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#I’m really getting tired of the shit people pass around all the time
voidxbrat · 2 years
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This is some love going out to other people with severe mental/developmental/etc disabilities! I mean severe like, in of need full-time assistance or *a lot* of accommodations. I mean people who legitimately can’t always control or understand their own behaviors. People who cannot live on their own, or maybe can’t make their own decisions. The people who get left out of everything, by everyone, even those who say to support people with stigmatized mental illnesses and not very nice symptoms and behaviors. Because, for all everyone shouts that they support these things - you really show you don’t very often (even on this site). Something people on here still really need to understand and support, is what *serious* and *severe* mental/developmental/etc disability really is.
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henderdads · 6 months
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Steve winces as he hears his tire hit the curb, quickly turning on his hazards as he pulls to the side of the road.
Add that to the list of shit he’s been put through today.
He sighs in frustration as he gets out of the car, popping his trunk and slamming the door shut. He grabs his spare and starts looking for his tools, grabbing the jack and searching for the lug wrench.
Shit. He can’t find his lug wrench.
Could today be any worse?
He rests the spare against the side of the vehicle before trying to get someone to stop, hoping that by some miracle they’ll have the right tool he needs.
Some time passes and Steve sighs again. No luck so far. He begins contemplating on if he should walk home, leaving the car on the side of the road when he sees a van approach him. He raises his head and waves with what little effort he can put into it, relief washes over over him as the van pulls over, stopping a few feet behind his car.
Steve feels his breath hitch as the guy steps out. He has distinct facial features and curly hair that’s piled up into a bun on the top of his head.
“Hey, everything okay?” The man asks.
“I uh, flat tire.”
“Oh shit, that’s the worst. You have a jack?”
Steve nods. “That’s not the problem though, can’t find my lug wrench.”
The man hums in response. “Gimme a sec.”
Steve watches him walk back to his van, opening the trunk and rummaging around for tools, quickly pulling out a lug wrench before jogging back to where Steve is standing.
Steve reaches out for the wrench, but the man walks past him and starts changing the tire himself.
“You don’t have to do that.”
The man looks up at him as he loosens the lug nuts, and offers him a gorgeous smile.
“I know. You seem to be having a bad day though. Figured I’d help you fix it. I’m a mechanic and the shop I work at isn’t far from here. I was actually on my way home. The name’s Eddie by the way.”
Steve’s taken aback. He can’t remember the last time someone did something nice for him.
“A-are you sure? It’s pretty late, I don’t want to keep you.”
“Nah I’ve got it.”
Steve smiles, watching Eddie as he works.
“I’m Steve.”
Eddie turns his head to look up at him again. “You from around here, Steve?”
Steve leans against the car and folds his arms. “Just moved in last week. Originally from Hawkins.”
“No way? That’s where my uncle lives.”
“Really? Maybe I know him.”
“Works at the plant, kind of a recluse. Doesn’t like people very much.”
Steve chuckles, “Sounds like a cool guy.”
Eddie smiles to himself. “He really is.”
Eddie picks the wrench back up, tightening the lugnuts before grabbing the bandana in his back pocket to wipe the grime off of his hands. “Alright, you’re all set. If you wanna follow me we can go to the shop. Looks like it’ll just need a patch.”
“Are you sure? I can just take it in tomorrow.”
“You always play hard to get?” Eddie smirks.
Steve blushes and holds his hands up in surrender. “Got me there. I’ll buy you a drink after?”
“Sure.” Eddie shrugs.
Steve watches as Eddie heads back to his van, looking back down at the spare that he’d just put on, shaking his head to clear his thoughts as he gets back into his car, keeping his hazards on as he slowly follows him back to the shop.
As Eddie had said, it was just a couple miles away. Steve finds himself sitting in the garage on a stool, chatting with Eddie as he gets to work on patching the tire. He finds out that Eddie had actually lived with his uncle for a little bit before moving up to Indianapolis.
It feels good, talking to him. They click rather quickly and it feels like he’s known Eddie for years. He starts to relax, finding himself giggling along with and smiling because of this guy who is way too charming for his own good.
As Eddie finishes up, Steve asks, “What do I owe you?”
Eddie throws a grin in his direction. “I believe you said you’d buy me a drink.”
“I meant for the tire.” Steve clarifies.
“I think drinks will suffice.”
“Well come on then, I was supposed to meet Robin at the bar anyway.”
“Wait who’s Robin?” Eddie asks, a confused look on his face.
“Oh shit, it’s nothing like that man I promise. She’s my best friend who also happens to be a lesbian. She’s actually the one I moved in with.”
Eddie snorts. “Would be kinda weird to bring a random guy to a date.”
Steve smirks, “Little does she know that I’m actually bringing a date.”
Eddie shoots him a look, a small blush creeping over his face. “So tell me about Robin then.”
Steve grins as he turns the car on.
Eddie’s the first one in a long time he’s had ask about Robin with genuine interest. He can already tell he wants this one to stick around.
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midnight-hotel · 2 months
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Missing (Alastor x Reader)
My first fic in 4+ years, please go easy on me. This story occurs during and after the final episode of season one. Enjoy and feel free to give feedback!
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Coughs racked your body as you struggled to take in a breath of dust polluted air. Pain shot through your undoubtedly broken ribs and back with every cough, blood splattering across your bottom lip and tongue, amplifying the smell of iron in the air. Wrapping an arm around yourself, you stared up at the executioner who was quickly approaching with their broken spear. 
‘Shit- I might actually die here…’ 
They lunged, ready to plunge their holy weapon through your skull. You tried, with all your might, to push off the wall and away from death’s path, failing to notice that it wouldn’t have come to begin with. The next time you looked back at the angel, they were on the ground, covered in their alarmingly golden blood, several holes littering their body. 
Looking around, alarmed, you realised that you had been saved, but by who? Your eyes briefly met with Angel Dust’s, and in that moment, you knew your saviour. With no time to show your gratitude, you spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground and stood, grabbing the angel’s broken weapon to take as your own. If Alastor’s shield could fail, then there was no way you could take a moment to stop and breathe, everyone needed you to keep fighting, as much as you needed them to as well. You could only hope they were all okay. 
It seemed like there was no end to the onslaught of angels. They just kept coming out of that damned doorway into heaven. You were growing tired, injuries burning and only getting worse, but stopping now would only lead to your death and possibly the death of others. Stabbing another Angel through the chest, you kicked their body away, stealing their intact spear to replace the broken one you had left in the corpse. That’s when you heard more commotion from behind and then an irritatingly familiar voice. Turning, you understood why everything had kicked up a gear.
Adam was still alive? But that could only mean…
“Alastor!” His name tore up your throat as you quickly looked up towards the roof of the hotel. Shit- he couldn’t be… but would he have really allowed Adam to get away and rejoin the fight? 
Dropping the spear in your hands, you ran for the hotel, barging in through the doors and rushing up the stairs. You needed to get to him. He couldn’t be dead. 
Third floor.
The whole building began to shake as you reached the third floor. Looking down the stairwell, just barely able to see through the dust, you could make out Dazzle and… was that Vaggie? You contemplated jumping down to help- Dazzle was clearly not about to get up but… you needed to get to Alastor. Vaggie would be fine. So, you continued running up the stairs- cursing yourself for not being in better shape.
Sixth Floor.
The building shook again. ‘Shit- I don’t know if I’m going to make it up there.’ It sounded like the fight had made it to the top of the hotel already. Based on the rubble constantly falling overhead and how the place was quickly falling apart.
Seventh Floor. 
There was a bright light- a flash really- and you think you heard screaming? Fuck it, there had been non stop screaming for the past hour, what was one more? Your vision had hardly cleared from the flashbang when the whole building started to come down. Dropping to the ground, you tucked yourself into a corner, hoping that there was enough structural strength in that section of the building to prevent you from being crushed. The last thing you could recall was the feeling of something falling on top.
Who knows how much time had passed before you were being pulled from the rubble. There was too much going on- too many people talking at once, too many people hovering… you reached out, swatting away the faces that were too close. 
“Alastor… where’s Alastor?” you croaked, trying to push yourself up into a seated position. Your beaten body screamed at you- begging for you to just lay there and rest, but you needed to know if he was okay- needed to know where he was. 
Multiple hands helped you up, but you took no notice of who it was. From who you could see, the makeshift army hadn’t lost too many numbers but everyone was about as fucked up as you were. 
“We… don’t know…” You turned your head to Charlie who looked as if she had been crying. Of course she had… out of everyone, losing anyone would have hit her the hardest. Your heart sank. No one had seen him? Looking around at the others- even Husk shook his head, almost looking worried, before he spoke up. 
“He’s not dead. Not yet anyway. That asshole’s probably hiding away somewhere, butt hurt that he lost to an angel,” he grunted out, subconsciously bringing a hand to his throat. Of course Husk would know if Alastor was gone… he’s bound to him after all. 
“He could be buried under there though- we need to search. He could be dying in there,” You tried to argue, standing only to stumble back into what used to be the hotel. 
Angel Dust grabbed you by the wrist to stop you, pulling you back. “Easy there Doll Face. We’ll find him or he’ll show up. You’re in no state to go digging through what’s left right now.”
It wasn’t fair. How could everyone walk away from the disaster that was once their home while there were still people missing?
That was three weeks ago. As you laid in bed, in a room provided by Lucifer himself to those who had nowhere else to go, you stared up at the ceiling, thinking the last few weeks over. Everyone’s injuries had been healing pretty well, though yours were a tad worse since you had the building come down on top of you. There was a lot of talk about rebuilding the hotel. Plans had been drawn up and Charlie and Lucifer had teamed up to clear the rubble from the original hotel so that everyone could start building fresh when the time was right. 
There was also a lot of talk on what to do about the lost lives. Memorials were being planned out, names of the fallen cannibals taken down in order to properly remember those who sacrificed themselves for the cause, a painting for Pentious and even a statue of some kind. You hadn’t really been listening to that part. You hadn’t listened to much at all really, either constantly lost in thought or bed bound by your injuries. You were getting pretty sick of not being present, physically and mentally.
As you closed your eyes to sleep, something inside the room moved. Eyes snapping back open, you quickly looked to where you saw the movement, just barely catching the tail end of a shadow disappearing from outside your door. Climbing out of bed, you pulled a robe over your bandaged body and quickly exited the room, looking around for whatever it was that you had just seen. There was no one in sight. All the other occupied rooms in the hallway had their doors closed and lights off, so you doubted it was one of them. Right as you were about to head back into the room, you saw it again, rushing around a corner.
Quickly you ran after it, hoping that by the time you reached the corner, it wouldn’t have disappeared. Injuries, mostly healed but still tender, began to ache from the sudden strain as you tried to keep up with the shadow that passed through another door. 
Before you could open it and continue your pursuit, you had to stop and catch your breath. Healing ribs ached and your once punctured lung protested with every deep breath taken. Sucking in one more deep breath, you pushed yourself to open the door, leading out into the courtyard. Pretty big place for just one person to be living in most of the time, but this is the home of the king of hell himself, so you supposed it was fitting.
Subconsciously holding your ribs, you looked around for the shadowy figure again, but in the dark, there was no way you would be able to see it so easily. Without really realising it, you had walked further into the courtyard, admiring the garden in the small amount of light that was available. ‘Lots of roses… surprised there isn’t an apple tree or something.’
“They are quite beautiful aren’t they?” A voice suddenly spoke up, making you jump. Whipping around, wincing as your bruises and stitches stretched, you eyed off the culprit.
“Of course, I much prefer Nerium over roses.”
“Alastor…” Standing before you was the man who had made this last week a living hell. Did he not realise how much sleep you had lost, not knowing if he was okay? How worried you had been? 
“Only because they’re toxic you freak…” you retorted softly, not even sure if he had heard it as you slowly approached him.
“I had a feeling it was your shadow I had seen… You’re the only sonofabitch I know who can do that.”
Stopping just short of the man, you stared up at him with tired eyes. He looked down at you, that stupid grin on his face, like it always was. 
“Now Darling, must you use such language during our happy reunion? Aren’t you happy to see me?” He mocked, before you weakly punched him in the chest.
You hadn’t even realised it but you had started crying sometime after seeing him standing there. “You asshole… Don’t you know how fucking worried I was about you? Where have you been?” You hit him again, hardly bothering him by the looks of it, as he hardly flinched with every hit. He was a lot stronger than you were… but you supposed you didn’t really want to hurt him.
“Why couldn’t you have at least told us you were okay? Why didn’t you show yourself? I was scared you were dying under the hotel or something- after losing Pentious- I don’t know what we would have done if we found you dead as well.”
A hand dropped onto the top of your head, silencing you and you stopped hitting him, dropping your arms and instead, falling forward to rest your head on his chest.
“I apologise for causing you such grief my dear. I must be honest, I had some loose ends I needed to tie off before I could return. If I had been able to inform you of my whereabouts, I would have,” Alastor remarked, a familiar, almost comforting radio static coating every word. 
“Everything is okay now though isn’t it? We’re all alive and we can start rebuilding the hotel much faster now that I’m back! Though I must say, I am honoured that you care so much!”
You shut your eyes, concentrating on the hand that was gently petting your head before pulling back. “You’re a liar. You got hurt. You can fool everyone else as much as you want Al… but you can’t fool me that easily. I’ve known you far too long for that. You got hurt and you should have come to me. Hell, I was coming after you- to help you and I got crushed because of it!” You didn’t mean to raise your voice, or blame him for the building falling on top of you, it just happened. You wiped your tears away with the back of your hand and watched as his gaze softened a little while his smile remained. 
“You said it yourself (Y/N), you’ve known me too long, to think I didn’t get away. But, if it’s all the same, I apologise. I truly never meant to frighten you.” Alastor cupped your cheek, gently guiding you to meet his red gaze. “I promise, from now on, I will assure you I am okay before running anymore of my long term errands. Okay?”
Anyone could tell he was still hiding things from you, but what more could you do? You knew him well, but you didn’t think anyone truly knew what was going on inside of Alastors mind other than Alastor himself. 
“Okay…”
“Wonderful Darling. Come now, I do believe we should be getting you back to bed. Those wounds aren’t going to finish healing if you keep running around like a headless chicken.” Spinning you around, he set a hand onto your lower back and started heading you back to your room so that you could get some rest. Typical Alastor… always quick to disturb and dismiss… but at least he was okay. You felt like, as long as he was okay, maybe you could be okay as well.
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deansapplepie · 3 months
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The Spitting Image | Part 1
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Summary: Years passed since last time you saw your ex-boyfriend and father of your son. Fate decided the perfect moment for you to reconnect was after the end of the world.
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f! Reader
Warnings: swearing, threatening, someone is punched, mentions of violence, mentions of doing harm to children (none of the characters, it’s just a thought), walkers, mentions of injuries, a little angsty. Minors do not interact. (If I forgot anything let me know)
Word Count: 4,419
A/N: It was supposed to be a one shot, but it was getting too big and I wasn’t in the middle of it, so I’ll make a mini series of it.
The reader’s son is 17 yo, so if you don’t feel comfortable reading something self insert having a kid this age, it’s up to you.
Here I’m supposing Daryl is in the beginning of his 40s when they get to Alexandria to make sense the age of his son.
Also, I have no idea how are the laws in the U.S.A. To register your children, so if it’s not possible to register a kid with the name of the father without the father, let’s pretend in this universe it is.
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Series Masterlist Part 2
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It had been days that you were out there with Aaron and Eric, you had found a possible group to invite to Alexandria. While you and Aaron was observing them from afar in the road, Eric was in a nearby city waiting for you.
That group seemed like a good group, they took care of each other and shared. They also had a kid and a baby, it needed to mean something. As a mom, you could clearly identify with their struggles and want to protect every kid you came by, unless it was a psychopath kid that wanted to kill you and your son, then… you had no empathy.
United and righteous people were exactly the kind of people you needed for Alexandria. It seemed as they were hungry and thirsty you had some supplies you could give them to help. Hiding on the trees you could only observe them using binoculars as you needed to remain far from them because of safety. You had never zoomed to observe them this much before, but there was something intriguing you and you didn’t voice it to Aaron yet. He was one of your best friends back in Alexandria, but you had to make sure.
There were a guy, all wearing black. He had a sleeveless black shirt that showed his toned arms, he seemed to be tall and had really broad shoulders and a relatively long hair. He carried a crossbow, and even though he was as tired and week as everyone else, he tried to not let it show. You only knew a person like this, but it had been so long since you last saw him that you thought this was your mind playing games with you. You were so young back then, you changed so much… he probably did too, probably you even crossed paths before the world ended and you didn’t recognized each other. But you had to make sure it wasn’t him so just your mind would relax and you could control your anxiety.
That’s why you were zooming the binoculars to the maximum and focusing solely on him, expecting him to look to a side so you could clearly see his face. He did, and when he did your heart stopped for some milliseconds and you thought all the air was drawn from your lungs. “Holly shit!” Was the only thing you were able to say, so glad now you could openly curse, because there wasn’t any child around.
“What’s it?” Aaron asked curiously and you passed him the binoculars unable to say anything. He looked at it, zooming out and couldn’t see anything extraordinary. “I don’t see anything. What did you see?”
You rested your back on the trunk of the tree that you were both sitting on its branch. You tried to breath in and out, just like your therapist had recommended you when you started to treat you’re anxiety.
“Y/N, what happened?” Aaron asked again turning his attention to you and holding your hand, which you accepted gratefully.
“I… I think my ex is in this group.” Oh my God. You were freaking out! It wasn’t as if you had ended bad, well it depends on the point of view, but seeing him after all this years, after all that happened, after…
“You think?” Aaron asked one more time, if it was your ex why you sounded like you were not completely sure.
“Yes, it was a long time ago. We were barely adults, so we changed a lot, but I’m 98% sure the archer is him.” You said continuing your exercise and taking your canteen with shaking hands to drink some water.
“Oh… let me check him out and see if you have good taste in men.”
“Aaron!” You protested the most silently you could. “Well, you may surprise a little when you see him, he is…”
“… DJ’s father! Holly crap!” He looked at you as if he had seen a ghost as the man looked exactly like the teenager boy he knew back in Alexandria, of course the man was way older than the boy. “Do you have an uterus or a copy machine in your belly?”
“Ok, if even you can see it’s totally him.” You said and you didn’t know if you were relieved or anxious, probably both at the same time.
“Ok, so… is he a good person to take with us?” He had to ask, even though you were good friends, you never talked much about him, it seemed to hurt you a lot, so he never pushed.
“Yes, of course. Don’t think I’d have named my child after him if he wasn’t.” You answered. It wasn’t his fault or yours, you just had to blame people like your parents that thought they were better than everyone else. “It’s just that it has been so long after last time we saw each other, I’m just nervous to meet him again.”
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You tried approaching them by letting water and food as a gift for them on the road, but they just rejected everything, they were suspicious, they probably went through a lot of shit. You don’t blame them, you’d react the same if it was you. A heavy storm caught you by surprise, you needed to find shelter and protect yourselves. Once you saw the group entered a barn, you decided to go back to your RV and wait the next day or the storm pass before approaching them more directly this time.
The next morning the weather had improved, so you left again to where they were. At distance you saw two women near to the location of the barn, you approached them and presented yourselves and minutes later both of you were on your knees, hands behind your heads and an angry man in front of you. But before the said angry man could do anything or ask anything, the archer came from the shadows and your name left his lips. “Y/N”
“Daryl.” You replied a smile on your face, you wanted to keep a more straight face don’t be so pathetic about how you were happy to see him there alive, older and hotter, but you couldn’t, because it had always been like that, you’d see him and you wouldn’t be able to control yourself. You’d open the biggest smile at him and would have your heart racing with excitement and anxiety.
“Do you know each other?” The angry man asked Daryl, but you replied. You couldn’t hold your tongue, you were anxious and when it was like that, you’d say even what you weren’t meant to say.
“We dated.” You answered, also you knew that Daryl would die of shyness if he had to say you dated or anything like this. That’s if deep inside him he was still that boy.
The man you came to know the name was Rick Grimes shot you a look that said ‘I wasn’t talking to you.’ and then looked back at Daryl in hopes he would confirm it or not. “Yeah, it’s true.”
“If she’s his ex, she’s no good. We should better don’t believe them.” You saw a ginger man with a big mustache speaking.
“Listen here, Obelix. You better not bad mouth me again or I’ll beat you so hard your mustache is going to end on your ass!” You were normally sweet and polite, but you’d never let anyone judge you, or anyone that you loved, especially this person that doesn’t even know you.
“Definitely related to Daryl.” An asian man said and couldn’t contain a small laugh, even in the state the group was.
Daryl had a smirk on his face and you couldn’t read what it meant. The Rick guy didn’t took it easy on you just because Daryl knew you, he argument people could change and he wasn’t wrong. Most of the time he hold the conversation with Aaron and you were glad about it, Aaron was better at this than you were, even though you could bring a sense of comfort most of the times when you approached women or groups with children, this wasn’t a situation where Aaron actually needed you. Unless they decided to kill both of you or something else, then you’d have to play the last card you could with them and that could only be used with them, because of Daryl. You’d need to use your son to convince them to let you go, and you’d hate to do such thing. Using your son to blackmail someone was never something you’d like to do.
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You remembered the day you first had the courage to talk to him, you had always thought he was cute and cool, but you never had the courage. Until a day your “friends” excluded you and you didn’t even got to know why. You were 16 and they were so immature to do such thing, so yeah, it was their loss you thought. That’s what you tried to say and convince yourself you were better without them.
At lunch time having no table to sit, you went straight to his table, that was it, your opportunity to get to know him. “Can I have a sit here?” You asked in front of him.
“ ‘m not the owner of the chair.” He said, eyes on his plate. “But ya won’t want to be seen with me sweetheart.”
“Thanks.” You put your tray on the table and took the chair in front of him. “I’m Y/N.”
“Daryl. We already know each other. We had a subject together. Once.” He remembered! You were ecstatic, of course you’d remember him, you developed a huge crush on him since you had to pair up, but you didn’t expect him to remember you. You didn’t think you were as cool as the other girls to be remembered. “Ya still have time to maintain the integrity of yer reputation and leave.”
“I have no reputation to save, my friends simply decided I’m not cool anymore, so… fuck them, gonna make whatever I want.” He snorted, he never thought he’d live to see you cuss. You never looked like one to do so. “What’s funny?”
“Thought you never cussed.”
“Well, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me Dixon.” You replied and from this time you started to pass more and more time together, starting a strange friendship that was the commonest thing for both of you, but people outside loved to judge.
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Most of the time they were discussing, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. It was as if you did, he’d disappear into thin air. In the end Rick sent a group to your RV to confirm if you were telling the truth and threatened killing you if they took too long to comeback. After they came back, Rick agreed to go to Alexandria but they would drive and you should tell them where it was, and then started again another drama.
“How are we supposed to trust you? Maybe you got another group and a radio and you’re going to attack our place. We have children and elders, we can’t risk.” You tried to reason with him, even though you knew you were in a small number and you’d never win this ‘battle’.
“Don’t you trust Daryl?” Rick threw this card. Really?
“How am I supposed to when you didn’t believe me and he did nothing to tell you were wrong and I could be trusted?” He knew you were right, not even for a second you thought Daryl wasn’t the same, but you had a point and even he knew it.
In the end you had no option but give in to their requests. You took them to the nearest city so you could take Eric too and while fighting against walkers he got his ankle hurt. Not longer after you got back to the road and in direction of Alexandria. While going there you tried to make some small talk with them, but most were not very open to it.
“What’s her name?” You asked Daryl that had a beautiful baby in his arms.
“ ‘s Judith.” He answered, he looked at her with such adoration. It was adorable to see such a big and rustic man being so tender with a baby in his arms.
“She’s so pretty.” You always wanted a baby girl, but of course you were more than happy with your baby boy. It was just a silly girl dream to have a daughter so you can play doll with them. “Can I hold her a little? There’s a long time I don’t get to hold a baby.”
Despite the common silent agreement of the group to not trust you just yet, he trusted you and was sure you’d do nothing against his ‘lil ass kicker’. So he let you have her a little in your arms and she continued to sleep peacefully. Carl observed you with the eyes of a hawk, ready to end you if you did anything wrong against his little sister, but you didn’t.
“Is your family with ya?” Daryl drawled by your side while you were mesmerized by little Jude. He wanted to know if your asshole of dad was still around and also your mom, but he couldn’t ask it like this, he didn’t know how your relation with them were after everything, he didn’t want to offend you.
“It’s just me and my son, but he’s not this cute anymore and I no longer can carry him in my arms like that.” You replied, wishing he’d have curiosity about DJ, but also afraid of where this curiosity could take you in this moment.
“What’s his name?” He asked trying to be polite, but deep down it hurt him that you had another lover and had a child, he couldn’t control this, but it was painful anyway.
“DJ.” You simply said, god you didn’t want to reveal at this moment your baby was Daryl Dixon Junior. Before he could ask the name and not the nickname, you threw another question at him. “Did you get any of my letters?”
He was taken aback. You tried to keep contact with him. You tried to reach him out. “Did ya send me letters? I… Ididn’t know. I left with Merle shortly after what happened. Probably old man got them.”
By his surprise you believed he really didn’t know. He never read the letters. He never ignored you or pretended your son didn’t exist. Deep down, you knew he’d never do that, but you never could confirm it, because you never got to see him again. Until now.
A little after Carl took Judith from your arms, you already had enough. He couldn’t let you more than you were supposed to with the baby. While your mind wandered to the past, Daryl’s were a turmoil trying to decipher what could be the name of your son, since you gave no detail.
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The day prior he had warned you ‘wear sneakers tomorrow, you asked why and he just repeated what he said before. So you did. There was almost a year since your friendship with Daryl Dixon started and at that moment, he was your best friend. Sometimes he’d stay with you studying in the library or just hanging out around the city. You trusted him.
Next day, you arrived at school and found him next to an old blue truck. “What’s that?”
“A car.” He answered the obvious.
“I know dumbass! But where did you get it?” You asked curiously, he had never gone to school in one.
“I borrowed it from Merle without telling him.” Which means he stole his own brother, at least for some hours. “I’m returning it later, probably won’t even know about it. He’s knocked out in his bedroom.”
“Ok, if he catch us, I’m telling it was all you.” You played with him, but you knew Merle would never catch you, at least not before Daryl arrived at home with it.
“It actually was.” He shrugged. “Also, no way he’d believe a sweet thing like you helped me in any of that.” You instantly blushed, it wasn’t always that Daryl would throw sweet words or compliments at you, so every time you’d not fail and blush. “Did ya wear sneakers?”
“Yep.” You put one foot in front of you to show your sneakers.
“Pink? Really?” He teased you, he knew for sure you’d wear at least one thing pink and you were always wearing sandals or any other more delicate shoes.
“I don’t have many sneakers, so… yeah.” You retracted your foot to stand close to the other again.
As soon as the bell rang you entered the school and went to your classes. In the end of the day, you got together at the parking lot ready to spend your day together. “Where are we going?” You asked curiously.
“Get in the car and you’ll see.” He replied going to the driver’s side.
“Ok, Dar. I’ll let you be all mysterious while I die out of curiosity.” You dramatically entered the truck and took the passenger sit.
You drove for some time and even got outside the city. You knew he was familiarized with the forest, he told you he’d hunt, but you never thought he’d bring you someday near it. “You know I know shit about hunting, don’t you?” You asked while the car stopped close to a small trail.
“Yep, dun worry. I didn’t bring ya here to go hunting. It’s something else, wanna show you a place.” He slightly touched your hand reassuring you and you could swear it sent a delicious tingling sensation all over your body.
He got out of the truck, took a bag in the truck bed and waited for you so you could start the trail. There was 5 minutes you were walking when you tripped and almost fell down, leading to the boy to hold your hand until you arrived at your final destination.
It was a waterfall, a beautiful one, with a small lake. The water was a beautiful green surrounded by big rocks. You got all excited with the sight and gave your biggest smile to him, which made his heart flutter and stole a small smile from him.
You took your sneakers off and both of you sat on a rock where you could put your feet in the cold refreshing water. There was the shadow of a tree that made it bearable to be outside there in the warm weather. You loved how Daryl was relaxed and just enjoying the place and your company, you could talk a lot or talk nothing and it would be perfect for him.
You don’t know what made you do that, but the moment just felt perfect to speak your mind to him, actually speak with your heart. “I like you, Daryl.”
“Yeah, we’re friends of course ya do.” It was obvious if you didn’t you wouldn’t be around.
“No, I like you in the way I’ve been crushing on you for years and just now I have the courage to say, yay…” you said, trying to be a little funny so the moment wouldn’t be so embarrassing, but it would be already too embarrassing if he just rejected you at that moment.
He looked at you impressed and thinking how you could like him for so long if everybody in the school, no, in the damn city thought he was a sore loser and a scumbag. “Are ya sure?” He double checked, just in case.
“I wouldn’t put myself in this embarrassing situation with risk of you rejecting me and losing your friendship if I didn’t.” You turned to look at him and were struck by his deep blue eyes that seemed to see your soul every time you looked into it. “It’s ok if you don’t feel the same, I’ll…”
Before you could finish your apologetic sentence, his lips crashed on yours and his hand held yours one more time, and that was the first of many kisses you’d come to share in the following years.
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You woke up startled, the RV came to a stop. You were finally at the gates of Alexandria, you and Aaron got off first and the rest of the group followed you and once the gates were open you could see that at the same time they were cautious they were also impressed with the place. You entered the gate and Deanna came to welcome the new people. Aaron took Eric to the infirmary and before you could excuse yourself and go home take a good bath and spend some quality time with your child, you saw the tall teenager in his 17s running in your direction. You suddenly worried, he would see him. Both of them would see each other. You smiled at your baby boy that wasn’t a baby anymore, and he hugged you tightly even taking you from the ground. He had became so tall in the last years that it was funny to see the difference of his height to his mom’s.
Daryl was frozen in place, when he saw the young man running in your direction it was as if he could see his younger self in the past, but he wasn’t hallucinating or anything like that, because that boy that looked so much like him had also many features from you. The group looked surprised at the boy, probably thinking the same thing Aaron thought when he landed his eyes at Daryl. A million thoughts ran on the hunter’s mind, this kid just could be his… he had too because no way someone could look so much like the other and don’t be blood related, especially being the son of your youth lover.
“How are you baby?” You asked cupping DJ’s face with your hand and checking his face to see if he was healthy and well.
“I’m ok mom, are you good?” He asked back observing you, he had always been such a good observer.
“We need to talk…” you started to say but couldn’t finish because the boy’s eyes landed on Daryl some meters behind looking at both of you.
DJ knew, you told him before how he looked so much like his dad. So he knew when he looked strictly to an older version of him. He put you aside and walked strong steps on Daryl’s direction, you yelled his name but he just ignored you and before you could stop him, he punched his father right on his jaw.
“DJ! No!” You put yourself between both of them.
“No? Mom! He never cared about us and now he just shows here like this? He ignored all the letters you sent and the pictures of me, and…” he bursted the feelings trapped on his chest all those years. He had the perfect speech on his mind, he elaborated it for years just to end his father and make him ashamed of what he did, but now he didn’t even say half of it and the rest stayed stuck in his throat unable to come out as tears accumulated in his blue eyes.
“It’s ok. I probably deserve it.” Daryl said from behind.
“Honey, it’s not like this. We don’t solve anything like this. You don’t know the whole story.” You rested your hands on your son’s shoulders.
“You mean the edited version of how he never cared about us, or looked for us? I know you never told me everything, I’m not stupid. And I also know men are bastards that don’t care about discarding pregnant women!” Shit. Shit. Shit. Things were getting out of control the boy was causing a scene.
“Listen to me, Daryl Dixon Junior! I’m your mother and I’d never name you after your father if he was this kind of bastard!” You firmly told him, there were so many years that you didn’t call him by his whole name that he knew he would be in trouble if he didn’t obey you at that moment. “Now, apologize, go home and wait for me.”
“Fine.” The young man said teeth greeted. “I’m sorry for punching you because you’re an asshole.” With that he turned around and left before you could lecture him one more time in front of everyone.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Daryl asked. Obviously not talking about the past, it was clear to him that you tried in the past.
“I wouldn’t dare use my son to bring you to safety. I know you’d come if I said, and your group… I know this kind of bond, you’re family. I didn’t want to be selfish and make all of you come because I used DJ to convince you. I wanted you to come because you wanted, because you trusted what Aaron and I were offering.”
He couldn’t understand well about it, he wasn’t a father till some minutes ago… even though he wished he was one long before, the kid really had a personality, reminding him a lot about himself and even about Merle. But he could try to understand, to listen to you and if he stopped to think, it didn’t made a difference if you told before or now, he would still have the same feeling of anxiety, excitement and lost, lost for all the years and everything that he lost not being around his son.
“I’m sorry you had to discover like that.” You apologized even though you knew in no way it would be less shocking for him. “We have a lot to talk, the three of us… of course, if you want to.”
“Yeah, we need to talk. I wanna know everything and I wanna know him, if ya allow me and if he wants.” He was quick to answer. God, how could you even give him a choice? He had to do it.
“Great. So… I’m gonna let you finish solving things with Deanna, when you are free, come to my house. It’s the one with the magenta pink doormat.” You give some steps backwards, eyes still on him.
“Pink, hugh…” he knew everything with you needed to have a little of pink and for sure with the end of the world you could not afford pink acessories, at least you’d make sure that one thing in your life was.
“Yes…” you almost murmured. “I’ll see you later.”
“See ya…” he replied. Wanna be added to my tag list? Let me know. (Please tell me if you want to be tagged on everything or just specific series)
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mochinek0 · 9 months
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Reunion
No one from Françoise Dupont High School expected Marinette Dupain-Cheng to walk into the ten year reunion. As far as they knew, she hadn't been invited. Marinette strode in, with her head held high, and walked right up to Lila Rossi.
"I want to thank you for being such a bitch to me, Lila." Mari smiled, "You changed my life for the better."
"E-Excuse me?" Lila questioned.
'There' no way that forcing her out of school and isolating her gave her an amazing life!'
"That whole shit about telling people what they wanted to hear." Marinette began to explain, "I got really tired of defending myself and being told that I had to 'love you' to make you a better person by the staff. I got tired of being stacked with doing shit for free: all that babysitting I never said I would do, the banners, uniforms, clothes, fundraisers! It was exhausting for a fifteen year old."
Mari smiled, "Once you turned everyone against me, I realized how much free time I had! I signed up for homeschooling and worked extremely hard to graduate early. I even skipped a couple grades. It turned out that my husband's family were huge fans of my designs, so they offered to pay for my schooling if I moved."
"Husband?" Lila asked, concerned, "I didn't realize you had gotten married."
"Yeah." Marinette stated, "We met when I was seventeen and got married when I was nineteen; we have two kids."
Lila looked up and down at her arch-rival. Aside from a growth spurt and a larger chest, Marinette didn't look like she had changed at all. She looked like she was in her early twenties!
"So, thank you for bullying me." Marinette continued with a smile, "It was the best thing that could have happened to me."
Lila stayed silent. She didn't know what to say to that. None of her other victims had ever thanked her. She could feel eyes on them. She knew people were listneing in on their conversation. If she started to make a scene, it wouldn't end well.
"We'll, I'm married too!" Announced Lila.
"Oh, congrats." Marinette smiled, "Where is the lucky person?"
Lila spotted a tall, dark, and handsome man walk into the venue.
"There he is." Lila smiled.
Lila watched as her prey came towards them.
'Just a few more feet and I'll be able grab him. I'm sure he wouldn't mind playing along for a few minutes.'
Lila reached out a hand to grab him, when he put his arm around Marinette's waist and kissed her.
"Hello, Habibiti." he spoke.
"Everything okay without us at the company?" Mari asked.
He sighed, "Yes. It was just Grayson being himself."
Marinette giggled, "I'm sorry, Lila. This is my husband, Damian Wayne. Where were you saying your spouse is?"
Lila plastered a smile on her face, "They just stepped out. They had their cellphone out. It must be an important client. We're both models."
'There's no way she is married to this guy! The sooner she leaves, the sooner I can tell everyone I recognize him as an actor.'
Lila couldn't believe her luck. Adrien had just walked though the doors.
'Marinette was obsessed with him for years! Her fake marriage will be exposed and I can get the guy to stay with me. It doesn’t matter how much she paid him. I'm sure I could pay him more.'
"Marinette!" Adrien shouted.
He was quick to run over and hug her, pulling her away from her husband.
"Agreste, put my wife down." Damian growled.
Adrien turned his attention to Damian and froze.
"Hey, Wayne." He smiled, before looking around, "Where are the kids? Where's my neice and nephew?"
'Kids? They're really married and have kids?'
"They're with my parents, Adrien." Mari answered, "I'm sure they're being fed sugar and will pass out soon."
"So, is that an invite?" the model asked.
"To my parent's place for sweets?" Mrs. Wayne questioned, "You live here! They call me like once a week saying you were at the bakery!"
Adrien chuckled, "No. What about my time with the kids?"
Marinette looked to Damian, who shrugged. She turned to Adrien and shot him a look.
"Tell you what, you can see them in two days." she replied, "A whole day with Uncle Adrien."
'Uncle Adrien?'
"Really?" Adrien cried out, happily.
"But, you got to plan it." she answered.
"Disneyland Paris?" the Agreste heir suggested.
"Fine." Marinette growled, "But if you lose one of my kids, again, I will hurt you."
Adrien glanced towards Damian.
"Adrien, if you think my husband is scarier, just because you have seen his sword collection, you're wrong." Marinette Wayne declared, "You lose one of my children, I will hurt you worse than my husband could ever imagine."
"Got it." Adrien smiled, "Plan awesome VIP experience for the kids!"
"Great!" Mari smiled back.
"Man, you moving really toughened you up." the model winced.
"I punched my brother-in-law the first day there because I thought he grabbed my ass." Mrs. Wayne spoke.
"That is still one of my best days ever. No one has underestimated you since." Damian stated, before kissing her head.
"So, what are you doing here?" Adrien questioned, "Didn't you graduate like two years before us?"
"Oh, I just wanted to thank Lila for bullying me and getting me homeschooled." Marinette smiled, "It sucked that she bullied me, at the time, but if she hadn't done that, I wouldn't be with Damian and we wouldn't have our kids."
Adrien quickly turned to Lila, "Thank you for being a bitch to my best friend. I love my niece and nephew. Marinette, do you think we should get her like a fruit basket or something?"
Mari laughed, "We have dinner plans so we're gonna head out. Enjoy the reunion, Adrien."
Adrien took a step back and eyed Marinette's dress. It was a short black bodycon dress with puffy transparent sleeves. He eyed the black heels, warily.
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"Dressed like that?" he questioned.
"Eyes on my wife's face, Agreste." Damian growled.
Adrien rolled his eyes, "She's all yours. I don't think I've ever seen you dressed like this, is all. You think you'll be able to take care of the kids dressed like that?"
Marinette answered, "They are staying with my parents tonight." before walking away.
Adrien watched as Damian placed his hand at Marinette's waist, likely making sure she didn't fall in those heels.
Adrien smiled, evilly, "Hey, Marinette!"
The designer turned to look back at her friend.
"I want another neice or nephew!" he shouted.
Marinette's face morphed from shock to embarassment, before she quickly glared at her best friend. She squeaked as she was quickly lifted into her husband's arms.
"Damian, you put me down!" she snapped at him.
"No." her husband responded.
"Why not?" she growled.
"Adrien won't get his wish if you're in jail for harming him." Damian smirked.
Marinette buried her face in her husband's chest and remained silent.
Adrien laughed as Marinette was carried out of the reunion. Nino walked up to him, confused.
"You….You kept in touch with Mari?" he questioned.
"Of course!" Adrien smiled, brightly, "I helped her with her math sometimes and she talks with Father about designing. She's my best friend."
"Designs?" Rose asked.
"Marinette is a fashion designer in the states." he answered, "Her husband's family runs an international company. She occasionally designs for their clothing line, but they do other stuff, too. Marinette has an office in their building, but she mostly does custom work. I think last year someone asked for a wedding dress. It was around $25,000."
"Seriously?" Alya asked, full of surprise.
"Oh yeah!" Adrien smiled, "She's an amazing deisgner. A lot of her dresses and suits have been coming out on runways and red carpet events."
"You're forgetting that she bullied Lila!" cried Sabrina, "She was mean to her! How can you be friends with her?"
"Actually, it was the other way around." Adrien stated, "Lila once claimed that Mari pushed her, after school, so hard that she injured her knee and was forced to walk home with a limp. I tried to tell you that Marinette couldn't have done it; Marinette had been with me the day before. You told me I was just confused. You never let me speak. You just decided Lila was right."
The class just stared at him.
'Had they really done that? Had they ignored Adrien when he tried to defend Marinette?'
"You never listened to me or Marinette when we told you about Lila being a lying bitch." he shrugged.
"But you're married!" Kim shouted, "How can you choose Marinette over a model?"
"I didn't. I'm bi and dating a male model from my father's company." Adrien announced, "Lila was fired when she was sixteen. Wasn't Lila held back a grade? Why is she even here? You didn't graduate with us or even from this school."
"It was a computer error!" Max spoke up, "Lila said that-
Adrien rolled his eyes, "Her mother called Natalie and declared she was owed a meeting with my father. She said we ruined Lila's future by forcing her to model. She threatened to sue the Gabriel brand until we showed her the 'signatures' on the forms. Turns out, Lila forged those so her mother's hands were tied. Her mother started shouting how she should send her to boot camp, back in Italy, as the left the house."
One by one they turned to look at Lila.
"i-I wanted to see everyone." she whispered, weakly, "I missed my friends."
"Thank for stopping by." Adrien stated, "You can leave now."
"Adrikins!" Chloe shouted.
"Chloe!" Adrien called back, "I missed you. We loved that spa treatment. You're the best!"
Chloe smiled and pulled Adrien away from the rest of the group to socialize with the other students.
"You still talk to that trash?" they heard Chloe ask.
"Rossi?" Adrien questioned, "Nah. You missed Marinette by a couple minutes. She came here and thanked Lila for being a raging bitch. The rest of them were still trying to kiss ass."
"The queen, herself, and I missed it." the Bourgeois heiress teased.
"Date night." Adrien quipped, "She brought Damian and the demon brigade."
"I missed the little ones?" she screeched.
Adrien laughed, "They're with her parents. Better book your time with them before they leave again. Oh, and Mari is already threatening bodily harm if anything happens to them."
"You lost one last time!" Chloe cried.
"I said I was sorry!" Adrien rebutted.
Chloe scoffed, "You're lucky you didn't die that day."
"I know." Adrien sighed, "Would it be weird if I put them on one of those kid leashes? I feel like they would fuck with me and purposely try to get lost to see me sweat, again. Honestly, I don't know if it's a mini Damian or mini Marinette. Don't get me wrong, Damian is frightening and he could probably work in the CIA torture room, but seeing Marinette pissed off, scares the living crap out of me. She's creative and could probably make something specifically to hurt me."
Chloe looked up from her phone, "I bought you the leashes. They'll be here tomorrow. You're welcome."
"Chloe." Adrien replied, "You didn't answer me."
"I was frenemies with her for years, Adrikins." Chloe answered, "Mari will find some way to hurt you and she wouldn't need her godly husband to do it. You have every right to fear for your life for pissing her off. Look at what happened to the idiot brigade: they believed a liar and bullied her. None of their dreams came true. The Waynes own half the companies those idiots wanted to work for. I wouldn't put it past Damian to rat those losers out to his family and have them blacklisted. You have seen how overprotective he is of their kids; he's the same way with her."
"True." Adrine sighed, "He still yells at me when I hug her."
"Idiot." Chloe declared, rolling her eyes.
The class looked at each other before pulling out their phones. They looked up Marinette and the Wayne family. The class shifted nervously as they realized what Chloe had said was true. The Waynes and Marinette owned their jobs. They were all comfortable with their jobs, but they weren't anything to brag about. They had all wanted bigger and better things at thirteen.
None of them were the doctors, rock stars, DJs, journalists, environmentalists, or the Olympians they thought they would be. They worked desk jobs or became something close to what they wanted. Lila knew she would never model again when Gabriel told her that he was going to blacklist her. The Waynes owned everything from food to biolabs to steel to shipbuilding and aerospace. Lila silently left the reunion as everyone came to terms that their dreams ended long ago.
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thetrashqueeeen · 1 year
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the hunger games is having a resurgence and i’m back on my bullshit so i thought i would post what i always imagined the rest of effie’s life looked like
she stays in the capitol to begin with. katniss was shocked when she saw them kiss, but was hastily shut up by haymitch when she teased him and they never really spoke about effie much after that. effie called haymitch once a week, filling him in on the rebuilding efforts, her rapidly blooming social life, new fashion trends, inter-district moving and the latest in geese rearing tips(i’m a goose apologist here he keeps geese ok). he can tell something is off but he doesn’t realise how much of it is outright lies
effie wakes in the mornings screaming, the pain of whatever torture she was reliving rapidly dissolving as her bedroom sharpened into focus. She rarely leaves her apartment. she watches them rebuild from her window, her heart racing when unexpected bangs and crashes come from construction sites. she gets up later and later each day, sometimes not bothering to get out of bed at all. when she can’t face the nightmares, she goes to the roof of her building and screams off the edge until her voice is hoarse. she tells haymitch that she’s been out partying when she calls. her neighbourhood gets a reputation for being haunted, people say you can still hear the rebels screaming at night. her old friends are mostly dead and the ones that aren’t can’t face the memory of her as much as she can’t face the memory of them. they do try for a while, pretending that everything is fine for as long as they can ignore the frenzied fear right under the surface. the cocoon her life has become feels suffocating but ultimately comforting. she tells herself she’s fine, that this is fine. she doesn’t know why she lies to him when she calls.
she lasts a year. one afternoon, she’s on the phone with haymitch and he’s telling her about katniss and peeta. they’ve just gotten engaged for real and he’s chattering on about them in the way he does when he lets his guard down. his voice is so comforting and so nice and so homely that her heart clenches and her hand grips the phone so tightly the plastic nearly buckles in her grip. she closes her eyes so the only thing entering her brain is his voice. when they get off the phone she throws her favourite things into a suitcase, showers and gets dressed in actual clothes for the first time all week and walks to the train station before she can think about it too hard. the days she spends on the train pass quickly and she steps onto the platform at 12 in the middle of a deluge. she trudges over to victors village, her suitcase clattering over muddy paving stones. she steps into the square of victors village in the pouring rain, looking sullen, tired and thinner than when anyone last saw her. she’s filled with sudden unease, and stands still, not sure she has the nerve to go and bash on his door. she feels much too old for this, much to old to run away from her life without telling anyone, for a man who didn’t even invite her. she’s freezing. peeta notices her and goes to invite her in, but katniss stops him, seeing haymitch has set out to meet her in the square. as he gets closer he notices she looks like shit. she’s not dressed for the rain and her clothes cling to her depressingly, her hair is plastered to her face and she looks about as tired as he feels. she’s stood with her arms crossed tightly, looking like she might cry. he wraps his arms around her cold, sodden frame and it takes her a second, but she wriggles her arms out from between them and wraps her arms around his neck, stepping closer. they might be too old for this, but she can’t deny this is better than whatever she was doing before. he doesn’t kiss her there; it still feels too alien to not hide.
the next morning, effie pulls one of haymitch’s porch chairs to the edge of the veranda and basks in the rising sun, allowing it to warm her all the way through. he comes out with coffee an hour or so later, remembering she missed it in 13. peeta comes over to say hello and effie finally feels her heart slow down.
she gets used to the rhythms of 12. she did worry that too much time had passed for them, but they fall back together as they’re meant to. they bicker and debate through barely suppressed smiles and finally offer the overt support the other has always needed. when haymitch gets up to feed the geese at first light, he leaves her in bed alone and she rolls into the warm spot he leaves. he makes her coffee when he’s done and says it’s because he’d never hear the end of it if he didn’t. in reality he just can’t imagine not getting to see her lift her bleary head off the pillow, her blonde hair mused and her eyes flickering open. her hair is one of the things he loves the most. he teases her about her ‘lotions and potions’ but he spends hours running his hands through her hay-coloured waves. she lets it grow down to her shoulders for the first time since her baby hair was chopped off for wigs. she starts growing produce in the back garden. the first time katniss sees her, hair tied back with a patterned scarf, wearing dungarees and chunky boots, she laughs out loud so hard that effie’s in a huff with her for a whole week. she offers an apology only because her wedding simply will not happen without effie planning it.
one day, she gets up as soon as she hears haymitch go out the back door in the morning. she dresses in a baggy t-shirt and bright dungarees (she tries her best not to link the bright dungarees that being her so much joy to grey jumpsuits) and makes coffee for them both. he startles when he finds her at the kitchen table, but she just asks him if he knew she had a degree from capitol university. he didn’t. she tells him she wants to teach children in the school house and expects him to laugh. he does a little bit, but then tells he she’ll be fantastic and admired her as she marched out the door to go and talk to the head teacher. they start her out easy, but the children adore her funny accent, soft hair and bright clothes. she adores them all right back. effie has a gaggle of small children running around her for all of the wedding and katniss looks over her the entire day, smiling at her and haymitch playing with them all. peeta had been slowly beginning to raise the idea of a family, but katniss had been shutting it down forcibly every time. she walks over to peeta at the reception and draws his attention to the large game of tag effie was participating in. as haymitch starts hefting kids over his shoulder shouting ‘the monster’s coming’ katniss tells him she wants their first daughter to be called primrose, not prim- never prim, but primrose. they’ll be great surrogate grandparents, she tells him.
effie adores little Finnick from the moment he’s born. haymitch also adores the baby, but is much less willing to show it. katniss pretends to not notice he still shakes sometimes and he pretends he doesn’t only hold him when he’s sat down. a few years later, finnick is joined by primrose who is just as beautiful as her namesake. as soon as finnick is old enough to go to school, effie insists on teaching his class every year. once primrose is old enough she trades off each year, trying (and failing) to pretend they’re not her favourite. finnick trains as a carpenter and every time effie so much as mentions something that needs fixing in the house finnick is there with a toolbox and his father’s smile. primrose grows up in awe of her big brother, the boy who calls her pipsqueak, shared every glass of orange juice he’s ever drunk with her and copies her maths homework every days she can remember. when he starts his own business, she starts to keep his accounts. it’s the summer she turns 15. she carries on absorbing knowledge like a sponge, retaining every fact, theorem and topic effie gifts her with. effie is the first person she tells when she applies for a scholarship at capitol university. her mother is the first person she tells when she gets it. katniss cries soft, bittersweet tears when primrose tells her she’s going to study medicine at the big university in the capitol. effie hugs her so hard on the platform as she gets the train that she thinks she might snap. katniss is so happy that her children are no longer the children of the last victors. they are the carpenter and the doctor. they have never once chopped their dreams off at the knees just in case they get reaped. katniss and peeta cry at her loss, sure she will only return to visit. finnick and effie do not cry, they know she’s coming back. she comes back with a woman in tow, but she comes back none the less. effie plans her marriage to the woman they come to know as Evie. finnick gets married just a year after they do, and he and his wife have so many children, haymitch jokes they should start a football team.
effie and haymitch don’t get anywhere near as long as they deserve, but they do get 25 good years. haymitch is older than she is, and his body has been through a lot. when she pleads with him to go to the capitol for treatment, he begs her to understand why he can never go back there, and she finds she does. he passes in his own bed, with his wife laying next to him, stroking his hair with quiet reverence. the last thing he hears is her whispering quietly that she loves him more than anything. that she would go through all of it again for just one more day.
when haymitch is gone, effie retires from the school house and spends as much time as she can with katniss, peeta, finnick, primrose and their various broods. she fully expects to die of a broken heart, she considers it only right. she thinks often of the tired, scared woman who stood in the rain waiting for him. she does not die of a broken heart, much to her annoyance. she doesn’t even grow much weaker with age. she keeps the geese until the last one dies and never stops growing food in her garden. one hot day in summer, the whole family go down to the meadow to bask in the heat and watch the children play. ‘this is the life a victor deserves’ she tells katniss as they watch finnick and primrose play with the children. she lays down in the sun to have a nap, resting her head on katniss’s lap. she hears the children screech with laughter, she feels the warm sun on her skin and she passes quickly, her last breathe quiet and unnoticed. haymitch is waiting for her when she gets there.
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the shakespeare exhibit - part 7
pairing: tara carpenter x reader
summary: in which tara accompanies you to a family party
warnings: homophobia/biphobia
word count: 4100+
author's note: longest thing i've ever posted. also, had to look up so many specific quotes for this one...
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"So, how many people did you say will be at this party?” Tara asked, looking out the window as you drove down another dirt road. Ever since the two of you had passed the city and made it off the highway, it had been all cornfields, farms, and forests. Tara knew one thing for sure: she would never live in the countryside of New York, even if you wanted to.
You shrugged behind the wheel, reaching out to lower the music a bit. One of Tara’s more ‘pop-y’ songs was on, and the bass was loud. “I’m not really sure,” you said, sparing her a glance before refocusing on the road ahead of you. “My parents know a lot of people, but I’m sure it won’t be more than…two hundred?”
Two hundred people?! Tara thought, her eyes widening. I have to meet two. hundred. people?!
“Don’t worry, though,” you continued quickly. “Only about fifty of that is family; the rest are family friends or work acquaintances, so you won’t have to talk to them if you don’t want to.”
Thank fucking god. “And can you give me a run down on the more immediate family again?”
“Well, there’s mom and dad, obviously.” You took a left, not bothering with your blinker because there was no one else around. However, rather than more dirt road, your tires were finally rolling against pavement. “Nathaniel and Edmund--but, you can’t call him ‘Edmund’; you have to say ‘Eddie’, or he’ll get upset.”
“And they’re identical, right?”
Trees were lining the pavement, perfectly spaced apart and shaped, and Tara readied herself to be met with your house. Except…it never came. You just kept driving and driving, and it seemed like there was no end in sight.
You nodded. “Yup--identical. You’ll be able to tell them apart, though. It’s easy.” You hummed as you thought. “Oh, baby Cordelia, of course, but only my father calls her by her full name.”
Your baby sister, Cordelia, or Lia, as she was called by most, was turning a year old that day, which was why you and Tara had made the drive up to your parents’ house. They were throwing a party for her, and an extravagant one at that.
“And then my father’s parents: Grandma Jane and Grandpa Thomas. They live in the house with everyone, but odds are you won’t meet them today. They like to spend their time in the wine cellar when we have guests.” You leaned toward her just slightly, like you were about to tell her a secret. “Grandpa Thomas has never been the biggest fan of…people. He’s a book guy, you know?”
Mom, dad, Nate, Eddie, Lia, Jane, Thomas. Tara nodded to herself as she made the mental note, determined not to get anyone’s name wrong. “Okay, and--”
Finally, your house started to show in the distance, and Tara’s jaw literally dropped. Even from where the two of you were, it was huge, and not just rich-person-huge but old-money-huge.
It was a large, shapely building made of blue brick; two large, white pillars stood near the front entrance and extended all the way up to the roof; windows upon windows were lined in white to match the rest of the house; vines flowed down from the roof, though they were neat and calculated, giving the house an old-vibe rather than a messy one.
Holy. Fucking. Shit, Tara thought as your house--if it could even be called a house--drew closer and closer. She stared in awe as you drove the two of you around the circular driveway, centered around a gorgeous fountain, and to the parking area, which was already overflowing with cars.
Once you parked, you turned to her, glancing down sheepishly. “I know it’s a lot,” you said, your voice soft. “The house, the party, the meeting everyone.” You inhaled deeply. “If you feel uncomfortable about anything at any time, just let me know and we can hide in my bedroom, okay? Or, if you need a moment alone, it’s up the stairs, to the right, fourth door on your left.”
She’s just too perfect. Tara grinned, that type of grin she only ever had when she was with you, and leaned across the center console, pressing a kiss to your lips. “I’m sure it’ll be great, baby.”
You flushed, the way you always did whenever she kissed you, even though she had kissed you a million times at that point; she never tired of the way the red painted your cheeks, or how you’d smile subconsciously.
“Okay.” You nodded and kissed her again for good measure. “Then let’s do this.”
You climbed out of the car, rounded the hood, and opened the door for Tara to step out. Always so chivalrous, she thought, grabbing the present that she had brought for your sister from the floor of your car. It was just a small toy, and she suddenly started to second-guess it as you led her toward the entrance.
As soon as she stepped into the house, marble flooring beneath her feet, she gulped. There were at least a hundred people there already, all having traveled to celebrate your baby sister, and they were scattered around, talking and laughing and drinking champagne. She was glad she had worn her nicest dress for the occasion, but even that didn’t seem nice enough.
I do not belong here, her mind whispered.
Before she could even utter a single word to you, all eyes turned, smiles and grins and furrowed eyebrows and tilted heads watching your every move. This is like a creepy cult movie. She glanced at you, somewhat surprised that you were relaxed as you waved.
“Hi, everybody!” you said, and there was a chorus of greetings in response.
Then, suddenly, there was pounding coming from upstairs, and two heads peeked over the banister, gleaming grins on each of their faces and identical in every way--except for their hair, Tara noticed quickly; one had his hair sticking out every which way while the other’s was combed down neatly.
“Y/N’s home!” the messy-haired one shouted. All eyes turned to them, fond smiles on everyone’s face as they stared up at the boys.
“‘A victory is twice itself when the achiever brings home full numbers!’” the other yelled. Okay, well, that one’s Nate, Tara thought, and she watched as they bounded down opposite stairs, their legs carrying them quickly so they could be the first to truly greet you.
They rammed into your waist, making you stumble back as you held them close. “Hi, boys,” you giggled, and everyone--everyone--laughed at the joy that was radiated from the three of you before going back to their conversations.
You hugged your brothers tightly before pushing them away slightly. You took Tara’s hand in your own, and her heart fluttered at the feeling of your warmth against her skin. “Nate, Eddie, this is Tar--”
“The girlfriend!” Eddie cheered.
Nate followed up with, “She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed!”
Does this kid only speak in Shakespeare? Tara wondered. Is that even possible?
“Hi, guys,” Tara said, smiling. “Nice to meet you.”
“To mingle friendship far is mingling bloods,” Nate replied.
“What this dork means,” Eddie started, elbowing his brother, “is that we can’t wait for you to become our sister-in-law!”
Sister-in-law?! She glanced at you, and you cleared your throat, unraveling your hand from hers and placing it on the small of her back. “Eddie, Nate, go find Nana and Pops.” You leaned down and whispered something to them, and both boys nodded fervently before rushing away.
“So, you talk about me to your brothers?” Tara teased, grinning at you.
You rolled your eyes lightly, carefully guiding her further into the house. “Don’t listen to a word they say. They’re--well, you met them.” A handful? she thought. Yes.
You passed by people, sparing short greetings or simple waves, until you stood with Tara in the kitchen. “And don’t mind Nate’s speech,” you said, chuckling. “He’s been in Shakespeare-mode ever since he got that part in the play. He only talks in quotes now, no matter what play they’re from.”
She hummed. “Reminds me of someone I know,” she said, leaning up to kiss you.
Just as you began to lean down, there was an excited squeal, and you pulled back quickly, eyes wide and landing on whoever had interrupted you.
“Mom!” you rushed out, blushing. Tara spun around, a nervous smile on her lips as she stared at your mother, who grinned right back.
“You must be Tara, sweetheart!” your mom said, pulling Tara into a hug. Okay! I guess this is a hugging family! She placed her hands on Tara’s shoulders, looking at her. “You’re even prettier than Y/N said!”
“Hi, ma’am--”
Your mother waved her off. “Oh, please. Just call me ‘mom’.” She grinned, and Tara realized that you had her smile. “I’m sure you’ll be in this family soon enough.” Tara felt herself pink at the words. I sure hope so.
“Mom!” you groaned from behind.
Your mom hummed. “Yes, well, I was just coming to grab another apple for your father. You know him,” she said. “Eats like he’s a horse,” she whispered to Tara.
You perked up at the mention of your dad. “Oh, Tara! Let’s go see him. I’m sure he has Lia, right, mom?”
“Yes, yes.” She was digging around the fridge. “I was so sure I bought more,” she muttered to herself.
You sidled up beside Tara and took her hand, leading her toward a different area of the house. There were even more people there, standing around one object and cooing. You squeezed past them all, offering ‘hello’s’ and ‘nice to see you’s’ as you did.
“Dad!” you exclaimed when your father came into view, Lia in his arms.
“Ah, the prodigal daughter returns,” your dad hummed. He wrapped an arm around you in a hug before handing you your sister. “Watch your hair,” he warned. “She’s in her pulling phase.”
As if on cue, Lia reached up and tugged at your ear, giggling when you groaned. “Lia! No pulling,” you mumbled. Tara grinned, butterflies stirring in her stomach at the sight. Talk about baby fever.
“And you’re Tara,” your father said, looking at her. He wasn’t an intimidating man at all, but Tara had heard how highly you spoke of him, and, needless to say, she was nervous.
Oh boy, she thought. Here we go.
“Hello, sir,” she said, sticking her hand out. I hope I’m not sweating. Please don’t be sweating.
He inspected her outstretched arm for a moment before laughing loudly and clapping a hand on her shoulder. “No handshakes for family, Tara!” He pulled her into a hug, just like your mother had. I have to become a part of this family. It’s a must. “And, gosh, don’t call me ‘sir’! That’s so formal! Just call me ‘dad’.” His voice was joyous, excited, and Tara understood immediately where you got your personality from.
“Okay,” she said with a nod. “...Dad…” It was weird, feeling the word slip from between her lips, but the man lit up upon hearing it.
“Tar, come here,” you called gently. She took a few steps until she was at your side, and grinned down at the baby in your arms. “Wanna hold her?”
“Oh!” Baby. Can’t drop it. That thing’s alive. “Sure.” It was a careful handoff as Lia settled into Tara’s arms, smiling up at her. She had the same eyes as you, who had the same eyes as your father, and Tara was immediately smitten. “Well, aren’t you just the cutest thing!”
And then, Lia was pulling at the ends of her hair, and Tara thought, Yeah. Maybe I don’t want a kid just yet.
“I’ll take her off your hands,” your father said, holding his arms out. Tara handed Lia back to him, watching as he stuck his tongue out, to which Lia laughed. “My little Cordelia,” your father sighed.
“She’s the favorite child now,” you whispered to Tara. “Come, let’s get something to drink.”
You took her not to the kitchen but to the bar, and Tara marveled the whole way as she caught sight of old paintings, framed poems, antiques that littered the walls. It wasn’t crowded in any way; it was all beautiful and exactly how she expected your house to look.
You ordered the two of you champagne, and the bartender didn’t say a word as he poured your drinks, handing them to you with a soft smile.
“So, that’s everyone. Like I said, my grandparents are probably hiding away in the wine cellar,” you said, taking a sip from your glass. “What’d you think?”
You’re the perfect mixture of your parents, she thought. Everything makes sense now. “They’re all lovely.”
You grinned. “I’m glad you like them. I can already tell they love you. Well, I could tell that from the moment I told them about you, but--”
Someone interrupted you.
“Y/N.” The voice was masculine, strong, stern, and Tara could sense a bit of pretentious asshole in his tone.
She spun around when you did and watched as your eyes landed on the man; you immediately straightened up, your shoulders tensing and your smiling fading into a tight-lipped greeting. She straightened up, too. I bet he’s a dick, she thought, eyeing him and internally scoffing at his stupid face.
“Connor,” you gritted out like it pained you.
Tara reached to take your hand, knowing that you sought touch in moments of stress, but, just barely, you moved away from her grasp. She felt her heart drop into her stomach. Who is this douche and why is he making her so…rigid?
You held your head a little higher and clenched your jaw. “Why are you here?”
He smiled, though Tara thought it looked more like a snarl. “Well, our parents are friends, so why wouldn’t we have been invited to Lia’s birthday party?”
That’s it, Tara promptly decided. I’m going to punch him by the end of the night.
“Right, of course.” You held your champagne glass a little tighter. “And how are you finding everything?”
“Oh, your parents throw lovely parties. Although, it’s not like I’m any stranger to them.” He took a sip of his wine and smacked his lips together. “I was surprised to find you here, actually.”
“It’s my baby sister’s birthday. Why wouldn’t I be here?” you asked.
He waved you off. “Your mother mentioned something about you having been busy--working a minimum wage job and whatnot.” The condescending nature of his words made Tara ball her hands into fists. If he doesn’t walk away in five seconds, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to his perfectly-straight, stupidly-white teeth. He turned to her, an eyebrow raised. “And this is…?”
Your worst fucking nightmare, douchebag, Tara thought, but she offered him the smallest of smiles instead, not yet knowing if she was allowed to make an enemy of him.
You startled, like you had just remembered that she was standing beside you, and slid your arm around her waist. Tara watched as Connor clenched his jaw at the action. Yeah, fuck you!
“Connor, this is Tara. My girlfriend.” He scoffed, loudly, and your hold on her tightened, your fingers digging into her hip. “Tara, this is Connor. He’s…a family friend.”
He hummed. “If that’s what you’d like to call us, then sure, Y/N.” Your name rolled off his tongue too comfortably for Tara’s liking, especially for how stand-offish you became around him. “So, still in your little…exploratory phase, then?” he asked in such a way that made your grip turn almost bruising and caused Tara’s stomach to turn unpleasantly.
“No, Connor,” you said. “I’m bisexual. There is no exploring.”
“Sure.” He chuckled like he didn’t believe you. “Perhaps the men at Blackmore are just less than satisfactory.”
“Okay, why don’t you--” Tara began, only to be cut off by you pulling her into you.
“Or perhaps Tara can just satisfy me more than you ever did,” you snapped.
Tara froze. What? Is he…did they date?
Connor furrowed his eyebrows in anger, his eyes turning dark as they set themselves on her. “Does she even come from money?” There was venom in his voice, the disgust in his expression not bothering to hide itself.
A shiver ran down Tara’s back, and she glanced at the floor, her skin suddenly feeling too small for her, the air seeming too thick to breathe in. From the moment she had stepped into your home, she had felt a little out of place, and now Connor was simply confirming that thought.
“Does that matter?” you seethed.
“Of course it does. When you come from families like ours, everything matters. I mean, if you’re serious about this whole…bisexual…thing, how could you know she’s not just using you?” His words were coming out fast, spit flying as he spoke, his cheeks flushing with rage. “At least with me, you knew there were no ill intentions.”
Using her? Tara thought, feeling herself shrink slightly. Ill intentions?
“You have no idea what you’re talking about, Connor.” Your voice was sharp and threatening, holding a warning behind it.
“I take it, then, that she doesn’t come from a family of the arts.” His eyes flickered down before glancing back up again. “Or any family that matters.”
There was a beat of silence, a pause in which Tara could feel anger radiating from you and shame filling her every vein, and it was strange. She pulled herself from your grasp, mumbled out, “I have to use the bathroom,” and rushed away with teary eyes. Away from him, away from the party, away from you.
Faintly, she could hear you calling her name, and then a few angry shouts, but she wasn’t paying attention. She was focused on squeezing past people and slipping upstairs to your bedroom, her hand fumbling around in her purse for her inhaler.
Fuck, where is my inhaler? she thought as she tripped up the last step and stumbled down the hall, counting one, two, three, doors on her left until she found the fourth—your bedroom. She shut the door behind her and leaned against it, rummaging through her purse in a panic as she tried to blink back her tears.
When she finally caught hold of her inhaler, she took two puffs and threw her head back, groaning. Stupid. Thinking I could fit in here. Thinking this was all normal. Stupid.
There was a knock on the other side of the door; then, a voice, soft and careful. “Tara?” She could hear some shuffling out in the hall. “Tara, dear?”
Tara straightened. Is that her mom? she wondered. What is her mom doing here right now?
“Could you let me in, Tara?”
Tara wiped beneath her eyes and, with a heaving sigh, turned around and opened the door, her shoulders slumping slightly at the sight of your mother’s worried face.
“I saw you run off, dear,” your mom started, taking a hesitant step forward, “and Y/N was nowhere in sight, so I thought I’d come check on you.”
This whole family is just too good. “I’m alright,” she lied through her teeth.
Your mother hummed and ventured further into the room, sitting on the edge of your bed with her legs crossed over one another. “I saw you and Y/N speaking to Connor Harris.” Her face soured as she spoke his name, and Tara smiled softly at that. “I’ve never liked that boy, but Y/N’s father and his father have been friends since childhood.”
Tara swallowed. I need to know. I need to ask. “Were Y/N and Connor…were they together at some point?” she asked.
Your mom’s eyebrows furrowed and a frown pulled at her lips. “Dear, they were engaged. Has she not told you?”
It was like the world stopped for a moment. Engaged? Tara wanted to throw up. Her vision blurred immediately; a pit in her stomach formed; she could feel herself shaking. Engaged?! She was engaged?! To him?!
Your mother stood and, before Tara could say a word, wrapped her arms around her, holding her trembling body close. “Tara, honey. It is just a part of Y/N’s past, but she’s with you now, and that’s what matters.”
Oh my god, I’m being comforted by her mom right now, Tara thought. This is so embarrassing. She pulled away and sniffled, holding her head up. “Thank you, truly. I’m just…shocked that she never mentioned an engagement before.” How did she never tell me?
“Yes, well--”
“Tar?” your voice called from near the door. “You in here, bab--” You appeared in the doorway, stopping short at the sight of your mother and Tara in your bedroom together, with clear signs of Tara having cried. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
“I’ll leave you two alone,” your mom said, squeezing your shoulder briefly as she exited.
You walked into the room, shut the door behind you, and stepped up to Tara, taking her cheeks in your hand. Your thumb rubbed beneath her eyes, wiping away any remnants of her tears. “What’s going on, sweetheart?” you asked, your voice gentle.
She clenched her jaw, her eyes flitting to the floor. “Your mom told me about…about you and Connor.”
You paled, your hands dropping slightly and your eyes widening. “Oh,” you muttered.
“You didn’t tell me you were engaged before,” she whispered. She took a step away, and you swallowed as your arms fell to your sides. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because it’s not a big deal,” you said, biting your lip.
“Not a big deal?!” Her eyebrows furrowed. How could she think this isn’t a big deal? “You were engaged--set to spend the rest of your life with someone.” She waved her hand. “Set to spend the rest of your life with him! And you think that’s not a big deal, or something that you shouldn’t tell your girlfriend?”
“Tar, let me explain,” you pleaded. “Just, let me explain, please.”
She inhaled sharply. “Fine.”
You sighed in relief, blinked hard, and began. “He proposed to me at our high school graduation, up on the stage, in front of everyone. I--I didn’t want to embarrass him, or our families, so I said yes, and, technically, yes, we were engaged.” You shook your head, slumping onto your bed and holding your face in your hands. “I should’ve never said yes. We went home that night, and I told him I didn’t actually want to get married. Obviously, he didn’t like that, so he broke up with me.”
Tara’s face softened, her anger simmering. “You were engaged for…what…only a few hours?”
You nodded, glancing at her. “Yeah. That’s why I didn’t tell you, because it really isn’t a big deal. I mean, honestly? I hardly liked Connor anyway. I was with him because I thought my parents wanted that, but they don’t care.” You shrugged. “They just want me to be happy.” You stood, crossed the room, and took Tara’s hands in your own. “And you make me happy.”
Tara grinned, then glanced away sheepishly. “I’m sorry I kind of overreacted.”
You shook your head and pulled her into you, your arms wrapping around her shoulders. “No, I should’ve told you. And I’m sorry that I didn’t.”
“It’s okay,” she mumbled into your chest, sliding her own arms around your waist and hugging you tightly. You kissed the top of her head, and she hummed before another thought popped into her head. “Do you think you should be with someone who…has a family like this?” She pulled back and gestured to your room. “Who could afford all of this?”
“Tara,” you said softly, frowning. “I don’t care that your family isn’t in the high arts, or that your parents aren’t business magnates, or that you didn’t grow up the way I did. I love you.” You leaned down and kissed her. “Don’t let what Connor said get to you, okay? He’s a pompous dirtbag.”
Tara chuckled. “He is, isn’t he?”
“Yes. The biggest pompous dirtbag I know.”
She grinned. “I love you, too, by the way.”
“I do love nothing in the world so well as you--is not that strange?” you quoted, smiling.
She rolled her eyes. Always such a dork, she thought. My dork, though. “Are you sure you don’t love Shakespeare more than me?”
You hummed, tilting your head like you were weighing your options, and she scoffed lightly. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’ll always love you more than I love Shakespeare, baby.”
“Good.” Tara bit back her smile. “Does that mean you’ll get a statue bust of me?”
“...I’ll think about it.”
bonus: “so, when you and our sister get married, will you take her last name?” eddie asked, swinging his feet from where he sat at the table in the ballroom.
“eddie--” tara began, only to be interrupted by nate, who sat on the other side of her.
“get thee a wife, get thee a wife!” he exclaimed.
“we’re only 19, guys,” she tried.
“okay, and?” eddie asked, his eyebrows furrowing.
“do you not love my sister?” nate asked, and tara was thankful that, for once, his shakespeare quote sounded normal.
she glanced around, looking for you, but you were talking to one of your aunts on the other side of the room. she leaned down and gestured for both boys to come closer. “i’ll tell you guys a little secret. when we do get married, i plan to take her last name.”
they grinned at each other across tara.
“knew it!” eddie cheered.
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wolfjackle-creates · 2 months
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Answer My Call Chapter 2 Part 2
Happy WIP Wednesday! So last week, we had a tie between Bring Me Home and Answer My Call. The tie breaker didn't come in until Monday after I'd already finished the entire Bring Me Home chapter and half the Answer My Call one.
So y'all will be getting two fic upates today then I'm going to sleep. I'm tired after a full day of work with a call out. XP
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Story Summary: Jazz, Sam, and Tucker manage to help Danny escape the GIW, but they can't follow him and are under too much surveillance to communicate with each other. Sam snuck Danny a phone as he ran and Jazz sends him a text every day, hoping to hear he is all right. But he's not the one getting the texts.
Jason was away for several months on a mission with the Outlaws. When he finally returns home, he is surprised to find dozens of messages from an unknown number begging a Danny to tell her he's okay. Looks like there's not going to be a break between missions this time around.
Chapter 1: AO3 (user locked), Tumblr
Chapter 2: Part 1
Word Count: 1.3k
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After the performances—an odd mix where the main band yielded the stage to a poet or an accordionist when they needed a break—Jazz and Todd continued to mingle.
Jazz waited until about fifteen minutes had passed before reaching into her bag to search for her phone. “Todd!” she cried.
“Jazz? What’s wrong?”
“I can’t find my phone! Shit, what time is it?”
Todd pulled out his. “Eleven fifty. Did you have it when we arrived?”
“I don’t know! I haven’t checked it. Where could it have gone?”
One of the other attendees broke into the conversation. “Lost your phone? What does it look like? We can help you look.” She was a woman in her forties or fifties. Next to her was another woman who nodded her agreement.
“Thank you, that’d be great.” It didn’t take much effort to bring tears to her eyes—all she had to do was remember that Danny was still missing. “It’s a Samsung in an unfortunately standard black case. The lock screen has picture of and my brother. My name’s Jazz, by the way. And this is Todd.”
“I’m Mel and this is my wife Jayden. I’m sure we’ll find your phone soon enough.” Then, in a voice loud enough to cut through the chatter, “Oi! Anyone see an unattended phone lying around? Jazz here misplaced hers?”
Even Mel, though, had to admit defeat after half an hour of searching through the entire apartment yielded nothing.
Jazz sat down on the floor and let herself cry. “And by now we’ve missed the last train. I’m sorry, Todd. What a disaster.”
“Hey, no. None of that, now. Tonight’s been a blast. This sucks for sure, but I can get us an uber or something—”
“How far are you kids going?” asked Jayden.
“Too far,” cried Jazz. “I live out of the city. Parked at Alewife and took the red line in.”
Jayden winced. “Well, we parked nearby. Is there somewhere close we can drive you?”
Jazz blinked up at them. “You’d do that?” She turned to Todd. “I just want to go to sleep. Is there a motel nearby we could stay at?”
Todd pulled out his phone and searched. “Looks like there’s a Holiday inn just down the street or a La Quinta that’s a little cheaper just a bit further out.” He smiled ruefully at the women who’d been helping them. “If you could get us to either place, we’d be more than grateful.”
One of the residents, an older man named Rob, took a seat next to them. “Hey, kiddo. What’s your email? We can contact you if anyone finds it.”
Jazz smiled at him gratefully and gave it. If it wasn’t so necessary, she’d feel bad for lying to and worrying all these people. But they were in so much danger. To the women, she said, “Would the La Quinta be too far out of the way? If I end up having to get a new phone, I’d like to save as much money as possible. Thank God I still have my wallet.”
“Sweetie, it’s totally fine,” assured Mel. “We’d take you all the way home if we didn’t live on the opposite side of the city.”
“Thank you, but that’s really okay. I just want to go to bed and worry about it tomorrow.”
“Come on, dear.” Mel reached out a hand to help Jazz up. “Let’s get you cleaned up then we’ll be on our way.”
Jazz thanked Rob for his help before Mel led her towards the bathroom with an arm around her shoulder.
Less than forty minutes later, Todd and Jazz were alone in a hotel room together. She pulled the blinds shut and finally let herself relax.
When she turned back to the room, Todd was looking at her with one eyebrow raised. “Want to explain to me what all of”—he threw out his hands—“that was about?”
Jazz glared back at him. “You didn’t tell me you died! Damn it, if I’d known in advance—!” she cut herself off and took a deep breath. “Never mind. What’s done is done.”
Todd was deadly still. “How do you know that?”
Jazz threw her hands in the air. “It’s obvious to anyone who knows how to tell. Including the Guys in White who I told you are dangerous to ghosts and liminals! I had plans for what I’d say when they found us, but those won’t work if you’re dead!”
“Wait.” Todd held up his hands. “You’re saying I can be persecuted under those Anti-Ecto acts?”
“Yes! You’re more ghostly than me, and I am watched every minute of every day.”
Todd narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment before asking, “Have you heard of Lazarus Water or had any dealings with the League of Assassins?”
“No! I have no idea what you’re talking about. Quit changing the subject. My brother is the only thing that matters and you and Red Robin promised to help me find him.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do!” Jason’s eyes flashed green, and Jazz glared right back at him. “The League of Assassins are the ones who brought me back to life with Lazarus Water. I need to know if you and your brother are mixed up with them because that would change our approach. If it’s a rogue government agency, that’s one thing. If it’s also the league, we’ve got a whole set of other problems.”
Jazz sat down heavily on one of the bed. “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t— It’s been a long few months. After a long few years.”
Todd sat down across from her and nodded for her to continue. “Tell me what happened.”
“It started three years ago. My parents, they’re ghost hunters. Been building weapons to detect and hunt ghosts since before I was born. But three years ago is when they finally finished their life’s work: the ghost portal. Only it didn’t work at first. Then my brother Danny and his friends decided to be stupid. They went to check it out. I wasn’t there and the three of them don’t talk about it, but something happened down there that day.
“My brother died and the portal was working. Only, he didn’t die all the way. He became half-ghost, half-human. And that would have been bad enough, but with the portal open, ghosts came through from the Infinite Realms, sometimes called the Ghost Zone by humans. Some were benign, but many of them came to cause problems or hurt people. Danny stopped them.”
Todd held up a hand to stop her. “Your brother became a supehero? How didn’t the Justice League hear about this? How old was he?”
Jazz shrugged. “I don’t know about the Justice League. It could be that no one ever contacted them. It could be they didn’t believe us. And it could be that no one cared. Danny felt responsible though, since it was his fault the portal turned on. And he was the only one with the ability to stop the ghosts, so…” She held up her hands in a what-can-you-do gesture.
Todd closed his eyes and let out a careful breath. “I can guarantee you the JL didn’t know about your town. A fourteen-year-old would never have been left alone to monitor an interdimensional portal if we had.”
Jazz had no idea what she thought of that. Danny had done it all alone. So finding out he could have had help? She shook her head. What-ifs were a waste of time. “Well, he did. But the government didn’t like that a ghost was the main defense against ghosts. So the Ghost Investigation Ward, more commonly called the Guys in White or GIW was formed. At first, they were as incompetent as any other ghost hunter. But they didn’t stay that way.”
“What happened to your brother, Jazz?” asked Todd.
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Next
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Not much to say about this one. When I went to the event at this location, my friend and I very nearly missed the last train. It was pulling into the station as we entered. If we'd been 2 or 3 minutes later, we would've been stranded so far from my car, I don't even want to know what that uber or cab would've cost.
Luckily Jazz and Jason had a few good Samaritans nearby.
Next up: We learn more about what happened to Danny!
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mrs-illyrian-baby · 6 months
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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 1
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Rules to Follow | Loki x Reader
The Avengers bring you to the compound after a series of odd events draws their attention. Life seems to be looking up, until your abilities start to show again.
Chapter warnings: 18+ for implied sexual content, false/medical imprisonment
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The cold, bleak conference room was a welcome balm against the uproar of the last two days. 
You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were furious, staring down from the balcony of your flat, anger bubbling through your veins. And then you were watching a row of cars burn in the car park below. 
Maybe you would've gotten away with it if the weather was bad. If less people had been around. If it hadn't gone viral on TikTok. If it was the first time you'd done something weird. 
It wasn't unusual for people to have strange powers, not anymore, but there were certain rules to follow. Rules that included not setting cars on fire and frightening passersby. Rules your grandfather had set about staying in the flat and controlling your emotions, taking your medicine and laying low. 
A hand snapped in front of your face.
“Okay kid, spill. What are you?” Tony asked. 
“Uhm, I’m not anything at all?”
“No, come on. Setting shit on fire, what’s that?”
“Monster, alien or wizard?” Sam piped up.
“I swear to god Samuel quit it with that,” a pen flew across the room with surprising accuracy and embedded itself in the wall behind Sam’s head.
You’d seen them on TV, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Vision, Scarlet Witch and Iron Man. It’d be cool if you had any idea why you were here.
“Mr Stark. I didn’t even know I was doing it until it was too late. I don't know how it happens, but I promise I’m not a threat. It wasn't deliberate, you have to believe me." Your voice wavered, tears pooling in your tired eyes.
“Tony, let her sleep. She can use the spare room on our floor. We’ll keep an eye on her”
“Thank you Mr Rogers” you choked, wiping your eyes.
“Steve, please” his face was soft, reassuring.
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It took an hour to find you something proper to wear.
A day to get your room fixed up, belongings brought from your little flat in London and new furniture procured
A week before you ate with the team, although you watched them from a safe distance. 
A month before you really spoke to anyone. Eventually they called in a therapist. 
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The compound was nice, spacious and modern. There was no work to do, like at your grandfather's flat, just lots of questions that left you tired and disoriented. 
Lauren the therapist was the only person you'd really communicated with, even though you were sure she was relaying the information back to the Avengers anyway. 
"So from what I can tell, she's around twenty five to thirty." Lauren addressed the room, taking in the gathered Avengers. "The details of her life are very hazy, she lived in that flat you visited, Steve, with her Grandad. I know she cared for him and he died some months ago leaving her the flat in his will. She takes medication every day." Laura turned to Bruce "I hope the few I managed to pass on were helpful, so you can refill her script when she needs it." 
"That's the thing," Bruce said, "I can't work out what she's been taking. I've had FRIDAY take scans and vitals, asked Dr Cho, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her." 
"Because she takes her pills?" 
"No, Steve, there's just - there's nothing wrong with her. Her temperature is a little elevated. But that's it, not a dangerous amount. I'd just say she runs warmer."
"So what's in the pills?" Tony asked, leaning over Bruce to look in the manilla file he had spread open on the table. 
"If I didn't know better I'd say something alien."
"But you do know better…" Tony prompted. 
"Adgardian maybe? But in a bottle from her local pharmacy. The name on the bottle’s been scratched off and I couldn’t find anything like this on any pharmacy database."
Tony and Steve turned to Natasha and she nodded. She'd not been able to find anything either.  No phone, no social media, home schooled. Sam suggested they do it the ‘old fashioned way’ and started to encourage Lauren to bring the woman out of her room to spend time with the others in hopes she would make more friends and let more information out.
As you spent more time with the group they found you brought a strange sense of calm, arguments stopped as you approached the table, worries about missions faded away. They even spent more time together as a team organising movie nights and parties, sitting together and being more tactile.
That’s when things started to get very strange.
The old evening routine of everyone slinking off to their bedrooms had been replaced by an easy comradery and then a fizzle of excitement started to build. The music seemed muffled and even Steve and Bucky’s heads felt fuzzy, drunk.
“Let's play spin the bottle!” You declared, downing your beer and lining it up on the coffee table. Before anyone else could fully agree you had flicked the bottle, everyone watched it slow until it came to a stop in front of Wanda.
“You girls don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to,” Steve said. But you shook your head. 
“I don’t mind if Wanda doesn’t… I like girls too and it's just a game, right?” you shrugged.
You leaned over and kissed Wanda quickly on the lips, noting the frisson of tension that built when you pulled away. 
Sam went next, “your lucky night,” he laughed before pulling you in for a kiss. 
The next spin was Natasha and somehow no one was surprised when it landed on you again. Natasha leaned in close but, before her lips could meet yours, you tilted your head to whisper in her ear, “I know there’s someone else you want to kiss, you don’t have to." Natasha blushed, but pressed a warm kiss to your lips anyway.  
“Did you rig this bottle?” Steve asked, picking it up before spinning. You, again.
Bucky put his hand on the bottle. “I wonder who” he laughed, but you had noticed his eyes move across the circle to the red headed assassin. 
As he leaned in for the inevitable kiss you put your hand up, hiding your mouths, “she’s a good kisser,” the words were out before you could stop them. Bucky pulled back, frowning.
“Who?”
You didn't answer, but your eyes danced across the circle to Natasha, studying Bucky's face as he followed the line of your sight. With their eyes locked you placed a chaste kiss on Bucky’s cheek.
You felt dizzy, only two beers in, but your head was swimming. The rest of the group weren’t fairing any better, both girls falling asleep and the boys nodding back against the sofa. Quietly you removed yourself from the pile of blankets and slunk back to your room. You hadn’t meant to say any of that, but you could feel it deeply, so deeply the words had bubbled out before you could swallow them back down. 
That night your sleep troubled you, the room was too warm making you sweat and writhe in the sheets and dreams of the Avengers flashing behind your closed eyes. 
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The next morning no one could make eye contact, each team member focusing on their coffee or toast, eyes down.
When you sat down the same static spark of electricity seemed to move over the kitchen island, making everyone squirm and move in their seats.
Eventually Wanda completed the group, walking in red faced and nervous as she looked around the kitchen before visibly relaxing.
“Oh, we all had the same dream!” She exclaimed “I don’t feel so bad now.” She said, cheerily. 
“Wan, you’re not meant to read our minds,” Natasha protested, covering her ears as if that would make any difference at all. 
“Can we not talk about it,” Bucky grumbled, looking away from Natasha.
“But you slept, Bucky, isn’t that good?” At least Wanda was happy, you felt hot and sick “you didn’t have a nightmare like usual, you had the same …”
“Enough,” he snapped, slamming his spoon into his bowl a little too hard, milk splashing on the spotless counters. 
“Your dream was different though,” Wanda put a hand on your temple despite your attempt to squirm away, “yeah, yours was very different. And so was yours,” She pointed at Natasha who looked over to Bucky without thinking.
Wanda squeaked, a hand over her mouth “But Bucky, yours was just like…”
“Thats enough, ” Steve stood hands on the counter, “we need to figure out whatever is going on here,” everyone looked away blushing as he crossed his arms, Captain America voice in full effect. “For goodness sake, I’m going to speak to Bruce.” 
Steve stormed out and a rush of air moved across the island as everyone breathed out. Wanda let out an awkward laugh, head down so she wouldn't catch the eye of her teammates and left the room. 
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After that incredibly awkward breakfast you began to pull away from the more open group spaces and started to spend a lot of time in the lab with Bruce while he tried to synthesise your medication. The small unlabeled tube of pills one of Stark’s assistants had packed for you was now empty. But all Bruce had been able to discover was a heavy sedative.
“You shouldn’t have even been able to walk around taking something that strong." He took his glasses off to rub a hand over his face, the fatigue of a sleepless night of experiments catching up to him, "you feel okay now?”
“Yeah”
“But you’re an inch taller than yesterday you said?”
“I’m an inch taller than I was this morning.”
Bruce rubbed his hand on his face, dangling his glasses from the other hand.
“Okay, walk me through what happened again”
“So I sat next to Captain Rodgers and Sergeant Barnes in the kitchen and when I stood up I was an inch taller, I could tell because my jeans were too short.”
“That’s not how growing works,” Bruce took a seat beside you and huffed out a breath. 
“I know that I’m not doing it on purpose”
For the last few days you had been slowly growing the trait of anyone you were in close contact with. It was unnerving everyone, looking up and seeing their eyes glowing back, or their hair colour tinged in highlights around your face. But worse still was that there was no clear explanation, none that you could or would give. 
It wasn’t the only change the team had noticed. Wanda, Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky spent the most time together and they had all spent the most time alone together with you. But after only a few days they refused to even enter a room if you were there, prefering to skirt around the edges or take a different route.  
They couldn’t forget the night when they played spin the bottle, in fact they had thrown away all the beer of the same brand and there had been no more team evenings suggested. 
When you were alone with them a tension seemed to fill in the air. Steve had shifted your training rotation so that no one was ever left alone in the gym with you. Sam admitted you’d almost kissed last time you were alone and, red faced, Wanda agreed. Natasha and Bucky had also blushed, looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes. They complained that you kept trying to make them stand next to each other, and had even locked them into a cupboard 'by accident’ while pretending that you were unable to find the key until Steve freed them.
You couldn’t seem to control the feeling either, a primal urge inside of you growing the longer you were without your tablets. Growling and clawing until you had to excuse yourself and take a handful of the sleeping pills Bruce had given you. 
Wanda admitted, as you escaped the building tension for the last time, that this was when her dreams were the most extreme and everyone nodded along. Their nights filled with vivid, primal scenes, moaning and panting, the touch and taste of another filling their senses. 
And, though you could hear them talking about you, you could never admit that your dreams were different, that you saw yourself orchestrating their dreams like a puppet master, like a god and you’d wake in a cold sweat. 
Frightened, they placed you in the medical wing, a secure room with two way mirrors, sound proofing and, most importantly, a lock. Bruce told you that it was somewhere safe, where you could withdraw from the medication that was dwindling in the little orange bottle. But Tony was relieved that the team could relax now without you around. 
Alone, you took another sedative and rolled over in your plastic bed, under the thin sheet, and cried. 
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The last time the team had met someone who had so easily got inside them and changed their dynamic, they had ended up with an alien invasion. Steve was sure you weren’t in control, thinking about your embarrassment and desperation when Bucky and Natasha were locked in the cupboard, how quickly you left the room whenever the conversation became heated. He was sure, sure , you were safe, that it was just a side effect of whatever you’d been taking all these years and that given time everything would go back to normal. 
Tony, however, was taking no chances. 
“We need to call Thor.” He suggested as they watched you through the mirror, you were reading a book and running your finger over your lip as you concentrated. With each pass of your finger your lips changed colour, working through shades of pink and red. 
“What can Thor do?” Bruce had had enough stress for one month, thank you very much, and was much happier handing out medication until they could find somewhere else to send you. All he needed to do was refine some samples and he’d be able to remake your medication and then he could give Fury the go ahead to have you moved. 
“He can bring Loki,” Tony said, jumping up to sit on the tall lab counter and tossing a few blueberries into his mouth. 
Bruce looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “Is that a good idea? The man’s mad.”
“I don’t want to see him anymore than you do. But they could help us figure out if this is magic like them, or a mutation, or if…it’s something else. Then you can pack her off to whichever medical facility you think is appropriate.” Tony waved his hand around in the air as if to demonstrate the unknown fears they all shared. “She shape shifts, Bruce. Loki can do that. And the manipulating thoughts and feelings? Maybe she can learn to control it. We need her to control herself and maybe, maybe , if we’re nice enough, she’ll want to help us too.”
“Do we really want Loki to teach her that, how do we know we can trust him?” Bruce cringed, thinking of the havoc the man had wrought, even if he was being manipulated. Loki was powerful, who knew what he could achieve with a little planning. 
“Thor can help keep him in line,” Tony seemed confident and although his confidence was often catching, Bruce still felt the deep simmer of apprehension sitting low in his gut. 
“At least we’re not fighting like last time,” Bruce sighed heavily, the memory of his last encounter with Loki still fresh in his mind. 
“No, but the sexual tension is killing me. We need to end this.” Tony laughed, thinking back to the red faces of his colleagues and their lack of enthusiasm when he suggested they get drunk and play spin the bottle again. 
“Okay, fine, Tony, you win. Call Thor.” Bruce sighed, leaning forward onto the counter and resting his head in his hands.
“And Loki?”
“And Loki."
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rafedaddy01 · 7 months
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Babes, I literally LOVE your writing, frrr! You're so talented! And OML- you write Rafe soo good! If you take requests, I would do ANYTHING for dark!Rafe x pogue!reader (noncon would be great) where reader dares to talk back to Rafe, and he shows her who's actually in charge😩😮‍💨of course, only if you can! I hope you're okay. Love ya!❤️❤️❤️
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Rafe x fem.kook.reader
Warnings: NONCON, smut, spitting kink, name calling, not really proof read
Rafe was the type to always be in control and you knew that. To be honest it was really fucking annoying. He’d think that he could control you like you were a dog humping his leg, you were a women. A very much independent women. Rafe knew of your fierce side and often would warn you not to use it.
You being the stubborn bitch that you are would not obey. Which of course would result with a punishment. Sometimes it would be light spanking. Other times it would be him luring orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were passed out. You weren’t gonna lie, at times it turned you the fuck on when he’d dominate you, but other times it would just frustrate you. He’d think that he’d bark an order and you’d obey like a good little lap dog.
Tonight was gonna be different. Tonight you’d take a stand. Put him in his place. Oh how that would be a mistake. But you didn’t know that yet. The two of you attended a party as you always do every Friday night. Rafe often sold drugs there and had quite a few buyers. What do you expect from rich teenage asshole who like to waste their parents money. “Go sit over there and wait for me” Rafe barked out at you as he went off to deal with business. You figured annoying him at the start of the night would be stupid, so you obeyed. With an eye roll ofc.
An hour passed, then two, then three. You decided enough was enough. You downed a drink and stood up, eyes scanning the room for Rafe. You spotted him lining up some coke on the table in front of the couch with people around him. Your blood boiled as he snorted it and a tall blonde next to him had her hand on his thigh. He always did stupid shit like this. But when you’d flirt with others he’d “fucking kill them” quote Rafes words.
You stormed up to him, stopping in a Superman pose with your hands on your hips. He stopped telling his blonde friend something that made her blush and turned to see you. It was almost like he had no shame for letting someone else ogle him while you sat and waited for him, his eyes scanning your pissed off face and leaning back into the couch with a sign.
“Didn’t I tell you to sit out” he spit out as the blonde hand was on his chest now
Your eyes filled with rage as you stared at him.
A smirk lifting the side of your lips. “I got tired of listening to you” you said leaning in closer. His eyes switched to a black scolding stare. He was trying to hold himself together in front of his customers, who still sat on the loungers around the two of you. “What did you say?” He said through gritted teeth as he pushed the blonde away from him.
You threw you head back in a crazed laugh. His eyes squinted at you, yours falling back on his and holding his gaze.
His fists were balled up now. “I. Got. Tired. Of. Fucking. Listening. To. You.” You said slowly. “I’m done Rafe. I’m leaving. Enjoy his small sick” you said the last part to the blonde next to him. You turned on your heel and left the group. You weren’t sure where you were going to how you were gonna get there, Rafe being your ride. But you didn’t want to be here. So you headed outside.
Your eyes filled with tears, but it was like a weight lifted off your chest. You were finally free from Rafes hold and it felt good to stand up for yourself. You started walking on the sand near the water that the beach house was by. Your enjoyed the crisp night air as you made way home. “Y/n! Where the fuck do you think your going!” A voice you knew all too well
“Rafe I told you. I’m done listening. Find someone else to be your bitch!” You shouted
“Y/n.. don’t test me” his warning tone made you laugh crazed again.
Suddenly he was right behind you. Your body froze as you turned around. Your cheeks flushed with heat as your eyes met his. There was nothing behind them. They were dark and vengeful as his chest heaved with his breathing. His hands gripped your wrists and twisted, he pulled you closer to him. His musky scent filling your nostrils.
“Let me go Rafe!” You said tugging your wrists back, but no use. His crazed stare intensified as he held you tighter. “Ow!” You winced as he gripped both your hands with one of his and the other snaking around your throat. It wasn’t hard but hard enough to let you know he could easily choke you if he wanted to. “I think you forgot who your talking to princess” he said coming up in your face that you could taste the alcohol off him
You whimpered as he gripped your throat harder, a small gasp leaving your lips in hopes to get more oxygen in. His lips curled up in a sickening snarl. His eyes darted between yours as he kissed you, you resisted but he squeezed harder.
Your mouth stopped fighting and he engulfed you with his tongue, pushing it past your teeth and practically down your throat. You didn’t want it, but you knew it’s be no use fighting. Tears left your eyes as he continued his fight with his tongue down your throat. He pulled back and you sucked in a breath as his hand let go of your hands, one of his still on your throat. “I think you need to be punished, princess” his tone was husky and it shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.
You spit out and it landed right on his face. Big mistake. His smirk vanished as he used his thumb to wipe it off. “Naughty girl” he growled out as he pushed you to the ground.
You scoot her back into the sand, trying to get away. He shook his head as he gripped your ankles and pulled you back to him, his hand gripping your wrists once again and pushing them above your head. At this point you were wiggling around, fear cascading your body at what you knew he was capable of. But you couldn’t help the wetness soaking through your panties. What the fuck was wrong with you! His lips tangled with yours again.
“Rafe! Please!” You cried as tears streamed down your cheeks, the saltiness stinging your eyes. “Shhh, someone will hear your pretty cries, princess” he whispered in your ear as his kiss travelled down your neck, pecking it softly before pulling back. He hovered over you and his signature smug smirk was back on his face. “You should have obeyed” he said gripping your chin with his free hand.
“Never!” You said back at him. Your own face twisted in a scowl as you stared back at him with a confident stare. It was inevitable to fight him. You knew Rafe all too well and you knew what he was capable of. It was better to give into him than fight against him. “Oh, princess. You just don’t know when to stop”
He let go of your chin and lowered his hand to your jeans, unbolting them and pulling the zipper down, one of his hands still pinning both your hands above your head, never letting go
“Smile, princess. You might like what I do to you” he said.
Your eyes held his gaze as his fingers dipped into your wetness. “Why you so wet, princess?” He teased as his smirk widened as his fingers gathered some wetness on them and brought them to your lips, coating them like lipgloss. “Taste how horny you get for me!” He instructed.
Your tongue darted out and licked them as he groaned, watching you.
His hard on was poking you in the thigh as he slightly grinded it to relieve so tension. His fingers dipped back in your jeans and shimmed them a little lower as he rubbed your clit. “Rafe please!” You whined as you tried wiggling against his hold. “Easy, princess. Wouldn’t want to hurt you” he said as he pinched your clit, making you whimper and jerk at the sensation. You didn’t want this but it was no use fighting the pleasure igniting in your body. “Your dripping, princess. You sure you don’t want this” it was like he was reading your mind.
“I don’t.” You said coldly. His smirk widening. He moved his fingers lower, separating your lips and running two fingers between them. A small moan leaves your lips, his eyes darting up to yours. You turn you head to not look at him. “Hey! Eyes on me or I stop” he warns. It took everything in you not to look at him, but surly your head rolls back to his gaze. “Good girl” he praises, resuming his assault.
“Does that feel good?” He asks at his fingers wiggle there way inside you, curling up in a come here motion and pumping in and out. Your mouth hands open. His fingers are so much bigger than yours and it always felt good when he fingered you. You shook the thoughts out as you remembered he was doing this against your will.
“No” you said, voice strained as he sped up, his thumb circling your throbbing clit. “I think your pussy says otherwise, she’s squeezing me so tight. Are you gonna cum slut? Huh?” He asked, shouting the last phrase a bit to loud. You always loved being degraded at he obviously knew that, using it to his advantage. He pumped faster as your legs began shaking. The familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up.
You heard him groan as your juices leaked out of you. He was pumping your poor pussy so hard that the squelching sound could be heard from the house if the music wasn’t blaring so loud, covering up your screams. “Go ahead, princess. Let go, show me just how much you don’t want this” he chuckled as he inserted a third finger. Your body shook vigorously as you high took over and any feeling of not wanting it or of hating Rafe and standing up to him washed out of your body. You screeched a high pitched moan as you slumped back down on his hand.
Rafe retracted his hand and brought it to his lips this time, sucking his fingers clean and groaning at your smell and taste. His eyes darted back to you, tears running down your cheeks. He brushed them off with his thumb as he caressed your face, a false hope of love he was giving you. His gaze darkened as his hand reached down to his belt and undid his pants. Your eyes widening at the realization that he wasn’t done with you.
Rafe was practically foaming at the mouth at the thought of being deep inside you. You tried wiggling free once more but a grip on your jaw made you wince in pain. “Open” he ordered. He pried your mouth open as he let his spit drop onto your shaking tongue. He closed your mouth and watched you reluctantly swallow. “Good girl” he said petting your hair like you were some fucking animal.
His dick was free now and massaging your clit as you wiggled. He slid it between your folds and groaned at the way you gripped him. A low moan betrayed your body as he started thrusting. Laying his head on your shoulder, your own rolling to the side and quietening your cry’s. He thrusted into you hard, rolling his hips slightly and loving the moans that snuck out of you.
He felt you tighten around him and he lost it. Diving into you deeper and letting you wrists go to grip the sand on either side of you. Your hand flying to his neck and gripping for dear life as an orgasm approached. Your mind in a sex haze and forgetting about not wanting it. He fucked you relentlessly. “Your never gonna get rid of me” his threat lingered as your eyes fluttered and indulged in the dark pleasure he delivered your body. His own release shaking his body as he groaned as his pumps came to a stop, still deep inside you.
His breathing picked up as you felt his dick re-harden in you. “Rafe get off me!” You said trying to push him off
He pushed you down. “Not a chance, princess. This is your punishment” he growled. “I know you want it, your pussys practically sucking me in” he started thrusting again and you groaned. Your eyes rolling as you let him use you. He was right. There was no getting rid of him. Showing him your attitude would just get you in trouble.
“I hate you!” You cried as pleasure washed through you again. “Yeah” he said with one hard thrust. “But your pussy doesn’t” he continued slamming into you. Relentlessly. His breaths coating your skin and making you shiver, goosebumps evident. “Your my little whore and don’t you forget it” he scowled.
“Please..” you moaned. “Please” he mocked you. “What do you want?” He asked coming down to your neck and biting. “I-I need to cum” you moaned. His fingers dipped to your clit circled it roughly. Edging you on. “Fuck!” You screamed. “Hold it” he sternly said
His dick twitched as he went back to pounding into you, his balls contracting with his second high hitting him and your, oh you don’t even remember how many he stole from you tonight, hit you both like a truck. He slid out of you and landed his sweaty body on yours.
“Your never getting rid of me y/n.” He said breathing heavy, “and I’m in control here. You will fucking listen to me”
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keraxxx · 10 months
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HIII could you do something where the reader tells bf!ethan how bad her days was and told him someone was really mean and upset with her and they end up going missing the next day bc ethan obviously killed them?
A/N: Hi and of course! This idea is perfect! I’ve been wanting to write something like this omg. I hope you enjoy!
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No one can hurt you.
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Ethan Landry x Fem!reader
Warnings: crying, mentions of bullying, cursing, description or murder, not proof read.
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God you were tired. After that long day at college you couldn’t take it, especially after that one girl keeps running her mouth. She always would talk shit about you and it ruined your day. You just needed to see Ethan and talk to him, hold you for at least a second. So that’s what you did, you went to visit him.
You walk to his dorm and gently knock on his door, trying hard not to get anger and pound on it. You wait patiently as you hear shuffling inside.
Ethan opens the door confused bit his face immediately lights up he was so happy to see you. You were his girlfriend and he loved you more than anything in the whole entire world. “Hey baby.. are you okay?” He frowns as he sees your eyes swell up like tears. He invites you inside immediately, his dorm mate no where to be seen.
“Ethan.. I can’t take this anymore.” You finally let out a sob as he takes you into his arms. “Baby.. what wrong?” Ethan hugs you tightly and rests his head on top of yours in an attempt to comfort you. You couldn’t form any words, you just cried. “Shh.. calm down and explain to me what happened.” He brings you to his bed and sits you down.
“This stupid bitch!” You yelled. “She-she won’t stop talking shit about me! What did i do to her? I just need someone to explain to me what the hell i did!” You vented and sobbed. Ethan just say in silence, listening to your cries. “I can’t stand her! I want her to disappear! Maybe then all these people will stop ruining my day with these stupid insults and rumors.” You wipe your face and look at Ethan.
His face was twisted into a frown, his brows furrowed. You could tell he was mad, words couldn’t even explain how he felt right now. “That’s interesting.” Is all he says as he holds your hand, his other caressing your face. “I need you to calm down.” He says calmly, his eyes look innocent but you can tell something inside him had just snapped.
You breathe in and out a few times. “I’m sorry..” He shakes his head. “No need to apologize I understand.” Ethan hugs you again and your arms wrap around his neck. “God i’m so sorry.. I just wish it was me and you.” You say softly into his ear.
“Don’t worry.. it’ll be okay.” He says as he pulls away to kiss you softly.
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After you had left, Ethan was sitting in his room, his hands folded into each other. He was moving his knee erratically as he started to think. He didn’t want you to be upset about the girl but he also did want you to be worry for about why she was going to go missing the next day.
“Fuck it.”
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You where scrolling in your phone in your bed as a news article popped up. A news article about your college. You immediately read the title.
“Young girl missing in College.”
You scroll down to see the image of the girl. It was her. The girl who always had something to say. Your eyes widened in shock as you gasped. You couldn’t believe it. Maybe the universe was on your side? No, this is bad. You had to show Ethan.
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“I just can’t believe it! I was just talking about her yesterday right? God this is such a nightmare!” Ethan laid back as he watched you pace around the room nervously. “Everyone must be so worried! Her family, friends! I feel so bad.” You say as you pout and walk over to Ethan. You lay down next to him and you both face each other. “How are you not worried?” You say frowning.
Ethan chuckles. “Why should I be? She was rude.” He smirked before kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry about it.. She probably just passed out drunk somewhere.”
But he knew what you didn’t. He knew that she was screaming in the alleyway last night for help. He knew and you didn’t.
“I would never let anyone hurt you. You know that right?” He smiles softly and innocently.
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wuishu · 8 months
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She's everything. He's just Ken
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(I love the Barbie movie so much)
“WHAT THE FUCK? I AM DONE WITH THIS GAME. I don't wanna do this anymore!” he whined while covering his face in frustration. Despite his efforts to work his way out of his enormous debt by streaming another truck sim, he still failed miserably. He was not really angry, he was just putting on a show. He was also getting tired, and doing this stunt made his end stream funnier. 
“Alright, I’m done. I’ll read your donations, and then end stream.”
Finishing his late-night stream, he couldn't wait to just rest with his girlfriend on a couch, watching movies until their eyes fell​​. He sighed and walked towards your recording room. You were currently streaming a game that wasn't a sweat-inducing game, but a chill game. Talking to chat while reading donations, you were getting comfortable when you heard your door open.
“I’m still streaming.” You moved your mic away from your mouth and looked at Schlatt. He hummed, indicating that he heard you. Your relationship was public, but people seeing you together in a stream was new to you. He was different on his channel, the usual crazy, anger-issued guy who has odd humor; he showed your viewer that he’s different when you're together. 
“Hey, Y/N’s chat” He waved his hand at your camera and smile, he found a wooden chair near you and pushed it next to you so they would see him on your stream. The chair was a bit small compared to you, but he still looks bigger. “What are you playing right now?” he asked you, handing him your other bud to let him hear the relaxing background music. 
You slowly swerved your chair, so you could be close to him. “It’s hidden folks. It’s like where's Waldo but listen” You pressed the chest and a man used his voice to imitate the sound of a chest opening. “Oh wow, not weird at all” he smiled
“It’s not weird, I think it’s cute that they're using their vocals for the game” He nodded and looked at your monitor, trying to help you find the things that you needed to win. You on the other hand, watched your chat roll looking at what they thought. He held your hand and moved the mouse to hover over a person. “There, that little shit hiding in the bush.” 
‘Well, you look at that chat. What a helpful man” 
After about half an hour has passed, he was getting so tired of helping you that you gave up and talked to your chat. Slowly he laid his head on your shoulder and also answering some of chats questions. You placed your hand on his hair and patted it like a cat. “Yeah, we wanted to watch the Barbie movie, but our free time rarely collides.” You didn't realize that Schlatt was falling asleep because of how soothing your voice was and how gentle you are at massaging his scalp. 
: Your ken is falling asleep
You slowly looked at your screen that opened your stream. You can see his eyes closed while he is silently snoring. “My ken is asleep… Alright, chat. I think we're gonna head out. I’ll see you guys on Monday,” you whispered. 
You woke Schlatt up to let him know that the stream had ended, he walked to your shared bathroom and started brushing his teeth. After doing everything he needed he lay down, and made himself feel comfortable in bed. You did your nightly routine while scrolling through Twitter, you noticed a screenshot of your stream earlier and a picture of Ken placing his head on Barbie's shoulder and clinging onto her for dear life and the caption was “They're literally Barbie and Ken”. You giggled while brushing your hair.
"Babe, are you awake?” he hummed quietly. You got on the bed and suddenly a hand was wrapped around your waist.
“We should totally watch the new movie Barbie tomorrow.” 
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shujohajohaminnie · 5 months
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Office hours
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Pairing: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader
Genre: Smut, Fluffy 
Word count: 3304 
Summary: The top student is having issues with a class she thought she would ace, only to find out there's a reason for her failing grade. 
A fab!reader, profanity, Pet names, Kinda Public sec, Raw sex, Breeding kink, Possessiveness. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything. 
The end of the semester was around the corner and you couldn’t lie, you were stressed out. You were top of most of your classes making sure to turn in the work either on time or early. So passing all your classes was going to be a breeze right? WRONG! You were passing all your classes except one. English lit. It wasn’t a hard subject, in fact, it was your favorite subject since you were a kid, the problem here was your professor. Kim Seungmin. He was known for being incredibly strict, but you were late to register leaving you with no option but to take his class. What you couldn’t understand was why the hell were you not passing his class, you were turning in his work, and you were sure everything was right. Was he failing you? No, he couldn't be. 
Adding to your stress was your shitty job as a coffee shop barista. The pay was shit, the hours were worse and the people were just unbearable. But you had a deal with your parents, as long as you were working and going to school, they’d pay for your college. It was the times you’d get home from work at two a.m incredibly tired, feet aching, in full body pain, and still have to complete your homework that you really wanted to just quit going to school in general. But you had dreams you knew you could only pursue through continuing your education. It would all be worth it, you had to remind yourself. 
You weren’t entirely shocked when Professor Kim asked you to stay after class to talk, but you were nervous. “Miss y/l/n” “Yes?” “I wanted to talk to you about your grade in my class” “Yes, Professor, I also wanted to talk to you about that as well” “Good, so you know that you are at risk of failing my class” “Yes professor, and I wanted to ask you why that was” “I have the exact same question for you y/n” Hearing him say your name sent chills down your spine. You weren’t blind, you noticed how hot Professor Kim was, but you hated him, no not hate, detest, you detested your Professor, Kim Seungmin.  “My class is starting… come to my office after and we can further discuss your grade” You nodded walking out of the class with your head low, why was he such an asshole. Such a condescending prick, and only to you, yes he was strict but he wasn’t rude to the other students. So what the hell did you do to piss him off, and why the hell did you feel so turned on when you were around him. 
“Hey” Hyunjin smiled, handing you a cup of coffee. You sighed, taking a seat in between him and a sleeping Minho. The perfect combo to cheer you up, your two best friends, and your favorite spot on campus. “What's wrong” Minho whipped his head up after hearing those words leave Hyunjin's mouth. Taking the role of the protector of the group even when he was tired. “What happened, who did it, what happened” “Minho Minho… I’m okay it’s just Professor Kim again” “Oh” he sighed, taking a sip of your coffee and resting his head in the palm of his hand to fight off his desire to sleep. “What did he do this time? '' Hyunjin rolled his eyes, putting down his pencil to give you his full attention. “He told me to go to his office after his class to discuss my grade” “You’re still failing?” “Yeah… but I don’t know why, I know the work that I’m turning in is correct… and I always turn it in early.”  “I seriously doubt that it has to do with your work…” “You think he’s failing me, Lee?” “I know he’s failing you” “Maybe we shouldn’t assume that yet” “Well do you have a better reason Jin?” “Well no-” “Then y/n I say you march into his office and demand to know why exactly your failing, and don’t be nice about it, stand your ground” “Okay” “What are you going to say” “Excuse me sir-” “ No fuck that… go in there and say hey asshole why the fuck are you failing me” “Please don’t say that y/n” “Then what do I say?” “Just go in there and say you know what I don’t understand how I could be failing when I understand all the material being taught to me, and ask if there’s any extra credit work that you could do” “You could do that orrrrrr you could do what I said” “Minho he already hates me, why give him even more reason to hate me more” “Okay but if you're going to do what Hyunjin said, at least don’t be completely nice about it” “Do whatever feels right to you” Hyunjin smiled patting your shoulder as you rested your head on the table. You were extremely tired, going to sleep at five in the morning just to wake up at seven in the morning to get ready for your nine a.m class. You sighed feeling overwhelmed by the situation trying to figure out what you were going to tell Proffesor Kim. In the midst of your thoughts you couldn’t fight your tiredness, taking Minho’s offer to cuddle and go to sleep on the beanbags the library stored. 
“Y/n… Y/n wake up” “Huh” You groaned sitting up. “What time did you have to meet Mr. Kim” “at 1:30 why” “It’s already 1:45” “FUCK” You yelled quickly gathering your stuff and making your way to his office. 
“Professor” You huffed walking through his open door. He was typing away on his computer not bothering to look up. “You’re late” “Yeah I’m sorry there was traffic” “You want to try that again?” “My cat died?” “Is my class a joke to you y/n'' he sighed, finally looking up at you.“What no no no absolutely not” “Because you seem to treat it as such” He stood up smoothing out his shirt.” you don’t come to class half of the time” He spoke lowly walking around his desk to you. “You’re an amazing student y/n, you’re incredibly smart, but attendance counts as a grade too” he closed the door locking it. You looked up at him noticing the close proximity. “I work sir and my manager sometimes schedules me during school hours” “And you could’ve told me so, I would’ve understood and tried to help you out” “I’m sorry, but sir… why am I really failing your class, I know my attendance grade wouldn’t impact my actual work grade enough to bring me down to an F” “What are you suggesting… that I’m failing you” “No no of course not” he scoffed, backing away from you walking towards his desk again. He sat down in his chair interlocking his fingers as he looked you up and down. 
“I have been failing you y/n” he smirked his eyes growing darker as they looked at you. “Y-You have?” “Mhmm” “Why” “Because I wanted to get you here” “Here?” “Here… in my office… I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get you here if you were passing my class” “S-Sir… why did you want me here” “Please Y/n call me Seungmin, you didn’t have any problem calling me that in you essay you turned in” “I’m sorry?” “You know… you’re a fantastic writer… but this erotica you turned in, well… it wouldn’t slide with any other teacher.” “Professor I’m lost” “Have a look” he signaled to his computer. You quickly made your way behind his desk, your heart beating out of your chest. What was he- Oh my God your eyes went wide as you read the first lines of what you thought was your Hamlet essay. 
I touch myself at the thought of you. As my fingers trail down my naked skin I imagine it’s your hands. I know it’s wrong to think of you this way, you’re my teacher, I’m your student. But I can’t help it. I want to feel you, I need to feel you. I want to be wrapped around your hands forever, but how can I? How can I possibly grasp your attention? Did you notice my skirts get shorter? The buttons on my top were undone. I just want you to lay me down on your desk while you make love to me. Looking me right in the eyes so I know that it’s real and not just a dream. Seungmin what do I need to do to be yours? 
You felt your body tremble as your eyes scanned the short work of pure filth you had written about you and your professor, it was the outcome of a night filled with too much drinks. You must have titled it wrongly and turned it in. “Professor… I am so sor-” “You know when I first saw you walk into my class I was stunned by how gorgeous you were, then I got to grade your work and see inside your head. So smart, and so beautiful you are, you drove me insane. After the first week, I knew I needed to have you, then you submitted this and confirmed that you felt the same way too” “Seungmin” “Yes honey” “Fuck me… please” 
He quickly grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, kissing you like his life depended on it. His free hand clearing the top of his desk, disregarding everything onto the floor with a loud crash. “Seungmin… they’ll hear” “We’re the only ones here y/n… we could be as loud as we want” he whispered against your lips. Just hearing him say that made your eyes roll back as a moan slipped out of your parted lips. “You like that honey… you like being able to scream out my name”. He laughed picking you up onto his desk, Sitting back in his chair, he examined you closely. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together. “Show me baby… show me how wet I make you” You bit your lip as you spread your legs wide for him. Much like the other days, you wore yet again another short skirt.  “You wore these for me?” He asked his finger trailing up the fabric of your black lacey underwear. You picked out your outfits especially for him, from the underwear to even the socks with the ruffles, prepared to look amazing for him in any circumstance. 
Yes, you detested him, but you didn’t hate the idea of him fucking you like you two didn’t have class tomorrow. “Who makes you this wet?” He smirked his fingers looping into your underwear band peeling them off your sopping cunt achingly slow. “Hmm?” “You” You whispered, your hand grazing his. You didn’t feel like waiting you wanted him now. He finally managed to get your underwear off, slipping them into one of his drawers before he turned to look up at your face. The look in his eyes was different than when he would usually look at you. He wanted you just as bad, all he wanted to do was flip you over and fuck you. He had pictured this for so long and was happy that it was finally happening, But he also wanted to tease you. His fingers trailed up your thighs pushing them apart wider. You pulled up your skirt higher for him to see you, all of you. “Fuck” he groaned seeing your pussy glisten with arousal, you were thinking of him, he got you like that. “Who’s pretty girl are you?” “Your’s” You gasped feeling his fingers slip into your tight hole without warning. He got closer, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips so close to where you desperately wanted him. He gave you one more kiss before he began to lick at your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You grabbed his shoulders for stability as you threw your head back a quiet moan slipping out your lips. “Louder… I want to hear what I do to you” “FUCK” You cried out as he moaned into you, sending vibrations through you, helping you closer and closer to your peak. “Can I see those pretty tits honey… show me your pretty tits” He smiled curling his fingers up and hitting your favorite spot perfectly. You arched your back wanting more of the feeling, more of the attention, more of his love. Your fingers plaid with the hem of your shirt slowly inching more and more up. You made the best choice of wearing a matching black lace bra. Could you even call it a bra, it wasn’t covering hardly anything. He groaned at the sight his free hand going straight for the clasp in the back, undoing it in one swift movement. “Take it off” “Yes sir” You giggled following his orders and placing it in the same drawer where he was holding your panties. “Seungmin I’m gonna cum” “Cum baby… cum for me”. He played with your clit again pulling your closer and closer till you were releasing on his tongue, not stopping his movement, wanting to get you through your orgasm. 
“You taste so good” He smiled grabbing the back of your head and pulling you into a hungry kiss, much like before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, it was better than you ever imagined. Your fingers would never be able to do you justice, they weren’t his fingers. No other person's mouth would feel as good on you like his did. It’s like you two were made specifically for each other. You know he’d know it as soon as he’d feel you wrapped around him. Fit perfectly just like a puzzle. “Seungmin… I need you” “You have me honey” he knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words from your mouth, he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming.“I need you to fuck me” You whispered against his lips, trailing down his jaw and neck. You wanted to leave a mark. If you could leave behind your initials you would, but this would have to do. You needed the girls that were constantly around him, whether they were his students or other teachers, they needed to know he was taken. He was your man, and they better not fucking touch him. 
“Yeah that’s what you want” “Mhmm” You hummed continuing your art on the soft skin of his neck and collarbone. He pulled you off the desk turning you around so that you were resting on your stomach bent over the desk. Just like you imagined it time and time again. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his pants coming undone and falling to the ground. As much as you wanted to be the one to do the honors, and give him the best head of his life it’ll just have to wait until next time. “You’re my pretty girl” “All your’s” You moaned feeling him trail his already leaking tip through your wet folds. “Forever yours” You reached for his free hand interlocking your fingers. You kissed the top of his hand as you felt him slowly press into you. You bit your lip as you felt that delicious stretch you so badly craved. Much like him, his cock was long, and him not wearing a condom allowed you to feel every vein, every beautiful detail. Surprisingly he was thick, which you didn’t expect. He wasn’t thick to the point that it was painful but thick in the way that he filled you perfectly, and he thought so too. This definitely wasn’t a dream, no. It was heaven. 
“Tell me when” He spoke through gritted teeth, it was taking everything in his not to just thrust into you like crazy, like he would his hand almost every night at the thought of you. No, you were real, and he could really hurt you, so he had to be careful. “G-Go” you nodded gripping his hand tighter. He pulled back and slowly sank right back into you. He gasped at the feeling, this was truly better than he could've ever expected. “You… you feel so good” he groaned digging his fingers into your hip as he continued to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. For sure to leave a bruise. A mark with a lustful memory. “Seungmin” you breathed out your nails scratching the wood of his desk. Leaving behind lines in the glossy finish. You were leaving behind a memory yourself. For every time he came to his office to work he’d see that and remember this exact moment. 
“We can be as loud as we want” his words echoed in your mind. As the pleasure began to sink in moans started to slip out of your lips. Pure pornographic sounds, he didn’t hold back either. Speaking profanities and praises. If someone were to pass by it wouldn’t be a secret what was happening behind the locked door. With the way that both of your moans bounced off the walls and combined together into a beautiful song. The way that the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was obvious. But you didn’t care, neither did he. He quicked his pace feeling the way you tightened around him giving him a sign that you were close, he wasn’t that far off either. He moved his hand from your hip going straight to your clit. You threw your head back onto his shoulder gasping at the intense pleasure you were feeling. “You gonna cum pretty… you gonna fucking cum” He spoke through gritted teeth, fucking you harder. You nodded not being able to form words. Tears began to fall down your face. No doubtly ruining your makeup. “Seungmin… I- Uh… I” “I know baby I know…. Cum for me… can you cum for your professor, can you be a good student and come for me”. You did shutting your eyes as you felt yourself release on his cock. “Where do you want me to cum y/n… you want me to cum on the pretty face” “In me” you whispered holding his arm that wrapped around your chest. “Oh pretty girl you want me to cum in you… You wanna have my babies” You moaned at his dirty words, nodding your head yet again. He grunted painting your walls white with your cum, continuing to thrust into you through his orgasm. 
He sighed sitting in his chair pulling you into his lap, still inside you. He opened his laptop and went into his grade book adding a zero behind all of the ten’s he had previously graded your assignments as. “They were 100’s all along” “So you just wanted to stress me out” You laughed rolling your eyes as you pulled down your shirt catching your breath. “It got me you… didn’t it” “You always had me Seungmin… you would have had me sooner if you were nicer to me”  “Don’t sit here and lie to me that it didn’t turn you on even a little bit” “Maybe it did, but I really thought you hated me” “I could never hate you Y/n”
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lunarfleur · 8 months
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Official request: Boxer Bf!Miles with his partner (bf if you could) watching as Miles punches a bag or something and makes sure to keep Miles on a strict break schedule so he doesn’t get too tired from working out. Break times include kisses <3
Into The Ring ~ Earth 42! Miles Morales (Boxer au)
Summary: There was something about working off all your energy that calmed him. Any and all tension faded away, left only with who he was and his love for you.
Tagging: @juneberrie @sluggmuffin @kombuuuu @hiyaitssans @ivys-graveyard
Warnings:Slight mention of fighting, mention of blood, slight nudity but not really (he’s shirtless)
A/N: Reader is also a boxer. I’m very glad I got this request. Also…3 pieces in one day?? Hello??
This is x male reader!
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You took a long swig of water, squeezing the bottle tightly. Sweat dripped down your skin. You watched the sight in front of you.
There was no one else around. Everyone else had already gone home for the night. But Miles? He was still going at it. He had been for an hour and a half.
The gym was how you met him, actually. When everyone else was tired and sweaty and getting ready to leave, he was always there. It was like he something to prove. Something kept him there for hours on end.
He used it as anger management. Miles had a lot to be angry about; his mother being overworked and not paid nearly enough, his father’s death, those jackass kids at school who think that, just because he seems tough, they can say whatever they want. It got to him. It really did.
It was a mesmerizing sight, though. The push and pull of his muscles, the was his smooth, bare skin glimmered under the light, the way his braids bounced as he moved. His mouth was parted slightly, dense and heavy breaths leaving with each punch. His ankles were taped. He was wearing his knee brace, too. Miles truly was beautiful.
You grabbed his shirt, which he had discarded the second people started to leave, and walked over. Your water bottle was still in your hand. Once you got close he stopped, taking out one Airpod to look at you. He panted and gasped.
You passed him the bottle. He took it quickly, taking a fast drink just to hand it back to you. You sighed. He never wanted to leave.
“Miles, honey, let’s go home.” You nodded at him.
“Couple more minutes, baby,” he replied, going back to the punching bag.
“Miles, if you don’t learn how to stop you’re gonna kill yourself.”
You tossed his shirt at his head. He brought his hand up, grabbing it. He stared at you. Miles knew you were right.
“‘Kay,” he sighed, slipping the shirt over his head.
“Don’t pout,” you groaned, grabbing him by the wrist to pull him closer to you. “You’re just gonna come back tomorrow.”
Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder after slipping off his gloves. He kissed your temple. You didn’t mind the sweat, really. Or the smell.
“Guapo, you know I’d be fine if I kept going.”
“But you wouldn’t stop until you couldn’t move. That’s the problem.” It made you sad, really. He was just like his mother in that sense, always taking more than he has to. But Miles smiled nonetheless, chuckling.
“Mi hombre, always lookin’ out for me, huh?”
“If I didn’t, who would?”
This made Miles laugh. It was rare for it to happen in such a way-loud and comfortable. There was something about working off all your energy that calmed him. Any and all tension faded away, left only with who he was and his love for you.
You both walked over to the bench, packing up your things. You told him how attractive he was when he was beating the shit out of the bag. He told you everything you make him feel when you say such things. You told him what you wanted to do when you got back to his place-shower, change, and fall asleep to a movie after eating. He told you he wanted to same.
You two boys were the last to leave the building, walking hand-in-hand out the door. The first things you saw was the setting sun.
You stared at Miles while you walked. His skin, despite the fact that his sweat had dried, shined against the light of the sky. His face was relaxed. He looked at peace. He looked happy, and very pretty.
“Whatchu lookin’ at, baby?” He asked, smirking.
“You,” you responded, smirking right along with him.
“Oh yeah? See something you like?” His smirk grew with his words.
He let go of your hand and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, I do. You look so pretty like this.”
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jazzsonly · 7 months
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ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇ
pairing(s): sam carpenter x g!p!stem!reader
warning(s): semi-public shit (nothing major at all), kissing(making out), boner, not proofread, uh that's all I think?
summary: your ex, your current girlfriend, and a party game of spin the bottle.
*inspo. song: better than me by doja cat
part two.
it would mean a lot of you checked out my other blog!
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you were hesitant to bring your new girlfriend around core four, not because of who she was but because your ex-girlfriend was apart of core four.
sam.
the problem wasn’t necessarily just based on the fact that she was your ex-girlfriend, but she was your messy on again, off again, crazy ex who was bitter.
you first met sam through mindy and chad, you were a childhood friend of the twins and ironically happen to be in New York for school too. nonetheless they welcomed you with open arms, introducing to none other than core four.
surprisingly to everyone, even sam herself, you two hit it off pretty quick. sharing the same distaste for trusting new people. sam didn’t trust you, so you didn’t trust her.
she’d never admit it, not even now but she found that sexy of you. it made her look at you as stern. but that’s not what made her make a move on you, it was oddly the way you defended tara.
you fought some guy, frankie you think his name was, who was trying to get a move on a not so sober tara.
once sam trusted you, you trusted her and well the rest is history—minus when you’d be out late with friends and come home to get interrogated by sam.
you remember the first fight you had, she’d accused you of being ghostface. but she immediately took it back once she seen you stomping for the door.
it was the same fight over and over and the same make up sex over and over again.
“i’m sorry, baby. you know i didn’t mean it…you know i’m just paranoid.” then you hug her and hold her as she cried, and you’re sighing because you understand.
then you’d kiss her forehead and tell her you weren’t leaving her then she kiss you and tell you let her make it up you and that she did, you can’t deny.
but after a year you got tired of it and called it quits, as douchey as it was and is, you did it over text. you knew if you did it in person it’d only end in the sheets…or the kitchen counter…or the shower…or the living room floo—
six months passed and you were ready to move on, even if sam wasn’t, even she tried to get close to every movie night.
you really started to like this girl, amber you had met in your pre-calc class. to you, she was sexy and mysterious. that’s all you needed to get you going, and in your luck she asked for your number. teasing you about the glances you sent her way during class.
a month after that you started seeing amber and you thought you were ready to bring her around the core four, you texted tara a long message to relay to sam. which she did, claiming sam said she understood and would never get in the way of your happiness.
you held your breath and false hope, muttering up the courage to bring amber around for movie night, it was your turn to pick and of course you chose your obsession, spider-man, specifically the amazing spider-man 2.
everyone groaned and moaned as that was always the movie you picked on your nights.
but sam, oh, evil sam held a smirk and turned you. “hey, y/n, remember last year when you were spider-man for halloween and you begged me to kiss you upside down like in that scene…it was so cute, you hung on the pull-up bar, i swear we made out for hours like that, i don’t know how you didn’t get lightheaded.”
all you could do was glare at the girl and squeeze amber’s hand in comfort.
that was your first and last time bringing amber around sam. and as much as you would love core four to get to know her, you knew sam would do whatever in her power to drive her away. so for now you’ve just been meeting amber’s friends.
“you know,” you poke at the rice on your plate. “core four invited me for game night…i won’t go if you wanna—“
amber cut you off, “babe, you don’t have to put your life or friends on pause for me…if anything i would love if you went an—and i came too.”
the sound of your fork hitting the plate echoed through her apartment’s kitchen when you dropped it.
“you want to come with me? but sam—“
“who cares about sam? look, babe,” she spun her stool to face you.
“we’ve been going out, for what? four months now and you and sam have been over for almost a year. i already know she is nothing to worry about, her bringing up all the shit you guys used to do doesn’t affect the present, which is us and our relationship.”
you smile.
she was right but she also didn’t know sam like you did. when sam wanted something she got it.
“ok.” you agree nonetheless.
“ayeee, y/n!” chad brought you into a ‘bro hug’
“oh shit! and amber!” he gave her some dab up that she didn’t understand but rolled with.
amber? sam’s head turned so fast, she could’ve dislocated her neck.
“finally brought your girl around.” mindy hits your arm playfully, going over to greet amber.
“yeah, finally brought your girl around.” your smile falters hearing sam’s voice.
“don’t start with me tonight.”
she smiles, placing her hand on your bicep. “promise.”
“hi sam.” to your surprise amber greeted the carpenter, even bringing her into a hug.
this was some weird dark feminine mind play. you thought.
“wow.” you hear chad utter and you couldn’t help but chuckle.
“alright!” tara claps her hands together.
“we shall pick from the hat, our first game of the night.” anika held a fedora that held folded pieces of paper in it.
“amber, since you’re our special guest, you should pick first!” chad took the hat from anika’s grasp and brought it to your girlfriend who seated on your lap.
“good luck kiss?” you lean forward pecking her lips before she stuck her hand into the hat, shuffling a little bit before pulling the twister note out.
you hated twister so you sat the game out, but it was funny to watch chad competitively play against the girls. he was the least flexible one there.
the next game was candy land, which you couldn’t pass up. it was your favorite game and you played to win. to everyone else it was entertaining to see you get all worked up and even a bit sweaty over a children’s game but to you it was serious.
you guys made it through a few more games of monopoly, mario kart, life (which ethan won), and a round of hide n seek at the courtesy of chad.
but now there was only one game card left in the hat.
“ou, my turn to pick.” you reach into the hat.
you squint, faltering at the game name on the card.
“spin the bottle?”
“chad.” tara smacks the back of the boy’s head.
“i told you not to put that in there!”
“what? i thought it’d be fun…you know, minus mindy…and y/n, no offense.”
none taken, i like pussy anyways. you thought.
“hell, i say we play it.” sam speaks up for what felt like the first time all night.
“but there are siblings here.” you interject.
“obviously the siblings won’t kiss, y/n.” sam spews venom at you.
“some people are in a relationship….minus ethan.” you spew back.
“ow.” the nerdy boy mutters.
“i mean, it wouldn’t hurt…i trust mindy and i’m not into anyone romantically here…it could just be a peck.” anika speaks up and shockingly mindy nods in agreement.
“yeah, cmon babe, it’ll be fun.” sam scoffs at amber’s ‘babe.’
“ok.” you hesitate. she scoffs even harder at how it easy it was for you get on board at amber’s word.
she used to have that power.
after moving the coffee table, everyone got into a circle on the living room floor, empty beer bottle of chad’s in the middle.
“ok. who’s going first?”
“i’ll go.” anika reaches to spin the bottle, luckily and ironically it lands on mindy.
after anika’s turn, you zoned out on the game, you didn’t really pay attention to who kissed who. you just knew it was chad’s turn then it was to ethan than tara and now sam, who was across from you.
you snicker to yourself, imagining if it landed on amber. now that’d be a sight to see. you thought.
but what really was sight to see what the bottle land on you.
“no. fuck no.” you grab the bottle but were stopped by sam’s protest.
“ah ah, rules are rules y/n.”
“fuck the rules, i have a girlfriend.”
“babe, relax.” amber reaches, grabbing your hand from the bottle.
“i’m okay. we’re okay. it’s just a game. plus, i’m sure her kiss won’t be anything special.” she slips a clean insult into her sentence, proudly.
you don’t know why, but it wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to kiss sam, that wasn’t why you protested but it was the fact that you did want to kiss her. despite having amber.
you forehead was scrunched and you bottom lip was caught between your teeth, while you watch sam crawl towards you. when she reached you she dramatically put herself on your lap, thighs on either side of you.
“relax. i’m sure my kiss won’t be anything special.” she subtly mocks your girlfriend but you fail to catch on, all you energy on the girl in front you.
without you ever even noticing, your hands naturally found their way to her hips, while hers rest around you neck.
you were frozen in place but you could feel and see everything, forgetting that your friends, let alone your girlfriend were watching this whole thing go down.
you heart sank and all the air your breathed vacuumed when sam slid her pierced tongue across your lips, teasing you in the ways she knew you liked. she got your lips wet before placing a kiss on them. an intense kiss that took you a second to respond to but oh, you did.
you wrapped your arms fully around her waist, moving her closer.
what was this? this intensity you felt? did you miss sam after all this time and not see it?
you moan. you moan? when sam slips her tongue into your mouth. mhm, you forgot how good this taste, how she taste.
you loved nothing more than fighting your tongue with hers, even if she always won.
even more satisfaction came over you when she looped her hands into the back of your head into your hair, tugging slightly. and not to mention her hips in the most subtle way moving against you.
oh, god. sam carpenter. your only thought.
if it wasn’t for sam pulling away, you’re not sure you would’ve ever stopped. it was so intense that even after she pulled away you stayed there for a moment; eyes closed and swollen lips still slightly puckered.
“well, uh, i think that’s enough of the game…” the game! amber! your thoughts shout and you snap back into reality.
when you look around, everyone’s eyes were back and forth. between you, sam, and amber.
what the fuck did you just do? what the fuck did you just allow to happen?
you wanted to turn to amber, you thought to turn to amber, to look at her but instead your body disobeys your mind and you somehow find yourself staring at sam who had a smirk across her swollen lips, eyeing your girlfriend.
she also speaks to your girlfriend, “you might wanna take care of that…unless you want me to.”
you look down to where she pointed, a boner.
a fucking boner?!
sam, your ex-girlfriend just gave you a boner in front of your current girlfriend.
“sam.” tara utters.
“we should order pizza!” chad speaks up, clapping his hands. everyone agreeing and trying to move from the situation but you stay there.
masterslist.
━━━ they’ll be a part two cus i got lazy asf while trying to finish this. anticipation makes everything better ig 🤷🏽‍♀️ AGAIN I SAY take it easy on me i haven’t written in MONTHS.
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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years
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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬
you and him are bored and decide to start passing notes in class— when you’re caught and asked to read them in front of the class, you eat the note to avoid having to do it.
characters : ace trappola, cater diamond, floyd leech
author’s note : who doesn’t love making a good shitpost once in a while?
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you were so sure you would’ve been able to get away with passing the note.
trein had his back completely turned, scribbling away at the chalkboard, busy talking about some historical figure. it was the perfect opportunity, and you would’ve gotten away with it… if lucius wasn’t such a little snitch.
“prefect,” he called, and you fell back into your seat, trembling. fuck, this is it. you’ve been caught. “i trust that lucius wouldn’t lie to me. are you passing notes in my class?” he asked, arms crossed.
there were a couple of mocking “ooooh’s” across the classroom, and you rolled your eyes. what is this? primary school?
“yes sir, yes it is.” you admitted, glaring right into lucius’ beady little eyes. the cat was completely unfazed by and just sat there, grooming himself.
“i see. well, why don’t you come to the front of the class and read it aloud for all of us?” he asked. you froze. “i’m sure if it was something you couldn’t wait to tell your friend after class, it must be very interesting.”
you stuttered, gripping the note in your hand. you looked over at your boyfriend as if asking for help, but he shrugged his shoulders uselessly. internally crying, you carry our the best plan your brain can think of right now. “i’m sorry, mr. trein, but i can’t.”
he raised an eyebrow at your response. “and why is that?”
“because,” you stuff the paper in your mouth, chewing it, and swallowing it. “there’s no more note for me to read.” you say triumphantly. checkmate, grandpa.
you and trein stare at each other for about a minute.
“…. prefect, please step out into the hall.” damn it.
ace trappola
he’s laughing throughout the whole thing, you just know he’s never gonna let this shit go. he’s gonna bring it up like at least five times per day. starts full on cackling when you get kicked out of the classroom and ends up getting kicked out too for being too much of a disruption.
he sits down next to you in the hall, starting to snicker again when he sees your ashamed face.
“was eating the note really the only solution that brain of yours could come up with?” he snickered. “you couldn’t have just ripped it up instead?”
“look, i was panicking! people do dumb things when they panic— besides, would you rather of let me read what you said about riddle to the class instead?” you ask with a smirk, watching his face pale at the thought of his shit-talk about riddle spread around the school.
he didn’t need anymore trouble with his dorm leader, he’s tired of having to do extra chores around heartslabyul. “yeah, no. you got me there.”
cater diamond
#y/nwhywouldyoudothat 💔💔 but no really, why would you? it’s bewildering, really! there wasn’t even anything gossipy or such that would get you two in trouble— it was an innocent convo, you guys were just writing to each other about your plans for the weekend! he’s gotta admit it was pretty funny though, and he’s totally gonna tease you a bit for it.
with class finally over, cater ran up to you with a smirk. upon seeing him, you sighed, knowing you were about to be clowned on.
“y’know, i think what you did is pretty magicam worthy,” he hums, pulling out his phone. “i might make a post about it!”
“you better not!” you swipe for his phone and he skillfully dodges.
“but it might hit trending!”
floyd leech
with this, you’ve officially landed yourself as #1 in floyd’s ‘most interesting people’ list, and i’m not too sure whether you should be happy or horrified about it. he’s grinning as he watches you dejectedly walk out of the classroom when a lightbulb goes off in his head— he pulls out a post-it and a pen and scribbles away.
after your 10 minute scolding from trein about why you shouldn’t pass notes in class and why you shouldn’t eat them, you rush towards your seat, trying to ignore all the eyes on you.
but when you pass by floyd, he pushes a crumpled up post-it note in your hand. you quickly force it into your pocket before trein could notice and send your ass back into the hall.
when you’re back in your seat, you dig it out and quietly unfold it under the table. after reading it, you click your tongue.
‘will you eat this note too, shrimpy?’ with a poorly drawn smiley face under it.
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