tea, the cheapest most generic one i could find. crazy i know. i’ve been rewatching bridgerton. i really do love the show. and i have the fattest crush on jonathan bailey. embarrassing i know. it’s my guilty pleasure show. found some good music lately. new stuff. on repeat. added to my coming of age summer playlist. the age being 24. i can’t believe im going to be 24 soon and im so proud of myself not for anything i’ve achieved but instead for starting to let go of my obsession with achievement. there’s no good reason to torture oneself over never finding enough success under the horrible system that is capitalism. nothing is ever enough. makes me think of dc, when he said if you can, take my hand, i promise you’ll find love again, love again. very unrelated but also extremely related to my current situation. not soon though. i really hope it’s not soon. i’m enjoying my solitude. i swear the next time i do this whole love thing it’s going to be so different from anything i have ever experienced before. if there even is a next time. only time shall tell. i think time is the only thing can can be told and do the telling. i might be wrong, there might be a hundred other things. but. back to life as i know it today, i should sleep. i should shower then i should apply my medicine then i should sleep. i should also drink water. very very important. crazy how so much work is essential for the body to keep on living. and how it lets you know very aggressively when it has not had enough. food, sleep, movement, sun, medicine, and the list goes on. there’s so much stuff i need to throw out. so many people whose messages i have to reply to. i often forget because 90% of texting is just formality and roughly 10% is actual information exchange. i don’t think i’ve ever truly been missed by someone. my friends always say they miss me. i miss them dearly, but i can’t imagine being missed. like to think that they felt my absence and “missed” “me”. what a crazy world and what a lucky girl i am. at least in this regard. i wonder why hank and john have not spoken up about palestine. i wonder how anyone i have ever respected could stay silent while witnessing cruelty of this level. i’m not even a sjw or a particularly passionate activist. i don’t normally feel like everyone needs to care about something. but this? this is just. beyond. just beyond. everything. i worshipped hank and john. they taught me almost everything i know and i never thought i could ever be let down by them. yet here i am. learned my lesson about worshipping people. but what about god? god is so much worse, like asfsgshdjdkdldlflkkkl. it’s nearly 3am. i always do this. i always stay up too late the night before an important gig. it’s the over thinking that keeps me from peace. i’ll take some stevia w me to the studio so i can make my tea when im there! my brain.

i hope i don’t have to move back to bangladesh, because it is terrible over there. especially now that im seeing all the election season atrocities. i dont know what will happen in my life but i know that im trying my best. i’m always trying to prove myself, but to whom? who am i trying to answer to? pobody’s nerfect, i need to take it easy. goodnight for now.

#personal #journal entry

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tw: stomach problems, disordered eating, nausea, puking mention

I have never been diagnosed. no one gave me any tests. It hasn’t been BAD in two and a half years, just pop-up flares on and off. but I swear on everything I hold dear that I’m not making this up and I am doing EVERYTHING to try to eat food that’s healthy and working so hard to make sure I get enough water and calories and.

I always have unpredictable gi swings—I can’t eat as much as usual and then I binge. I thought for the past couple years I probably had an eating disorder and just was lying to myself about it, but when I finally started tracking things this year, that hasn’t seemed to be the case. I THEN decided yeah of course the elderly gi doctor was right that I’m a healthy young lady and this happens to us and stress is a big deal. Of course my extremely traumatized nervous system and worn out brain are going to have a roller coaster for my body for at least a couple years. That’s all it is. But fam

I’ve had back and forths, and I’ve noticed piecemeal symptom increases, but three days ago it’s like a switch got flipped and everything went up to 80-90% severity and stayed constant. I was surprised and then felt stupid bc how did I not predict it? But I’ve catastrophized my health symptoms a bunch of times now and it’s never been a big deal or killed me, so I’m trying to NOT catastrophize.

But the symptoms were increasing. But they weren’t affecting my life. But I was logging them. But they happen at varying levels ALWAYS, of course I wouldn’t think anything of a bit of extra activity. Except it was for months in a row and I noted it but didn’t think anything of it. Except—

And on and on and on ad nauseam (haha pun intended)

About three days ago five or take a few hours I was like “oh my god my digestion has like. fucked off. What happened to my stomach” and it’s been downhill ever since

Nothing changed diet or activity wise, but my distension and pain and nausea went up like crazy, constipation hit and is becoming a repeat offender, even water makes my stomach hurt, and the 3 AM puking from a few weeks ago almost had a repeat occurrence this evening. I’m distended. I’m hungry with no appetite. I’m satiated after a few bites of most things. I get bloated within minutes of eating anything. I have trouble even with protein shakes right now. My ribs ache and my back is getting sore and my left si joint is starting to complain. I’m not digesting vegetables. I’m not handling fat well. My energy is in the pits, my concentration is nonexistent. In three days the amount of calories I’ve been able to get in me WITH supplemental shakes is HALVED.

But it’s only 3 days! That’s a very small sample size!

But the last time it got this bad I wasn’t able to hit even half my needed calories per day. I lost weight and had no energy and was cold and miserable until it eased back to normal levels of dysfunction and I trucked merrily along ever since.

I’ve looked up EVERY alternative to gastroparesis that it could be, and I really would like it to NOT be that, but at this point with it coming back instead of being a “oh it was only one time a few years ago it was THAT bad”, I can’t really ignore the indicators. My symptoms overlap so much with IBS but the hallmarks—the early satiety, the undigested 3 AM dinner reappearance, the lack of appetite, the pain, the nausea, the location of the bloating, the increase in undigested food, the fact that it’s least bad when I eat the WORST ultra processed junk food and absolutely hellish when I have a smidgen of fiber from a veggie, etc etc, like, what am I supposed to think?

Not self diagnosing, but with the way the medical system is both overloaded AND broken and the lack of any concern from anyone until you’re radically underweight or having related symptoms that are dangerous (passing out or nonstop puking)—like what am I supposed to do?

(Not get ahead of myself, that’s what. It’s been 3 days. That’s not even a week.) I’m tracking everything religiously. I’m safe and I’ve got access to food and im able to stay active and I’ve got a lot of rice socks to use as heating pads. I’m able to eat a little more than I was last time. Its entirely possible that this is a weird fluke. But if it ISN’T I shouldn’t put it off. But it’s not like anyone can do anything yet or anything is bad enough to warrant a limited test spot, and also it’s like a minimum 3 month wait to see any specialist if you’re lucky right now, so?

This is just to say, I am doing breathing exercises in the hot water filled bathtub while the puke bowl sits ready next to me, and I’m gonna be fine, and I’m still functioning, and I’m noting down my concern for future me’s reference and will just proceed as best I can till something changes one way or another.

#adventures in continually undiagnosed rickety that may be just trauma and stress or may be a genetic disorder and two of its homies #I hope it’s not bc I want this to never happen again JESUS #health #shh katie #I am so HUNGRY #I was FINALLY AT A HEALTHY WEIGHT AND ENJOYING HAVING STEADY REGULAR FOOD #why now?

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Spider-Man into/across the spider-verse Spider-sona story

Oc name: Kyana (nickname is Yana)

I wrote a Spider sona story instead of drawing one because I suck at drawing more than writing... so 😃👍

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Spider-Man into/across the spider-verse Spider-sona story

Oc name: Kyana (nickname is Yana) Her family moves a lot. She was born and raised in Dallas Texas and her family moved to Brooklyn New York later.

Her family moved because her father’s family lived there and her grandma was sick so they came to help.

Mr. Wilson’s family lives in the Bronx but he didn’t want to move back so decided to move to Brooklyn.

She has two annoying younger brothers; Keenan (10) Kel (8).

She speaks English and only knows a little bit of Spanish but the rest of her family speaks it well which Yana gets frustrated at cause she can’t understand the rest of them while her younger brothers speaks better than she does.

She understands it more than she can speak it unfortunately. So she hears what her family members say about her behind her back. She wishes she didn’t though.

On her dad’s side, they’re Dominican 🇩🇴 . Her mom is just American 🤷🏽‍♀️.

Yes, she knows how to dance bachata.

Yana’s parents swear she was born in the generation because she’s an old-head, loving all the 80s, 90s, and early 2000s classics. One of her favorite songs is I Have Nothing by Whitney Houston.

Yana was bit by the radioactive spider before Miles was.

She went to Visions Academy prior to taking the test in Texas and getting in (another reason why her family moves).

Personality: she’s kinda awkward, little bit of anger issues, but is the nicest person on earth, she’s sensitive and gets taken advantage of sometimes because of it. A completely different person at school than at home (quiet kid 101).

Got bit by the radioactive spider before she went to school. She was bitten by it without knowing (kinda like a mosquito bite) while she was listening to music and senerioizng on the rooftop.

School was kinda ass for her. Despite the racial dysphoria of other people wanting to be her race, everything was semi normal.

“How come you’re Latina but your last name is Wilson?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe there’s something called colonization to other countries.”

She handled that better than she thought she would. “By the way I don’t identify as a Latina. I’m black but my ethnicity is Dominican and my nationality is American.”

Gwen noticed her powers first and they became friends first. Yana also spoke to Miles first.

But that was a mistake after she remembered that her parents were more strict about boys than they were with her brothers about girls.

Ain’t that a shame 😔

Yana was who Miles talked about with his uncle but Gwen happened to be there instead of her.

While he was trying to rizz up Gwen and his hand got stuck to her hair, he panicked and swung his arms around and it stuck to Yana’s uniform shirt (she happened to be walking by).

So they were all embarrassing each other in the middle of the hallway.

Yana spoke to Gwen about what happened afterwards when and explained to her that she thought Miles might be like them.

Spider-Man’s death didn’t take a surprise to Yana with all those crazy villains he fought.

They both “befriended” him in the forest after they stole the hard drive. She went with Gwen first to save them in her store bought spider man suit.

Miles and Yana had coincidentally wore the same store bought suit and Yana used one of his cringey lines from the beginning of school.

“Oh, my gosh! This is embarrassing. We wore the same suit.” She laughed but he wasn’t amused.

Yana goes with them to Aunt May’s for the first time and meets the new spider people. She befriends Peni first. She gets to tell her story: “Hi, my name is Yana Wilson and for the past two weeks, I’ve been Brand New Spider-woman.”

Her theme song is Push It by Salt-N-Pepa.

Yana’s spider-woman name is “Spider-Blast” because her spider suit is extremely colorful (she’s based off of the Green Bottle Blue Tarantula) it’s like a “blast” of color.

The spider team didn’t think that Yana and Miles were good enough to save New York and it made Yana feel insecure about herself.

Of course I’m not going to be good enough, I’ve only been spider woman for two weeks!

When Miles ran away and his crazy self started jumping off of buildings, Yana accompanied him.

They both helped each other personalize their suits. Yana made her suit colorful with the Dominican flag.

She wanted to practice with him because she felt like she didn’t deserve to be Spider-woman and if she was then she’d at least learn how to.

On that roof after Yana and Miles swung around the city they shared their first kiss.

During the fight and while everyone was going to leave, Yana almost cried when Gwen had to leave but she assured Yana that she would see her again.

After the fight with Kingpin and after they save New York City, Miles and Yana start a relationship.

A secret one at that matter. Mostly secret from their families.

ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE

Yana got her phone taken away for failing a class (because she was doing spider things) so she couldn’t call or text Miles.

But he randomly called her phone that was sitting on the counter and Yana just happened to answer the phone before her mom could.

“Boy, it’s past 12! I got minutes.” She whispers angrily into the phone. “Ima call you back on the house phone. Do not call back if I hang up.”

It took a lot of convincing and serious talk with her parents about boys before Yana finally takes Miles to meet her family. But they like him and say that he reminds them of their daughter (no sabo kid).

Her aunts like that he’s Latino.

Keenan and Kel do not like Miles at all. They speak about him behind his back in Spanish. Yana tells them to stop though.

Being the only spider people in their dimension gets lonely so they of course miss their friends.

Yana notices that Miles seems to miss Gwen more than she does. (She finds his drawings of her).

Once Yana got home from fighting a villain and Spider-Blast was on the TV news in her family’s living room.

“Spider-Blast?” Her Tia Semira questions while helping fix dinner. “What kind of name is that?”

Although Yana knew that her Tia didn’t mean it in a criticizing way but it still made her cringe.

“I heard that she was from la caribe.” Her messy Tia Maia says, sticking her nose up. “She better not be dominicana.”

“Nah.” Yana quickly jumped in the conversation. “I’m pretty sure she’s boricuan.” Her tias shrugged it off with a scoff.

Yana quickly went to Miles’s the next day. “Man, I almost got caught by my nosy tias.”

“Oh, word?” He says, smirking. “Let me guess… she said that she hoped Miss Spider-Blast wasn’t Dominican.” Yana nods with an eye roll.

When Yana and Miles first met the Spot, as said, Miles didn’t take him seriously. Y’know, that “villain of the week” mess.

But Yana sensed something off and tried to tone Miles down but he wasn’t listening.

He had to go to his parent teacher conference and was already late so he was rushing.

Yo girlfriend is always right, Miles 🤷🏽‍♀️

When it’s the party that celebrates Jeff’s promotion to captain, Yana puts off her spider work to go while Miles clearly does not.

She gets to thinking that he supposes that he’s the better hero than her for still tryna save the city.

He obviously doesn’t .

When he does get there, his parents are on his ass about not getting there on time and Yana calms him down. While sitting in his room talking, Gwen arrives.

Yana is ecstatic to see her best friend after a whole year and a half. But Miles seems happier.

And she sho notices too 😒.

“Wanna get out of here?” Are the last words said that Yana immediately knows will lead to trouble.

Although swinging around the city with Gwen is fun, she feels like a third wheel even though she and Miles are together and not him and Gwen.

Yana’s petty like that and goes back to the party to see if Gwen and Miles would even notice if she was gone. They do, but not until a little later.

Strike 1

At the party, Yana sulks around watching Miles and Gwen interact on the tower thingy. Rio notices so she goes up to introduce herself to Gwen.

As you could tell, it didn’t go well.

After Gwen leaves Miles and Yana have a little serious talk about what happened and he says he won’t do it again.

Mhm 😒.

So to make up for the little argument, Miles decides to take Yana with him to follow Gwen.

Great job bro 😑

Miles turns invisible and Yana camouflages (another perk of the green blue bottle tarantula).

Blah, blah, blah, the learn about the spider society and follow Gwen into the dimension. Yana is the first to go in because she feels like she’s being pulled towards it.

Miles tries grabbing her hand to pull her out but he gets sucked in too.

Meeting Pavitr is the best thing that could happen to Yana. That instantly become friends and she joins in on Pavitr grilling Miles about saying Chai tea.

“That’s like saying Naan bread. Naan means bread. It’s like bread bread, Miles! I thought we talked about this.”

He got sad. “Man, even my own girlfriend is chewing me out.” He mumbles. “I SAID I WAS SORRY, YANA.” ☹️

When Yana met Hobie, it was over. She befriended everyone instantly and it made her happy to meet so many friends since she didn’t have a lot back home.

Gwen was a little upset that both of them were there because they weren’t supposed to be. But she didn’t have any control over it because Miguel requested both Yana and Miles.

Learning that the Spot was traveling dimensions to get power was nerve wracking to Miles because just yesterday he said that he was just a villain of the week and he wasn’t.

Yana told him he should’ve known better because she warned him.

Strike 2

Meeting Miguel could’ve gone better than Yana hoped. He wasn’t very friendly in her opinion. She definitely didn’t like him after how he talked to her and Miles.

She was tryna be nice and chill but obviously it didn’t work.

“Hey, my name is Yana-“

“You aren’t supposed to be here.”

“Damn. This is why you can’t be nice to ppl 😒.” Yana rolls her eyes at him.

When she learns about the canon events is when things really started to become trouble. Miles’s dad was supposed to die and by Miguel’s introduction on saying that “she isn’t supposed to be here” he explains that Yana is the only variant of herself.

Meaning there are no other Yanas in any other dimension.

Basically like America Chavez. 🤭

That’s when all her friends turn to stare at her in either awe, confusion, or anything else for that matter. Yana feels exposed in that moment. She didn’t even know it was true but somehow she felt judged.

But the look Miles gives her is something else. It’s the look as if he was hesitant.

It wasn’t until she and Miles were being chased by every single spider person in existence that Miles realized that she was too fragile. There wasn’t another Yana, so if she died, that was it.

He didn’t want to lose her just like that.

“Go find Margo and tell her to take you back to our universe.” He said.

Yana didn’t have much choice since she wanted to get out of the chase. These people were chasing her like she owed money. Yana didn’t find Margo until Miles found Margo.

He looked pretty upset.

Even though they were both invisible/camouflaged, they could sense each other.

Turns out Miles wasn’t even meant to be Spider-Man. So that meant Yana wasn’t either… or so he thought.

Margo didn’t want to send Miles and Yana to Ty roe dimension due to Miguel’s constant threats to not let Miles nor Yana go.

But she had too.

(She and Hobie the real ones).

Miles helps Yana into the dimension switching thingy (I don’t know what that thing is even called😭).

Yana and Margo made intense eye contact which was a whole conversation without even talking. Miles thought it was some girl telepathy thing.

Margo pressed the button. “42.” Yana says with furrowed eyebrows. “We’re not from 42-“

Miles yanks Yana along with him as they both tear down through the streets on New York to Miles’s house. Yana climbs through the window first and then Miles does.

His room looks the same… “but this isn’t our New York” she wants to say.

“We made it…” Miles sighs in relief before he turns to look at his girlfriend. “Yana, are you alright?”

She nods. “Yeah, I’m fine… But Miles, this isn’t our-“

The door opens, light filling the room. Panic fills Yana’s head. Since she’s the only version of herself in every universe, that means Rio won’t recognize her.

Yana swiftly hides behind the door. “Miles?” His mom enters with a basket of clothes. Miles had quickly put a large jacket on. “Is now a bad time?”

She continues to make conversation with him as Miles tries to figure out a way to tell her he’s Spider-Man.

Yana watches it all intently.

“I’m… I’m Spider-Man.” He zips his jacket revealing his suit.

Rio stares blankly at him. “Who?”

That’s when Yana realizes. It confirms her suspicions that they aren’t in the right dimension. There is no spider-person in this universe.

No wonder the streets looked so gloomy and dark. As soon as Miles and Rio are out of the room, Yana makes a break for the rooftop.

As soon as she’s on the roof she takes her mask off to breathe. Taking deep breaths in and out, don’t seem to calm her. They wrack her nerves even more.

Yana looks around. It’s night and it’s darker and gloomier than Brooklyn regularly is. Her eyes soon land on something that makes her jaw drop.

Jeff’s mural. It replaces Aaron’s.

He’s dead in this dimension.

The rooftop door opens. Yana panics again because this time she doesn’t know where to hide. So she goes over the roof but sticks to the wall so she can still see.

“You got the plan?” Aaron’s voice enters her ears.

Aaron?

“Yeah…” Miles follows quickly behind him looking just as shell shocked as she is. “But maybe we should go over it again… just to make sure.”

He looks around shocked at all the chaos. And at his face, that’s when Yana knows that he’s seen it. He’s seen the mural.

Aaron gets a text and upon that text, he turns to look at Miles suspiciously.

At that moment, a dark figure jumps up and punches Miles in the face knocking him down.

Now, how immature would it be for Yana to shout something at this moment? Very.

“Damn!” Yana exclaims. She didn’t mean to, it was an instinct. She quickly covers her mouth and ducks back down when Aaron and the figure look in her direction.

“Someone’s here. Check the area.” Aaron orders and slips back into the stair room while the figure disappears.

Yana panicky looks around for where the person went but doesn’t see or hear them until she’s getting smacked back into the rooftop floor right next to Miles.

Despite the pain and ringing in her ears, she can look up to see the figure more clearly. A more clean design of the “prowler” suit.

Another prowler?

The new prowler’s phone rings in his pocket. He takes it out and answers it and his mask opens up.

Yana’s eyes widen at the face. It’s Miles, but not her Miles.

It’s the last face she sees before she completely blacks out.

A/N : Do y'all know how long it took for me to finish this?? 😩 I was kinda on and off this this tho

#my oc #my sona #spidersona #spiderverse sona #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse spoilers #spiderblast #i hate hashtags #i suck at hashtags

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