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Burn Me Down - also on AO3

After Mania XL, Seth runs into Roman. And then into Cody.

Seth and Cody, this is on you for being so womantic together. Title from Smoke by PVRIS.

Seth is alone, limping his way back from medical, when he sees the hunched figure. It’s a shape he memorized years ago, one that still feels a little wrong without a third slouching, smiling, fidgety shape next to him.

“Roman,” he says. It’s the first time in years that name has left his lips without the taste of malice and revenge on his tongue left behind.

He stops in his tracks. Seth prepares for backlash. For rage. For anger. He’ll deserve it.

Instead, Roman looks broken. “What?” he asks. “What could you possibly want?”

“I –” Seth knows what he wants. He wants to be 10 years ago, knowing what he knows now. He wants to be the person Roman deserved back then. He stumbles, a little, ache spinning up his spine.

“You’re hurt.” There’s no concern behind the words. It’s an observation. An obvious one, if Seth can editorialize.

Seth shrugs. “Have been for a while now.”

“Not this hurt.” Roman stares him down. In the past, Seth would have said something to cover the fact that he’ll blink first, he always would. Now, he closes his eyes. “Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?” Seth asks, opening his eyes to see Roman closer.

“You know what you did.” The accusation doesn’t sting like he expected. It aches, though, somewhere deep inside him, somewhere he knows may never heal.

“Say it,” Seth says. Because he doesn’t know what Roman considers the crime. There was too much in this night that could have been the catalyst for that hurt in Roman’s eyes.

“You manipulated me,” Roman says through gritted teeth. His voice is as hard as his eyes. But with the right flame, even steel can melt.

Seth shrugs, because there’s nothing more he can do. “You know who I am,” he says, and he wishes he could be louder.

“You manipulated me,” Roman snarls, “to save him. That’s not you.” He steps closer, until Seth bumps into a table. “That’s never been you.”

Seth swallows. “It is me,” he says, and he’s not sure where Roman is going with this. “I’m always looking out for my own interests. You know that.”

“That isn’t – you took a chair shot, from me – you knew…” He stops, hands clenched at his sides. Seth knows in a second it could be his throat under those fingers. Roman steps in closer, his arms closer to Seth than they’ve been since they almost choked him out. “You knew what I would do.”

Seth shrugs. He won’t balk. But he will fight back. “I did.”

“You gave yourself up, knowing what I’d do.” Roman’s face is too close for Seth to remember how to breathe. “You gave yourself up for somebody else. For him. Twice, two nights in a row.” He’s breathing heavily. Seth hopes whatever he does is at least quick.

He waits. He braces.

“You never did that for me.”

Seth looks at Roman, to see something shattered. Roman looks almost old, the grief of the night stealing years away from the edges of his eyes. “All this,” he says, and he’s crying. Roman Reigns is crying. “All this for him.”

Seth fears for a split second that this is the moment he dies. And then Roman steps away.

“I hope he gives you what you never found in me.”

Seth opens his mouth, a decade’s worth of words caught behind his teeth, but he doesn’t get the chance to say them. Roman offers him what, in other contexts, could be mistaken for a smile. But Seth knows better. Three steps, lacking the swagger that’s become his trademark, and then Roman turns around.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there. He doesn’t know how much time has passed when Cody, smiling, turns the corner.

“Oh, hey!” he says. His grin fades quickly, and he hands Pharaoh’s leash to Ricky who nods. “Rick, I, uh.”

“Later, man,” Ricky says, quietly. He nods at Seth, and it feels, somehow, like approval.

Cody’s hand, bumping against his, feels hesitant. “Seth,” he whispers.

“I did it wrong.” It’s all Seth can say. He doesn’t even know what it means. He only knows that they’re the only words that will come out of his mouth. “I did it wrong.”

“Whoa,” Cody says, steadying him by the shoulders. “Seth, no. You were perfect. You did everything right.”

“Then why does it hurt?” Seth collapses, expecting to hit the hard floor, but Cody catches him, lowering them slowly in a heap. His entire body shakes with sobs, with ten years of memories and regrets wreaking havoc through his already ruined body. He feels Cody collect all of his flailing limbs and pull him into his lap. They’re rocking slowly as Cody holds him close.

Seth’s never told him, is the thing. He never told Cody why he was so willing to sacrifice everything he had to give Cody what he needed. He never told Cody why he was so hell bound to make sure he did right by him.

He never told Cody what all this meant to him.

Cody’s whispering something to him, over and over.

“You’re not bad, Seth,” he says, “I promise, you’re not bad.”

“I did it wrong,” Seth says again. “It shouldn’t hurt anymore if I did it right.”

“What hurts?” Cody asks. “Where? Did medical miss something?”

Seth shakes his head, taking a shaky breath. “Not – not medical.”

“Did the ref miss something?” Cody pulls back, steadies Seth’s face with his hands. “Is there something internal?”

Seth laughs, because technically, yeah. It is internal.

“Okay, do we need to do a concussion protocol here?”

“No,” Seth says, trying to reign in the cackle. “No, no. I –” The laughter cuts off, abruptly, before Seth can get himself under control. “I don’t need that.”

Cody’s eyes are warm but concerned. “I’m getting you back to the hotel,” he says. “Up.”

Seth obeys before he realizes he’s doing it, scrambling to his feat at Cody’s behest like it’s normal.

He would do anything for Cody, he realizes. He doesn’t know when it became true. Only that it is.

“We’ll talk there,” Cody assures Seth. He sets hands on Seth’s shoulders and steers him toward the door.

“Don’t – wait.”

Cody stops, but keeps his hands on Seth’s shoulders. “Wait?”

“You have to celebrate,” Seth says, and he can’t make himself turn to see Cody. He can’t see the relief in his eyes when Cody realizes that Seth is letting him off the hook. “With your friends.”

“Seth,” Cody says gently, his hands smoothing down Seth’s shoulders and down to his arms. “I want to be with you right now.”

Seth turns. “What?”

“If you want to,” and Cody looks so sincere it feels impossible, “I want to celebrate with you.”

Seth has enough wherewithal to check up and down the hallway before he leans in. Cody meets him halfway, pulling him in with strong arms. The belt around his waist presses against Seth’s stomach, but it’s worth it. Cody kisses sure and strong, intentional, and Seth pulls him in close enough to really feel the belt dig in.

Cody pulls back after god knows how much time.

“Hotel,” Seth says, breathless.

They separate to gather their bags, and Seth is in a whirlwind. The kiss didn’t seem to clear anything up; if anything, he’s more confused. The guilt and rejection still hurts, and the memory of Roman’s shattered eyes sticks in his vision. It hovers over him as he packs, as he walks to the hotel, as he rides the elevator to his room, as he drops his bags.

He sinks into the night’s events, feeling the sting of losing his belt, the clawing misery of watching his fair fight with Drew fall to Damian’s cash in, the slice to the heart of hearing the Shield music, the radiating pain of the Superman punch, the lightning strike of the chair to his back.

He helped Cody win.

And it all still hurts.

He’s jolted back to reality when a text buzzes from his phone.

Come by when you’re ready. They put me in the penthouse. Code 2639.

Seth swallows. He shouldn’t go. It’s not fair to Cody, to make him deal with Seth when he’s like this.

Stop freaking out.

Seth blinks at the text. And he does as Cody says.

Five minutes later, when he’s dressed in sweats and a hoodie and his hair in a bun, Seth knocks on the door to the suite. He fiddles with his phone, with his wallet. He expects others to be there, expects noise and expectation and chaos.

Instead, there’s a soft light and Cody. “You’re here,” Cody says. “Come in.”

Seth steps inside and looks around. They really do shell out the big money for that universal title – Seth’s room, though a suite, is nothing like this. “Nice place you got here.”

Cody laughs, dipping his head, and Seth thinks it’s unfair how handsome he looks in pajama pants and a tee shirt. “It’s a lot,” he sighs. He looks up, leveling Seth with piercing blue eyes. “Tonight’s been a lot.”

Seth can’t hold the gaze and looks away, only for Cody to catch his chin and turn him back, face to face. “Seth,” he murmurs. “Talk to me.”

Seth presses his lips together, fighting for words. “I did it wrong,” comes out again, and he wants to kick himself for it. That’s not what he means, it doesn’t even make sense, but he keeps saying it anyway.

“You did everything right,” Cody says, reassuring even though there’s no way he has a clue what Seth is saying. “You hear me?” Seth has no choice but to look up into Cody’s eyes again. “You went above and beyond tonight. You didn’t have to do any of it. But you did. It was incredible.”

“Then why does it hurt so much?” Seth whispers.

Cody guides him to the bed and sits him down gently, and Seth falls against his shoulders. He doesn’t know if he’s crying, exactly, but whatever it is wracks his body, tears out of him. “Why does it hurt?” he gasps, gripping at the soft, worn fabric of Cody’s old Bullet Club tee shirt. “I thought I did the right thing.”

“You did do the right thing,” Cody says. He wraps strong arms around Seths shoulders and holds him.

“Then why did Roman look so miserable?” Seth sighs. He presses his face into Cody’s shoulder, breathing in. He somehow found the time to shower and smells like sandalwood and warmth, maybe a little bit of vanilla. Seth doesn’t know how comforting he’s allowed to find it. “Why did Roman look like I broke his heart all over again?”

“Ah,” Cody says. “That’s it.”

Seth sits up, and wipes tears he hadn’t known were falling off his face. “If it was the right thing,” he says, voice almost a whisper, “why doesn’t it feel good?”

“Sometimes, you do the right thing because it’s the right thing.” He says. Seth feels him sigh. “Not because it’s easy. Not because it feels good. Not because everybody’s gonna like it.” He nudges Seth up. “You put yourself in between me and the firing squad, Seth. If nothing else, it was the kind thing.” He leans his forehead in, hands resting on Seth’s thighs. “To me, though. To me it’s everything.”

Seth fidgets, unsure where to put his hands. He settles for on the bed, outside of Cody’s arms. “I feel guilty,” Seth says. “For – for making him do that to me. For turning him into me.”

“Oh, no,” Cody says. “Not that again. Who you were isn’t who you are. And if anything, you made up for that. Tonight.” He smiles, and Seth feels parts of his body rearranging to fit Cody inside of him. “Thank you, Seth.”

He manages a smile, eager to get anything back from Cody that feels like praise. The way Cody cups his face is more than he could have dreamed of. “It felt right,” Seth says. “Roman couldn’t keep doing that.”

Cody nods. “You really dug deep, though. Back can’t be feeling good right now.”

“It’s been worse,” Seth lies. “Really.”

Cody studies his face. “Have you gotten a chance to shower yet?”

Seth shakes his head. “No. Do I stink or something?”

Cody laughs. “No. There’s this jacuzzi tub in this suite, giant thing. Wanna take a bath?”

Seth feels flaming hot all of a sudden. He’s seen a lot of Cody tonight, given parts of himself to Cody that he never thought he had. And yet, the two of them naked together in a bath seems more intense than anything else they’ve done.

“Yes,” Seth breathes. “I like that idea.”

Cody is incredibly gentle as he pulls Seth’s clothing off. He hadn’t expected this part – Cody trails searching fingertips along Seth’s skin, like he’s checking him for injuries. Seth can’t help but jump as Cody grazes his lower back.

“Sensitive, huh,” Cody murmurs. “Maybe I can give you a little massage?”

“Sure,” Seth says, but he’s pretty sure he’d agree to anything if Cody kept touching him. Cody smiles and takes Seth’s hand, leading him toward the suite bathroom.

It’s huge. Almost as huge as Seth’s bedroom at home. A shower with a waterfall showerhead, a large jacuzzi tub with jets, a two person vanity with lights. There are two thick, cozy robes hanging on the back of the door as Cody closes it.

“Two robes, huh?” Seth asks.

Cody shrugs. “Guess I got lucky.”

Seth knows it’s not the time to say, “you might, if you keep talking like this,” but he thinks it and smiles. “Let’s get in that bathtub.”

“More like a hot tub, if you ask me.”

Cody turns on the faucet and it fills quickly, but not quickly enough to keep Seth from getting in Cody’s space.

“Oh, I see,” Cody laughs, settling his hands on Seth’s hips, “now you’re not using your words to get in my head, are you?”

Seth shrugs. “Figure I should kiss you a few more times before you get me naked in a tub with you.”

Cody leans in, and this time the kiss is more demanding. Seth gives what Cody asks for, opening his mouth, whimpering as Cody’s tongue slides into his mouth. It’s too much talent in one man, he thinks, as he almost loses his steadiness in his knees as Cody grips his hips. They’re almost exactly the same height, and he finds it to be the best angle he’s ever gotten in a kiss.

“Tub,” Cody murmurs, pulling back just far enough to speak. He presses a few more kisses to Seth’s lips, not letting him pull away.

“Can’t get in the tub if you keep kissing me,” Seth giggles. He feels light, effervescent, and he doesn’t know how it’s allowed to be this excited and happy after how much ache the night has caused him.

“Come back,” Cody commands. “Whatever you were thinking about, put it away. It doesn’t matter right now.” He reaches out and tugs the tie from Seth’s hair. “Focus on now. Right here. This.”

“Not allowed to think of how I lost my belt?” Seth asks.

“Nope,” Cody says, and he finally steps out of his boxers, the last barrier between the two of them. Seth forces himself not to look down. It feels too greedy. Cody grins at Seth as he lowers himself into the water, mouth dropping open as his eyes flutter shut. Seth looks now.

“Jesus,” he mutters.

“Come on in,” Cody says. He spreads his legs under the water. “Here.”

Seth presses his lips together and pulls his boxers off and steps the first foot into the water. He worries, briefly, if it’ll be too much, if it’ll be too much for the tub to handle, but the water level barely rises. He slowly lowers himself. When he sits, the water is at the perfect level. He leans forward and turns off the faucet.

“Come here,” Cody murmurs. “Come lean against me.”

He doesn’t know why he’s hesitating. He doesn’t know why it doesn’t feel okay.

“You don’t have to,” Cody says. He expects the words to have a hint of hurt behind them, but instead they’re reassuring, sweet.

Seth leans back.

“Hi,” Cody says, and Seth would swear he feels lips against his hair. “Better?”

“Gravity sucks,” Seth says, settling in. “I like water so much better. Should have been a swimmer.”

“You could have pulled it off,” Cody says. Seth’s mind swims as Cody wraps his arms around his waist. “You have the body for it.”

“Forward,” Seth jokes.

“You’re in my lap in my bathtub,” Cody retorts. “Not sure how much more forward I could be. Oh!” He pulls Seth back by the hips. “How’s that for forward?”

Seth’s mind sets off alarm bells. And he’s not sure what they’re saying. He feels Cody’s dick nudge up against his ass, and it takes a second before he realizes that it’s exactly what he wants right now.

“You, um,” Seth says, unsure of what he wants but sure it’s Cody’s hands on him, “you said something about a massage earlier?”

“I did,” Cody says. “Where at?”

Seth fights a smile. “Lower back, would be nice.”

He feels Cody’s hands slide from his hips to his back. “Here?” Cody murmurs in his ear.

Seth nods, dropping his head forward. “Gentle, though. Chairs fucking suck.”

“They do,” Cody says. His fingertips gently knead into Seth’s sore muscles, soft but intentional, like he’s done this dozens of times before. He probably has, Seth thinks. Hands this talented have to be used for good. And they’re really talented. Seth thinks he’s moaning more than strictly necessary for a simple massage, but it’s worth it.

“Scalp?” Seth slurs, tilting his head back as Cody’s hands travel up to the base of his skull.

“Want me to wash your hair?”

Seth nods, head lolling to the side with any guide from Cody’s hands. “Yeah. Yeah, please.”

“Do you need any special shampoo?”

Seth pauses. “Special shampoo?”

“For the blonde,” Cody explains. “I have my purple shampoo, if you want, but it’s in my bag.”

Seth shakes his head. “Normal shampoo. Don’t wanna move.”

“Comfy?” Cody asks, and his voice is addictive, almost a purr in Seth’s ear.

All Seth can do is nod.

The shampoo smells overly floral, like roses steeped in perfume, but Seth doesn’t mind. He barely notices. Cody’s fingers massage his scalp even better than his lower back, fingers in his hair and creating lather that somehow feels filthy as Cody drops his hands in the water to rinse it off. He rinses out the shampoo slowly, languidly, and it lights Seth’s body on fire.

“God,” Seth moans. “I could do this forever.”

“Yeah?” Cody says. “Don’t want anything else?”

Seth cackles. “I mean –” Cody tugs, gently, and Seth can’t stop himself before letting out what could quite possibly be a wail.

“If you’re this loud when it’s just my hands,” Cody says, directly into Seth’s ear, “I can’t wait to hear what it sounds like when you’re taking my dick.”

It is very likely a yelp, what comes out of Seth’s mouth. But it’s a good yelp. An intrigued yelp. A yelp that leads to an even more insistent boner.

“Yeah?” Cody murmurs. He presses a little harder and Seth fights back another, louder moan. “I love the sounds you make. Get loud, baby.”

Seth is not usually very good at following directions. But this is one he’s happy to follow. He babbles, moans, asks for more, and then suddenly Cody’s hands have moved around to rest on his stomach, low, and promising.

“You like my hands, yeah?” Cody murmurs. His hands slide between Seth’s legs, but they don’t go near Seth’s cock. Instead, Cody presses Seth’s legs open so his thighs spread across Cody’s legs. “There. Show me how pretty you are.”

Seth swallows. “I – yeah. How?”

“Any way you want,” Cody murmurs, and then there are lips on Seth’s neck, hot and branding. “I just wanna get in you, if you want.”

“Of course I do,” Seth scoffs. “Not everybody gets the champion on the night they won.”

“Not everybody gets you,” Cody says, and he sucks at Seth’s neck.

Seth whines. “Okay. I – okay. Soap outta my hair?”

“All rinsed out, baby.”

Seth shifts and his ass slides against Cody’s cock. “Oh, my god.”

Cody’s exhale tells Seth he’s not the only one on the edge. “No kidding.”

Seth shows off as he stands, making sure his ass is on display.

“A work of fucking art,” Cody says, reverently. “And I am going to destroy it.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, pretty boy,” Seth says, over his shoulder.

Cody’s grin is predatory, and Seth fights a shiver.

Seth reaches for the robe, but Cody’s on him before he can reach it. Seth is flattened against the door. There’s definitely some sort of retort in the back of his mind, something he wants to say in response, but Cody’s hands are on his ass, spreading his cheeks, and all words fail him.

“I was wondering when your attitude would come back,” Cody growls, and his thumbs knead into Seth’s ass. “This is more the guy who stabbed me with a kendo stick.”

“I think you’re the one doing the stabbing tonight, champ.”

Cody turns Seth around and shoves him against the door. He leans in and kisses Seth, deep and possessive and unyielding. There’s teeth involved, but even with all the aggression, Seth can tell he’s being careful of his back.

And suddenly, Seth knows. He knows why it hurt to hurt Roman for Cody. Because he was always aching for Roman to appreciate him, to know him, to care about him, even after anything. And he was willing to sacrifice that, forever, all to help Cody.

Seth turns his head to suck in air, drowning under the realization.

Cody pauses his hands. “Seth,” he says, voice soothing, “are you okay?”

“You care,” Seth says. “You care about me.”

“Of course I do,” Cody says, and it’s simple, like it’s obvious.

“I stabbed you with a kendo stick,” Seth says. “I did everything I could, recently, to hurt you.”

“And you did everything you could, even more recently, to protect me.” Cody reaches up and brushes wet hair from Seth’s face. “People change, Seth. You changed.”

“I changed,” Seth says, and he lets it wash over himself. “I changed.”

“You did,” Cody says. “You grew.”

Seth leans in again, kissing Cody softer this time. Cody knows. Cody knows he’s different now. Cody’s forgiven him.

He doesn’t have to beg Cody to accept his apology. He already has it. He doesn’t have to grovel, or hurt, or manipulate when all else fails.

“After everything,” Seth murmurs, lips pressed against Cody’s, “you want me.”

Cody smiles. “Of course I do.”

Seth feels a flame as Cody pulls him in, something cleansing and definitive. He feels the worst parts of himself, the parts that stick to him like grit and grim, burn away.

A phoenix comes to mind, but it doesn’t last as Cody’s hands smooth over him and guide him out of the bathroom. Seth leans into the feeling, to the offering up of control to someone who will do right by him.

“On the bed, baby, that’s it.”

Seth lowers himself down on the bed, smiling up at Cody without much awareness of why. It feels right.

“What do you want?” Cody asks, trailing fingertips up and down Seth’s thighs. He looks like a god, standing over Seth. He belongs in a painting, in a museum. “Talk to me, Seth.”

“Hmm?” Seth mumbles. “I – I want you.”

“I know that,” Cody says, hands sliding up higher. “I want specifics, though. I need to know what you’re looking for.”

Seth doesn’t mean to pointedly look down at Cody’s hard cock, but Cody’s chuckle tells him he does a bad job of masking it.

“Yeah?” Cody asks. “How do you want it?”

The image of Roman, the last time, looming over him, flipping him over, the memory of “So I don’t have to see that face,” said in a growl, strikes Seth.

“Like this,” Seth whispers. “I – I want you to fuck me when you can see me.”

“Good,” Cody says. “I want to see you, too.”

Seth feels tension fall away from him, like the last of Roman’s curse has been burned off of him by Cody’s touch. “Okay.”

Cody is incredibly gentle as he moves one of Seth’s legs. “I, um,” he says, and the blush is utterly charming. “I may have hoped for something like this.” He reaches into the slightly ajar bedside table and pulls out an impressively large bottle of lube. “Call it wishful thinking.”

“I think I will,” Seth says, back only slightly aching as Cody shifts back. He’s kneeling between Seth’s spread legs, looking at home there. Seth shivers, wanting to be closer. Knowing they will be closer. “You had no guarantee I’d come to your hotel suite, champ.”

“No,” Cody says, and he moves one of Seth’s legs over his shoulder. “I didn’t. But I had my hopes.” He looks at Seth. “Okay?”

Seth nods. He shuffles a little so he’s a bit more exposed, giving Cody better access. “I think this is the part where you get me all whiny with just your fingers.”

“Oh, you’re calling the shots now, huh?” Cody laughs. He pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers. “We’ll see how long that lasts.”

Seth doesn’t, like, whine or anything. No one could prove it.

“Tell me if anything hurts on your back or knee, okay?”

Seth nods. “I will.”

Eyes locked onto his, Cody slides his fingers between Seth’s cheeks and cautiously finds his hole. “Okay?” Cody murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to Seth’s calf. Seth isn’t used to gentle. He hasn’t had gentle since – since his best friend had a different name, and since Roman was a different man.

He rolls his hips as Cody slowly coaxes his open, pressing for more until Cody presses in. Seth wants more, wants it fast, but Cody insists on taking his time, pumping in and out with concentrated motions that feel like riding a wave.

“More,” Seth pleads. “I want more.”

“I’ll give you more,” Cody promises. “But in a moment. I want to see you enjoy this.”

Seth whines. “I am enjoying it,” he says, huffy, “but I want more.”

“And you’ll get it,” Cody says, a little more firm this time. “But let yourself love this. Let yourself love the moment.”

So Seth does. He begs and pleads, holds on to Cody’s biceps, smiles through desperation and need. Cody laughs as Seth smiles, like it’s just as good for him to watch as it is for Seth to get it, and isn’t that something.

“Are you ready?” Cody asks, scissoring his fingers and brushing just the right spot for Seth to wail. “That sounds like a yes.”

“Yes,” Seth gasps. “Yes, now, I want you cock, Cody.” He lifts his head, ready to level him with his secret weapon. “Please, give me your cock, Champion.”

Cody groans. “You be careful with that one.”

“Don’t wanna be,” Seth says, and he meets Cody’s burning gaze. “Champ.”

Cody’s careful as he pulls his fingers out, at some point reaching three deep in Seth, and Seth feels tugged toward him as he tries to follow.

“Shh,” Cody says, adjusting himself. “I promise I’ll take care of you. I’m right here.”

And Seth believes him.

The first nudge of Cody’s cock against his rim sends Seth singing. He’s slow with it, focused, but doesn’t stop until he’s pushed flush against Seth’s ass. Seth’s mind is ringing with it. It’s happening. Cody’s inside of him, sharing his body, and he looks so blissed out as he bottoms out that Seth feels tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

“Are you okay?” Cody asks. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Seth says, and his voice sounds different, wrong, not his own. “I – it matters.”

“Of course it matters,” and Cody leans in to kiss him, shifting the angle. It’s glaring, how real it feels. Cody doesn’t even put on the belt or look at it, eyes on Seth’s face or body the whole time he slowly fucks into him. It’s been a long time since Seth has felt the romance in sex. Recently, it’s been a means to an end. Most of the time, to ensure a connection. Sometimes, to close a deal.

More than he’d like to admit, an apology.

This feels like a promise.

“Cody,” he whispers. “Kiss me?”

Without words, Cody obliges, and Seth tries to pour what he’s feeling through his lips. He tangle himself around Cody, and Cody takes his hands to link their fingers. Strong arms press him to the mattress, and Seth feels like he doesn’t need any control. He’s not out of control. He has put it into careful hands.

The world melts around them, blending into the moment and into Cody’s eyes. Cody is warm and real and present, lips creating magic with words and kisses.

And Seth wishes he had found this before.

“I –” He probably doesn’t need to ask to come. He probably could right now, and Cody wouldn’t mind. But it’s habit. “Cody, can I?”

“Can you what, baby?” Cody asks. His brow, furrowed in concentration, beads with sweat. Seth untangles his fingers to reach up and brush it off.

“Can I come?” he whispers.

Cody nods. “Anything you want,” he says, and it’s as much a demand as it is a promise. “Anything.”

Seth’s heart shifts, clenches, turns into molten lava, and he looks into Cody’s eyes as he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes.

“There you go,” Cody says. “All over me, baby. I want you all over me.”

Seth does as he’s told, because he wants to, because it will make Cody happy, because it feels good, and watches as he paints the two of them with his own come.

“Can – can I?” Cody asks. “Inside you, I mean?”

“Yeah,” Seth says, and he forgets the last time it wasn’t a given. “Please. I want you to.”

Cody laughs. “God, the idea of you asking – fuck.” It’s two more stuttering thrusts before Cody is buried into Seth, spilling into him. He hopes it stays forever. Cody drops his forehead to Seth’s. “What a night.”

“No shit,” Seth mumbles, but already he feels reality coming back, along with the feeling in his toes.

“How are you – doesn’t your leg hurt?” Cody asks, moving it back down to the bed as he shifts backward and pulls out.

Seth shrugs. “Crossfit Jesus, maybe, but I’m also pretty good at keeping flexible.”

“We’ll have to test that more,” Cody says, almost off hand.

“That mean this isn’t a one time thing?” Seth asks before he can stop himself.

Cody tilts his head, and Seth immediately thinks of a German shepherd. “I sure hope not.”

“Oh,” Seth says, and tension he hadn’t realized built releases. “Me too.”

They’re quiet as Cody falls beside him, and Seth’s heart does the twist thing again as Cody snuggles in and rests his head on his chest.

“A cuddler,” Seth says, interrupting himself with a yawn. “Should have seen that coming.”

“What?” Cody asks, shifting so he can throw big blue eyes at Seth in a sneak attack. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You big sappy crybaby,” Seth says, grinning. “All your emotions all out there, huh?”

“You were crying during sex,” Cody says.

“I – only during sex!” Seth says. “Never in the ring!” He decides not to mention his tears ringside. Hopefully nobody got video of it.

“Good to know.” Cody shifts so they’re eye to eye. “Are you staying here tonight?”

“Can I?”

Cody nods. “Of course. I got the big shower and tub, and all.”

“Planning on wooing me with good bathroom appliances?”

Cody chuckles. “Among other things.”

They shuffle their way to the shower, big enough for two. By the time they’re clean, they’re both yawning impossibly wide and wrapped up in the cozy robes.

“Bet you’re little spoon, too,” Seth says, curling into the big bed.

“Yup,” Cody mumbles. “Get over here.”

Seth wraps his arms around Cody’s waist and Cody pulls him in tighter, snuggling back against him.

“Goodnight, Champ,” he whispers into Cody’s hair.

Cody squeezes his hand. “Goodnight, Seth.”

Seth sleeps.

Mini Playlist: Rerun - Honey Revenge Smoke - PVRIS Take My Pain Away - Anarbor Look After You - The Fray

#CodySeth #LOOK I DIDN'T MEAN TO #THIS IS THEIR FAULT #THEM WITH THE TEARS AND THE BOOBOO EYES AND THE LOVE #wtf i like wrestling now???#in which sara writes #Also this is unofficially for Sarah but in a rage way #Why do they always make me write angst?!

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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Hello. First of all thank you for that post, it amazing and no one has ever responded. I would like you to write another story of az where they have a child and she and her child get kidnapped. And she dies trying to the child. Az goes bolistic. (If u don't want the reader to die it's cool with me. Whatever u think is best). Thank u and have an amazing day ahead.

Eeeeee. This made little pregnant brain go meeeeep. I kind of changed it up. I didn't want to actively kill the reader, because I can't imagine Azriel ever pulling himself back together after that. I just imagine if Azriel found someone he loved enough to have a child with, it would devastate him. So. I put a spin on it. if I squeeze my eyes shut really tight, I can create a world where he finds a mate and heals with her, but that wound would always be there, and that creates angst. So this is loosely based on the aftermath of your request. I'm sorry it isn't perfect.

Replacement

Warnings - trauma, mention of torture, Az being kind of an ass.

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The words echoed in your mind. You aren't his mother! Azriel had screamed them at you so carelessly. Just because Xiden had come to you for a booboo. Just because Xiden had called you "mommy" and Azriel had heard it. How dare you seriously think you can replace her? What the fuck is wrong with you?

You loved your mate's son. You loved that little illyrian more than you could form into words. Shock had fallen into your own bones after he called you mommy and kissed your cheek, though. That wasn't a threshold you had meant to cross. It was an unspoken line in the sand. You were not his mother, and Azriel had managed to remind you quickly and make you feel so small over one word uttered by a child.

Your relationship with the two started a few years ago. You were Nyx and Xiden's private nanny. Rhysand had met you once in a volunteer childcare center. The two of you had talked about everything you had found important in raising little ones, and the High Lord brought you to his mate instantly. They had been looking for childcare whose values aligned with theirs for weeks, and Feyre, with tears of relief in her eyes, hired you on the spot and made a pay offer you would have been stupid to turn down.

You spent time with the two young boys constantly. You three would spend countless hours giggling. Your life ranged from cooking with them, playing with them, snuggling them, and doing basic school lessons with them, but mostly teaching them how to be good fae, teaching them right from wrong, showing them how to love and respect themselves and others.

Nyx was wonderful. You adored the little heir. But there was something about the way Xiden would hold your hand when you three would go for walks, the way he constantly searched for your approval. You can't remember if it was the first night he ran to your guest room on an extended care stay and buried himself so deep into your arms and pillows that made you love him, or if it was the solstice gift he drew of you, him, and Nyx that hung framed in your living room that sealed the deal, but you loved Xiden. Unconditionally and unexpectedly.

You had finally asked Feyre one night about his mother when she came over to bring you a birthday gift from the Inner Circle and the boys. Azriel had appeared after she told you gently Xiden's mother had died. He had the little male in tow. He had his wings tucked in so tight around him and his little footie pajamas and that made your heart tighten as he ran to you.

The bond snapped for Azriel as you were kneeled down, holding his son and comforting him. It snapped for you when you woke up to the male shirtless in your kitchen, making breakfast for the three of you after Xiden refused to leave.

There was no going back after that. Xiden had a room at your apartment now. You had things in their home. You and Azriel told each other everything. Well, almost everything. He still had not told you about his former love or where she was. Xiden had done it late one night after another screaming fit woke him up and had him crawling into bed with you.

I watched momma die, you had tried to tell him it was just a bad dream. But when his eyes met yours and he shook his little head, you shattered into pieces. I watched it, miss y/n. I watched them hurt momma.

You had approached Azriel about it gently, holding his hand as he closed you out. You didn't push the issue at all, knowing he'd tell you when he was ready to. You had, however, pushed for him to enroll Xiden into therapy with Madja.

That was almost 8 months ago now, though. Tonight had been the breaking point. It stung, knowing the male you adored had all but dismissed his son's feelings, and your own, without giving you a single explanation of why. You had left his home in silence despite him calling for you. You had shielded yourself for the time and sealed the bond so deeply into your heart that you couldn't feel him, and he couldn't feel you.

You curled deeper into the bed, holding your blanket tight against yourself as you cried. You had no interest in replacing Xiden's mom. You never set that as a goal in this relationship. You just wanted to love Azriel, love his son. You wanted to support them, be there for them.

A loud knock came at your door, and you ignored it. Then another, more insistent than the next, and finally, your door just opened. You knew it was him, that he had picked the lock. He made his way to your bedroom, opening the door without knocking and moving to sit on the bed next to you.

"I'm sorry, y/n," his hand found your hip as he tried to get your attention. "I lashed out, and I shouldn't have. It's just- It's hard. Knowing she should be here, but isn't."

"I never wanted to replace her, Az. I never asked to fill that role." You voice sounded as broken as you knew it would. Hours of crying finally had begun to show damage.

"I know, love. I know."

"You won't even tell me what happened to them. All I can do is offer him whatever I can based on what I know, and then i get yelled at for it. How can I comfort him, help him, and support him when I don't know the full story. How can I support YOU when I don't even know what happened?"

His jaw tightened as he looked at you. He had been avoiding this conversation for too long, and now it had come to a head. "When Xiden was 4, he and his mother were visiting her parents in Illyria without my knowledge." Azriel looked up, blinking tears away as his throat grew tight. "I had made a few enemies in the camp they went to, and they took them. It took us 3 weeks to find them and track them down. By time we got there, she was gone. Xiden was.." His jaw tightened again. "He was traumatized. He had watched them rape, beat, and torture his mother for weeks. He was starved, sleep deprived, and disassociated from us completely. I only added to that trauma by slaughtering every single male in that place without thinking about the fact that he was right there."

"He wouldn't let me touch him for weeks. He ran to Rhys and Cassian instead of me. And it killed me." Azriel was biting his lip, shadows stilled and wrapped around him as his wings also pulled in. "I will never forget her lifeless eyes, her body, her bruised face. I will never forget my son's broken mind and soul. I will never forgive myself for what happened to them."

You sat up, running a hand up and down his back and between his wings. "It wasn't your fault, Az. She wouldn't want you to blame yourself."

He broke then, sobbing out a gentle I know as he broke down. "I just don't want him to forget her, how much she loved him, how much she sacrificed for him."

"He won't," you said firmly. "He never will. He's six, Az. He remembers his momma. He knows I am not her." Azriel nodded. "Az, you need to forgive yourself. You can't move forward, and Xiden can't move forward, with this cloud hanging here." Another silent nod as he leaned further into your touch. "You need to give yourself permission to be happy, to move on, and to take care of him without being scared of the world."

"It's just so hard," you nodded this time, kissing between his shoulder blades. "I loved her so fucking much."

"I know. Her picture is still up in your office. I make sure to dust it every day. You also have some of her dresses still. A few of her blankets." His shoulders fell, guilt flooding the now empty bond. "Don't," you whispered. "Don't feel guilty for loving the mother of your child. Don't feel guilty for wanting to honor her memory."

"Please come back." Azriel sounded broken at the confession he was about to make. "He can't sleep when you aren't there." You nodded, grabbing a bag to pack an outfit for tomorrow.

Azriel watched you moving through the room in silence. "I wanted to talk about you moving in," you froze on the spot. "Or us finding somewhere for the 3 of us."

"Az-"

"I fucked that up, though, didn't I?" You shook your head, rushing to him and throwing yourself onto him and the bed. "Or maybe I didn't?"

"Of course I want to move in with you two." Your response was muffled into his neck. You could feel his smile grow.

"Perfect." He said.

"Perfect." You agreed.

#acotar #acotar x reader #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel fic #azriel shadowsinger #az x reader

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rorywritesjunk · 6 months

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Home is wherever I'm with you

You wanted to keep your relationship a secret but Buggy just wants you to join his crew. Rating: PG-13ish? Warning: One mild threat, mild. This one actually took me several attempts before I felt satisfied with how it was turning out. I wrote, deleted, and rewrote it many times before I felt it was going the way I wanted it to go. Buggy, of course, has a moment of being kind of insecure because I can't write him any other way at this point. A/N: Based on a prompt suggestion from @j1mp3x - "What about a Buggy/ pirate hunter kind of secret love thing??" and I thought it was a super cute and fun idea, so I went with it. Enjoy!

Title comes from "Home" by Edith Whiskers.

“Pirate.”

“Hunter.”

You crossed your arms as you glared at Captain Buggy. You had tracked him down to some town that he had already laid waste to, destroying buildings with his Buggy Balls while sending the townsfolk away to seek shelter. You were sent to go after him, capture, and bring him in for a bounty.

He lounged on his throne, grinning widely at you while his crew stood around, ready to attack you. This wasn’t the first time you tracked him down but if the crew had their say, it would be your last. Somehow either you or Buggy managed to escape after the crew was dismissed. They didn’t trust you, obviously being a pirate hunter, but they trusted their captain to put you in your place.

“Fancy a drink at the pub?” You asked, gesturing to one of the few buildings still standing amongst the rubble.

“Ha! With you? How do I know you aren’t going to try and kill me?” Buggy asked with a laugh. You shrugged.

“I could have already killed you, clown.” You said, grinning widely at him. “So let’s have a drink first before I turn you in for that wonderful bounty of yours.”

The Captain laughed, pounding his fist on the arm of his throne. Oh, you amused him, and to his crew’s horror their Captain stood up and approached you.

“You’re buying this time.” He chuckled as he headed toward the pub. You flashed a smile at the crew and gave them a thumbs up before following after Buggy. He glanced back at his crew. “Wait here! I’ll be back with her head on a plate!”

The crew cheered at that. You rolled your eyes. The two of you walked to the pub and he held the door open for you, allowing you into the building first. He laughed and shut the door behind him, only for you to push him up against it. He reached back to lock it, a grin on his face.

“Couldn’t wait to touch me?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes again at him.

“I have a scar from where you stabbed me last time, Buggy.” You said with a pout as your fingers gripped the front of his jacket. You felt the patch on his jacket, from where you had shot him. It had all been for show. A member of Buggy’s crew had walked in on you two about to kiss last time you met and you had to keep up appearances, which meant you firing your pistol at Buggy while he threw a knife at you. However, the bullet didn’t actually harm him whereas his knife actually stuck into your shoulder.

“Well, you put a hole in my favorite jacket!” Buggy shot back as he spun the two of you around, now pinning you against the door. He grinned as you let out a surprised gasp. “D’you want me to kiss your booboo and make it feel better?”

“Only if I get to stab you afterwards.” You retorted before he pressed his lips to yours, silencing any further complaints from you. You whined softly and pulled back from him. “I still want a beer. It was a lot to come find you, you know. I’m thirsty.”

“I haven’t kissed you in a month and you’d rather have a beer?” He actually looked offended by that. You laughed and pushed him away from you before you wandered over to the bar to find some bottles. “Really? I’m hurt by that, you know.”

“Oh please, I’m still mad you stabbed me.” You chuckled as you grabbed a few bottles and put them on the counter. “Besides, we gotta keep this a secret, remember? Your crew would tear me apart if they found out.”

“They wouldn’t unless I ordered them to.” Buggy shot back as he followed after you, leaning against the counter as you opened two bottles and passed one to him. “Besides, you miss these lips, admit it.”

“I do, but I want a beer.” Grinning, you tapped your bottle against his before taking a drink from it. He raised his bottle up to his lips, taking a drink as he studied you carefully for a moment.

“Why not join my crew?” He asked. You looked at him, taking a few sips before lowering the bottle and wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “C’mon, it would be great. You can do whatever you want. I’ll only tell you what to do sometimes. We’d always be together!”

“And why do you want me to join your crew?” You asked. “Better not to just keep me in your bed all the time.”

“What? Never.” He shook his head. “Only most of the time.” You gave him a look and he added, “At night only! Maybe some afternoons. Maybe after breakfast, but mostly I just want you around.”

“You don’t like our forbidden romance?” You teased as you seated yourself on the counter in front of him. Buggy shrugged as he put his hand on your knee, tracing his finger on the fabric of your pants. You frowned and took another sip of your beer.

“I do, but…”

“But? You like it but…?” You tried to coax him to finish his sentence but he went quiet, eyes not meeting yours at first. “Buggy.”

“I get lonely, and I hate seeing you so sporadically.” He mumbled as he slumped onto the counter, letting his head rest on the wooden surface. You chuckled softly and reached down to caress his cheek. “Don’t laugh at my pain!”

“Sorry!” You giggled. “It’s just nice seeing this side of you. I know you’d kill your crew if any of them saw you like this, so I’m just happy I get to.”

“You could see it all the time if you were on my crew.” He sighed. “Do you even like to be with me or is it just something to do when you’re bored?” He glanced up at you. “What do I even mean to you?”

“Oh, Buggy.” You leaned over and pecked his cheek before straightening up. “You mean a lot to me which is why I go through the trouble of tracking your goofy ass down to kiss you. I just… like the thrill of the chase, I guess, and I couldn’t do that if I was a member of your crew.”

“If that’s what you’re into, we could easily arrange something…” He wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed.

“No, no.” You shook your head. “Plus, I don’t think your crew would like me very much since I’ve spent the last two years ‘hunting you’” the last part said with air quotes “And Mohji made it clear he’d feed me to the lion the first chance he got.”

“Richie’s harmless, he wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Buggy insisted as he lifted his head up. “I just don’t want you to be miserable without me.”

And you knew what he meant by that. He was miserable without you, and you felt a little twinge of guilt and pity for the clown captain. You sipped your beer and reached down to pat him on the top of his head. You were thinking of something. Sure, you liked your freedom, you liked chasing pirates around, but you also really liked him. It could be worth it to join his crew, settle down with him for the time being, but you also knew if you suddenly showed up on the crew they’d get a little suspicious.

“Okay.” You set your bottle down and grinned. “I want you to capture me, Buggy. You can put on a whole show in front of the crew, saying you caught me and I’m your prisoner, and then I’ll join your crew.”

“Sounds kinky, but I’m in.” The pirate grinned. “However, after we’re done with our beers.”

“Oh, of course.” You nodded. “And after we’re done catching up.”

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #buggy x reader #buggy x you #buggy the clown x you #opla buggy the clown #opla buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy x reader #opla buggy x you #opla buggy the clown x you

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stevethehairington · 1 year

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When Eddie was a child, his mother used to sing to him all the time.

She’d sing to him when she tucked him in for bed at night. As she made him breakfast in the mornings. When he was helping her fold the laundry. On their walks home from school. As they danced together to whatever record was spinning in the living room.

The songs she would sing varied — lots of folksy, bluesy stuff. Some poppier things thrown in too. A couple of rougher, tougher songs Eddie really liked the sound of.

But there was one song in particular she would sing to him whenever he was feeling particularly frightened or upset: “You Are My Sunshine”.

After he fell off of his bike and skinned both of his knees and the palms of his hand, she would patch him up with bandaids, kiss the booboos better, and sing it to him until his tears were dry and he was smiling again.

When it was stormy — clouds roiling angrily, thunder clapping loud and booming, lightning crackling bright and brilliant across the sky — she would wrap him up in a blanket, tuck him into her side on the sofa, and sing it softly to him until he wasn’t even worried about the storm anymore.

Near the end, when she was stuck in a hospital bed, hooked up to all those big scary machines, with tubes and wires everywhere, she would let Eddie climb onto her bed (even though the nurses scolded her for it), and she would gather him up in her arms and sing it to him until all he remembered of her was her gentle voice and her kind smile.

After she passed, the song became something of a comfort to Eddie. Something he would sing to himself, quietly under his breath, whenever he was scared. Whenever he was upset. Whenever he was hurting.

“What is that?” Steve asks, sneaking up on Eddie in a way he should know better than to do by now, lest he end up with another broken bottle to his throat.

Eddie startles, soft humming cutting off sharply as he turns, big wild eyes stuck on Steve. “Huh?”

“That song you were singing — what is it?” Steve asks, lowering himself to the ground beside Eddie. He sits close. Close enough that his knee presses into Eddie’s thigh when he crosses his legs beneath him. He doesn't move away.

The fight or flight settles, adrenaline dipping back down, and some of that frantic edge dissipates. Eddie’s shoulders sag a little and he blows out a careful breath. He glances at Steve from the corner of his eye, sees that Steve is already looking back. Waiting for an answer. “Oh,” Eddie says, “uh, ‘You Are My Sunshine’,” he tells him. “It’s uh— my mom used to sing it to me. Before— before,” he finishes lamely, not quite wanting to get into all of that here. With Steve. Maybe someday, but not today. He picks at a loose thread in the knee of his jeans. “I, um, I sing it when I’m y’know,” he waves his hand nebulously towards their surroundings.

“A wanted fugitive hiding out in some shitty old boathouse that, frankly, smells like ass?” Steve fills in.

That gets Eddie to crack a smile, pulls a tiny little snuffle of a laugh from him. “I was going to say scared,” he admits.

“Oh,” Steve says.

“It helps,” Eddie tells him. Shrugs one shoulder. “Makes me feel better. At least a little.”

Steve nods, a serious look on his face. Like this is important stuff. “How does it go?” He asks.

Another laugh tumbles out of Eddie’s mouth. “How does it— are you asking me to sing it? To you?”

“Yeah, come on,” Steve encourages. “Let’s hear it.”

If it was anyone else, in any other circumstance, Eddie probably would’ve told them to fuck off. But there’s something about Steve Harrington. Something that makes him cave almost immediately. He clears his throat, sitting up a little straighter. He doesn’t look at Steve as he opens his mouth — he’s not quite brave enough for that. But he sings to him anyways.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“You have a nice voice,” Steve says, when Eddie finishes. Knocks his shoulder into Eddie’s. Smiles at him.

Eddie’s mouth tugs up against his will, and tugs at his hair, pulling it across his mouth to hide the evidence and the pleased flush that colors his cheeks. “Thanks,” he tells Steve.

“That’s a really nice song, too,” Steve adds. “I see why you like it.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, not really knowing what else to say after he’s pretty much bared his soul to this guy.

“I’ll have to remember that one.”

When they find Dustin and Eddie, it’s too late.

Dustin is there, crumpled to his knees, bent over Eddie’s body where it lies on the cold, hard ground amidst a sea of lifeless bat carcasses. He doesn’t look up until he hears Steve and the girls getting close. When he does, his face is streaked with dirt, with blood, with tears.

“Steve,” Dustin cries, and Steve has never heard him so distraught. The panic rises within him, a surge so strong it pushes him forward, sprinting the last few feet between them until he can fall to Dustin’s side.

“Steve you have to help him, you have to help him,” Dustin begs. “He’s— Eddie— it’s bad, it’s really bad. I can’t— I don’t know if— Steve, please.”

There’s bile in the back of Steve’s throat, as he looks down at Eddie, and an ice cold dread that’s right behind it. Oh god, he can’t be— please say he isn’t—

“Harrington?” Eddie breathes, and Steve has never felt a relief as strong as this one.

He’s alive, he’s still alive.

Only — it’s bad. It’s really fucking bad. His body is… it’s torn up. There’s no other way to describe it. His clothes have been shredded, and beneath them Steve can see the gashes in his abdomen, twin to Steve’s only so much deeper, so much worse. His chest is shredded. His arms are missing chunks. The right side of his face is—

Steve can’t look. Doesn’t want to look.

There’s so much blood, too much blood, and it’s everywhere. Hot and wet and sticky all over Eddie’s body. Pooling against his exposed skin, welling from his wounds and dripping to the ground beneath him. It’s smeared across his face, covering his hands, spewing from his mouth as he tries to talk.

“Harrington,” Eddie repeats, more sure as his unfocused eyes zero in on him.

“Eddie,” Steve says. “Hey, hey, yeah, it’s me. It’s Steve, I’m here,” he says, hovering over him. He doesn’t know what to do to help. He doesn’t know how to stop the bleeding. He doesn’t know where to start. “You’re gonna be okay,” he tells him, even though he doesn’t know. “We’re gonna get you outta here, I’m gonna get you outta here, and you’re going to be just fine.”

“Nah, man, m’not,” Eddie laughs then, more of a wheeze than anything, and there’s blood in his teeth when he smiles at Steve, “m’not gonna make it,” he slurs. “This is… this is it, Steve.”

“No, Eddie, no, come on,” Steve says, shaking his head. “I can— we can get you out of here. I can carry you. It’s— we’ll get you out, we’ll get you help.”

Eddie’s fingers squeeze weakly around Steve’s wrist. He thinks it’s probably supposed to be some sort of comforting gesture, but it doesn’t do its job. “Not gonna… last,” Eddie says, letting his head loll sluggishly from side to side.

And Steve can see that he’s right. He doesn’t want him to be right.

“Jus’ stay with me,” Eddie says. “Jus’ stay till the end.”

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, nostrils flaring as he tries to breathe through it. As he tries not to let the tears fall yet. He can’t. Not right now. Not in front of Eddie. He needs to be strong for him. When he opens them again, Eddie’s foggy stare is still trained on him, waiting for his answer.

“I will,” he tells Eddie. “I’ll stay. I’m not leaving you,” he promises.

Eddie smiles again, a tiny twitch of the left corner of his mouth. The right side nothing more than torn up skin and too much blood.

“Good,” Eddie whispers, eyes straying. “Good.”

Steve grips onto Eddie’s hand, holds it tight enough that it would probably hurt, if the rest of his body wasn’t already screaming in pain all at once too. He swallows down the heavy lump in his throat, and reaches up to brush some of Eddie’s hair from his face. It’s tacky with blood, matted together and sticking to his skin, but Steve tucks it back behind his ear as best as he can.

“Hey,” he says, gets Eddie to fix those fuzzy eyes back on him again. “I’ve got you,” Steve tells him. “I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

And then he starts to sing.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” Steve warbles, and he doesn’t miss the recognition flash in Eddie’s eyes. The heavy exhale he lets go. The faint squeeze of his fingers around Steve’s.

“You make me happy, when skies are gray.” Steve tries to be as careful as he can, as he takes Eddie into his own arms. As he cradles him to his chest. As he holds him close.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you.” Steve throat is thick, voice shaking so bad as he tries to hold himself together. As he tries to bring Eddie as much comfort as he can. Just like his mother did.

“Please don’t take my sunshine away,” Steve finishes with a half sob, and a ghost of a smile crosses over Eddie’s face, before it slips away.

Steve feels Eddie’s hand go limp in his.

He holds his breath. Waits. One. Two. Three.

Nothing.

Eddie’s chest stays still, not even a barely there hint of movement. His eyes are glazed, unblinking.

Steve brushes his hand over his eyelids, closing them. Bends down to press a kiss to his forehead.

Then he buries his face into Eddie’s hair, and he finally lets himself cry.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #mcd #hahahahahahahah i am so sorry #listen. i just. i was watching a documentary on charlie cullen and they played this hella haunting version of 'you are my sunshine'#and this immediately popped into my head and i just. had to get it out. i had to.#it is almost 4 am so i am. WOOF. i am feeling this one #i cried writing this okay?#anyways. IM SORRY #(if this is a total flop i will just delete it in the morning LOL)#mack writes #macks ficlets

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aanoia · 9 months

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Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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mrshipsmcgee · 1 year

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I crave some of the classic “random villain kidnaps Peters girl and tortures her in order to get info on him” add in some “Peter shows up at the last minute and goes feral” to make me happy

Yes ma’am. Anything for you my darling 😏

WARNINGS: blood, booboos, owies, hurt

Peter steps into the open window of his shared apartment with his best friends, Miles and Mary Jane. Peter thumbs the switch of the floor lamp beside him before discarding his mask, pausing as his brows lace together - scanning his surroundings realizing his normally warm and inviting home was dark and empty.

No Miles.

No MJ.

They should be up still.. the house should smell like fresh popcorn and the fireplace should be filled with orange flames as Miles and Mary Jane played through their newest video game together.

They always stayed up together for whoever was on patrol.. but tonight something was wrong.

Hair stands up straight on the back of Peter’s neck as he steps deeper into the home, the old wood floors creaking under the weight of each step he took.

He hears a small whimper - MJ’s whimper.

His stomach drops as he crosses the into Miles’ room.

“Shit,” Peter whispers, hot tears forming in his eyes as they fall upon Miles. Peter is frozen, chest rising as he approaches where Miles sat on the ground propped against his bed, crimson blood flowing from his abdomen as he stares up at Peter.

Peter drops to his knees, immediately inspecting the stab wounds on Miles’ stomach. Peter cries, cupping Miles’ face - his normally warm eyes now panicked as he stares at his wounded friend.

“I- I’m okay, Pete,” Miles tries to point to the door. “He has her. Go.”

Peter’s palm drops from Miles as he stands, gritting his teeth, “Where are they?”

Miles shakes his head, “I don’t know Pete. She… she stopped crying a few minutes ago,” he begins to cry. “He came through the window. We- we thought it was you, Pete. I swear. I promise I tried. My powers failed me.. I’m so sorry, Peter. I should have known-.”

“-No, Miles,” Peter interjects, dropping to his knees again and taking his friend’s face in his hands before planting a loving kiss to his forehead. His eyes meet Miles’, “There’s no need to apologize. You’re still learning.. it’s okay.”

Tears run down Miles’ cheeks as he nods at Peter, “I love you, man.”

“I love you, too,” Peter whispers.

“Please, go find her.. He’s going to kill her,” Miles sobs. “She can’t die. I can’t handle another death.”

Peter stands, already stalking towards the door as he cracks his knuckles, “You won’t have to.”

Rage courses through Peter as he nears the cracked door of his bedroom, kicking it open and stepping through the threshold.

“I was wondering if you’d get home before or after I’ve killed them,” a familiar voice comes from the corner of the room. “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long now. I had hoped you’d be here to watch them die. I’m so happy things are working out as planned. You know, Peter - it’s been an awful long time since you’ve watched a loved one die. Hasn’t it?”

“Show yourself, Harry,” Peter growls. “I’m the one you want anyway, right?”

“Peter Parker… such a bright mind, but still can’t figure out the purpose of this all,” Harry let’s out a gravely laugh. “I’m simply doing what I have done before. I’m killing your hope. I don’t want you dead, I want you miserable. I want you to wish for death.”

“Where is she?” Peter asks, fists clenched as his chest rises and falls, “Where is Mary Jane?”

“Oh, the pretty one?” Harry’s voice is playful. “Pete, do you remember what I like to do with pretty women?”

Peter gulps, eyes flickering between rage and sorrow.

“I like to do whatever the fuck I want with pretty women, Peter,” Harry finally steps out of the shadows. “And god damn did I do whatever the fuck I wanted with her.”

Peter charges Harry, hands wrapping around his scaly neck as he begins to choke him, “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Do you know who she cried for the entire time?” Harry laughs as he chokes. “You. And - and you - you weren’t there. You - you never are.”

Peter throws Harry against the wall before slamming him onto the ground, holding him by the collar as he screams, “Where is she?!” Peter’s fist meets Harry cheek, then his jaw, then his left eye, then his throat. Harry gasps for air as Peter pulls away, his face beet-red as he screams “Tell me!”

“Go to the bedroom,” Harry smiles. “I’ll just say that she couldn’t move whenever I was done with her.”

Peter immediately runs to Mary Jane’s bedroom.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he sees MJ laying naked on her toddler bed, “Mary Jane.” He rushes to her side, a scream escaping from his throat as he sees the markings all over her beautiful body. Her body already bruising from Harry’s abuse.

His fingers ghost over her bloodied gut, carved perfectly was

H A R R Y

Peter lets out an anguished cry as his hands hover over Mary Jane, to afraid to take her into his arms.

She wakes, eyes lazily opening as she looks to Peter, “Peter.”

“You’re here,” a small smile spreads across her face, her busted lip ripping more due to her drying lips. She hisses.

Peter cries, “MJ.. MJ, I- I- I’m so sorry. Mary Jane… I wasn’t here to protect you. Or- or Miles…”

“But you’re here now,” she blinks before passing back about due to pain.

He sobs, taking MJ by the hand and planting a tender kiss to the top of her limp hand. “I’m going to take care of this, and then I’m going to take care of you and Miles.”

Peter’s face drops, wiping the tears from his warm cheeks as he steps into his bedroom and grabs Harry by the collar.

Peter’s face is expressionless as he starts to pummel his ex-friend - beating him to the point of being unrecognizable. His fists finally stop as he hears Harry’s skull crunch under his final blow.

The hero stands, staring at his work - the bloodied piece of shit lying dead on his bedroom floor. “No one fucks with my family.”

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tmntxthings · 10 months

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how would they behave if turtles and the reader had a kid?

well, let’s see…

immediately when I think of Raphael, I’m reminded of all the episodes where he’s telling his brothers not to do something because it’s dangerous or just him being super overbearing with Mikey cause he’s the youngest, now that’s just his brothers! Imagine this turtle with kids?! Raph is the kind of Dad who’s constantly checking in, all throughout your pregnancy he’s making sure you feel no pain, and he’s carrying you if he sees the slightest swelling from your ankles!

Once the baby is born, oh my goodness, he hasn’t left their side! Swaddled in blankets and cradled in the crook of his arm. He is most definitely falling asleep in that position too. As the kid gets older he’s constantly in their room, checking in! All of his favorite stuffed animals are no longer his own. They belong to baby! When that child finally learns how to walk, then to run!Raph is not ready!!! He’s worried, constantly there catching them when they fall. Raising his voice with concern, “Slow down!!” “No running!” “Watch out for the corner—!!!!” And if somehow, someway Raph isn’t there to protect them from the inevitable. If he’s in another room or whatever the case and hears his little ball of happiness crying, he’s there in the next second. Comforting and cooing, wiping away tears and kissing booboos all better! “Don’t worry I’m here, Dada’s here!” He’s the most attentive parent, but also the equivalent of a helicopter parent. Just the constant hovering, it’ll be cute until those teenage years when they start to rebel and do some questionable stuff!! Raph will have plenty of heart attacks but he will learn just like he did with Mikey that sometimes you gotta let the babies spread their wings!

…Just not too far away! ❤️❤️❤️

Leonardo is the epitome of cool dad. It comes naturally to him. Of course! When your pregnant he’s soooo excited, wants the gender to be a surprise! Loves them wholeheartedly no matter what they are! While Raph is super duper careful, Leo is way more laidback. Leo is actually the one chasing after his tot once they learn how to walk/run. He turns back into a child because of them, playing silly games, running around the house and jumping on furniture! Definitely knocking things over and getting plenty of bruises. Both him and tiny tot! “Uh oh did that hurt? Oh no no, it’s okayyyy! Look look Daddy got a bruise too. Ouchie! But it’s okay, we’re okay!” Now I have no clue what a safe age to start portal-ing but yeah, many a-portal-pranks! The type of dad to do jump scares for fun! This little kid will grow up a rascal through and through! Daddy Leo taught them well. But make no mistake, just because he’s more laidback than Raph does not mean that Leo won’t go berserk if he finds out someone is messing with his little tot!

Protective when needed! 💙💙💙

Donatello with kids. Where do I begin? I’ll keep going with this ‘how overbearing would they be’ scenario since that’s the theme I’ve stuck with for the first two. Donnie is a planner. He’s a problem solver. So I imagine he’s been preparing ever since the two of you starting trying for kids…maybe even before that… but most definitely mapping things out once he knows your pregnant. And when those nine months come to a close he’s got everything. Everything. I’m not a parent so I don’t know the essentials but like Donnie would have a whole room (color coded to light purple obviously), meal preps, and carefully crafted toys for whenever they reach certain ages! All very stimulating and made for educational purposes because this baby shall be the smartest baby ever! I’m sure they will be a little genius by the time they can talk in Donnie’s careful hands. Because that baby will have seen some high caliber tech when being held by their dear Papa. And where Donnie once would talk to himself about his own creations he now had a little listener…who couldn’t talk back yet, but was surely listening with big, round eyes! So cute!!!! (Also I didn’t mention this previously but each baby is definitely getting a shade of their father’s color. Like they had no chance in that department!!) So yeah Donnie is more on the unhinged side of protective parenting like Raph. Very adamant about knowing exactly where his little bundle of joy is at all times!

Tracker? Most definitely 💜💜💜

Michelangelo is a cool dad like Leo, but more understanding. It should come as no surprise since he’s a very empathetic turtle! But in this sense he knows how it feels to be young and to always be watched/babied/doubted! Now make no mistake that baby will be by Mikey’s side 24/7 until they can vocalize the need for space! Boundaries shall then be set and Mikey most likely will never cross them unless for a serious/good reason! I also think that there is a good chance Mikey’s kid will become an iPad kid. Not because he won’t be around or isn’t entertaining! But because I think Mikey is a iPad kid as well, so they will both be watching YouTube or playing Minecraft together! And there is a good chance all of the turtle’s kids will turn out this way. I think the only one who may not would be Raph and that’s a questionable maybe! I think we all know how Mikey felt when his favorite place (pizza place) in the world was destroyed for no reason at all! If his child was to ever get hurt, or made to cry by malicious intent, then you can assume he will have a similar, aggressive reaction to the person who hurt his little tot so badly! But of course he is civil, who will ask questions and try to get apologies before it gets out of hand. So Karen/?Chad’s? beware! Coloring and cooking are the go to bonding activities at the appropriate age! “Alright chef, what’s on the menu tonight?! Cookies?? Well, okay okay that can be dessert, but what about the main course? …Brownies… hmmm..”

“How about pizza?!” 🧡🧡🧡

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 10 months

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For the ship + kiss prompt, can I please request #4 with Bob x reader? 💕 Thanks!

Hi Vee!

Here is kiss #4 ... where it hurts with Bob and Reader! This ended up being a little more fun than serious! I hope you love it!

It also took me forever to write it, and I'm so sorry for that!

A Kiss Where It Hurts

It’s just half past six when you wake up to the sound of crying. The bed’s cold next to you as you put on your glasses and blink sleep out of your eyes. You pad carefully down the stairs and lean against the kitchen door frame.

Your once clean kitchen looks like a warzone. There is what looks to be flour and sugar everywhere. Standing in the center of it all is your husband and crying toddler.

"My fingew huwts, Daddy." Your baby boy sobs.

"I know, buddy. But your Mama isn't awake yet. I can kiss it to make it better though." You can't hide your smile at Bob trying to reason with a 2 year old.

"No! Mommy only! Her kisses are magic, Daddy!"

Bob raises his eyes to the heavens, like he's praying for strength but as he does so, his eyes meet yours.

"Buddy, look over there! Who is that?" Bob points right at you, and your little boy is off like a shot, running right into your waiting arms.

"Morning, baby!" Your voice is soft as you cuddle your baby close and brush the tears off of his chubby little cheeks.

"Why are you crying, Jamie?" You listen as his piping, stuffed little voice tells you about how he jammed his finger in one of the cabinets.

"Oh, no!" Your voice is solemn as you take the chubby little hand in yours and kiss the proffered index finger. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! With these three magic kisses, this booboo will heal in no time!"

When Jamie's tears are dry and he snuggles even more securely into your embrace, you stand up, adjusting him so he's on your hip.

"Morning, Bobby." You smile as your husband tugs you close.

"Morning, beautiful. Say, do you think I'd get a kiss too if I told you my lips have a booboo?"

You shake your head fondly before tugging him in by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Ahh. Well, yes. I do see the booboo now." You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss your husband, soft and sweet and gentle. The both of you are smiling the entire way, the kiss turning into soft presses of lips more than an actual kiss. When you pull away, the two of you stand in each other's arms for a little while longer.

"You take Jamie, sweetheart. Let me clean up this mess and make pancakes for breakfast." Bob pecks your lips again as you sit at the kitchen table.

"Hey Bobby?" Your voice is soft, barely audible in the quiet morning air.

"Yeah?" He sounds amused.

"I'll kiss your booboos any time." His laughter makes your heart feel warm and light.

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chaifootsteps · 7 months

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You know, Stolitz made me remember I had a love at first site playdate with a kid when I was a small child.

It started when I accidentally caused my little brother to slam his face into the wooden frame of his bed which led to his tears and blood to flow freely everywhere (totally wasn't my fault and a story for another time). We went to the hospital since he had a lil booboo and my mom babies him. At the hospital, while waiting for the doctor to tell my crying mother that my crying brother was okay, I saw him.

A cute little boy my age with black hair that was styled just like how every single boy in the early 2000s had his hair (ty Zac Efron for normalizing bad haircuts). He was playing with one of the video games the childrens hospital waiting room had to keep brats like me entertained. I can't remember for the life of me what the game was, just a bunch of colors. I thought, "hey, I like video games (my dad stole a bunch from his job bc we were poor) he likes video games...this is clearly something special." We played games together which eventually led to us running around the hospital waiting room, chasing each other and having fun. We spent the whole evening into the night together (hospitals suck) and while I didn't steal anything to give to my dad (not this time anyways) we literally had a moment where after running we fell onto our backs giggling. It was fun, I was in love. Until the other parents got annoyed by our antics and our parents separated us, forcing us to sit with them on opposite sides of the hospital while we were scolded in our mothers native tongue (he was Asian and my mom is Puerto Rican). We soberly looked at each other from across the room, sad and heartbroken. Then the worst part, my mom became fed up of waiting. Decided we should go home. With an iron grip, she marched me out of the room, out of the hospital (stopping by the vending machine first) and out of his life. We could only stare, tears in our eyes as I waved my saddest goodbye. He waved back. And I never saw him again.

Twenty years later and there's no way I'd recognize him if he came up to me lol. Let alone want "my first crush and friend" to ravish me.

-shitcastle anon

Hahaha! What a story, Shitcastle Anon!

(Unironically a better love story than Stolitz.)

#Anonymous #helluva boss #actual blog post #stolitz critical #image reply

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angelasscribbles · 11 months

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In Your Room Chapter 11: Oh Mother

Series: In Your Room

Fandom: TRR

Pairings: Leo x Drake

Rating: PG

Warnings for this chapter: A couple of F-bombs, that's it

Song Inspiration for the series: In Your Room by The Bangles

Word Count: 1,163

My other stuff: Master List.

The woman’s voice trembled as she asked tentatively, “You remember me?”

“Yes…” her image was etched into his memory. Her face had a few more lines in it now, but it was still the face from his earliest memories, as well as the face in the well worn photo of her he carried in his wallet. But it wasn’t just her appearance. The lilt in her voice and the faint scent of jasmine that wafted to him on the breeze pulled him back through the years to the palace nursery, bedtime stories and hugs that could make the worst booboos better and the scariest dreams fade into oblivion. Until one day she had just been gone and nothing had been truly okay since. Not until Drake’s love had started to heal him.

His heart began to race, and the roar of his own blood was deafening in his ears. “What are you doing here?” he choked out.

“I…I just wanted to see you…” tears welled up in the woman’s eyes, “I didn’t mean to disrupt your wedding! I’m so sorry!”

“This is your mother?” Bianca’s mouth fell open.

“Yeah,” Leo nodded, his mouth dry. So many emotions fell through him in that moment. Joy, loss, pain, anger, sadness, curiosity, wonder, amazement. He asked the one question that he’d wanted to ask for over twenty years, “Where have you been?”

“I…” she sniffed as she glanced at the people surrounding them, “Can we go somewhere more private?”

“Come on, let’s all go into the house,” Bianca directed as she patted Leo gently on the shoulder.

Leo responded to her touch, and her directions, turning and making his way into the house without question. Bianca whipped her phone out and sent a text to her son. On the way into the house, she sent a server to bring iced tea to the living room.

By the time the tea made it to them, so had Drake. He rounded the corner in a panic, “What’s wrong?”

Bianca intercepted him, “Drake, this is Leo’s mother.”

“What?” He froze in place, gaping at the scene in front of him.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Leo laughed, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Drake Walker at a loss for words before.”

“Sorry!” Drake shook himself out of it and hurried to take a seat next to his almost husband. He took Leo’s hand in his own. His copper eyes traced Leo’s face with concern, “Are you okay?”

“Mm, hm,” Leo nodded as he wiped a tear from his cheek, “Just in shock a little I guess.” Turning to the woman seated across from him, he said, “I never thought I’d see you again. I’d given up hope.”

Helena dropped her head into her hands and started to cry.

Bianca moved to the couch next to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“I’m sorry,” Helena lifted her head to give Bianca a grateful look, “I promised myself I wasn’t going to cry! Today isn’t about me!”

“No, it’s not,” Drake affirmed, “So why did you pick today, of all days, to show up?”

“I just wanted to see my baby boy get married. I wanted to make sure he…” she hiccupped a little through her sobs, “…was happy…”

“I am happy,” Leo assured her, “but I would have been a lot happier a long time ago if I’d had a mother.”

“I know…I’m sorry….your father…he wouldn’t…he said I couldn’t…he…”

The anger whooshed out of him as Leo stared at her, horrified, “Constantine wouldn’t let you see me, would he?”

She shook her head no.

“That fucker! I knew it!” Leo was on his feet, pacing.

“Yeah…but…” Drake looked back and forth between them, “Leos been an adult for a while now. Why didn’t reach out sooner?”

“I tired! When he was at college a few times, but the guards wouldn’t let me through! I sent letters but I…I’m guessing you never got them?”

“All my mail was screened…”

“And your personal number was unpublished.” Drake finished for him.

“I was in the crowd in Paris when you gave that speech about climate change,” she smiled proudly through her tears, “You were so passionate about it!”

“You were there?” Leo felt tears pool in his own eyes again, but for an entirely different reason.

She had followed his career. She had tried to contact him. She had never forgotten him nor abandoned him willingly. And he should have known. He should have looked for her. It was just one more thing his father had taken from him.

As if reading his mind, Drake’s voice cut through his self-recrimination, “You didn’t know, Leo.”

“Of course, I was there!” Helena nodded, “I wanted to be there for so much more, Leo! I never wanted to leave you behind! I made a mistake! I didn’t realize that when I decided to leave Constantine that he would keep you from me! I really thought we would split custody and-“

Leo was suddenly across the room and in her arms. Bianca moved off the couch to give them room as they clung to each other and cried together.

Bianca pulled Drake to the side, “I’ll go let the guests know the wedding will start late. I think they need a minute.”

“Yeah, thanks, mom,” Drake brushed a kiss on her cheek before turning his attention back to Leo, “I’m staying in case he needs me.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, son.”

Leo and his mother spent the next twenty minutes trying to catch up on all the missing years.

“Hey, babe,” Drake finally interjected, “Should we reschedule the wedding?”

“What?” Leo looked up, startled, “Why?”

“Um…” Drake’s eyes traced from Leo to Helena and back again, “So you can deal with this.”

“I didn’t mean to derail your wedding!” she protested, “I just wanted to be here!”

The press had reported his engagement to another man three months ago, but the man had been unidentified and Leo’s location unknown. Drake’s name had been leaked two weeks ago. She’d hired a private detective who had delivered the address of the ranch and the date of the wedding yesterday.

She hadn’t known if he’d want to see her. She thought she could slip in and watch from the back. She hadn’t counted on security at the gate.

“You’re fine,” Leo grinned at her, “I’m glad you’re here. It makes this day even more perfect!” His father was never keeping them apart again. “Please stay after so we can talk some more?”

“I’d like nothing more!” she agreed.

Leo stood and pulled Drake into his body with a smirk, “You’re not getting out of this that easy, Walker! We’re getting hitched!”

Surprised laughter bubbled out of Drake, “Hitched? Did you just say hitched?”

“Yeah…I’m a real Texan now, boy! Yee Haw! Let’s go get hitched!”

Drake swatted Leo on the backside as he followed him out of the room, “Try and fucking stop me!”

#in your room #angelasscribbles #trr au #the royal romance #dreo #Drake x Leo #Leo x Drake #Drake Walker #Leo Rys #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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semicolonsspace · 4 months

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Today was not a good day for Y/n... but it got better.

First: she was fired. Second: she was almost positive that Derek, her boyfriend had forgotten their anniversary. But for now, she decided to ignore her problems and watch some TV.

Plopping onto the couch she sighs, turning on the TV to something random. It was a random cartoon, and she loved it- especially after a hard day.

When she was little she would watch cartoons as well. When her parents were arguing? Cartoons. And when she got a booboo? Cartoons. Even now it was still a habit to watch some cartoons when things got stressful.

Y/n let out a little squeak when she felt herself being picked up. She may have gotten a bit too immersed in TV. "Hi, Dare bear," she says with a giggle. He gave her a warm smile and positioned her in a bridal style. "Hi, sweetie"

Her eye caught his pearly k9 tooth, her favorite to see when he smiled. When it showed, it was a genuine one. And it seemed he never faked one toward her, and she loved that. She loved how genuinely soft the big strong werewolf was for her, a nature faerie.

Derek carried her to their bedroom, laying her down on the huge bed. "I have a surprise for you," He happily shrills as he jogs to the bathroom to fetch something. He comes back with a huge box, along with a few other things.

He hands her a card first, wanting her to open it. She grabbed it gracefully, glancing at him to see his eyes sparkle with happiness. Or maybe it was Eargernes... She giggled, "I thought you forgot." He shook his head, looking a bit offended at first. "I would never forget about you, my love."

She gushed at him, almost shedding a tear from the cuteness. He never seemed to make her feel disloved, she always felt appreciated.

Y/n opened the card, reading it and shedding a few tears as she read it. It talked about the day they met how much he knew she was the one for her. and how he wanted to spend the rest of his wolfy life with her.

"Aww, Derek! You're the cutest!" Yn squealed. She then got up and rolled under the bead to get the present for him.

"You, haven't even opened the other one!

"Wait! I got a bunch of lingerie and I wanted you to judge them!"

Derek tilts his head humorously with a smirk. "Today is about love but when the clock hits midnight we'll do that," he grunts, his veins flexing in his neck as he rolls it to look away bashfully.

Y/n pauses. "Derek, it's 10 p.m."

"I know, now open the present!" he yells, ushering her as he shoved the big box onto her lap. He removes takes a peek under the bed and growls, "How much did you get? Damn," he asks, amazed at how many boxes there were under the bed. "A bit... like 20 pairs... plus some toys."

"Toys?"

Y/n ignores him and rips open the wrapping paper. She squeaks at the big frog stuffed animal with a top hat. "Ahhh! His name shall be George!"

She squeezed the stuffed animal, wrapping her legs and arms around it like she was a koala bear. The soft frog was almost twice her size!

"Great now I'm gonna have to sleep on the couch! you found a new cuddle buddy," Derek teases. He picked her up again, sitting her on his lap once he sat next to where she was. He then opened her next present showing her the necklace with her and his initials on it. He put the necklace on her, kissing her cheek. He patted George on the head. "I think you might like George more than the custom necklace," he jokes.

Y/n gave him a sly smile. "Of course, I do! Look at him, but I don't mind having your initials on my body as well; that's nice as well," She shrugs, blinking at him. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"I love you," Derek whispers and then kisses her cheek. He turns to George, the stuffed animal, "I guess I love you too, George."

This made y/n giggle which caused the two of them to enter a big laughing fit. "George is mine!" She warns with a squint of her usual big eyes.

"Well, you're mine; so, technically he's mine as well," Derek quips with a poke of her cheek. "Okay, mister guard dog," y/n jokes.

"Don't test me, I'll bark."

"Please don't."

He opens his mouth and she covers it swiftly. He licks her hand as soon as her hand touches his mouth. It doesn't deter her. "Hon, I've had your other fluids on me, your saliva doesn't gross me," she laughs. He winks at her and nibbles her palm.

Derek squeezes her, his head going to her neck and planting a small kiss on the sensitive area just below her ear. Y/n shivered and giggled as it tickled her. "If you're hungry I can make you something, silly," Y/n jokes. Derek shakes his head at her and snuggles into her body more. "I'll have my dessert in a bit."

#this was rushed #so i might rewrite it later #and make it better #but for now #here is this shit post #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf derek hale #derek hale #tyler hoechlin #derek hale fluff

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cheezyratz · 10 months

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More baby mig thoughts:

when he's big he tries to hide his injuries, but the second he regresses he cries over the smallest hurt. Like he accidentally clapped his hands too hard once and they started tingling a bit and he was tearing up and sniffling. He asked Peter B. to put bandaids on his palms, and made tearful puppy eyes at Jess until she kissed his booboos better (she kissed them immediately).

The reason he tries to hide his injuries when big is partially because of how sensitive he is when small. he feels embarrassed by how sensitive he is when regressed so he hides injuries when big almost as if he's trying to prove to himself that he's tough and strong.

Mwah mwah/platonic

Much love~🐀

Miguel is definitely the type of guy to be like “I have to be strong. I can’t show any signs of weakness because they need me” or some variation like that

Also yes I agree!! I feel like regressed miguel would also cry if he sees someone get hurt, like he’s having a playdate with web-slinger and he scrapes his knee and Miguel is just a waterfall of tears. Patrick (web-slingers name I’m pretty sure) tries to reassure Mig that he’s fine but Miguel’s still sniffling a little when Peter come by with a bandaid (the next time they have a play date miguel wraps bubble wrap around Patrick’s knees because he’s still a bit worried about the whole thing

Also also, regressed Miguel having Jess kiss his forehead whenever he has a headache 🥹🥹🥹

Yay more kisses!!!! ^^

#🐀 anon #sfw interaction only #agere blog #Miguel o’hara #jess drew #peter b parker #Spiderverse #age regressor miguel o’hara #age regressor Patrick o’hara #Age regressor web-slinger #They have play-dates when regressed i swear

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monstrousvoice · 2 years

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A Night Walk

Fandom: Cult of the Lamb

Relationship: The Lamb X Narinder/The One Who Waits, NariLamb, True Devotion

AN: A request made by @littlepuffy4ever for sweet and fluffy True Devotion, with Lamb trying to tell Narinder that they are pregnant. I hope its sweet enough for you booboo!

Tags: Fluff, Love, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Talk, Unplanned Pregnancy, Lamb is GN here but has a vulva and is able to get pregnant

Warnings: Pregnancy and mentions of having more kids in the future.

Summary: Some things are just...scary to talk about.

Read it on AO3!

The moon shone beautifully up above the treetops. Illuminating autumn leaves of red and orange hues, setting the scene for a peaceful night to walk. Lamb was grateful for the light guiding their path. It was perfect. A look to their right shows Narinder beside them, the black cat looking rested and at peace. His black fur glimmers and shines in the light, and Lamb felt their heart squeeze with adoration at how handsome his profile was to look at.

The red and orange leaves of fall dance and swirl around them as they walk the hidden path of the woods. Their hands were intertwined and when Lamb squeezed, Narinder squeezed back. They leaned their head against his lower bicep as they walked, letting out a pleased hum when he turned his head to briefly nuzzle their own.

Truly a wonderful night.

Lamb only hoped it wouldn’t be ruined after…after the Talk. An anxious voice in their head told them it would be better to never reveal their secret, but they knew the Talk would have to be done eventually. They know they can’t expect to hide their growing belly over the next few months, or for Narinder to somehow miss the eventual birth.

No, they needed to tell him at the start and have a clear conscience moving forward. And if he…if Narinder wanted nothing to do with them or the little one they were growing then that…that would be okay. It would be fine, Lamb thinks even as their eyes sting with unshed tears at the thought.

Going through an entire pregnancy alone was a…scary thought. Even to one who had fought and killed four powerful gods and was currently married to an overthrown one. That was just the issue however. They couldn't force Narinder to stay with them if he didn’t want a family. He had to make so many changes and adjustments in his life, and he had made such incredible progress over the years.

Lamb still sometimes worried he only agreed to marriage with them because the alternative was death by their hands. (A situation that was not true in the slightest. If the cat had said ‘no’ at any time they would have called the whole thing off. But he never did…he had been smiling on their wedding day…)

Lamb loved him, and loved him enough to let him leave if raising kits was a part of mortal life he wasn’t ready to face yet. They wouldn’t put their unborn kit through such a life either. It would be a difficult adjustment, but Lamb could do it. The tiny life growing inside them was a part of Narinder after all. They would do anything for it and it was only a few weeks grown.

“You’ve grown nervous. Why?” Narinder’s voice was low and soft, harmonizing with the quiet sounds of the woods they walked though.

“Just…just thinking.”

Narinder huffs at the vague answer and squeezes their hand again.

“About?” He prods. Lamb slows to a stop, their breath appearing in a puffy cloud of steam as they think of how to respond. They want to go about this the right way…how does one know when the right time to share such a life changing secret is? Is now a good time? Or would it simply ruin the lovely walk the two of them were on?

They tilt their head up and up to study Narinder’s face. Even as a mortal, his height is still incredible, reaching far above others within the cult. His red eyes glint in the pale moonlight with the knowledge of millenia, of a being who has seen the best and worst of what life has to offer and suffered his own battles along the way.

Lamb can also see…affection. Love, for them. It’s soft and tender as he watches them, waiting for a response to his concern. He waits, as he has always done, patiently. Unbothered by the chill of the fall air or the sounds of creatures scurrying through the woods at night. His only care is that Lamb is okay.

Their heart aches with love at the pure devotion there, so plain to see despite his normally standoffish exterior.

“A lot of things. Mostly the future. Our cult and what to put our focus on now that we’ve expanded so large, what lies in store for us all…For you and I.” The cat smiles at their words, suddenly looking much older. He always seems to change when giving life advice, just another trait Lamb adores about him.

“Now? Now we have eternity together my love. You need not think about it all now…we have the rest of time to make changes to this world as we see fit.” His words bring some relief to Lamb, who can’t help but smile softly at him. It falters when they think of how to word their next question.

“Do you…where do you see us, our relationship, going Narinder? How do you want to proceed together?” This makes the old god pause, his brow furrowing as he contemplates on his answer.

“We stay together, like we have. We are already married, my dear. What more is there?” He grumbles, a lone claw reaching up to tap at the metal ring fit snug against Lamb’s horn.

“W-well yes but-” They huff in exasperation, “What if…what if we did more?”

The confused look Narinder gives them is so kissable it’s unfair.

“What are you talking about? What is-...is more than what we have?” His paws gesture between them, as if that can explain the intricate connection they share to one another. The mourning and grieving, the comfort and crying, the years of dedication and time to one another. A sweet, warm sappy feeling blooms in Lamb’s heart at the unspoken words. They truly couldn’t love him more if they tried…

“What I mean is-” They take a deep breath and let it out slow. In through the nose, out through the mouth, to hopefully calm their racing heart.

“...We could have a family.”

There. They said it, it’s out in the open now. They’d feel relieved if it wasn’t for the way Narinder seemed to grow more puzzled.

“Fam-...what? We have one already don’t we? Granted I…I wasn’t the most welcoming to our flock in the beginning but…” His cheeks darken, ears folding flat as he’s suddenly unable to meet Lamb’s eyes.

“I do care for them all now…” He mutters.

Lamb can’t resist anymore, leaning forward to press a firm kiss against the exposed cheek nearest to them.

“Sometimes Narinder…you say the sweetest things.” They coo, wrapping their arms tight against his waist. The affection flusters him further, but he doesn’t pull away out of embarrassment like he used to so many years ago. Instead he wraps his arms around Lamb in return, burying his blushing face in the soft wool atop their head. Lamb continues speaking, their voice a mere whisper against his chest.

“I’m happy you feel that way…but there is something else I’m trying to say.” Narinder has his focus solely on them now as they try speaking the words lodged in their chest.

“What do you think…do you think of having a baby, Narinder?” Lamb felt their voice crack as they spoke, but the words were finally out. It felt like a relief to have spoken them, and an entirely new terror settled in their gut as they waited for their husband’s response. His voice was so soft when he spoke again…

“A baby?” Lamb’s ears had to perk up simply to hear him.

“Yes. A baby.”

Neither of them moved for a long while, Lamb’s face still buried in their husband’s warm, soft chest. Their head rose and fell with the steady breaths he took, the rest of his body completely still. Lamb couldn’t hold it anymore, more words building from the anxiety in their gut and pouring from their mouth in a stream.

“It’s okay if you don’t want this. I won’t force you to be part of something you’re not ready for…but…” Their breath hitched in their throat, tears burning the back of their eyes. “It seems we weren’t as careful as we could have been. And I…I want them so bad Narinder. I want them to exist and grow up and love and play and…be here. I love them so much already-”

Their words are cut off by his paws cupping their face, pulling them away from his chest to meet his eyes. His gaze was intense, focused on them, and it felt very much like he could see into their soul.

“Are you saying…you already…?” Lamb felt the corner of their mouth tilt up in a smile despite the tears welling in the corners of their eyes. They gave a small nod as they grabbed one Narinder’s paws from their face. They brought the limb down, gently placing the warm paw pads against their wool covered tummy.

“Mhm. Only a couple weeks.”

The old god is speechless as stares at them, eyes distant and fuzzy looking.

“I won’t…I won’t force you to stay, if you don’t want this. You can take some time to think-” Their words are cut off by the soft press of lips against their own. It’s a welcome touch, and tears leak down their cheeks as their eyes flutter closed. A soft sound leaves them as Narinder deepens the kiss, giving a small nip to their bottom lip before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.

Lamb is breathless when he pulls away, feeling too many emotions at once but knowing they want Narinder to kiss them again. The old god looks unsure of himself as he pulls away.

“I…I don’t know anything about raising kits from birth.” He sighs, “Aym and Baal were both nearing their adolescent years when I took them as guards.” His eyes look distant as he remembers, a fond smile on his muzzle at the thought of the two young cats. Lamb can’t help their own smile at the thought of them, excited for them to visit with their mother once again in the future. Forneus always makes the best fish casserole…

Narinder shakes himself from the memories, meeting Lamb’s eye with his own. A fiery spark of determination, one Lamb rarely sees from him, is in his eyes.

“If you possess the patience to help me learn, I would be…very happy to welcome this young one into the world. With you.” Lamb can’t help the choked noise of relief that escapes them as they give a wobbly smile, shoulders dropping as an invisible burden leaves them. The tears that were gathering in their eyes finally fell, streaming down their cheeks in a steady trickle. Narinder’s large paw cups their cheek with extreme gentleness as his thumb wipes away a stream of tears.

“I-I’m really happy to hear that, my love.” They whisper, their voice cracking with the overwhelming emotions they felt. Narinder smiled back at them, a single tear escaping from his left eye. Lamb doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward and placing another kiss to his cheek, right where the tear was falling in a slow trickle.

They nuzzle against that same cheek as they stand on the tips of their hooves, trying to get as close as possible to the cat’s pointed ears. They feel his own body lower to accommodate, the arm he has resting on their waist pulling them impossibly closer.

“I love you…so much…” They manage to whisper.

“I love you too, my darling Lamb…” He whispers back, matching their tone.

He pulls away just enough to press their foreheads together, muzzles touching as they basked in their shared happiness.

#Cult of the Lamb #CotL #The Lamb #CotL The Lamb #Narinder #CotL Narinder #The One Who Waits #CotL The One Who Waits #The Lamb X Narinder #The Lamb X The One Who Waits #NariLamb #Cult of the Lamb NariLamb #CotL NariLamb #True Devotion #Cult of the Lamb True Devotion #CotL True Devotion #TW: Pregnancy #My writing

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sweetlittlenamjoon · 2 years

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✨Stray Kids as Regressors✨

! these are all just for fun, kpop artists are real people pls dont bug them !

SFW interaction only please!

🐺 Chan 🐺

4-8

stimmy stimmy stimmy

he talks a lot but its really hard to understand

gets really shy around new people

helps with chores

calls everyone hyung

polite young man

waddles around

eats all his veggies

takes care of any younger regressors

🐰lee know🐰

2-6

mostly nonverbal

grabby hands

just wants to cuddle and watch cartoons

eats mostly sweets

always gets sleepy

even though he regresses quite young he doesn’t use much baby gear

sippy cup and chunky cutlery

will fight to not have to have a bath tho

just that clip of him going “ga ga? bagagaaaaaa”

🐷 changbin 🐷

more of a middle regressor

5-10

loud little cousin vibes

always hungry

steals the cooking utensils tho

CLUMSY

falls over constantly

kisses on his booboos

“I won’t cry! I’m a big boy!”

will NOT take care of younger regressed members when regressed

a little shit but we love him

🦙hyunjin🦙

2-4

hid his regression the longest

sweet and curious

doesn’t talk much

head tilts to ask questions

calls everyone “baba”

laughs really easily

lots of little gear he got as presents

accidentally very cute

doesn’t regress very often but when he does every member takes care of him

occasional impure regression

just wants to be held

🐿 Han 🐿

3-6

less hyper than you’d think

can’t sit still tho

rocks when he sits

loves doing crafts and worksheets

animal documentaries!!!

comforts anyone who’s sad

talks in third person and very baby talk

cuddles, cuddles, cuddles

no one can pry him off

nor do they want to

🐥 Felix 🐥

big age range

2-9

regresses most frequently

loves being babied and fussed over

lots of stuffies and toys

pretend play all the time

puppy dog eyes

no one can say no to him

the whole group babies him because he’s so cute when regressed

even changbin will occasionally let him cuddle while they’re both regressed

involuntary regression when he passes the toy aisle

the struggle

🐶 Seungmin 🐶

4-7

doesn’t age regress very much

pet regresses

gets shy about his pet regression at first but all the members are super supportive

“our puppy <3”

partially nonverbal

more he just doesn’t like talking while regressed

will nibble on the same cracker for 20 mins

loves his hair being played with

floor naps

he owns ears but he forgets to put them on a lot

involuntary regression almost exclusively

drops all honorifics

surprised his hyungs the first time he puppy regressed because he was just like “hi channie. wanna go-a walk?”

waddles with trex hands

🦊 I.N. 🦊

3-6

sometimes hard to tell if he’s regressed until he pulls out the paci

uses little gear in nonregressed life

the dynamic of the group does not change at all

still bugs his hyungs

literally reads joke books to annoy his hyungs with

talkative

prefers to move around and make forts than sit and watch cartoons

squeals at any physical attention

wiggle worm boy

he’s a big cry baby tho

sniffles and big fat tears

kisses make everything better tho

#agere #agere blog #kpop #kpop agere #kpop regression #noncom agere #age regressor #agere post #skz #skz agere #stray kids agere #stray kids #straykids #stray kids headcanons

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 2 years

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Hips'N'Thighs

Kinktober is is full effect y'all! A month of smutty, spooky goodness coming right up. Shoutout to our lovely host, @nahimjustfeelingit-writes for putting her thing down so consistently.

Pairing: Odell Beckham Jr × Crinasia

Tags: Smut, Hypnosis, Sex Pollen?, 🏳️‍🌈 LGBT

A well known viral hypnotist had set up shop and was recording on campus and he'd gathered a lil crowd or whatever. Crinasia was always a skeptic, the type to ask the questions no one else wanted to ask. "I don't care bout ya lil sighin," her lip curled, eyes rolling at her best friend. He was like a happy ass kid who felt like street hypnosis was real and he was ret'ta be made a BooBoo the Fool of on the innanet. Crinasia was not convinced. "No cuz I'm 'sposed to believe these people ain't paid actors? Broke as we college students are? Get ya views, honey, but I don't buy it."

"Girl, you so damn anti. Hold my purse."

It was a lil satchel, but he tossed it at her as he approached the lying ass white boy who had his film crew and was asking for volunteers. 'Volunteers'.

"Odell is here," bestie announced giving his model face to the camera with his best angles. He was eating.

"Ah," her tongue stuck out in pride.

"So have you ever been hypnotized," The hypnotist asked, shoving a mic in his face.

"No," he smiled sweetly, "But my friend says you fakkke," he gritted on her, blinking his eyes back to the hypnotist. "I beliee you tho."

"Friend? Is she your girlfriend by chance," the hypnotist looked between the two.

Crinasia's face said 'tf you think?'

Odell took one look at Crinasia and, "HA," he bleated, "Baby if you can't tell," his wrist bent in demonstration to send the message as his tongue popped. "Ok?! I skipped gold, my star platinum, cut from the pooch no cooch," he held his abs in demonstration. He'd never touched a coochie in his damn life. The audience was on his side already and the hypnotist was eatin it up.

"Friend, don't explain yourself. This a whole YouTube show for views and clicks, ain't shit real."

"Can the friend step up," the mic moved to her face. "What's your name?"

"...Crinasia."

"Crinasia! If it's not real you have no reason not to try it, right? It's fake so there's no problem. Right? Stay right here," the hypnotist gestured gathering four more people. "I need all of you to look behind me at the line of trees, look at them and look far past them in your mind letting your body relax. Arms relaxed, head relaxed, shoulders relaxed, back relaxed, legs relaxed. Focus on feeling your limbs heavy and weighted. Heavy, relaxed. Heavy, relaxed. Sleep," he snapped. Instantly all six heads dropped including Crinasia's. The small crowd went stupid.

He went down the line feeding lies and fake lives. "You're in the middle of an orgasm that won't stop. Sleep... The man beside you is cheating on you with a woman in the crowd. Sleep... You forgot your name and why you're here. Sleep... You're childhood dog just died and you're depressed. Sleep..." When he reached Odell and Crinasia, "You're dating your best girl friend here. Sleep... You think I'm the best hypnotist ever. Sleep..." He winked to the crowd. "When I say wake my words will become you're reality. Wake," he snapped creating CHAOS.

"HUhn~.. hUhn~" The first girl almost moaned holding onto her pussy like it was finna run from her body. She had no fuckin shame hunchin over and cummin on herself over and over, nothin telling her to be embarrassed.

"You fuckin cheatin on me? You cheatin?!" The second girl pushed the nigga beside her, on the ground where she started to stomp his ass out with her boot until the hypnotist whispered in her ear to sleep. Whole time that nigga was looking scared and confused as fuckkk. He stayed his ass down.

The next guy in line was sniffing and wiping his eyes on his shirt like someone really died, his face screwed up with real tears.

Then there was Odell. He looked at Crinasia and smiled holding her face in his hand to kiss her, looking confused when she pulled back with her lip curled in disgust. "Fuck is yo problem?" He tried again. "Crinasia..Stop playin wit me."

"Uh uh!" She pushed him back a third time. "What the fuck?! What the hell you do to him?"

The hypnotist shrugged with a grin.

"Change him back, you got my bestie fucked up!"

"Baby, you so angry that shit turn me onnn," he growled in her ear, the sound deep like a wolf as he grabbed her hips. His voice was not that deep. She ain't like the places it was touchin. "Let go somewhere," he hinted giving her fuck me eyes. She mushed his face and the crowd continued to laugh at her and everyone else.

"Uh uh! OK, you win. You got it, you real. Now put him back!"

"Sleep."

Crinasia and the other four's heads all dropped again. "When I give the word you'll be back to normal. Back as you were, no trauma, no embarrassment, and feeling better than ever. You'll all think I am the best hypnotist ever. Wake."

The crowd cheered and Crinasia was a believer ready to go before somethin else popped off.

"Girl! That hoe was like.. Hnn~, Hoh yes deddyy," Crinasia copied bending over 'bout to throw it back.

"Ok but can we talk about ol'girl who almost stomped a nigga? I Stan, bitch."

"Can we talk about wtf happened to you?" Crinasia cackled as his eyes got wide.

"Bitch, I'm scaredt. Who tf was that?"

"Babyy, it was giving straight!" She laughed more. "The way I need the video LINK. It was lowkey sexy.. lowkey 👌🏾."

"Girl don't- I don't even knoow."

She got that link a few days later. They checked YouTube and the whole lil vid was there. She replayed the hip grab over and over and Odell was ret'ta go gay for his damn self watching.

Of course shit don't always go so smooth, there's always hiccups when dealing with the mind, it will take a new idea and run for the border. Unbeknownst to Crinasia, Odell's brain was skatin.

Fast forward through normalcy, what Crinasia ain't know was that Odell was still battling the outta pocket thoughts that had been implanted and accumulating in his mind. They both thought he snapped out of it. Only he knew the thoughts and feelings that remained toward his best friend.

So when they went to a party together, he was still for the niggas. That didn't change. He felt the same, he liked getting slutted out by a tall trade hood niggas and wasn't nothing on a woman that he wanted. Maybe titties. He looked down at Crinasia's in her push up bra, almost half out her halter. He'd seen her titties many times and she had some pretty ones. Lately he'd been paying more attention. He liked to grab and play with them, watching as she changed. That wasn't weird to him, in his mind all men liked titties gay or straight, just like all men liked ass. Crinasia had a fat ass. He told her many times, slapping it, she knew. In the party especially, her ass looked good in that jumpsuit. He had to grab it. He had to!

He danced and found a sexy ass nigga from the football team who he suspected was on the DL 'cuz he kept lookin. He was determined to pull him, talking football to draw him into taking his number. Maybe he'd call him to "hang out" and they could pretend he ain't know he was really coming over to get his dick slurped on so he could still feel straight.

The nigga poured Odell liquor that the wrong thoughts and feelings. The more he drank, the better he felt but he also had a hard dick and a desire to fuck this nigga.. not only this nigga, but Crinasia. He gasped and set his cup down walking away to clear his mind. He never thought like that before being hypnotized. He'd already messaged the hypnotist days ago for help to fix him and make him fully gay again, but the bitch ain't answer yet. It was left to him to manage his erections and thoughts himself.

The best course of action was to just go ahead and tell Crinasia, plus he was loose and feeling sexy with a hard ass dick.

"Fuck it," he approached his bestie snatching her up and pulling her to the side. She was still dancing with her red cup in hand until he kissed her on the lips, she stopped stunned. "Best friend I'm drunk and feeling sexy. I'm tryna experiment. What you think?"

"Boy bye, I thought you were gay."

"So did I. I think I still am I just wanna sample the pussy."

"You sure," she asked just as tipsy. "You gone lose yo stars."

"Girl," he sighed, "Honestly I don't know, but I wanna see what it's hitting on I never had the meow."

"Shit, I have, ah," her tongue stuck out. They found a lil closet to dip into with Odell giving Crinasia lil cat licks like he was scared until she grabbed him by the head. Usually he'd have some bleached curls but he'd recently gotten a haircut.. after the hypnotizing. Slowly Odell started to get into it, working up to using his whole tongue and Crinasia only had to walk him through it a little. "Put yo tongue under it and suck it. Just like that," she rubbed his head with her thigh on his shoulder. He basically knew what to do from all the hoe stories she'd shared. "Don't be scared put ya finger in there, you feel that spongy part? That's the g-spot.

"Oh I can fuck up a g-spot," he bragged doing his best work there. He wasn't bad at all. It wasn't great, but it was his first time with a girl.

To her surprise the aggression returned when he turned her to face the wall, kicked her legs apart, and bended her over like she was another nigga. His dick slapped across her asscheeks, spanking em. She had never seen his dick, but now she was feeling the weight and the length as he spread her ass and spit between, letting drool slide down to her pussy and sliding his shaft up and down between her cheeks.

"Play with your pussy," he said sliding his tip over her asshole briefly and sinking it into her kitty. Feeling warm wetness, he closed his eyes and didn't see man or woman, he felt ushy gooshy tight hole and instinctively thrust his hips rolling them against that ass to get deep and feel the soft walls massaging and squeezing like a satisfying hug. The suction as he slid out pulled him back in, he just had to let his dick get sucked back. He'd pull it back out and push it back in deep making sure his whole dick felt pressure. He slapped that ass hard with a loud noise and grabbed it going faster and creating friction against her walls the way he knew he liked to feel. He pressed on the back below him and nearly climbed it getting deep strokes. He moved the way he liked niggas to move when fucking him.

The moans reminded him that he wasn't just fuckin, he was fuckin his bestie. He opened his eyes. Maybe he shouldn't go so hard. Her hand was clamped over her own mouth. He was fuckin her up. Okay, maybe a lil more, he thought pulling her neck in his hand as he clapped her cheeks. Her wig was too laid and it would've been a crime to pull it though it was glued. Her hand dropped to hold the wall again and she was moaning openly like that girl who was hypnotized. Odell's nut was on its way up. He'd forgotten a condom so he held it back.

"Crinasia," he moaned and she instantly nutted nearly falling over but he had a grip on her. He pulled out and almost jumped back when she spun to take his leaking nut in her mouth, sucking the head of his penis.

After that party she couldn't tell him he wasn't a bi king although he still never had a sexual attraction for any other girls and wouldn't entertain being with one romantically. He was turned off by it. Anytime she'd say something smart as was her loving way of talking sense into him, his response was along the lines of "But I fucked you tho, so.. ah. We love a bi king."

"Once don't count, that's an experiment boo. You don't like pussy, you like ME because you like yourself and we one," Crinasia gestured. "You gay bitch."

He had told everyone including all of TikTok that he'd dipped his finger in a lil kitty cat meow meow and aside from never wanting to do it again, it was good especially due to the girl. She was dope.

Everyone knew it was Crinasia because she told them. "Ya girl fell in love with the D," she joked. "You'd have thought he was straight. Ooh girl he got bomb dick." Had the girls and the girls wanting to try it.

Unfortunately Crinasia wasn't totally joking, she really wanted that dick again. He didn't just fuck, he fawked. Who'd have thought. She always saw him as a bottom. She joked about them Netflix n Chillin while they binged The Order and felt him look at her a lil sideways when she put her hand on his thigh. Still, they ended up fuckin again with her head and shoulders on the floor, back propped against the sofa, ass in the air. His leg was on the sofa and he was squatting dick into her because they were freaks and wanted to do it. He'd said that's how his football nigga had him the previous night and she'd wanted a visual demonstration so he gave her the 4D experience. They moved to the floor where she got on all fours and threw it back taking control and fucking him. All platonic.. They became sex buddies, fuckin when they were horny or just bored.

Crinasia was hooked, but not just because of the sex. At least she didn't think so, maybe it was. But she wanted Odell. Suddenly she was having dreams about him and blushing when he'd touch her. She had to stop herself, the shit was sick. He'd kissed a girl and liked it, but he was still gay. Straight as a car doin donuts.

"Dell, this a problem for me," she admitted since they were still best friends. They were walking through campus together to meet someone important. "I think I'm starting to want you.. as more... than a friend," she stared, vulnerable. "I like being with you.. and I like being with you." She sensed he already knew, but what would he say? She was nervous with a smile like she could hide it. She had a nervous laugh anyway.

"Babe," he stopped walking and held her hands. She had butterflies but didn't get her hopes up. "I'm attached to you too. Aww!"

She smiled feeling the but as he hugged her.

"Hey you know I love you but not like that."

"I know," she admitted. "You're not bi because it's just me and not all women. You still hypnotized."

"Speak of the devil," he guided her to the hypnotist who finally showed up after getting their messages. "I'm a beat yo ass," Odell told him making him laugh. "It better work this time I ain't got room to be losing friends."

"I got ya buddy, look just past me and focus on the top of that high tree in the distance. Relax, relax your shoulders, your arms? Your hands, your legs, your back. Allow yourself to dissociate and SLEEP." He yanked him putting a hand on his back. "Breathe in and out deeper. Sleep. In a deep sleep. Deeper sleep. Your not mad at me.. You're a hot and sexy college boy with better things to do than beat my ass and you're definitely not sexually attracted to your best friend, pfft, what was that? When I say the word my words will become your reality and you'll feel refreshed, better than ever. Wake. HEY BUDDY! How ya feel?

"I feel good," Odell stretched feeling at ease. "Thanks man." He looked at Crinasia for the true test, squinting his eyes. "Babe. Shake ya ass right quick?" His finger twirled.

She twerked on request and he screamed tackling her. "AHH! BITCH I'M BACK," he half twerked standing while she was on the grass fussin.. "Sorry," he whispered helping her up. He was happily back to being pussy repulsed and craving dick more than ever. He had an appointment to makkke. "Bestie I love you ❤️," he hugged her feeling nothing funny inside other than love. She couldn't be mad at that.

"Hypnotize me too," she said for good measure to forget her feelings. She woke happier.

Overall a good experience but neither Crinasia nor Odell would fuck with hypnotists or nagicians again after that.

The End.

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🎭The Truth Untold🎭

Part 11

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SYNOPSIS

Your life was perfect.. or so it seemed. Then why did you want to go back the arms of your captor. Was it love or something else?

GENRE

Mafia AU, Spy AU, future Soft Yandere, Angst, Drama, Romance, Slow burn, Dark romance

PAIRING

Namjoon x Reader(main)

Taehyung x reader.

When Kim Namjoon was five years old he was the subject of a murder attempt.

He remembered the incident vividly.

His mother hung oil lamps like the ones used in villages where electricity was still unreliable. They shone on the staircase of the house. His mother personally filled them with oil.

One particular evening he rushed through the stairs to show his mother the beetle he had caught during the planting day activity they had at preschool that day.

He slipped on the stairs from the oil that was spilled. He had a concussion. He woke up to his mother whose face though drenched with tears was actualuly laughing terribly.

'Why don't you die?'

The words would echo in his brain for a long time.

He had thought he had misheard her or that it was a bad dream then. His naivety begging him to believe that he could trust his mother because, well, she was a mother, his mother.

And just like that something inside him broke.

------past------

Following that incident his father had appointed a permanent maid in the house.

His mother had sat in her favourite seat, nursing her favourite bottle.

"Are you going to spy on me because your bastard had an accident." She asked.

"That's not it. The maid is just to assist you."

"So I can fire her if I want to" she challenged.

"No" He replied sternly.

She scoffed and guzzled the liquid.

Namjoon had woken up to hear voices in the living room which usually meant his father had arrived. He had rushed to meet his father but he was scared his mother would get angry if he interrupted their conversation.

His father's phone rang.

"I have to leave." His father informed

His mother didn't respond, nor did she look at her father.

"Not even enough time to spare for your precious heir. What a pity. " She commented taking a swig of a freshly opened wine bottle.

"Haven't I told you to stop drinking." His father said, a frown decorating his face.

"Yes yes but let's be real darling if you really want me to stop you would have to do it yourself."

"I could cut of your budget." He threatened.

"That's a wonderful threat if you want me to find myself a better man just say so. I'm still young afterall."

Before he could hear the conversation further. The new maid had spotted him and ushered him to his bedroom.

The next time he saw his mother she had bruises on her neck.

Meeting you had been perhaps the best memory of his childhood.

He had been dropped at school by the driver. He walked by himself at lunch too shy to interact, when he crashed against you. He fell and hurt his elbow and started crying.

A pudgy sorry kid.

"Don't worry..see you killed the ants!" You said. He stopped crying to see the ants.

"B-but th-there a-are no-no ants?!" He says between crying.

You hold out your hand. He stands up with your help.

"You have a booboo. When my little sister gets hurt I kiss it better do you want me to kiss it better?"

Namjoon nods. Rubbing his eyes to wipe his tears.

You take his elbow and kiss above where he is hurt.

"See !! your tears aren't coming anymore. Let's show it to teacher so she fixes it." You say and take his hand and drag him to the teacher.

The teacher pats your head telling you did a good job by helping Namjoon and then cleans and puts band-aid on his injury.

Namjoon notices that your seat is behind his. He feels better knowing that. When he looks back at you a little shy and a bit awkward. You smile at him. He turns back flustered to be caught but a full dimpled smile takes over his face.

Namjoon feels nice to have made a friend. After this you and Namjoon are inseparable. Your teacher even makes you sit together so ad to get Namjoon to speak more.

When your mom comes to pick you up in the afternoon with Lisa in tow. You introduce Namjoon to your family.

Namjoon is painfully shy but very polite.

Soon your friendship grows, your mom talks to his mom so that you can hang out afterschool. You become almost inseparable.

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"Unni, Namjoon Oppa is a boy and your friend. Does that make him your boyfriend." Your sister questions one evening.

You think about it for a while. Then nod your head more interested in the animation movie your mom has put for you.

"Unni has a boyfriend. I want a boyfriend too." Lisa complains as you and her are eating the baby carrots for snacks.

"Then you can have one when you go to school next year."

"No I want Namjoon oppa to be my boyfriend."

"He's my boyfriend you can't have him Lisa!!"

"But unni, umma says sisters share everything." Lisa explains.

"Namjoon's not a thing and anyway you didn't let me wear you hairband yesterday I'm not giving you my boyfriend."

Soon you're caught in a catfight with your sister. Both ending up with scratches and scolding.

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The next day when Namjoon sees you he is concerned.

"Dont worry Namjoonie I was defending you. My sister wanted you to be her boyfriend and I told her you're my boyfriend." You tell him. "promise you're only going to be my boyfriend." And you pinky swear it not knowing what those words entail.

Like true friends you share everything. Lunches, pencils and sometimes even put your homework in each others bag so you don't have to do it. Though your mom makes you do it anyway.

One day you bring colorful erasers (see pic) and because he likes blue, you give it to him. Later your mom scolds you for it.

But at age 9 it's Namjoon's most precious treasure.

The second time Namjoon almost dies is five years after the first time. He is ten and used to the ups -you- and downs -his mother- of life.

He is sick but still goes to school not ready to miss a single opportunity in which he can spend time with you. Even though you are absent that day for some reason.

He feels sleepy.

So after the break he sleeps on the benches. School gets over. No body notices him.

Hours later he wakes up in a hospital. There are needles in his hand and panic in his head. He calls out for his mother but is doused with sedatives.

When he comes back home, his mother is still drinking and that day he swears, he'd never be like her.

When he comes to school later you give him a 'get well soon' card and for the first time that week he smiles. You return his dimpled smile with an equally excellent one.

And so life passes him by.

His father praises him for getting good marks and asks what he wants. He asks for money figuring the string that keeps his parents tied, so that you both can eat as much of ice cream as you want; because under the summer sun there is nothing more wonderful than your company and a vanilla soft serve.

School is his escape. So Namjoon tries to stay at school as much as he can participating in any and every extracurricular activity.

Not only does he participate in everything, he does quite well making him a constant subject of envy for everyone except you.

When Namjoon is busy practicing, you make sure his notes are complete. You help him cross check if he did all of his assignments. You let him copy your homework when needed or submit his work to the teachers.

In return you had his complete attention and affection.

Till he was 15 this golden period of his life continued. You even became his girlfriend ( for real this time ) and he couldn't have been happier.

Except the fact he learned his dad was a business genius who helped cover the family mafia his brother ran.

Since his uncle had no heir both the business and the mafia were to be handled by Namjoon.

Then started his life away from you.

He was trained in self defence only for a few months when he was thrown into business both over and underground.

As a result his relationship with you suffered.

You too had started keeping your secrets.

That was the time you leaned of Yoongi's existence.

The two of you began to cling to each other more than before and things might have continued in that fashion if not for that one incident.

As usual after fighting another rising gang which his uncle thought was a good idea to train him; Namjoon was coming to visit you, he didn't think he could sleep in peace if he didn't see your face. His body was tired the physical and mental exhaustion making even breathing laborious. He felt a shadow trail him. When he turned he saw no one. Considering it a illusion of his tired mind Namjoon dismissed it. He climbed to your window and got in.

"Joon, is that you?"

"Yes, were you asleep already?"

"Ah.." You suppressed a yawn." Is fine is fine." You say and scoot over to make space for him.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you."

"It's ok you can makeup for it by paying in 3 forehead kisses and cuddles." You say.

He smiles and softly kisses your forehead and then your cheeks and holds you close. You snuggle into him and press into a bruise.

Namjoon releases a soft whimper. You raise your head alert.

"What .. are you OK?"

"Just hit myself slipped in the bathroom and fell."

"Joonie you should be careful... wait let me get an ointment."

You move away to leave. He catches your wrist.

"It's fine. Baby really. I promise I already put ointment." In reality he just couldn't let you see the bruises and scars. He didn't want the shadow of his hidden life to taint yours.

You are concerned but you listen to him.

You spend the time whispering things to each other.

After a while he has to leave but he decides to pick you up in the morning.

He wakes up early despite the protest of his body. Even dressing up nicely. Wearing the necklace you'd gifted him. He goes to get you special breakfast or lunch depending on if you'd have breakfast or not.

The morning was wonderful. The birds chirping. The sun shining despite the rainy season.

Soon he spots you and his heart warms at the sight of you. Except soon he spots something or rather someone else, a bug tailing you. A bug from one of the gangs he was dealing with. He puts the breakfast aside and follows the man.

Before he knows it he's cornered into an alley. The boys pounce onto him and hold him together. Namjoon doesn't use all of his strength just yet. The boys holding him are hot headed and brainless.

A guy smoking in broad daylight, with hair in desperate need of cutting presumably there leader approaches him.

He breathes out smoke on Namjoon's face.

"Who knew the boss's kid would be so easy?" He says revealing his yellowed teeth.

"What the f*** do you want?"

"This m**** , thought a b**** like ya had a more holy upbringing."

When Namjoon doesn't respond he continues.

"Here's what's gonna happen ya gonna go with us to the boss along with that side piece of yers and we gonna have a lil fun if ya get wha I mean."

That was all it took for the prey to turn into a predator.

All Namjoon saw was red.

How dare these good for nothing scum bags even think about you.

In minutes the sewers were filled with blood.

And with those bloody hands he called his uncle.

"What is it?"

"I need a clean up crew. I will send the location. Send me the forms of the school you were talking about."

"Good choice, Nephew. Sounds like you had fun. Don't worry about it. I will meet you for lunch to discuss your new school."

Stains on his clothes he walks home. A numbness setting in.

His mother spots him and laughs at his state.

He ignores her and hides in his room.

He decides to take a shower but no matter how much he rubs the stains don't seem to disappear but more than that he's angry. Angry at those monsters he killed. Angry at himself for bringing you to danger. He doesn't even want to imagine what they'd do to you. Angry at you at being his weakness.

That day sealed his fate. He could no longer be the Namjoon he had been. From now on he must adopt a new persona. A persona which could once again have what or who Namjoon just lost, you.

Because whatever happened and whoever he became you would always be a part of him.

Part 2 is here and I have a lot of things coming but I just hope you don't hate hate Namjoon.. I mean this is a yandere fic even if I just run away from gore as my beta so kindly keeps pointing out.

But the cover is nice, no? It took me a while but I'm satisfied.

Let me know what you think !!

Have a nice day.

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