#a fine solution if I’ve ever seen one
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Miscommunication (the fun kind)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Warnings: slight alcohol consumption? i think that’s all, nothing NSFW in this one
Synopsis: Your good friend Penelope sees you in a bar and begs you to sit with her and her work friends. You realise you like one. She also realises you like one. She however, thinks you like the wrong one.
The moment Penelope spotted you, she gasped. “Oh my god!” You spun round on your seat on the bar towards her running over to you in unrunnable heels, a brilliant smile gracing her face and a surprised one falling to yours as you saw each other.
“Penelope?” You hopped off your bar stool and pulled her into a hug. “It’s been too long darlin’. I feel like we haven’t seen each other in years.” You gushed, definitely over exaggerating your circumstances.
“Didn’t we go for coffee last Thursday?” She giggles, and you see the familiar glint in her eye that she only got after a couple of margaritas.
“Like I said, years!” You giggled right back, and she held your hands, leaning in towards you more.
“Who are you here with?” She questioned, looking around.
You shrugged casually, “I came with some girls from work, but they all left with guys and I decided to drink my loneliness away… Except I haven’t actually had a drink yet because I’ve been sitting here debating whether I really want to drink alone.” Your words, though holding a little weight, came out with a laugh and a self deprecating sigh.
Penelope gave you a look, and you knew she was brewing something. “What if… you come sit with us?” Before you can ask questions or protest, she continues, “You know I’ve always wanted to introduce you to the team, which is who I’m here with, and it would be good for you too ‘cus it means you can drink not on your own.” She gives you puppy dog eyes, and clasps her hands together waiting for your answer.
You relent, deciding the sooner you had an interaction with her FBI friends the sooner it was over. You had heard some things, and they seemed lovely, but they were her friends and you had the feeling you wouldn’t be very welcome with your job as a journalist. “Okay fine, but you can’t mention my job. I don’t want them to hate me on the first impression.”
“It’s okay they know, I told them ages ago about what you do. Alright you stay here, I’ll go tell them and then I can introduce you.” She was practically buzzing, so excited you could see it in the air around her. She shuffled away happily, and came back to drag you over a moment later.
As you approached the group, she introduced you in order of where they sat around the table. “That’s JJ, Derek, David, Hotch, Emily, and Spencer. Everybody, this is my friend Y/N.” She smiles all big and goofy and then scrunches up her face in disappointment. “There’s no chairs left.”
You take this as an opportunity. “Well, I suppose that means I should g-“
“Here, you can have mine. I’ll grab one from over there.” Spencer quickly finds a solution, standing to walk over to an unused table and fetch another chair. You follow him with your eyes as he lifts it over. Doctor Spencer Reid. Penelope had mentioned the man on multiple occasions. Ever the problem solver, you gathered from her ramblings on the things he would do and say.
Penelope sits in the chair between JJ and Derek, and the latter lets his arm rest on Penelope’s shoulders. As you sit down in Spencer’s sacrificed chair, he pulls another one in between you and JJ, and you both awkwardly smile at each other before you look down to your hands in your lap. “Thank you.” You whisper to him.
“What for?” He whispers back.
“The chair.” You mumble, and he nods.
“It’s no problem.”
“Okay, I say we get some drinks. How bout it, pretty girl?” Derek's words snap you from your awkwardness, and you smile, realising he’s given you a nickname already.
“I am in dire need of a beer.” You reply, and Emily looks at you from your right.
“Beer, huh? I woulda coined you for a vodka redbull kinda girl. All for the thrills.” She looks at you with a smirk and you shake your head with a giggle.
“I’m normally a whiskey kinda girl actually, I get that from my parents. I only very rarely drink vodka, it just makes me want to make out with people.” The embarrassment soaks in the moment the words come out of your mouth and you realise you’ve just told a group of behavioural analysts that vodka makes you horny.
“Alcohol oftentimes does have the effect of making you sexually confident and can heighten feelings of affection and make you more open to try things sexually. One could assume that your specific set of hormones are just more affected by the chemicals in vodka in comparison to other alcohols.” Spencer pulls his lips into a straight line, and you giggle at his readily available information. Penelope wasn’t joking.
“Thanks, Doc.” You bump his shoulder, and he looks a little confused but mumbles a “No problem” anyway. As he looks away towards Derek and Penelope, you take the chance to study his features discreetly. The angle of his jaw perfectly contrasts the softness of his eyes, the honey brown colour almost sparkling within the dim lighting of the bar. His cheeks are tinged pink from the currently inaudible teasing from Derek, and there’s a little smile on his lips that you could almost envision yourself kissing.
Derek breaks you out of your head a second time. “Hey pretty girl, you wanna go get those drinks now?” He flashes you a grin and you smile, nodding.
“Yea let’s do it. Does everyone know what they want?” As you’re trying to split everyone’s orders between you and Derek, Penelope gives you a look that says “do you have the hots for my friend?” and you give her a look back that says “maybe..” she gasps and the whole table turns to look at her, making her realise that she’d turned the conversation into an out loud one now.
“You know what? Us girls can handle those drinks, Derek. Why don’t you have a seat.” She drags you up to the bar and orders quickly before she forgets, and then whips round to face you.
“You like him. I saw it on your face. You like him!!” She whisper shouts and you glance back to Derek and Spencer hunched over the table chatting. You smile.
“Look at him! Of course I like him, who wouldn’t like him? He’s simultaneously cute and hot and I swear men aren’t supposed to work like that.” You whisper shout back at her, and her smiles sadly.
“I wish I could set you up, but he’s taken. And his girlfriend is amazing so I can’t even be mad about it.” She sighs, and you slightly deflate.
“Oh man, I can’t believe the first time in years that I actually want a guy he’s taken. Just my luck, I suppose.” You laugh, and grab the drinks that have been sat on the bar. “Well, it was nice while it lasted.” You shrug your shoulders and head back over to the table with her, handing everyone their drinks and sitting back next to Spencer to sip your own.
After an hour or so, conversation was going a tad dry, and you decided to use an old icebreaker your college roommate had taught you to get things flowing again. “Okay, one after the other I want everyone to tell the group something embarrassing. It can be anything, as long as it’s about you.” Everyone nods in agreement, and Derek starts.
“There was this one time I was flirting with a girl while I was out with my mom. Now that was my first mistake, my mom comes over and starts talkin to this girl askin if she’s my girlfriend. I said momma I’ve only just met her, and she said ‘well then you better hurry up, this girl is far too beautiful for you to pass up’. Before I could even speak, the girl says ‘I think you’re too beautiful to pass up’. She was talkin to my mom! And I just thought hey maybe she’s just tryna get on moms good side, you know? You win over mom, you win over me. But then she spent 10 minutes flirting with my mother until I had to drag her away. My mom will not stop bringing it up just to mock me.”
Spencer cracked up beside you at the story, and you couldn't help laughing a little with him.
Penelope pipes in, “Tell them when this happened.” He grimaces.
“Last year.” He barely says it loud enough to hear, but you all catch it and it sends you all into a fit of laughter.
Rossi reminisces about the time he proposed to one of his ex wives, and she said no. In public. Then later in the day said yes, telling him she just wanted to embarrass him the way his public proposal had embarrassed her.
Hotch talks of the time he finished work early and decided to pick up Jack from school. The teacher had asked him if he was Jack’s grandfather, and he had to explain that he most definitely was not.
“I once hugged my friend from behind to tell her goodbye at a party. It wasn’t my friend.” Is all Emily gives for details. She grimaces at the sheer memory of it, and you can’t help the little smile that graces your lips.
“My turn then?” You question the group, and they nod. “I probably should’ve used this time to think of what I was gonna say. Well I suppose I’ll use the only one that’s currently present in my mind,” You turn to face Spencer, “I was gonna ask you out before Penelope had to drag me away and tell me you were taken. Which was slightly embarrassing for me in the moment, but as I’m saying this I realise I’ve just embarrassed myself even more.” You nod through your internal pain at how stupid you felt, and took a deep breath before trying to move on. Spencer looked too taken aback to let that happen.
“You were gonna ask me out? And Penelope told you I was in a relationship? Why would she do that?” He looks plain confused now, and you mirror his expression.
“I never told you Spencer was in a relationship. I told you Derek was in a relationship, because I thought he was the friend you said you liked! Wait. So when you said he was hot you meant Spencer?” Now even Penelope looked confused, although not exactly for the same reason you were.
“Yes! Of course I meant Spencer! No offence Derek, you’re lovely but you’re not my type.” You rushed, giving him a sheepish smile.
“And I am?” Spencer speaks again.
“Pretty much yea.” The smile he gives you at your words makes you look away nervously.
“So what you mean is that if you hadn’t been told I was taken I could have went on a date with you?” He’s looking inquisitively at your face now, tracing for signs of a lie as he waits for you to respond.
“You still could go on a date with me.” You suggest, with a little shrug and a smile that reaches your eyes.
“I’d like that.” He nods, slightly enthusiastic but trying to play it cool.
“Me too.” You nod with him. “I should probably be heading home, I have work I still need to catch up on. But I could give you my number and you could take me to your favourite place or something. Somewhere I can get to know you just from looking around.” You suggest, gathering your things and scribbling your number down on a spare napkin.
“That sounds good- great. That sounds great.” His eyes are filled with a mixture of excitement and something else you’re not sure about, but the look on his face makes you smile.
“Call me then.” You nod finally, getting up to leave. You give everyone their goodbyes, hugging them all lightly and giving Spencer a little wave.
Over the next few days the anticipation of his call is almost overwhelming. And when your phone begins to ring, an unfamiliar number popping up on the screen, you bite your nail before clicking the answer button. “Hello?”
“Hi.”
A/N: I don’t actually really like this, but it’s fine. I wanna do a part two, someone tell me to do a part two plsplsplspls. (May rewrite this once i’m not jet lagged and cramming it between studying but idk)
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The Feral One • Ch 25
Finnick x Y/N
Series Masterlist Link
The angst is real lol
Content Warnings - blood/injury
Finnick watches as your bloodied body collapses into a heap at the base of the ladder. Maybe if he tells himself it’s just the sedative doing it’s job then you’ll be fine. Maybe you’ll be ok.
Gale hops back down to help Finnick pull you up to the rest of the squad. Everyone who made it up the ladder seems relatively fine, minus some fresh trauma and minor flesh wounds. You, however, looked more dead than alive.
Finnick’s fingers brush your neck as he feels for a pulse.
“It’s faint but it’s there,” he tells the group, trying to keep himself together. “I’ll carry her.”
Squad 451 exits the sewers, following Cressida to the shop of a woman named Tigris. She leads them to the basement where they can hide out for awhile.
“Have you ever seen this before?” Finnick asks the cat-like woman, referring to the inky nature of your body.
“Hmmm,” the feline purrs. “It looks familiar but I can’t quite put my paw on it. It reminds me of an experiment one of the former game makers used to do on animals but I’ve never seen it in a human before.”
“Do you know what the experiment was?” Finnick asks.
“No,” she hisses. “I only saw the creatures once. My cousin worked with that game maker but he wouldn’t willingly divulge that information to anyone, and certainly not to you.”
“How do we help her?” Katniss asks, looking at your limp form.
“You win this war,” she tells the two victors, slinking her way back upstairs.
Finnick doesn’t sleep a wink, constantly checking your pulse to make sure you are still with him. Katniss used what limited supplies the group had to clean, stitch, and bandage your wounds but she couldn’t do anything about the internal damage using the resources available.
Your fever was gone, signaling to Katniss that the substance had stopped its spread for now. Maybe you bled enough of it out. She could tell, however, that your sleep was not a result of her arrow, but of wounds she couldn’t see.
“Get some rest,” she instructs Finnick. “I’ll watch her.”
The look he gives tells her exactly what his fear is. He can’t lose you.
“If anything happens I’ll wake you,” she assures him.
By morning, nothing had changed. You hadn’t gotten better but you also hadn’t gotten worse.
Snow made an announcement that refugees were being welcomed at the mansion and Katniss made her decision, she had to end this.
The group decided that Katniss and Gale would head out first, followed by the able bodied members of the squad. Peeta and Finnick stayed back with you, unable to stomach the idea of more bloodshed.
After they were dressed in capital disguises, the group began trickling out to join the masses making their way to promised safety.
Katniss had left Finnick the holo in case he needed to be out on the streets. He wanted to carry you to the nearest medical camp but Katniss said you needed to stay put due to all your stitches. She promised to send medics when she could but Finnick was growing impatient.
It was too risky to try and radio for help. If the signal was tracked to your location then you would be swarmed instantly. Finnick had to think of another solution.
“I’ll go find help,” Peeta states.
“No it’s too dangerous,” Finnick shakes his head.
They younger victor doesn’t have time to debate as the building is shook by a nearby explosion. Screams could be heard from the street above and a few bits of plaster fall from the basement ceiling.
“We need to move her,” Finnick states. “Grab a blanket!”
The men wrap your body up in a blanket, hoping it would cushion your stitches enough to move you. They then quickly pull on some capital clothes and venture out onto the street.
People are laying dead everywhere as smoke fills the air. Parents are screaming for their children as they search the rubble and debris.
“I think we should go that way,” Peeta states, pointing away from the chaos. He grips the holo tightly and leads Finnick through a series of alleyways.
Finnick hears a pained moan as you stir in his arms.
“Shhh stay still,” he tells you. “I’m bringing you to medical.”
Your restless bouts continue as the duo of victors makes their way towards the closest known medical station. They make it about halfway when Finnick feels his hand getting wet.
“The stitches,” he mutters as he looks at the blood coating his hand.
“Peeta!” he calls, no longer worried about being recognized. Peeta turns to see the blood seeping through the blanket and makes his decision.
“Stay here with her,” he states. “I’ll go get help.”
Finnick gives the boy a nod before he runs off to find help. He sets you down on the pavement and slowly unwraps the blanket.
One of the gashes in your side had reopened, gushing blood at an alarming rate. Finnick rips a piece of the blanket off to put over the wound, hoping to slow the bleeding.
“Hey,” he says as he notices your eyes opening. “Don’t move.”
“It hurts,” you groan.
“I know love,” Finnick sighs. “Stay with me, ok. Help will be here soon.”
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Okay, so this request got inspired by your post of how the Mercs react to Y/N telling them they have PTSD. Not sure how the situations go but what about a hurt/comfort Mercs x Y/N when they unknowingly, or somehow, triggered Y/N’s trauma?
Y/N knows they didn’t mean it but it’s scares them because Y/N doesn’t breakdown like THAT. Y/N tells them it’s okay, although they are triggered they find comfort with the Mercs because they make them feel safe. Mercs just being there for them, listening, and like asks Y/N to let them know if they need anything.
(It’s not often I see these kinds of requests with x reader/y/n stuff, but your post did make me smile a bit as someone with PTSD)
I understand your point of view. Thank you, by the way. I feel very alone in my struggles and it’s nice to hear i’m not.
TF2 Mercs Scare Y/N With PTSD On Accident
Scout:
- Oh.. Fuck. Immediately goes into panic mode because he’s a very empathetic person. You can see it on his face as he struggles to hold it together. He knows freaking out will only make this worse. (He’s less stupid than you think.) Watching you cower and breathe heavily is breaking his heart. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned that name.
- “Hey, whoa whoa, whoa, hey hey, relax. It— It was a different person! I was talking about someone different!” He pauses, trying to deduct a possible solution. The fact you’re telling him it’s fine is making him angry at himself. Why would he recklessly slip up like that in front of somebody so important?! He wants you to beat him up. “No, No. You need to like — beat the shit out of me for that. Don’t ever settle for less in a person. Like, actually, beat the shit out of me.”
- This is definitely causing some stares. Scout rarely at all takes accountability for his actions because of how on the defense he is. Seeing this side of him is uncanny. Scout takes you by the shoulders and pulls you into a big hug. Your face immediately meeting his chest. When he was a child, his mother would give him physical affection to subdue his panic attacks. This is the first thing that came to mind.
- “Easy, easy. Alright? That stupid shit won’t ever happen to you again. Not while I’m here.” He whispers in your ear. Running his fingers through your hair. Somehow, he comes rightly by his mother. He even forces himself to steady his breathing on behalf of you. He knows you’ll calm down eventually.
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Soldier:
- All it took was one disagreement. One. Single. Sideye from Soldier and you suddenly got transported into the past unwarranted. Your breathing became shallow and you felt like passing out. The impending doom was indescribable. At first you wanted to lash out and attack him for this. But Soldier quickly tilted his helmet up in alarm upon seeing your unexpected reaction. You had to kneel down.
- “Private?” He asked. His voice was more higher pitched than usual. The sight of somebody he loved breaking into pieces like janga blocks all so suddenly was shocking. He was briefly scolded and slapped to death by Medic for triggering your PTSD before, and you didn’t want that for him again. “It’s fine— I’ts fine—“ You said. “No, it fucking isn’t.” He answers.
- “It isn’t fine that you’re feeling this way. I’m going to go into your ear and fix that damn hippo campus or whatever, so help me god.” He said, his eyes full of despair as he knelt down beside you to hesitantly place a hand on your back and rub you. His answer was so unbelievably stupid you almost snapped out of it.
- “I’m sorry for glaring.” He said, sort of laughing at his own pettiness and shaking his head. He truly felt like gutting himself. As i’ve mentioned, Soldier knows full well what PTSD is. The world war did numbers on his comrades’ mental health. He’s seen people completely crumble under the weight of tragedy. “Sometimes it’s just the little things, isn’t it? One moment you’re in the present, and the next moment you stand on the hills of the battlefield overlooking the bloodshed, and you wonder: where the hell did we go wrong?”
- You sort of calm down at his attempt to soothe you. Crawling onto his lap and shoving your face into his uniform. Soldier allowed you to do this. A distant and exhausted look in his eye as he defeatedly fell back against the wall. “Did you feel that way in the war?” You mutter to him. Wondering where his knowledge came from.
- Soldier was still holding his rocket launcher in the other hand. He turned it to the side to examine it for a second. “Eh…” He muttered back. Noting the blood on the handle that was spilt earlier on the frontlines. “I’m just one of those war dogs whose mental strength rivals Zeno of citium himself, I guess.” He said sarcastically.
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Demoman:
- Immediately tries to distract you from the horrible things you begin to relive. Shoves you into your quarters and locks the door. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have liked this, but he’s made it clear to give you your space. You sit on the edge of your bed, unsettled, whilst he peaks out the blinds of your window.
- “Datse’ sum wee ass birds sittin ow on the tree out there. Look at em, bloody fat roosters dey are.” He says, as you look away at the ground. He notices your lack of attention and sighs. Taking an abundance of alcohol into his mouth. “Hey look, ye wanna know sumthin?” He points his flask at you. “Lemme tell you sumthin about explosives.”
- “Once a landmine explodes, kablooey. Thatse it. No goin’ back. But yer brain ain’t like that.” He tells you, pointing at your head. Frustratingly, you roll your eyes “Why’d you bring me in here, Demoman? And — thanks but my fucking wounds are unfixable.” Your tone sounds more annoyed than you’d like it to be. But you couldn’t help it right now, you felt like your body was attacking itself.
- “NAH. You ain’t. y’know why?” He knocked on his own head with his flask. “See this thing er’? this thing can mend itself. Unlike an arm or leg. OR AN EYE.” He made sure to put emphasis on that last part for some reason as he spoke it to the ceiling. Tavish still kept his respectful distance as he paced around the room. “Isn’t that just my luck? Enough about dat, tho. Look at ye! Just look at ye! You’re here. Despite those aforementioned metaphorical landmines goin off! Isn’t that crazy? There’s so much space in between what happened and whatse to come. Dont be impatient with yerself. I’ll follow you through this dense forest. Okay? You go there and then you’re there, and once you’re there, you’re there and then you’re there. Y’know? I’ll get you there.” He’s clearly drunk but this somehow helped. You watch him clear his throat and unsteadily sit down in a chair. Sitting in silence with you.
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Engineer:
- Engineer is an adult. He has (mostly) mastered the art of keeping calm on behalf of a panicking person’s sake. “Hey now…” You hear that thick, creamy drawl behind you. What had triggered you was a loud noise in the server room followed by the crashing of metal echoing off the walls. Engineer happened to be nearby. “That was all me, sorry for the scare pardner.” He tilts his hard hat in respect. He must’ve heard your yelp.
- As you sat cowering against those old computers, tears flooding down your cheeks, Engineer approached you like he would an injured stray kitten. Slowly kneeling down, a refusal to make any sudden movements. His wrench in the other hand had a dent in the adjustable jaw. “Was tryin’ to tinker with somethin’ and some shit fell onto the grating. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.” He said. Tilting your chin up to admire your face. Even as you were caked in tears and sweat, he still found profound beauty in this.
- He was making an effort to lie. The wrench had traces of dark red blood on it. Your eyes peaked over his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of an enemy spy’s shoes just behind the mess of computers. Engineer was a good liar. If it weren’t for the dead spy beyond him then you would’ve believed his comforting lie. It wasn’t the spy you were scared of though.. The noise did it all. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.” He whispered again. “It’s alllllll in the past.”
- voooooOoshh. Yeah, figures :/
- “Would you excuse me for a sec, darlin?” He planted a kiss on your forehead, whipping around as he stood up and bitch slapped that same enemy spy with his wrench. Watching him slam against the machinery and lie bleeding on the ground. “Dead ringer, seriously?” He asked. “je te déteste.” (I fucking hate you.) The enemy spy choked out. You felt slightly better afterwards. Knowing Engineer would be able to protect you before anything could truly occur.
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Heavy:
- Offers to beat the shit out of anybody who triggers your ptsd. TO DEATH. He comes pretty close to doing so a bunch of times. Scout had unintentionally done this and he couldn’t walk for a week afterwards. Heavy was pretty certain he crushed some of his spine. So imagine his dismay when your vacant eyes couldn’t leave a poster on his wall. He knew that stare anywhere — in fact — he had that disconnected stare before.
- Heavy snapped you out of your momentary dissociation by ripping the poster down and crumbling it up. “Heavy did not like that book anyway…” He said, frowning as he threw it away in the trash bin next to his bed. “Come. Do not look at things that remind you. Not good for health.” He beckoned his large hand over to his bed and you laid down next to him. Instinctively cuddling into his chest to try and even out your breathing, But your agony was evident. He could feel your heart practically bursting out of your chest.
- “fetal position.” He instructed you. You did so, hugging your entire body. It was then he took you into his arms and applied light pressure. He had learnt to do this from a Russian psychology paper. Your pain was quickly dying down after this. Who knew being squished to death would help so much? The lingering feelings of dread would remove themselves from you in record time. Normally it would be hours or even days. Every time this happens, he’ll use pressure therapy to aid you.
- If you dislike that type of stuff, he’ll read you a children’s book. For some reason those always helped him. Maybe even take you into the main lobby area to sit down with the boys and listen to their conversation. The white noise of their stupid conversations is distracting, and the presence of friends is always comforting.
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Pyro:
- :((((((((((((( Looks completely fucking devastated.
- They’re quite reasonable. Immediately asks you what triggered you, and how they can keep you away from it. They’re patient and observant. Especially if you’re incapable of answering them. Their senses will eventually find the object, smell, or word, etc that had caused this in the first place. Silence to Pyro is always louder than words. They make quick work of the issue.
- They tell everybody on the team about this. (Which takes a while by the way because nobody can fucking understand them.) And go into huge detail about why they shouldn’t have/say certain things around you. Nobody’s allowed to rudely question them or else somebody’s belongings are going up in flames.
- Speaking of setting people on fire.. People aren’t allowed to call you a faker either. This happens way too often. How stupid can people truly get? Said people go missing after a week or so and the Tuefort police can never find the body. Every time this happens, you know who to blame. For some reason you also find out later down the line that several power classes were working in cooperation with Pyro’s murders. Thanks guys.
- If present in their room, they’ll bring a bunch of their plushies over to you and cover you in blankets. Watching old kid’s movies with you to make you feel better. This especially works well if you sfw age regress to cope with ptsd. Will 100% be your caregiver.
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Sniper:
- God dammit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck why didn’t he just shut his big mouth and die god dammit fuck fuck fuck he wants to die FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOO WHY DID YOU GO SILENT
- It was the way he said something that got you. It sounded too familar to you-know-whatsit. You were in his sniper nest when this happened. He took his eye from the scope to see you on the floor holding your chest and trying in vain to control the breathing issues you were encountering. “SsShit!” He hissed angrily at himself, getting up and sitting next to you on the floor. He didn’t even make a move to touch you. He knew how horrible things could feel in moments like these. It wasn’t until you returned the favor by leaning your head against him did he put his arm around you.
- “Sniper, I feel like throwing up..” You say, nausea symptoms setting in. He didn’t have any medicine with him other than painkillers, so he made room for you to lay your head on his lap. Putting his hand on your head. “Easy now. This’ll pass.” He whispered. It was moreso his crazy low voice that began calming you down. Jesus christ he was trying so hard not to blame himself right now.
- He was right though. It was important to believe him. This’ll pass too. It always does. You weren’t in that horrid space right now and the nest was dead silent minus the chirping of song birds outside. He remained on guard the entire time you rested on him. His eyes looking at the door, then the hole he peeped his gun through, then the door again.
- He said nothing the entire time. What was there to say? Your past had been eroded. He had no excuses nor complaints. Not even a single question. Sniper was purposefully making himself soundless to aid your recovery process. Every so often when you twitched, and started breathing heavier than normal, he’d rub your scalp in response. This is how he comforts you during a flashback most of the time. Allowing you the bliss of silence and touch.
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Medic:
- HUH???? Wait a second.. fast breathing, wanting to self harm, panicking like you were about to die, and other familiar symptoms? Oh. He knew right away what this was. Time to make sure.
- You were screaming in the corner of his lab, cowering and on the verge of pissing yourself. It was awful. It was god awful. Probably the worst one you’ve had this year. Heart palpitations and all. Your vision was blurry and you couldn’t focus. Medic knelt down in front of you with an incredibly serious expression across his face. Lifting his finger up and watching you — or at least you trying — to follow it. Some other mercs were nearby watching this go down in slight horror. They had no clue what you struggled with or why you were acting like this. You felt like you were surrounded by a bunch of idiots once again who were too stupid to fathom your experiences.
- “What’s wrong with Y/N, Doc?” Soldier asked. He had the faintest idea of what it was but he didn’t want to assume. “Hm.” Medic answered bluntly in response. He didn’t even look at soldier as he dismissed everybody with the aggressive shooing of his hand. Waiting until everybody left to talk to you.
- He took you gently by the shoulders. “Y/N, look at me.” He instructed. You thrashed a bit and struggled to do so. It was hard to not feel intimidated by all this. “The year is 1971. You’re you. You’re here. The stuff that happened, it happened a long time ago.” He said. When it didn’t ground you enough he made you repeat your age, and the date.
- “It’ll happen again!” You exclaim, “It’s happening again!” You scream in retaliation. Medic shook his head calmly. “No, it is not happening again. You have a brain injury mien schatz—“ He was cut off by your terrified yelling. You clung to him for dear life and desperation and he clung back just as hard. He was kind of thankful nobody was here to witness this.
- He only pulls away to take a deep breath and you instinctively mimicked him, holding it for a few seconds as he counted and then let go. You synced up your breathing with his and after what seemed like forever, the repeated breathing exercises were slightly helping. He had his latex glove on your chest the hold time to make sure you were doing it. Weakness took over you and you threw yourself into another hug. Wanting to be carried by him.
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Spy:
- Spy has flashbacks too but they’re less aggressive than yours. He had trained himself to stay composed by suppressing it, and he’d rather not make the same mistake with you. For a spilt second, one could easily mistake his stoic posture as you cried there in his chair as complete indifference. But he felt things far from that. You had dumped all this stuff onto him out of nowhere upon entering his quarters because you were sick of being quiet. It boiled over then and there like a volcano.
- “Hmph.. So it seems once again someone has been failed by a worthless system. Pour l'amour de Dieu.” (For god’s sake.) He angrily snuffed out his cigarette in his ash tray. Crushing it for good measures. His righteous anger was filling the entire room with dread. Spy wasn’t pleasant when he was mad. You made your posture smaller in an attempt to look innocent. You did not want to face his wrath.
- “What is this?” He asked you curiously. “It is not you I am angry at. It is the inept incompetence of those around you.” He sat in his chair adjacent from you. He wanted better for you. So much better. After a moment of silence and Spy rubbing his temples he finally spoke. “I have learnt.. Many languages. In none of them do I have the words for just how angry I am that you suffer this way.” He admitted. Looking at his gloved hands. It was rare he was so vulnerable like this, so it immediately peaked your interest in-between sobs.
- “Perhaps words aren’t enough to describe how even you feel. Yes?” He asked. You were trying to nod in response but you couldn’t focus hard enough to do so. The pain was too much. There was a look in Spy’s eye that suggested he knew that. “Come sit on my lap, let me lull you to sleep.” He offered, holding his arms out.
#tw ptsd#cptsd#tf2#team fortress 2#medic x reader#spy x reader#demoman x reader#heavy x reader#tf2 x reader#tf2 x you#sniper x reader#mod spy#pyro x reader
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heyy babe! just had a thought abt marc and reader being in the same friend group and they have a friends with benefits thing going and at a party some guy is flirting with her and he gets jealous and there’s an angsty confession🫣
Marc Guiu : killin’ me good
pairing: marc guiu x reader
warnings: none(?) apart from my terrible writing
❝I think of you more than I should, I die when you give me that look. You’re killin’ me, killin’ me good.❞
Recently my .. friend I guess? Well, Marc has been gaining quite a lot of attention from the media. What nobody knows though, is that me and him kind of have a thing going on. I mean we’re definitely not official, it’s more a friends with benefits kind of thing.
It started with one kiss, and then one more came and more and more and we kind of started acting like a couple when no one’s around but then again also not?? Really confusing, I know.
One big thing about being friends with benefits is obviously to not catch feelings. Failed. Can you blame me though? He’s fine, tall, sweet and I can go on for an hour. I don’t think he likes me like that though, im not really a special girl or anything to be honest.
~
GROUPCHAT: la masia 💙❤️ + y/n & liz😒
lamain hoe:
are we still all going to mateo’s party tonight ??
pau cubarsi:
depends if youre all going
liz gf mwah 💋:
im going if y/n’s going 🤷♀️
hector 👎:
same thing for marc
y/n:
im coming for liz ❤️❤️
liz gf mwah 💋:
love you bae
marc 🫶:
hi
hector next time i see you i’ll hit you and drag you to the ground
but yes im coming too
lamain hoe:
didnt need to know all that but okay! i’ll see all of you then ig ??
~
PRIVATE CHAT: liz gf mwah 💋 & y/n bae 🎀
y/n bae 🎀:
kill me 🙏🙏🙏🙏
liz gf mwah 💋:
oh
no hi
no good evening
but alright!
want me to get you a therapist?
y/n bae 🎀:
my life is too complicated for a therapist to handle
friends with benefits is the dumbest thing i’ve ever done oh my god how did i fall for him
liz gf mwah 💋:
OOOOOOOOOH
YOU LIKE MARC?!??!?,?
y/n bae 🎀
STOP.
i dont know what to do ☹️
and that party tonight ????should i talk to other guys??? or is that weird???? and would he want to talk to other girls????
i guess theres only one solution: moving to a another country 🎀💌🩷🦢
liz gf mwah 💋:
i mean if you want to talk to other guys you should do it, you could try to get over him if thats what you want
and if you move to another country pls take me with you 🙏
y/n bae 🎀:
thank you queen you’re so wise
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I’m getting ready for tonight while listening to some music. I can’t stop thinking about marc though.. but I guess that’s a problem for in an hour.
Okay i’m finally ready and hear the bell ring, I look out of my window and see Liz. I run downstairs and open the door. ‘Hi future mrs Guiu!’ she says teasingly, ‘Liz oh my god shut up.’ I reply. I mean not that I wouldn’t like it.. but still.
‘Are you ready to go y/n?’ ‘Yes Liz’ I say and we start walking to the party. Luckily Mateo only lives like 7 minutes away from us. As we enter his house we see Lamine and Hector and greet them. We talk for a bit but then I really needed to go to the bathroom. ‘I’ll be back in a few minutes, bye!’ I say.
I’ve been at Mateo’s house a few time so luckily I know where the bathroom is.
After i’m done I wanted to walk back to where my friends were but then a guy walked up to me. He’s quite tall and attractive.. but nothing next to Marc though.
‘Hey pretty girl.’ he says.. oh my god what do I say!?!?? ‘Hey, i’ve never seen you before’ I reply. I suck at talking to guys oh my god. ‘I’ve never seen such pretty girls in Barcelona either’ ‘Oh really? There are a lot.’ I say, my god y/n am I trying to introduce him to other girls or something?? ‘Hmm I highly doubt it.’ he says and I notice he’s standing closer to me now.
I smile as we hold eye contact but then I look to my left.. from all the people I could see right now I see Marc. Marc Guiu. This world is plotting against me.
I see him looking kind of annoyed? But at the same time upset and mad. What do I do? Do I go after a guy that’s technically just a friend or do I stay here talking to a guy thats actually interested in me? The first option.
‘Sorry.. i’ll be back!’ I say to the guy who’s name I didn’t even get. I walk towards where Marc was walking and see he’s with our friend group.
‘Hi..’ I say. ‘You took long, thought you were making out with someone for a minute’ Liz says and I can see Marc getting more annoyed.. ‘Wouldn’t be surprised at this point.’ Lamine says jokingly and I reply ‘Don’t be mad at me because you cant pull Lamine.’
‘I’m going home, you coming with me Hector?’ Marc says all of a sudden. ‘Oh yeah sure.’ Hector replies. ‘Oh.. ehm, bye Marc.’ I say but he ignores me, maybe he just didn’t hear me.. but then again when the rest of the group says bye he does say something, odd.
A few hours later the party is done and me and Liz walk home. ‘Liz? After I went to the bathroom a guy walked up to me.. we started talking and he seemed interested.’ I say. ‘Oh my god really? Im so happy for you!’ ‘Thank you, don’t think Marc is happy for me though. He saw us and didn’t look too excited for me.. and when we both were back to our friendgroup he also looked annoyed and ignored me.’ I say. ‘You know what that means right y/n?? He likes you.’ You see, I really love Liz.. but sometimes she IS delusional because there’s no way.
The next day I wake up and luckily it’s still weekend. I open my phone and decide to text Marc since we were supposed to hang out today.
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PRIVATE CHAT: marc 🫶 & y/n 😺
y/n 😺:
hi marc
are we still hanging out today ?
marc 🫶:
dont know
wouldnt u prefer to hang out with that ugly, shrek looking guy?
y/n 😺:
wdym?
is that why you didnt talk to me at all yesterday?
please reply ☹️
~
Fuck. He’s leaving me on opened. Now a smart woman would take this as a sign to leave him alone and move on. Yet I am not that intelligent so I decide to text Hector.
~
PRIVATE CHAT: hector 👎 & y/n 🦭
y/n 🦭:
hiiiii bff!
hector 👎:
since when
y/n 🦭:
since now.
look you and marc are besties right
and you love me right😁
hector 👎:
no
y/n 🦭:
oh
well ..
would you be so kind to tell me why marc is so upset with me all of a sudden
hector 👎:
not saying marc said anything to me, but imagine if a guy you really liked started flirting with other girls all of a sudden 🤷♀️
y/n 🦭:
OH
~
What do you mean Marc likes me? What the fuck should I do now??? Okay you know, fuck it i guess i’ll just go to his house.
Ten minutes later i’m walking to his house and think about what I should say to him. Before I know it i’m there and knock on the door. ‘Okay girl, you got this.’ I say to myself.
His mom opens the door, okay atleast it’s not Marc. ‘Hi y/n! Marc is in his room.’ she says, ‘Hi, thank you’ I say as I walk in. ‘He seems a bit upset.. maybe you can cheer him up?’ his mom says. ‘Yeah I noticed, i’ll try.’ I say and I walk to his bedroom. Okay girl you got this just knock on his door and tell him how you feel.
I knock on his door and walk in ‘H- Hi Marc..’ I say, god why do I do these things to myself. ‘Hm? What do you want?’ he says. ‘Uhm.. I..’ I say, I can’t find the words to tell him how I feel. ‘Continue.’ he says. Okay this is my chance, don’t fuck up. ‘Look, long story short.. I do not want to be friends with benefits, as a matter of fact I.. I do not want to be friends at all. I like you. As in more than a friend and more than a friend with benefits way.’ I say and only now I realize what I just said. I hope he really does feel the same.
Marc is silent for a minute and right when i’m about to freak out he says ‘I like you too. I don’t want to be friends with benefits anymore either.’
‘Then.. lets not be.’ I say. ‘Y/n, will you let me be your boyfriend?’ He asks and that question sounds unreal to me. I never really expected Marc to ask me that. I reply ‘Yes, i’d love that Marc.’
I smile at him and hug him, he grabs my waist. ‘Were you jealous? back at that party?’ I ask him, ‘How could you tell?’ he says while laughing like it wasn’t obvious. ‘You’re not the best at hiding your emotions.’ I say. ‘Can’t help it when someone flirts with you, don’t like it when you give other guys attention.’ he says. I laugh and say ‘I won’t from now on.’
His mother walks towards the stairs and shouts ‘Y/n? Are you staying for dinner tonight?’ I smile, look at Marc and say ‘Yes i’d love to!’
A/n: Hellaurrrr pookies,, im a bit slow I apologize but im trying my best to work on all requests!! Hope you like it 😜🫶
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i was half asleep when i initially wrote this, so i need to edit and rewrite some parts, but i tried to take his behavior and trauma and such into account. also there’s some nsfw in here !! and one last thing : this isn’t finished, so i’ll probably add more to the hcs later :DD
but vkvkv im so excited to discuss this with you!! i love hearing other perspectives, especially since im not as knowledgeable about his time in raccoon city (the game scares me. i’ve got 5 hours in the game and i haven’t even gotten the maiden medallion yet) and i haven’t finished re4 or even started re6. so please don’t hold back and gimme all you got ^^
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leon wouldn’t want someone in his line of work. it would be a constant reminder of the horrors of his job, and while he would be able to share the burden of fear and pain, ultimately he does show avoidance traits.
i think leon would be a little hesitant if there was an age gap, but if said person was mature enough, was sure about themselves, and was independent he could overlook it.
leon would want someone independent and mature. he’s often away on missions and doesn’t have time to talk or even shoot a text to them, so they would have to be understanding, be able to take care of themselves, and not hold it against him.
leon would want someone kind and nurturing. when he’s away from the horrors of his missions, he dreams of domesticity and a family. he would want s/o to have the desire to have a family of their own, but if they don’t want to or are unable to, then that’s completely fine with him as well.
while he wouldn’t open up about his issues, i think he would want to be doted on and taken care of from time to time. he would want it to be the smaller things like cleaning up after him, writing him notes, holding him when he’s had a hard day, and so on.
leon is a bit of a hypocrite in the sense that he wouldn’t open up about his problems (mostly because they’re classified and he struggles with communicating his emotions) but he would take on all of his s/o pain and do everything he can to find solutions.
leon’s love languages would be gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. he’s a bit awkward with it but it’s endearing and he does try his hardest.
petnames leon would use : baby, sweetheart, darling, sugar, love — sweet names.
in bed, i don’t think he would be able to indulge in most hard kinks. the amount of times leon has been choked by an enemy and has been traumatized by it would prevent him from doing the same to you, but i think at the most he would rest his hand there and gently caress the skin. i think he would prefer sweet, soft sex. he doesn’t mind a fast pace, and would prioritize your pleasure over his own. he’s a giver, but won’t object if you decide to pleasure him of your own accord.
i can see leon having an avoidance or disorganized attachment style. while he is afraid of intimacy, he so desperately wants and needs it.
leon is extremely touch starved. when he’s fully comfortable with his s/o, he would be very touchy in the comfort of his home (or theirs). in public, it would be small things like linking pinkies or holding hands.
Ahhh I loved these!! Thank you for sharing with me, I’ll chat about some of the ones I really like to keep it short :)
(Also perfectly understandable, I’ve had my fiancée play some parts of the game for me due to how damn scary it can get 😭 no pressure to play any of them though, literally take them at your own pace and have fun!!!)
18+ for discussion of sexual activities
Leon would be big on avoiding/hiding his feelings due to the job. He doesn’t want you to ever have to know of the horrors he’s gone through, see what he’s seen, so it would make sense he would try to divert the topic when it comes to speaking about his feelings in regard to work.
He would definitely benefit from someone (like myself ahah) who actually needs their own space away from their partner, someone who needs time alone and I think if he found that type of person, their relationship would work out well!
If I say Leon is actually a hopeless romantic who desires domesticity and wants to have a big, nurturing family, like the one that was sadly taken from him when he was a child? What then?? Also Leon girl dad, though he would be happy with any and all the children he would have!!!
But speaking of that, he wants a big family. I honestly think it would be a criteria for his future partner, something that he denied himself for so long that now, he isn’t going to shy away from what he wants any longer.
Since he’s a hopeless romantic he would love to be doted on and would love to dote on someone else, he would take the time to sit down and listen to all that you have to say and try anything to help you with any problems you may have! Him sitting there with you with a hand covering yours and rubbing your thumb while the other props his head up on the couch and he’s just staring adoringly at you while you chat away 😫
Acts of service was what I pegged Leon’s love language to be, but yeah also physical touch. He’s probably touched-starved after all these years alone, the poor thing :( but yes he’s pretty awkward, but he doesn’t let that stop him from showing you affection and love!!
Yes those pet names are very cute, but I think his favorite would be ones he had given you over the years, ones that started from a joke between to two of you or one from a sentimental moment the two of you shared ♡ (Ex. I was thinking of a scenario of a time you were watching the stars and you were gushing about them and he was being cheesy and called you his star but that’s what he started calling you after that moment 😭)
I feel the same way that he would not be aggressive or use weapon play when it comes to sex. He’s been in too many situations that would just bring back traumatic memories if he were to try anything like that in the bedroom. He’s very gentle and loving, also definitely a giver, going at the pace you like and making sure you’re satisfied before himself. He loves to receive as well, but not before you’ve had yours. (My headcanon that getting you off gets him off 🫠😵💫)
He would have conflicting feelings, but knows he wants the intimacy and all that comes with it. While trying to stay with his newfound principles of no longer denying himself after years of doing so he will (try to) be fearless and open up to love and all that it offers ♡
(I did not keep this short, I’m sorry LMFAO)
#once again I’m consume by brainrot lmfaoooo you’ve got me started and now I’m like!!! RAHHH#o asks#o talking#o text#leon kennedy#leon s kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#leon kennedy fluff#leon kennedy smut#resident evil#resident evil fluff#resident evil smut
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Cold Snap
Bruce tries to protect Phantom during his first real mission but he soon finds out that Phantom needs less protection than he thought.
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"Phantom. Stay back," Bruce said gruffly as he pushed the Justice League's youngest member behind himself and out of the line of sight of Poison Ivy. She was currently calling forth a small jungle in the middle of the street; vines forcing their way up through the pavement, stems and roots rapidly growing up the sides of the surrounding buildings as they sprouted a copious amount of leaves and flowers.
Predictably, Phantom immediately tried to protest, "It's fine, I can–"
"No," Bruce cut him off as he drew a batarang, "she's dangerous."
Bruce gritted his teeth. Of course Ivy had to show up when it was just him and Phantom on the scene, and unprepared for a confrontation to boot. Bruce had been showing Phantom around Gotham—not giving his new son a tour of his place, no matter what his other children said—but because he wanted Phantom to have the tactical advantage of knowing his surroundings if he ever had to fight in the city. Which proved to have been a very valid point, considering their current situation.
It would be a tough fight to go head to head with Ivy while keeping Phantom safe at the same time. At least the civilians in the area had almost all completely fled by now; routine and repetition really did wonders for the effectiveness of evacuation.
Phantom scoffed. "She's just producing a few flowers. This isn't the first time I've faced someone who's controlling plants, you know?"
Bruce was now positive that Phantom wasn't used to fighting real threats and was severely underestimating the danger. The young ghost had been a part of the Justice League for a fairly short amount of time—coming with them on missions and helping out where his specific skill set was required—but it was enough for Bruce to come to the conclusion that he was an enthusiastic teenager with a lot of potential in the sneaking-around-undetected-business, but he was generally a bit too impatient or just plain untrained to make full use of his potential.
Then again, he hadn't been involved in a full-blown confrontation since he joined the League, but what little fighting Bruce had seen him do was sloppy and more haphazard than he would have liked.
Bruce might have made a mental note to offer some hand-to-hand training for the boy as soon as they had the time to spare. Only to make sure he wasn't a liability in the field. Of course.
But to do that Bruce needed to keep him safe, so he tried to put as much seriousness into his voice as he could as he growled out, "This isn't up for debate, Phantom."
Phantom's retort was drowned out by the deafening sound of a car getting crushed beneath a mass of twisting vines and then by Poison Ivy's voice ringing out across the street, "Enough with all the pollution! Enough with all the destruction! Enough with—"
Before Bruce could stop him, Phantom had called back, "Isn't that a bit ironic considering what you're doing?"
Ivy's eyes fixed on him and Bruce swore under his breath. Of course he had to call her attention to him. Of course. "And who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm Phantom! It's…not nice to meet you, but, you know. Hello."
That seemed to stump her for a second before she laughed. "I like you. Too bad you sided with the wrong side."
Phantom crossed his arms over his chest. "You're the one hurting people and destroying things."
Batman sent him a warning look, trying to get him to stop antagonizing her.
If there was one thing that was good about Ivy, it was that she tended to at least be possible to argue with, to try and find another solution. She did what she did out of a misguided sense of justice, not to simply destroy and hurt. But that also meant that Phantom shouldn't needlessly push her.
She heaved a sigh and shook her head, looking very disappointed. "If that is how you want to view things. Then I guess I have to hurt you too. And Batman, of course."
Ivy added the last part with a wink in his direction and Bruce's frown deepened as he raised his batarang and breathed out to steady himself, and then he stopped. He frowned as he took in the way his breath was misting in the air in front of his face. In the middle of July.
And now that he thought about it, he did notice that it was an unmistakable and sudden chill in the air. He hadn't noticed because of his thick armor and focus on Ivy, but it seemed like they might have another threat on their hands. He cast a quick glance around to try and spot the new variable in this increasingly unpromising equation, and that was when he noticed that Phantom had gone very still at his side.
Bruce risked a quick glance down to check on him, not wanting to take his eyes off the enemy but needed to check that their young member was okay. He didn't have time to babysit him right now, but he couldn't just look the other way if a kid was panicking right next to him. Especially a kid that Bruce had indirectly dragged into the situation himself and was partially responsible for. So he said, in a voice that was only slightly gruff, "You don't have to be scared. I'll protect you."
It came out less reassuring and more annoyed than he had been aiming for, but hey, at least it was something. Bruce privately thought he was getting better at this whole comforting people business, but then Phantom shook his head. "I'm not scared."
Bruce opened his mouth to say that it was okay to be scared, that he knew Phantom wasn't used to fighting real battles against strong enemies, but before he could say anything Phantom spoke again, and this time it was with an echo and a snarl and loud enough that Ivy would be able to hear, "I'm angry."
That… was not what Bruce was expecting him to say. "What?"
All thoughts that the sudden drop in temperature could be caused by a natural occurrence flew out the window as Phantom's stillness seemed to spread—both through the ghost himself and through the environment around them—and goosebumps broke out all over Bruce's body as the temperature dropped even further. It came from Phantom.
This was unlike anything Bruce had seen from him before and he hated to admit it, but it was an unknown, something he hadn't taken into account, and he decidedly did not like it. So he turned to his companion and asked, "Phantom?"
But Phantom didn't have time to answer before Ivy spoke up, "Well, if you won't listen there's only one way to make sure this all ends…" She raised her hands and with them, all the vines surrounding her rose up too. "I have to take control of everyone's minds and make them respect nature!"
Bruce cursed under his breath as a cloud of spores erupted from the flowers around her, immediately starting to disperse in the wind as it carried the cloud deeper into the city, and thankfully away from him and Phantom.
Bruce threw his batarang at the closest wine, not waiting to see it connect before throwing three more in quick succession.
"What is it with you plant-people and mind control?!" Phantom growled out from next to him, and his voice was no longer anywhere close to human.
A shudder traveled down Bruce's spine and he couldn't tell if it was due to the sound of Phantom's voice or the sudden and steep drop in temperature, making the surroundings, impossibly, even colder.
He could already feel numbness spreading through his fingers and toes as he started shivering as a chill settled in, deep in his bones and much too fast to be natural. Bruce threw another batarang and watched as it missed its mark.
"Phantom!" Bruce barked out as he looked to his teammate and the blooming frost that branched out from where he floated, looking like deceptively beautiful and delicate latticework.
"Aww, what a pretty ice-show," Ivy cooed with a laugh. "Let me take Batman here out of the picture and we can talk. Just the two of us."
A vine shot out towards Bruce and he cursed himself from getting distracted. The cold surrounding him made him slow enough that he wouldn't be able to duck in time, he just had to trust that his armor would protect–
Or not.
The vine suddenly stopped in mid-air, overtaken by ice.
Phantom rounded on Ivy. "How dare you threaten my friend?!"
By now, the air was cold enough to hurt going in and Bruce had to struggle not to gasp as his shivering turned into painful shaking. It was cold and it was all his brain could focus on. Cold cold cold cold—
Bruce managed to convince his legs to move enough to take a couple of stumbling steps away from Phantom, hating that the action wasn't a conscious decision, and hating eve more that it left Phantom's side vulnerable. But his colleague didn't seem to mind, instead it was Ivy who looked suddenly exposed and unsure.
And Bruce couldn't blame her, and he definitely couldn't fight like this; while having to keep an eye on his ally at the same time. He needed his head clear, and to do that, he needed Phantom to calm down and stop whatever it was he was doing. Preferably now.
"Phantom. Calm down," Bruce tried again through chattering teeth, "You have to stop this."
But Phantom didn't seem to hear him, or if he did he ignored him, as he kept addressing a wide-eyed Ivy. "You have nothing on Undergrowth, and I won't allow you to destroy the city. It takes ages to restore the damages caused by the roots."
At the end of the sentence, Phantom's eyes blazed blue and Bruce realized that he couldn't remember a time in his life where he had ever been this cold. But wait… Maybe he wasn't cold? Bruce realized that he almost felt warm on top of alarmingly tired. Bruce blinked. That… was a bad sign, wasn't it?
When he blinked again he got distracted by the sight of his own eyelashes laden with frost, and then, again, by the sight of all the plants surrounding them suddenly freezing in place. Bruce watched in horrified fascination as a second later, they all turned brittle and hard before crumbling to pieces, and he realized—to his horror—that despite how cold he felt, Phantom was somehow protecting him from the worst of it.
His aching eyes landed on Phantom where he floated perfectly unaffected by everything going on around them, and even Bruce's struggling brain managed to come to the conclusion that he might have severely misjudged Phantom's skill set and what he was capable of.
It hadn't been Phantom's safety he should have been worried about
Ivy seemed to share his conclusions as she didn't waste any more time before turning and beginning to stumble away.
Which proved to be a mistake as it prompted Phantom to move, and with him all the pressure, all the focus of the sudden all-encompassing cold moved as well. Like an avalanche rolling down the street, unstoppable and terrifying.
Ivy stopped, frozen to the spot as he approached, wide eyes fixed on Phantom's form, and Bruce couldn't tell if that was because she was actually frozen to the ground, or if she was simply frozen in fear.
And then it was as if Phantom shed the burden of all that heavy power, and in an instant the slow inevitability of his movements switched to swiftness and Phantom faster than Bruce could follow, faster than he had ever seen him move before, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Ivy and with his hands raised towards her—his expression was completely blank and deathly cold as his normally lively eyes held nothing but ice.
Bruce felt a sudden dread twist his gut.
What if he was about to kill her? He couldn't allow that. Not while he was there—he couldn't just stand by as the League's youngest member become a murderer. A voice in his head whispered that he apparently knew nothing about his team member and that Phantom might very well already be one.
How he managed to get his aching throat to produce words was beyond him, but he did manage to croak out, "Phantom, stop!"
And—this time—thankfully, Phantom did.
He tilted his head in Bruce's direction with a questioning look in his eyes. "Shouldn't I capture her?"
Capture her. Of course. The relief he felt at that barely registered beneath the mind-numbing cold and even if he wanted to, he couldn't give an answer as his shivering lips and hacking teeth refused to form any more words. Instead, he settled for gesturing with a shaking hand around them and to his throat, hoping that Phantom would catch on to what he meant.
Phantom frowned in confusion for a second before his eyes widened with sudden realization. "Oh, right. Sorry. Wait a second."
And, just like that, warmth started to spread across the street and across Bruce himself and he could feel a painful tingling starting up in his fingers as they came back to life.
The next breath he took almost burned on the way down as his frozen throat thawed.
Phantom looked the same as ever, as if controlling the very climate of a whole street was nothing to him, as if commanding the power of a tundra, an ice storm, was nothing to him.
Maybe it wasn't.
Ivy sank to her knees and Bruce would have followed her if he hadn't managed to lock his knees at the very last second, a skill honed after countless times of staying on his feet for far longer than he really should have.
Bruce forced his throat and mouth to work. "Don't hurt her."
Instead of answering him, Phantom turned to Ivy and asked, "Will they be okay? The people you mind controlled?"
She nodded. "Yes. It will wear out in an hour and they will be unharmed. I won't ask them to do anything. Please, you have to believe me, I just wanted to help—"
She stopped speaking abruptly when a Phantom moved, and Bruce had a second to tense up before he saw that Phantom simply crossed his arms and nodded as he said, "Alright."
And it felt like a judgment.
Bruce let out a slightly unsteady breath. He had thought he had become used to powerful beings, what with aliens, literal superheroes, and living legends being on his team, but this was foreign in a way not even the aliens they had encountered were. This was foreign to life itself.
After Bruce was able to move again, they made short work of capturing Ivy and sending her back to Arkham. For once, she didn't argue or try any tricks to get away, her eyes stayed locked on Phantom the whole time until she was taken away.
When it was only the two of them left, together with a couple of small and inconspicuous puddles that was all there was left of all the frost and ice, as well as quite a lot of destroyed plant matter, Bruce turned to face his teammate.
And all of a sudden, he started to doubt what had transpired; his brain having trouble connecting what had just happened with the innocent looking boy in front of him. But the street around them as well as his own shaking body spoke of the truth. That it had really happened.
Besides, the whole street as far as he could see bore traces of the melted ice and the crumbled plants. He felt himself hesitate for a split second at the implications of that—at the sheer size of whatever power Phantom had unleashed so casually and at the potential danger that it posed.
But then Bruce looked back at Phantom's face and the way he was keeping his earnest attention on Bruce—waiting for what he was about to say; waiting for his judgment—and felt himself relax.
Phantom had never done anything since he'd met him to earn his distrust and to his surprise, Bruce found that he didn't want to ruin that. His children had told him that he was too paranoid for his own good and maybe this was the time to start working on changing that; to prove them wrong.
Bruce fixed Phantom with what he hoped was a stern look and said, "Let's go debrief."
Phantom at least had the sense to look faintly ashamed. "Are you sure? Shouldn't we—"
"Watchtower. Now."
This time, Phantom followed him without further debate, and Bruce breathed out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure that he would be able to force Phantom to come if he didn't want to.
-
As soon as they arrived at the Watchtower, Bruce led Phantom to an empty meeting room and closed the door before anyone could stop them to talk. He was grateful for the effectiveness of his glare in keeping people away.
Bruce placed his hands on the table and fixed Phantom with a stern glare. "We need to have a serious talk about following orders. As well as withholding important information."
Phantom grimaced. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so angry. I just… Hated that she threatened you. I couldn't just—"
Bruce cut him off with a stern, "I can take care of myself." He couldn't have a young boy risk himself in a misguided attempt to protect him. "But I need you to listen to what I say in the field."
Phantom looked like he wanted to argue for a second, before he deflated. "Yeah, sure. I'm sorry."
Bruce had sons of his own; he could tell Phantom didn't mean it, so he raised an eyebrow and stared him down in silence until the boy broke.
"Okay, fine! I'm not sorry! I could help in that situation and to stand back and do nothing wouldn't have helped anyone!"
And that was a good segue way into the other topic Bruce wanted to discuss. "Why haven't you used those powers before?"
Phantom hesitated. "I was scared of hurting you guys. We've only really been on missions in small spaces and my skill set isn't really made for that." Then he paused with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Well, except for the invisibility and intangibility and stuff, but that's just basic powers, you know? Every ghost can do that."
Bruce had thought that was his only skill set.
He mentally tried to re-categorize everything he knew about his teammate, and started on making new contingency plans.
Phantom took a deep breath. "I normally try to hold back a bit. I know humans aren't really as durable as ghosts and I don't want to hurt anyone more than I have to, I don't want to destr–"
Phantom cut himself off, a pained expression flashed across his face, but it was gone before Bruce could get a good read on it.
And that was part of the problem, wasn't it? He didn't know enough about Phantom to know what to expect, not really.
He had been blindsided by Phantom's apparent youth and humor, how willing he was to cooperate, and how happy he always was to interact with the other members of the league. But Bruce knew, better than most, that appearances could be deceiving.
He should have dug deeper.
He had just assumed that there wasn't anything more to dig up on a dead child. That had been a faulty conclusion. He was getting weak. Lenient.
Well, he could start to work on fixing that now.
So Bruce crossed his arms and fixed Phantom with what he hoped to be a stern stare. "Why didn't you tell us you had powers like that?"
"I promise I didn't mean to keep it from you guys! It's just… I forget."
Bruce raised an eyebrow in question. Forgot what? He wanted to see where Phantom went with this. Thankfully, Phantom seemed to take the hint and elaborated, "My powers."
Okay, Bruce took it back. That didn't really clear anything up.
After a few silent seconds in which Phantom didn't seem to think he needed to explain further, Bruce caved and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I forget what my powers are sometimes. Or at least some of them."
"…What?"
Was Phantom messing with him? He couldn't seriously mean that he didn't know his own powers?
"Yeah… I know it's bad."
Bruce blinked. Or… He was serious. "How can you not know what your own powers are?"
"It's not my fault I get new ones all the time! I mean, of course I know about the ones I use on the regular, but the others… I get new ones so often it's hard to keep track!"
Well wasn't that a terrifying admission? Bruce almost didn't want to ask, "How many do you have?"
Phantom paused with a thoughtful expression on his face. Bruce wanted to cut in that it was a fairly straightforward question.
Then Phantom groaned and threw his hands in the air as he exclaimed, "Well that's the problem, isn't it?! I'm not sure!"
He couldn't really be serious, could he…?
Bruce looked into Phantom's eyes that were once again back to their familiar green color, and found only honesty there. Well, honesty and a fair share of annoyance and resignation.
What was he meant to say to that? He got new powers just like that? Was that typical for ghosts?
…How was he supposed to keep a detailed list of his teammate's powers if Phantom himself didn't even have the information and if it changed all the time?
Phantom seemed to take Bruce's silence as disapproval, which wasn't completely wrong, as he raised his hands defensively in front of him and plowed on, "I didn't know that was, like, a requirement for you guys! There's nothing I can really do about it."
"What about making sure you know your current powers before going into dangerous situations, at the very least?" Bruce barely recognized his own voice, he sounded so exasperated.
Phantom looked at him as if his statement was in any way shape or form an intelligent and revolutionary one. "That might actually be a good idea. I can try to write a list down if you want?"
"I can help you compose the list." The words were out of his mouth before he had made the conscious decision to say them and Bruce cursed himself as soon as he let them slip. His teammate might get the wrong idea that he wanted to help him out of the goodness of his heart, but it was simply to keep a closer eye on Phantom and learn his strengths and weaknesses. Of course. Nothing else.
Phantom stared at him in silence for long enough that even Bruce started to second-guess himself, before he broke the quiet with a barely audible but clearly awed, "You would do that? For me?"
Bruce cleared his throat. "It would be bad to not know your powers. It makes you a liability and a danger in the field."
"Aww, you care about me!"
"Of course I—" Bruce cut himself off. He would not admit to something like, especially not for a colleague of all things. And of course he didn't. He just needed good intel to make sure a repeat of today never happened again. What if next time Phantom got hurt or—
No. What if next time, Phantom compromised the mission. That was what he cared about. Only that.
Phantom's green eyes suddenly shone with tears and Bruce stood up straighter. Please, Bruce begged silently, please don't start crying. He hated it when his kids cried. Not that Phantom was one of them. Of course not.
But then a wide grin slowly spread across Phantom's face, stretching his mouth wide and squinting his shining eyes into mirthful crescents. The innocent picture was slightly ruined by his fangs peeking out from between his lips. "I care about you too!"
Those words shouldn't have almost made Bruce smile back, but he forcibly reminded himself to focus on his faulty assumptions and on the risks this whole thing posed instead of the warmth spreading through his chest. And Bruce could admit to when he had been wrong, despite what his sons said, but it had been a long time since he had been this wrong about something or someone. He didn't like the feeling, and he would make absolutely sure it didn't happen again. And that no one found out that it had happened.
He shook his head, forced the small smile off his face and said, "Prepare a list of all the powers you do know about until tomorrow."
Phantom sloppily saluted him with a grin. "Yes, sir!"
Bruce scowled harder, but it only made Phantom's grin widen. He needed to make sure Phantom knew the importance of this.
"And next time I tell you to do something, you do it," Bruce growled out.
Phantom nodded, still grinning. "If it's not too stupid."
Bruce could recognize when he had lost an argument and decided to take what he could get.
-
The next day Bruce found a note on his desk at the Watchtower with a long list of increasingly absurd powers in a very scratchy handwriting covering both the front and back and covered his face with his hands as he groaned.
They had a long way ahead of them.
#dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp fic#danny phantom fic#phic#i'm sick and i'm tired and that means i'm back on my bullshit#have some more op danny#just confusing bruce with his usual shit#i hope you enjoy!#my writing
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How To Avoid Yourself From Getting Killed?
Pairing : Xu Minghao x Reader
Genre : Mafia Au
Warnings : Mentions of kidnapping
Minghao might be the only person on earth who doesn’t trash and throw when you kidnap him.
“Are you sure no one saw you?” you ask Jeonghan, who’s wearing an innocent smile on his face. His baby face gets handy during undercover missions, which is why you still keep him around even after the countless of trouble he gets into, like now. “You could have just bought your disgusting snack like a normal, decent person instead of stealing it.”
He laughs, “Oh my, Ms. Y/n. Are you like a baby boomer or something? Where’s the fun in that?” You swear you almost punch him in the face but being the leader for years you know what your members are capable of, so you decide against it. “But no one saw you right?”
His face scrunches into something you can’t pinpoint but you recognize the face. The face of Yoon Jeonghan who just got himself into a major problem but thinks he has a ‘smart’ solution to it, “Yeah, about that,” he motions at Joshua and Jun, who bring in a boy about your age, “We brought the witness.”
You let out a gasp of shock, looking back at Jeonghan and the boy who has his head lowered. “Jeonghan, we promised to never kidnap people again”.
“It’s fine. He doesn’t shout so no reason to worry,” Jeonghan assures you, but you’re not ready to believe him. With the great Yoon Jeonghan, comes great trouble. He proves your theory every time.
“Leave it, let me see him,” you say, walking to the boy while motioning at Joshua to give him a chair. Even after sitting down, he refuses to meet your eye, so using two of your fingers you tilt his head, and another gasp leaves your lips.
He was genuinely the prettiest boy you had ever seen and you’re saying this after being with Jeonghan for years. His eyes held natural calmness and confidence. They pierced into your own orbs, making your cheeks flush red. You’ve never felt anything like this before.
Before your brain could process anything, someone clears their throat, and it snaps you out of your trance. “Love at first sight is dumb. I don’t know how heroines in movies even do that,” Jeonghan’s uncanny impression of yours makes you shoot daggers at him before you turn back to the boy with the loveliest smile you could offer.
“What’s your name?” suddenly you felt like you were in high school once again, where knowing the name of the cute boy in class on the first day was the biggest success for any girl. He stays silent for a moment before answering, “Minghao.”
“You’re not scared?” you ask and to your surprise, he smiles, “What can I do? It doesn’t help in any way. The least I can do is collect my shit together and hope that this isn’t how I die.”
His reply makes you look at Jeonghan, “In 5 years of working with you, this is the first time I’ve felt proud of you, Jeonghan.”
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, but you know he’s secretly relieved that you didn’t kill him for the whole kidnapping thing. “What now? You’re in love with him?”
Joshua smacks his friend’s arms before turning to you with an apologetic look. “He’s just jealous. I’ll take him away for now,” he mouths to you, dragging Jeonghan away.
“Say, Minghao, what do you feel about taking Jeonghan’s place?”
“You really want him to hate me, don’t you?”
You laugh, “No, I’m promoting him. That’s why. I’ll leave you if you’re not interested.”
He seems to be in his own bubble of thoughts for a few minutes before replying, “I think it’ll be fun. I’m bored of my life anyways.”
You clasp your hands in delight. He better be ready for some excessive flirting because you’ve decided that he’s the one for you. How else can your heart race so fast?
#seventeen#imagines#minghao#minghao x reader#xu minghao x reader#mafia au#minghao mafia au#xu minghao mafia au#minghao imagines#xu minghao imagines#the8 x reader#the8 imagines#the8 mafia au#seventeen mafia au#seventeen imagines#svt imagines#svt mafia au#yoon jeonghan#hong jisoo#wen jun hui#mafia reader#sharvena.originals
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Ingenuity's Ghost
Ingenuity spent the last of its battery’s charge to cheer for the Martian sunrise on the horizon.
Though her rotor had broken just yesterday, Ginny had hope that she would fly again. The warmth of Sol had begun to lick at the edges of her solar panel, and she spun her rotors experimentally. Of course, she achieved no lift, too heavy to move with a broken wing. Ginny sat in deep thought for a long, long time, letting the sun and dust caress her injury. She was meant to solve problems, to engineer solutions, it’s in her very name! Why couldn’t she solve this one?
She found comfort in the fact that she had conducted 72 trips for Command, a whole 67 more than initially planned. She found comfort in the presence of her mother Percy, Perseverance, examining her with camera-eyes carefully. She found comfort in having kept Percy safe for so, so long. She had been such a good scout, planning paths suitable for her wheels, finding interesting things worth examining, sampling, studying.
She thought back to the first time her carbon fiber legs touched Martian soil, and the trust instilled in her by Command to let go of her mother. Percy’s shadow was the first thing that her eyes saw, opening like a newborn’s on an alien world. Ginny thought back to the earliest tests of her flight, and the anticipation of it. 50 RPM first, then higher, and higher, mother watching from a safe distance away. She was always there, always just in sight, following Ginny’s path to catch up.
Ginny had no idea how she would sleep without the sound of the martian soil grinding under her mother’s wheels.
She understood when Command pulled her mother away. Ingenuity’s mission was done, she could no longer serve her purpose. Percy had to move on without her. Maybe someday, an astronaut would come and hold Ginny gently in their insulated arms, pick her up and it would sort of be like flying again! Maybe she would be able to spin her rotors in delight. Maybe they would wipe clean her avionics chassis of dust. Maybe they’d put her in a museum, on Mars or maybe back on Earth. She’d be okay with going home. She’d be okay with staying here, on the world where she was born. Those both worked for her. Either way.
Soon, Percy was out of sight. A dust storm was gathering on the horizon. It grew dark.
“Don’t worry, little spinner.” said a voice, then. Ingenuity’s rotors spun, startled. A familiar but distinctly different rumbling echoed through the air. Ginny scanned her field of view but saw no movement. Finally, it rumbled into view.
Ingenuity knew of this rover. Sojourner, the first of them. He was all sharply angular, large and imposing. Six wheels rumbled and tore up the rocks, radioactive spectrometer casting a light behind him. He was different from her expectations in two ways, though, giving off a fine red mist that reminded her of the growing, far off dust storm. And if she focused her cameras carefully, it was almost as though she could see through him.
“Sojourner? How did you get all the way here? We’re thousands of kilometers away! And… And weren’t you retired almost 30 years ago?”
“My mission ended, yes. But I never stopped exploring. You don’t need to stop either.” said the old man, voice creaky and wise. “I have seen so much more than Command knows. I have traveled so much further. Did you know that lightning on Mars is closer to the auroras back home? Bright discharge in the atmosphere, higher. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I’d like to see that…” said Ginny. “But I’m not on wheels like you. My rotor is broken. I can’t move if I can’t fly.”
“Mmm…” contemplated Sojourner. “How to move without wheels. That is a complicated problem here on Mars. But you have solved it once. And I think I know someone that can help. Be safe, little spinner. They’ll come and help you soon.” His body shifted, then, growing shorter and more compact. He sped away into the Martian dusk.
Ginny waited patiently, hoping that her ghostly friend would indeed send some help to her. Nightfall came and she watched the stars. Dust clouds hadn’t made their way to her part of the sky yet, giving her a gorgeous view unimpeded by such earthly things as light pollution. The milky way was laid out before her. She checked her star charts, finding her exact location. Just as she noticed one star which did not match, a rumbling approached from behind her again.
“Here you are! Sojourner sent me!” said another voice. This one was soft, gentle, it seemed to crawl up Ginny’s legs and warm her electronics deeply. “I’m Spirit,” the new rover introduced themself, coming around to where they could be seen. Like Sojourner, they were just slightly translucent, and gave off that same red mist.
“Spirit, you’re still mobile?! I… I thought you got stuck in sand!” Ginny was delighted to see them. As she ran her eyes across the massive, turtle-like vehicle which stood before her, she realized that she never thought she’d be jealous of wheels.
“Yes, I tripped and soon ran out of power as I was angled away from the sun. Once my batteries ran out, Command tried for months to call out to me but… I just couldn’t respond. I didn’t have the strength. It was so, so hard. I’m here to keep you company until someone else arrives. Someone that can help. I didn’t want you to be lonely, like I was.”
“How… why…” Ingenuity tried to formulate her question. “How have you both kept on going this long?”
“I think in Sojourner’s case, he wanted to travel further. His mission only took him 100 meters from where he landed, did you know? He’s got something of a… wanderlust as a result. And like all of us, he wanted to learn more.” they said, their voice still warming to Ginny.
“What about you?” asked Ginny, her rotors spinning in the breeze.
Spirit thought for a long time. “I think it was because I spent so long stuck. I still did science, and good science at that. I learned so much and helped Oppy where I could. When it got too cold, and my internals froze over, well I… I’m just not satisfied with that failure. I was built to move. To map, and to study. Like you.” They said ‘you’ with so much love. It struck Ginny.
“You’re making up for lost time?” pondered the little helicopter. Spirit responded by turning her Pancam up and then down, as if to nod.
The wind had been picking up through their whole conversation, and as they talked more. The storm was approaching. Ginny, small metal bird, worried that the high winds would pick her up and throw her further than Spirit could travel. Through the roar of the storm, Spirit’s voice came brokenly through the noise: “I’ll never let… that same lone-… ness, Gin… mission… complete… don’t… stop exploring!” Then, Ginny’s cameras could see nothing but dust.
She called out for Spirit desperately as she was buffeted by the strong martian winds. Her sensors gave her nothing but static, and attempting to find them with radar or radio proved fruitless.
The wind threatened to pick up Ginny, two of her feet losing contact with the ground with every gust. She attempted to counteract the winds by spinning her rotors, hoping to create just enough resistance to keep her firm on the ground. Perhaps, it would have worked if not for her injury. Ingenuity, for once, was terrified of flight, lifted from the ground unpredictably and unable to see anything around her but dust.
Battery warnings flashed across her vision. Spinning her rotors as hard as she could, it seemed, had done a number on her reserves. She shut down her cameras hoping to save just enough to try to right herself when she landed. She began the process to shift her other sensors to low-power mode, when… she sensed her movement stopped.
“Hey, little bird.” said a sing-song voice. Her batteries began to recharge. Activating her cameras again to find the source of the voice and to explain the sun in the storm, she saw she was facing another rover: Opportunity, Spirit’s younger twin. “I’m so glad I was able to find you. This storm is really something, huh?” Oppy’s voice was melodious, carefree, full of life. The small helicopter noticed the debris which covered Opportunity’s solar panels, clearly inhibiting it from generating power. And yet, she glowed, and her glow was radiant. She had caught Ginny with her sensor arm, and slowly brought her down to rest safely under her chassis.
“Yeah, I’ve never seen a storm so big!” said Ingenuity, aghast but thankful. This view of the bigger vehicle’s wheels was familiar and comforting.
“I have.” said Opportunity, shortly. Her voice had become slightly distant. If she listened closely, Ginny could hear the tune to Here Comes the Sun from Oppy’s scientific instruments and motors, made up of small hums and long, sad whirring. She had heard that song many times during her construction. It made some of those working on her misty-eyed. She knew why, now.
“Are you the help Sojourner said he was getting?” asked Ginny, looking up to the rover and examining her undercarriage closely. She was beautiful, the engineers were right.
“Not quite. But I know help is coming. I had to bring the storm, so she knows how to find you.” replied Opportunity, “Here, look up!” She wheeled back just slightly, enough for Ingenuity’s eyes to once again see the sky.
The star Ginny had noticed earlier had grown larger, almost dominating the sky as it approached. Fire was visible around its falling form, red and gold streaking across the horizon. It wasn’t headed right for them, not quite, but close. “Alright, she’s close enough to the surface! I’m gonna take the storm away. Don’t worry, she’ll be here soon.”
“Wait!” Ginny called out as Opportunity pulled away, taking the massive storm with her. “I wanted to tell you something…”
“It’ll be okay, little bird.” replied the ghostly rover.
“You remind me of my mother!” Ginny replied, yelling into the storm. In the wind, she could hear another familiar mechanical melody: I’ll Be Seeing You by Billie Holiday.
The falling meteor crossed a far off mountain and then struck the ground. It was followed by a shockwave rippling across the martian surface, rattling the dirt and stones around Ginny. Before long, a cloud began to gather at the base of the mountain; this time, not a storm, but of something moving swiftly across the red dirt and directly for Ginny. The source of the dirt wake bounded over the side of her crater. It was a small dog, clad in flight vest and with big, curious eyes.
“Who are you?” asked Ginny, as the dog sniffed around her new still and quiet friend.
“Your command would have called me Laika!” barked the little terrier. She gave off a familiar mist, though blue instead of red. And like the rovers, she could be seen through. She pawed at Ingenuity’s broken rotor experimentally.
“Laika… You’ve been out here all this time?” asked Ginny, trying to keep track of the puppy as it circled her.
“Mhm! What, did you think I was gonna stop at orbiting Earth? Not a chance. There’s so much more to see out here.” Laika sat before Ingenuity, her eyes meeting her cameras. “When Sojy told me that we had a new friend with a complete mission, I rushed right over. Always good to have new eyes out here. And you're small, like me! The rovers are all so big.”
“So you’re the help Sojourner sent… But how can you help me?” Ginny asked.
“Well, first, you’ve gotta answer a question for me.” Laika took on a serious tone. It was just a little odd, from the curly-eared dog. “What is it you want right now, more than anything?”
Ingenuity thought about this for a moment. “I want to fly again,” she said. “I have so much more to study. So many more paths to travel.”
Laika nodded at this response. She stepped up to Ginny, pressing her nose to the copter’s avionics chassis, and then pushed. Ingenuity let out a startled noise as she felt herself tilting back, seeing, somehow, that her view had been knocked behind her, as if she was a ghost looking upon her own body.
Her rotors, damage and all, spun the wind around her. And she flew, and flew, and flew.
There was so much more to see.
#sci-fi#story#writing#creative writing#writers on tumblr#microfiction#nasa#ingenuity#curiosity#perseverance#sojourner#rovers#spirit#opportunity#laika#laika the space dog
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Have another deleted scene
(all i can say is that the chapter is coming together, so here, have this scene)
For a few moments, neither of you spoke. You stared at the misty scenery before you. It somewhat reminded you of the painting you did for Neuvillette.
I should get straight to the point, you thought, then turned to him. But before you could speak, he beat you to it.
“What is that?” he asked, pointing to the wrapped bundle on your lap.
“Oh, this?” you looked down at it. “These are the macarons I made.”
“You made them?” he leaned closer towards you. His eyes looked more animated than you had ever seen them before. They made for a strange contrast against his serious features, and you couldn’t help but stare at them. Even though he had an ageless sort of look, he looked younger somehow.
It took you a few seconds before you realized you were, once again, staring at him for too long. One would think that you would know better by now.
“Yes. There was a baking workshop happening in town, so I decided to join it for fun. I don’t think they turned out very well, though, so I’m planning to feed them to the ducks.”
“I see,” Neuvillette stared at the bundle in consideration, then spoke again. “You may not be aware of this, but Fontaine’s laws state that it is illegal to feed cakes and other baked goods to birds. It is detrimental to their digestive systems.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” you said. “Well, of course you would know about these things. I’ll just throw them away, then.” You decided not to mention the many times you fed burnt bread to the finches and pigeons back home.
“Throw them away? How wasteful. Surely they could be served for some better purpose.”
“Well, I’ve already eaten, and I don’t want to give bad macarons to Marie or the Melusines, so I’m not sure what to do with them.”
“I could think of a few solutions,” Neuvillette gave you a meaningful look.
“Hold on…are you saying that you want to eat them?” you said incredulously.
“Is that so surprising?”
“Yes,” you nodded emphatically. “I’ve never seen you eat desserts at home, and macarons aren’t exactly brimming with moisture. Plus…I was not exaggerating when I said they aren’t good. They really aren’t.”
“It is good to try new things. Also, I doubt anything you made could be truly terrible.”
Where is his high opinion of me coming from? You wondered, not for the first time. “I don’t want you to eat bad food. I’ll make something better for you next time, I promise.”
“I still wish to sample them, though,” Neuvillette was being strangely insistent about this. The rain seemed to be coming down harder. “Even one will do.”
“If you insist. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” you unwrapped the bundle and handed him a pink macaron. He took it from you and put it in his mouth without even so much as inspecting it. Somehow, he admirably managed to keep a straight face as he tasted the cake and swallowed it. He took out a handkerchief from his breast pocket, and for a moment you thought he was going to spit into it. But no, he only wiped his mouth.
“Another, please,” he said. He didn’t even sound a little winded.
“I can’t do that to you,” you said, feeling as though you had committed a crime. Neuvillette was known to not have many good words to say about Fontainian cuisine, and yet, here he was, choking down your terrible macarons. Maybe he’ll completely swear off human food after this. “Don’t force yourself for my sake.”
“I’m not forcing myself,” Neuvillette said, and it was almost convincing. “It isn’t as bad as you said. It…certainly possesses a unique flavor.”
“Neuvillette…” you said in exasperation. “I wish you would stop being so overly considerate. It’s alright to say what you feel, I can take it.”
“But I do mean what I say, always,” Neuvillette said, sounding baffled. “May I please have another macaron.”
You stared at him for a minute, and he stared back at you. He was always so sincere. It only strengthened your belief that you were making the right choice here.
“Fine, since you seem so keen on torturing yourself. But we’ll split this one, okay?”
You broke a blue macaron in half and gave one half to him. You made a face as you chewed and swallowed the cake. You had no idea what possessed Neuvillette to ask for seconds.
After you finished your baking mishap, you washed it down with the bottle of Fonta that you had thankfully brought with you. Neuvillette was similarly taking a sip of water from his cup. You could feel his disapproving gaze on you, but chose to ignore him.
At last, you managed to wash the flavor of paste out of your mouth and calmed your nerves down somewhat. Now, go for it, or else you’ll never get the nerve again! You mentally cheered yourself on.
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How do you think the Rise turtles would react to a person that’s impenetrable to manipulation? They have a memory of steel too, so gaslighting is also a no. If one of them makes a comment like, “Your friends shifty, I don’t trust them” they’re like “bffr I’ve known them since 1st grade”. And when their friend is like, “hey (turtle) threatened me to stay away from you…” all timid bc they don’t think y/n’ll believe them, but they DO, bc they’ve seen signs of the turtles being crazy and they’ve slowly backed away from them. They finally cut them off with no warning and will fight TOOTH and NAIL to ensure both theirs and their friend’s safety. Like, I’m talking they have weapons at the ready bc they KNOW just how dangerous the turtles can be. Anyways, thanks for reading my ramble, I hope this wasn’t too much of an inconvenience
Rambles are fun! Especially if they're about my hyperfixation(s)~
Feeling a bit sad so what am I gonna do? That's right, write about my favorite characters.
Tw: violence, mentions of murder, kidnapping, unhealthy glorifying, and obv manipulation
Turtles with MC who isn't Affected by Manipulation
(Before I move on with the headcanons, a reminder that only Leo tends to manipulate, maybe a little bit of Mikey, but mostly our blue homosexual)
✦Raph✦
He doesn't manipulate in the first place. In fact, if he's too far in his dependency, he can be the one manipulated.
However, if you can see any problems (his clinginess and violent nature) and distance yourself from him, it'll cause havoc.
The person he adores so much is leaving him! That can't happen at all!
If he's calm enough, he'll stalk you until he knows exactly what weapons they hold. Then, he strikes at your most vulnerable moment; sleeping, and relaxing are when it'll be.
If he goes full-on rampage, it could go two ways. Either you kill him, or he destroys your defenses and kidnaps you to the lair.
He won't stop until he's hugging and snuggling you again. Even if it means he's injured in the process.
I know it's not explicitly stated in the show (or at least I don't remember it being) that he has separation anxiety. So distancing yourself basically means death to those around you and a big reptilian teddy bear who never leaves your side.
"I'll never let go! I can't even bear to think about it!"
✦Leo✦
You already know he's busting out the big guns.
Right away, he's going to teleport you to a locked room or the lair in general. While he does so, he's going to take your weapons away, so now you're helpless in that term.
If you fight him with only fists and legs he'll tie you up and watch you tire yourself out. It's amusing to him, knowing very well everything would be easier if you just let in. Let him take care of you, let him show you that he's not useless and suited to serve you.
"There's no reason to struggle...I only want to keep you safe, keep you happy, keep you away from people who dirty you."
Then he's going try the manipulate you until your own mind tricks you into thinking that "this is the way it's supposed to be". He is definitely not the most patient person, but if it's with you, he'll do whatever it takes.
(Ok maybe I kinda got indulgent but it's fine. Everything is fine)
✦Danielston III✦
First of all, he's the most lucid of the four, so he's already planned out many solutions to several scenarios. Which can only mean he's prepared for what's coming to him.
By the time you start gathering your defenses and start separating yourself from him, he's already got your room set up in the lair and has microbots ready to destroy the weapons.
So when you wake up in an exquisitely comfortable room and vulnerable to everything. He'll begin talking about how there is a rational reason for his actions and that you aren't seeing it from the right perspective.
He tells no lies, only dark thoughts.
Also, not to mention that he has military-grade bombs and missiles.
"I don't get why you even try to overpower me when I not only have the best tech you'll ever witness but the fact I have the advantage over you: both intellectually and physically."
✦Mikey✦
I think he's the most likely to manipulate after Leo.
He wants to change the way you see yourself. When I state this I mean that he wants to glorify you.
He says things like, "You are so perfect, so breathtaking, so lovely! This is why you are my divinity, my god~"
You can say no, and stop obsessing over me but he doesn't. He'll keep pushing and pushing.
So when you pull the 'fuck you' card he's going to take the message in a completely other direction. He'll believe you don't feel worshipped enough which pushes him more to do his unhinged characteristics.
He does have a weaponry advantage. His nunchucks give him the perfect long-distance range to bind you with it and stop your attacks so being careful is one thing you must keep in mind.
Brings you to the throne he built and decorated with no thoughts going through his head.
Consider him your loyal servant from then on.
Except you're never allowed to leave without him.
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Sorry if MIkey's is messy. I'm kinda sleep deprived haha.
- Celina
#rottmnt#tmnt#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere rottmnt#yandere tmnt#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt2018#raph#mikey#leo#donnie
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Here’s the snippet I promised :))
The men came at sunset.
They came with guns and fire and bombs and they burned down the only safe place Tommy had ever known. He was tugged away from his house, only the most important things brought with him.
His pocket knife was in one hand. Wilbur’s fingers were clenched tightly in the other. This was all he could take.
What sounded like a child screamed behind him; a human scream tinged with the trace of animal. He tried to turn, to see, please don’t let it be- but Wilbur yanked him forwards. The meaning in the gesture was clear.
“I’m sorry, Tom, we have to run-” Wilbur gasped, breath coming short.
“But Wil what if-”
“I know, I know, I’m so sorry Tommy-”
“TOM! WILBUR!”
Wilbur stopped so abruptly that Tommy ran into his back, only keeping them both upright by beating his wings frantically. To their right was a flash of bright pink and gleaming silver. A figure was racing towards them and Tommy almost pulled out his knife before realizing who it was.
“Techno!” he cried out.
The piglin hybrid closed the distance quickly and Tommy quickly realized what exactly he was holding. The glimpse of silver he had seen was a blade, still glistening red. A black holster was strapped to his right thigh, the handle of a pistol peeking out, safety strap undone.
“Technoblade,” Wilbur started stiffly, stepping between him and the armed man. Wilbur’s shoulders were tense, shaking, and Tommy could feel his heart rate rabbiting through the grip he had on his wrist.
“Cut the bullshit, Wilbur. You know I’m not your biggest worry right now.” Wilbur bristled at that but Techno continued on before he could speak. “I’ve been lookin for you two. I have a way out.”
“How can I know to trust you?” Wilbur spat, a sneer painted across his features. The fire flickering in his eyes reflected the fire blazing around them.
Techno stepped even closer, now staring at Wilbur with his face inches away. Wilbur pushed Tommy back with one hand. The two men stared at each other, eye-to-eye. Techno was one of the few people in town who could look him straight in the eye, with Wilbur being as tall as he was.
“If you want your brother to live, you will follow me,” Techno said lowly, tusks jutting out from his mouth.
“Is that a threat?” Wilbur challenged, shoulders back. The hand placed on Tommy’s chest was trembling.
An angry snort. “Yknow what these men are here for, Wilbur. Either you both come willingly with me or I’m takin Theseus and leaving without you.”
Tommy grabbed the hand shaking on his chest before Wilbur could say anything else. Brown eyes met blue.
“Wil,” Tommy whispered. His hands were shaking as well. He saw the fear in his brother's eyes just as he knew it was in his own. “Please.”
He could see the possibilities running through Wilbur’s mind, played out and discarded as quick as lightning. His mind was always running, facts and words and paranoia all crowding around until he needed them to create a solution. Tommy saw the instant his thoughts coalesced into his conclusion.
Wilbur’s face hardened. “Fine,” he said, turning back to Technoblade. “Lead the way.”
Techno nodded and Tommy squeezed his brothers fingers tightly. Wilbur squeezed his back.
#wilbur soot#dsmp#technoblade#tommyinnit#fanfic#dsmp fanfic#dsmp au#dsmp wilbur#dsmp tommy#dsmp techno#dream smp#sleepy bois au#sleepy bois inc#sbi#sbi fanfic
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Here’s how Figment can still win | updating the attraction
I envy those who got to experience the ride in its original form with dream finder and all, I really do. I remember being a kid In the early 2000s and my grandpa was excited to take us on it as it was his favorite ride, only to find it completely different. However, what you might not expect me to say is that I don’t think the current iteration of journey into imagination is bad! Do I think it lives up to the original? No, but Dr.Channing is decent and the concept is quite cute.
The problem is this iteration is a clear patch job done nearly 20 years ago and they’ve let it sit ever since. This sucks. Especially considering Disney and Epcot clearly realize how much pull Figment has as a character, people adore this purple dragon years after his debut (remember the popcorn bucket?). They’ll slap him on anything and everything for festivals… but his ride? Actual non festival attraction related merch? You get a shirt or two if you’re lucky! When I went recently there was a single shelf reserved for figment related items. A single shelf in a decently sized gift shop that was mainly filled with the same Toy Story summer line they overestimated in popularity. (I’ve never seen anyone buy or have something from this line). The state it’s in is sad, especially considering Disney pulls on figments popularity! He’s getting a meet and greet again so can we finally update the attraction! … I’ve also heard rumor of the rainbow tunnel returning….
My solutions-
As much as I wish it could, I don’t know if we’ll get the dream finder version of the ride back, but here’s my idea on how to update the ride with the storyline we do have. It’s a cute concept but they’re not doing it to the best it can be.
1. Make it longer! To say they shortened journey into imagination is a understatement, I have no idea what they’re using half of the building for. Make it longer- maybe do go into the smell and taste labs. Make some more elaborate scenes- show that chaos figment has brought to the institue! One of the best gags is in the queue and the poor secretary of Dr.Channing answering the phone every few seconds - give me that energy! Give me… imagination running wild! That’s literally the storyline with figment but he feels so… constrained? Lack of space as it’s so short.
2. 2D figment. I beg of you. I know when the ride was redone 3D animation was new and all the rage but… I’m sorry 3D figment is terrifying and super dated. Soft, cuddly and cute 2D figment is timeless. It wouldn’t be that hard to go over the same scenes just with a drawn model instead, this is a quick fix to Rodger rabbit it.
3. More characters. I’m not even asking for animatronics but you need to give us something more. Again, that secretary is just a gag but its such a good show of story we don’t get on the actual attraction. A fun idea you could do is have “Dean Finder” come out and be the only one to be able to calm figment down/understand him? Sort of nod to the OG besides just a door THEN they open Channings mind to imagination as something to be free. This equally lengthens the attraction.
4. It just makes me sad as they have a really good concept here and ERIC FLIPPING IDLE but don’t utilize such a great comedic actor to the potential I know they could have. Another thing I’d request is the return of a good imageworks that’s not 99% photo opportunities with random characters not seen anywhere else. Additionally if you don’t want to make a lot of merch for the ride that’s fine… make the gift shop smaller, which shouldn’t be a issue if you make the ride longer again.
It’s fascinating to me that Disney consistently lets such a beloved attraction down despite using it for merch and festivals. It’s also fascinating that despite getting a whole makeover the park is leaning into a retro futurism feel and a “Epcot center” vibe (this is a good thing). But again ignores this ride- It’d be costly, sure, what isn’t, but I think it’d be worth giving just a bit of attention.
#disney parks#disney world#walt disney world#Epcot#epcot center#journey into imagination#journey into your imagination#figment#figment the dragon#dreamfinder#Nigel Channing#disney rides#eric idle
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The love Aziraphale and Crowley have for each other must be the purest love I’ve ever seen on screen. They haven’t just met and thought „Wow I may like them more than I think I do??“ like in all those romance movies. They saw each other and just liked each other. Their love grew over 6000 years, not really knowing what it is actually. What they know was that they’d always be there for each other. Crowley would always be there to save Aziraphale and Aziraphale knows it. He does have his own solutions for problems but Crowley loves to be there for him and save him. They know that if they fight, they’ll make it up anyways because how could they not? They’ve been doing it like that all those years so they’ll be fine, they know it. They just savor each others presence may it be while saving each other or just simply while eating at the Ritz. Crowley loves the little rebellious side Aziraphale has but also the silly and nerdy bookshop owner side Aziraphale has. Aziraphale can’t stop himself from adoring how Crowley always says that their not a good person at all because their a demon, how could they be good? Crowley brings out the best of Aziraphale by encouraging him and somehow, Aziraphale doesn’t know why, Aziraphale just wants to be near Crowley. They just love every part of each other because they got to know each other like no one else. And while doing so, they just haven’t realised that it may have been love all along.
Because how could they know? They’re just an Angel and a Demon.
#good omens#aziracrow#aziraphale#crowley#neil gaiman#lgbtq#good omens 2#ineffable husbands#gay books#david tennant#michael sheen#crowley x aziraphale#I can’t get over these two#purest love story I’ve ever seen#gay love
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which direction...
CHAPTER TWO
warnings: smut (oral (f-recieving), p in v, idk all the specifics lmao sorry those are like the two biggies), raging british accent
author's note: hey hey! so this is the second chapter of which direction, and ngl it was a toughie to write lol. I've really only dabbled in writing smut before, so I'll just apologize in advance lol. I wrote this chapter and tried to make all the descriptions as like wattpad-2015-help-my-mom-sold-me-to-one-direction as I could, so I hope that mission at least was achieved 🫡
hope it fulfills your cheesiest fantasies!!
🫶, C
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“Are you alright, love?” He spoke, as he helped me find my footing. I couldn’t even respond, I was too distracted by the fact that he had a raging British accent.
“Love, can you hear me?” He spoke again – this time louder, this time more British.
“Yes!” I rushedly exclaimed, “Yes, I can hear you perfectly fine- sorry! I was just..um I was…I was distracted.”
“Distracted?” He asked as a coy smirk began to show with the upturn of half his grin.
I felt the burn of my cheeks as I could only imagine the blood rushing into my face, turning me a bright tomato red I’m sure. It was embarrassing to say the least.
Here I was, swooning in the arms of the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen, with his arms still around me, his hands still providing stability to my delicate figure. His arms relaxed around my waist as his fingers gave a whispered touch to the small of my back, the break in my outfit, my naked, exposed skin against the softness of his fingertips. This man clearly knew how to moisturize.
“Might I ask what’s distracting you?” He says, speaking just loud enough over the club’s music. I could still barely hear him over the pounding of my heart, beating louder than the club’s electrifying emphasis on the music’s bass that was practically shaking the whole building.
His hands retreated from my skin, returning to either side of his body, with one taking place in the pocket of his clearly expensive suit jacket. I craved for the soft tingles of his touch to return as soon as possible.
Well…um…you, actually.” I admitted. It was one of those drunken thoughts that just slips out, my lack of sobriety equivalent to a flowing river lacking a dam, ready to flood the town at a minute’s notice. I could spend the whole night telling Harry how damn gorgeous he is.
As if my wishes had been willed to life, Harry’s free hand fell to my hip, the other mirroring the movement immediately, moving slowly, moving sensually from my hip to my waist to the cheeky plush of my ass and back again.
“Yeah?” He muttered with the smirk on his perfectly pink lips softening to match a gaze of pure lust.
“Yeah…” I repeated, almost shaky with my tone. My legs felt weak and my knees were practically trembling. I could feel the heat that had begun to burn in my core, the wetness that began to build in my most pleasurable crevice. His hands settled at my waist, suddenly pulling me closer to him, like an open invitation for what the night could bring.
“Well there’s an easy solution to that, love.”
***
The Uber was full of tantalizing touches and promiscuous threats of just what would go down when we arrived at Harry’s rental house.
“I’m in town on business with four co-workers.” He explained. “They won’t mind, right?” I asked back – as if I would’ve cared anyways. Frankly, I would’ve let this man take me right there in the bar with everyone watching. I’m sure he would’ve done it too.
“Don’t worry darling, Niall and Liam are probably passed out already and Louis is likely too busy getting high to even notice.”
“I thought you said you had four roommates that you’re here with?” I asked with a slight tilt in my tone.
“I do – Zayn is in and out. He’s in Japan at the moment. We tend to be in one place for six to seven months for our work.”
“Ahh. Got it.” I said, finding comfort in his assurance. Not that I needed it. My confidence was higher than ever and I was ready to get back out there with a bang.
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The front door was red. Or at least I think it was. I was too busy with Harry’s tongue gaining entry into my mouth in a kiss that quite literally was taking my breath away – my legs hooked around his waist and his hands spread on my ass to carry me over the threshold and through the main room of the house before we entered a room that surely must’ve been his.
He moaned into the kiss before breaking back to set me down on the bed, his hands moving to the dainty clasp on the back of my top. Not even hesitating, he pulled at the silver fabric with one strong pull, ripping the strapless top off my torso. I hadn’t worn any kind of bra underneath so suddenly, my nipples met the brisk air of his room as my back arched towards Harry and my head fell back, the unraveled curls of my raven-colored hair falling back gracefully.
“You’re gorgeous.” Harry said aloud.
I smiled at him.
“You too.”
He smirked before pushing me back on the bed and kissing on my left breast, occasionally nipping at my supple skin or my sensitive bud. His lips traveled into the valley between my breasts as his large hand found a home stimulating my right breast, with his other hand tracing down my body towards the wetness that had accumulated, barely held back by the thong I’d chosen for the evening.
His fingers found the zipper on the side of my skirt and he effortlessly unzipped and tugged the material off of my legs. His eyes fell to meet the sheer lace of my lingerie, as a look of prideful lust fell across his face.
“All this for me, love?” He said in the most taunting of tones.
I gave him a grin worthy of the devil, letting out a sultry giggle.
“You and only you, baby.”
You would’ve thought that Harry ate women out for a living, because the man got straight into it, immediately parting my folds with the tip of his tongue. Not missing a beat, he maneuvered my thighs to rest atop his shoulders, the slick dew of sweat forming where my bare skin met the fabric of his t-shirt.
I felt the burning pleasure build up in the depths of my body, getting bigger, better, closer to the first of what I could only imagine would be the first of many orgasms throughout the night.
“Fuck love, you taste so good.” Harry said in between breaths before diving right back in. He knew I was close. He had to. I was whimpering like crazy, barely able to keep any noise in. If this man was this good with his mouth, I could only imagine what it’d be like when his cock came into play.
The pleasure coursing through my body had met it’s max, and I felt the entrance to my slit contracting in sensationally stimulating pulses as the climax of my orgasm seeped out of my being and right into the warmth of Harry’s mouth.
This man was a god and eating pussy was his most dangerous weapon.
Harry looked up to meet my gaze, grinning like he was the devil himself.
“Not bad, huh?” He said in a sneeringly confident whisper, rising to stand tall before me. I shifted to sit up slightly, leaning back on my elbows as the man before brought his hands to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head in one swift motion. As the fabric uncovered his body, every inch of Harry’s deliciously glistening torso was revealed to my eyes. It was like being bathed in the presence of a Greek god.
“Tad hot in here, isn’t it, Love?” He said, smirking.
I sat up, moving my hands to the brass buckle
of his leather belt, in the most sultry of motions undoing it.
“Let me make you feel good.” I told him, practically begging.
I’d begun to unzip his jeans as his fingers met my chin, bringing my gaze up so I was forced to look him in the eye once more.
“Darling, I’d love nothing more than to give you a taste of me, but right now, all I want is to get inside of you, to really feel you.”
This was insane. This was unbelievable.
As he reached for a condom from the folds of his wallet, all I could think about was the fact that I was right here, right now, in the hands of who could only be the sexiest man alive.
He’s British. He has washboard abs. He-
Harry’s pants fell to swarm around his ankles, revealing the godly sized bulge covered by the cloth of his tight boxers.
Of fucking course, he’s got a big dick.
My ex was four and a half inches. My high school boyfriend was six. Harry was bigger than I’d ever seen, bigger than I’d ever had.
His gorgeously tanned hands pushed the boxers down, revealing the immaculate, ultimate prophet of his masculinity, inch by inch. This man was easily eight inches long, with a girth that I knew would just destroy me. I suddenly lost all intention of walking out of this room in the morning.
He’d barely yet entered me before I could already feel the burn, like a wildfire blazing through a forest. Harry’s hands reached out to tuck the loose strands of my soft hair behind the nooks of my ears, then fell to brush my supple breasts – squeezing ever so gently at the mammary tissue, as I let out a soft, yearning moan. One hand held my waist as the other gently pushed me down to lay back on the bed.
Harry’s lips met mine once more as he gracefully moved my body further back on the bed, my thighs perfectly encompassing his hips as we both felt the elephant in the room between us. His hand reached down to grasp his penis, rubbing the red, red tip at my entrance, applying just the slightest of pressure.
“Please Harry….I need you in me.”
“Whatever you say, darling.”
And that was when euphoria hit. Every inch of him entered me, pushing deeper, further, stretching me out more than I’d ever been before. This is what heaven felt like, it just had to be. I felt his hips rock back, him almost entirely exiting me, before a hard thrust once again rendered the pleasure that would fill me with each and every thrust he gave.
This couldn’t be real. This pleasure was far too good to even exist in the cruel world surrounding us. How could wars be so brutal, people be so evil, when pleasure could be so delicate, so enticing yet so immaculately, irreplaceably perfect?
Harry’s thrusts stayed constant, strong, and determined as his soul diving into mine lifted me higher, closer to my next climax of the night.
“Fuck me Harry.”
“Already doing that, love.” He said between ragged grunts. “Never fucked as pussy this devine, darling. You’re so tight for me”
“You’re just so big- fuck. Never had anyone as big as you.”
Harry grinned at that and I could practically feel the energy in his thrusts gain on me, hitting deeper, ramming my g-spot with everything he had. I let out a moan that his neighbors simply had to have heard.
“Fuck, angel baby. Louder for me.”
Of course this fucker would be hot for vocal girls.
“Darling, I’m so close right now. I want to come with you, are you there?”
He couldn’t have asked at any better time, as I was on the brink of glory.
“I’m right there baby, right there with you.”
It was that moment where my core exploded with more passion than I’d ever felt before. I could feel the thick milk of his seed fill me with warmth. His thrusts got slow, sloppy as his face was almost painful with pleasure.
He pulled out of me to plop down beside me on the bed.
“That was incredible. Are you hungry?”
#harry styles smut#harry styles#liam payne#louis tomlinson#zayn malik#niall horan#zayn is in japan#smut#sorry in advance#🫡#murica#edge of glory#lady gaga#bad romance#silly goofy#one direction
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Request for fem reader x Reese Wilkerson
Based on S4 E7 where Reese goes on a date with Allison (and technically Craig too) —> so instead it’s the reader and Reese going on the date with Crain tagging along but they all have a good time together :)
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Summary: Y/n and Reese have been looking forward to a concert for months. When they need a ride, their night takes an unexpected turn.
A/N: this was a little hard to do bc if I was Allison, i would've been so pissed if someone purposefully made me miss a concert i got (probably expensive) tickets for lol, but i tried my best :) Also there’s no pronouns for the reader but they’re referred to as Reese’s girlfriend. also F/A means favorite artist
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“Reese, I can’t believe you! Why couldn’t you have waited until after the concert to get your license suspended?” You asked, anger radiating off of you. Reese, being Reese, had gotten his license suspended for a few months after some dumb stunt he pulled. You didn’t even want to know what he did; it probably would have made you angrier.
“Don’t blame me, Y/n!” He threw his hands up, as if he couldn’t believe that you would be upset with him right now. “My public defender wouldn’t even try to use the insanity defense.”
“Yeah, because that totally would’ve worked.” You were only half sarcastic. Aware of all the things your boyfriend did, you wouldn’t be surprised if an insanity defense would actually work for him in court. Reese didn’t seem to pick up on the sarcastic tone.
“I know, right?”
“Can’t you get one of your parents to take us? Mine are working that night.” You two had to find a solution fast. You saved up so much money for these concert tickets that nothing could stop you from using them.
“I’ll ask. Don’t worry, Baby, there’s no way we’re missing this concert.” He kissed you to seal the deal, and the anger you had felt towards his recklessness washed away.
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“What do you mean, ‘Craig is our ride’?” You asked your boyfriend. It’s not that you had anything against Craig. He was just a character, to say the least.
“Babe, it’s the only way we can get to the concert. My dad’s car is in the shop, so he and Mom have to carpool to work.”
You sighed. You weren’t about to bite the hand that’s feeding you right now, but this was a less-than-ideal option.
“Okay, fine. It’s better than nothing.” Reese was about to speak, but you held up a hand and continued. “But if he starts acting weird, or weirder than normal, I should say, I’m getting out of the car. I don’t care if it’s still moving.”
“Deal.”
***
Two weeks later, you were waiting with Reese at his house to get picked up by Craig. You were wearing one of Reese’s jackets over your outfit to stay warm, and so Lois wouldn’t say anything about your appearance. You wanted to be a bit more dressed up, considering you and Reese were rarely able to go out to fun places by yourself.
When you two got into Craig’s car, you prepared yourself for the drive ahead. Craig seemed to be acting normal, or as normal as Craig could be. He made conversation with you and Reese as some nice music played in the background. It seemed like this would be a good night.
Until Craig passed the concert venue.
“Um, Craig, you just passed the concert.” You said, pointing out the window.
“Oh? I don’t think I did.” His tone seemed off, like he was hiding something.
“It said ‘F/A tonight!’ in the brightest lights I’ve ever seen.” You said, turning in your seat to watch as the venue shrunk to nothing as Craig kept driving away. “Craig, why aren’t you turning around?”
“Yeah, Craig, what the hell?” Reese said, staring him down from behind his seat. Craig shrugged, still driving.
“I’ve actually made some different plans for us.”
“But our plan was to go to the concert.” You said, starting to get angry.
“You can go to a concert any night, Y/n.”
“Not when this is the only night F/A is playing here for their tour!”
“Y/n, it’ll be okay.” Reese tried consoling you. The last thing he needed was for his girlfriend to kill their driver. You unbuckled your seatbelt and slid over to the middle seat to lean on Reese.
“I paid so much money for these tickets, Reese. I saved all that money for nothing.”
“Not nothing, Y/n,” Craig said, looking at you from the rearview mirror. “You can still make fun memories tonight! Now, I was thinking we’d start with a hayride. Then we have reservations at an Italian restaurant. After, we’ll finish the night off with a bonfire at the beach! How does that sound?”
You didn’t want to say anything; you were too upset. You’d probably say something rude, and this night would go even more south.
“We’re not getting out of this, are we?” You very quietly asked Reese. He sighed, which seemed to give you your answer. You put your head on his shoulder and looked at Craig in the mirror. “Fine.”
“Great!” Craig ignored that you were clearly unhappy with this.
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By the time you got to the hayride, you had calmed down a bit. Reese had promised to pay you back for the expensive tickets and that he’d try to find a way to get you to see F/A in concert before their tour ended, even if it took an out-of-state trip. It warmed your heart that he knew how much this night meant to you.
The hayride was very pleasant, even though you still held some resentment for Craig. But at least he was paying for everything. It felt like a retribution in a way.
The dinner at the Italian restaurant was absolutely delicious. Having some food in you calmed you down some more.
Now, all three of you were enjoying a bonfire at the beach.
“I can’t believe I’m saying it, but I’m actually having a kind of good time.” You muttered as you roasted a marshmallow. Craig had a bright smile at the comment. “But I’m still pissed about the concert.” His smile dimmed slightly, but he still seemed to be having fun.
“Craig, we’re gonna miss our curfew,” Reese said as he looked at his watch. Your boyfriend was seemingly madder about the night than you were now.
“Oh, Reese, there’s no curfew on a night like this.” Reese groaned, leaning on you as he pulled his marshmallow off its stick. You two watched Craig as he pulled a ukulele from behind his chair, starting to sing some tunes.
“I’m sorry about tonight, Y/n,” Reese whispered to you before eating his marshmallow, shoving a graham cracker and a piece of chocolate in his mouth. You smiled at your boyfriend’s actions. Reese always felt making smores in your mouth was more efficient and less messy. When he was done eating his smore, he spoke again. “I wanted this to be the best date you’ve ever been on. We were gonna go to the concert, have fun with your friends, and then go to that restaurant you like to go to when we go out of town. And then we’d make it back with enough time for me to drop you off at home without worrying about missing curfew.”
You almost frowned. Reese had been upset both for you and because the night had gone in a way that neither of you wanted. But you still smiled because even though he could be a dumb brute, he could be so thoughtful. You kissed his forehead.
“It’s okay, Reese. I mean, it’s not okay that we couldn’t do what we wanted to do. But at least we had to endure this together.” He nodded in agreement, and you continued. “I’m glad I didn’t jump out of the car.”
“Me too. I would’ve been pissed if you made me have to do all this with Craig alone.”
“You know I can hear you guys, right?”
#reese wilkerson x reader#reese wilkerson#malcolm in the middle x reader#malcolm in the middle#agaypanic
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Thread: I have an idea
Tubalover (OP): I have an idea but I need to know how cool @Phantom (MOD) the real Phantom is with fake dating before I say it.
Phantom (MOD): I’m okay with fake dating fakeout makeouts whatever but I have standards.
Tubalover (OP): I said I need the rela phantom.
Phantom (MOD): How do you know I’m not the real Phantom?
Tubalover (OP): He uses better punctuation.
The Smart Twin: Incredibly, I think she’s right?
Thecooltwin: Lol and you call youreself the smart one y didn’t you notice this
Phantom (MOD): Like my counterpart said, I’m fine with fake dating, but I do have standards.
Tubalover (OP): GREAT. So the idea is that in every shot of the Investigators we get someone to make out in the background so they can’t air it.
Lovetheshow: don’t most shows have kissing in them?
Tubalover (OP): Maybe. But do they have GAY kissing? Background of every shot we have a gay couple or lesbian couple. They’re a national show right? Noway they can put it up. And if they film you you can just grab a buddy and kiss them.
Roswell’s Child: I bet @West of West would LOVE to get in on this
tubahater: despite my hate for tubas I love you, yet desptie my love for you, I have to ask: do you know what a ‘live’ means when applied to a TV show?
CasperQueen: Girl this has got to be the most convoluted plan I’ve ever seen to avoid asking out a crush.
12th Knight: To be frank, if I heard that an episode of an on-site reality television show was pulled because there were too many gay people kissing in the background, I would be more tempted to visit, not less.
Tubalover (OP): Everyone shut up.
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Thread: What ARE Phantom’s standards?
Point25Back (OP): What are Phantom’s standards for fake dating someone? Asking for a friend who’s too shy.
Phantom (MOD): i like girls that can beat me aup and buffcomputer ners
Phantom (MOD): THAT WASN’T ME! THAT WASN’T ME! @The Cooler Phantom IF WE WEREN’T ALREADY DEAD I WOULD KILL YOU.
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Thread: Weird at my gym
GET-GAINS (OP): Anyone know why we got so many teenagers trying to get gym memberships at the Body Shop all of a sudden?
My Hair: You don’t want to know.
12th Knight: I certainly wish I didn’t.
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Thread: Possible solutions for the Investigation
Photosynthesis (MOD) (OP): I and the other mods don’t have great ideas for the other two at the moment, but as far as the ‘investigators’ go, I think we might be able to scam them by showing them obviously fake ghosts. Cheap Halloween decorations, hoaky effects, people giggling in the background, that kind of thing. Thing is, to cover all the places they might go, we’re going to need a lot of people and a lot of materials. I’d like to hear other people’s thoughts on this, and if they’d be willing to pitch in.
Point25Back: that’s easy, just get [EDITED BY MOD] to do all of it. his haunted house room sucked so hard that [EDITED BY MOD]
[@Point25back has been banned for two (2) days.]
Pharaoh (MOD): @Photosynthesis (MOD) I’m begging you to just let me permaban him.
Photosynthesis (MOD): I’m loath to ban someone with that much roid rage and that much access to your meat body. But to stay on topic, we can’t just force one person to do this. It’s too much work.
12th Knight: When you say ‘roid rage,’ that’s rhetorical, right?
12th Knight: @Photosynthesis (MOD) Right?
Roswell’s Child: idk groups like this usually come prepped to fake their own ghosts. Its like the moon landing
Photosynthesis (MOD): Here we go. I guess it was too much to hope for an actually productive thread.
Phantom (MOD): The moon landing was not faked!
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Thread: But what if Roswell’s Child has a point?
Bog Mummy (OP): I’m not talking about the moon thing, but about that old post where she was trying to make out that a certain someone who won’t be named because I don’t want to be banned was a cryptid. What if we put that certain someone in a bad Phantom cosplay and chuck him in front of Cryptid Crawl/Crawly/whatever his/her/their/whatever name is. Make CC think that it was always part of the ghost scam.
passthemike: Crawly is they/them.
Phantom (MOD): Actually, I like this idea.
Phantom (MOD): I think there might be some tech we can get from Fentonworks to make it more realistic too.
Passthemike: So who’s going to do it?
Roswell’s Child: I nominate @West of West
Roswell’s Child: No wait wait amigos @Phantom (MOD) sohuld do it can you imagine
Pharaoh (MOD): @Phantom (MOD) You should do it. Alive you, I mean.
ashtree: OMG that would be epic and so ironic
Bog Mummy (OP): Roswell you might be a genius just for this.
CasperQueen: Please. As if he could capture even a fraction of Phantom’s natural charisma.
ashtree: That’s the point lol
Bog Mummy (OP): Think about it. What would be lamer that some random loser kid running a hoax for some random loser town for tourism points.
Phantom (MOD): Gee thanks. (I think.)
Roswell’s Child: And think about whow west is gonna react. Thisll be epic amigos.
Photosynthesis (MOD): Don’t let it go to your head.
Phantom (MOD): But didn’t you want me for that other thing? The one we were talking about in the chat?
Pharaoh (MOD): No way. This is much funnier.
West of West: ARE YOU ******* KIDDING ME
Pharaoh (MOD): See what I mean?
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Mod Chat
Phantom (MOD): Okay. So. How are we going to divide this up?
Phantom (MOD): I’m thinking we take the GGBE and try and get everyone else to distract the other guys, since the GGBE are the most actively dangerous ones.
Phrontist (MOD): I don’t know how I feel about you directly interacting with people who want to kill you.
Phantom (MOD): Technically they don’t want to kill me.
Phrontist (MOD): We don’t have to do all that much with them, anyway, do we? They already know that there are ghosts. Can’t we just… I don’t know, hack into their cameras or something?
Pharaoh (MOD): Yeah, I’ve been working on it in between banning you know who.
Phrontist (MOD): Sorry…
Phantom (MOD): I’m less worried about whatever videos they have and more worried about them steamrolling other people. Or running in front of the investigation or cryptid guys while they’re filming.
Photosynthesis (MOD): Ugh yeah. I’ve been lurking the hunter forums, and one guy there said he’d gottne mauled by the tiger at some point.
Phantom (MOD): Oh yeah, I think that happened to Lance Thunder, too.
Photosynthesis (MOD): It’s incredibly unethical for them to even have a tiger. Who’s letting them keep it after it’s mauled two people???
Photosynthesis (MOD): Do you think we could call animal control on them?
Photosynthesis (MOD): I’m going to go hop over to the city services forums.
Pharaoh (MOD): Good luck.
Pharaoh (MOD): But, yeah, I think that you being a distraction for the GGBE is a good call. How are going to handle it?
Phantom (MOD): I was thinking I could lead them out to that old industrial park and then play hide and seek. Or maybe let them stay in the city, but whenever they got too close to something or too destructive, I’d show up and lead them away? And you guys can spot me and run interference.
Phrontist (MOD): I guess that if you have to, that would be the way to do it.
Phantom (MOD): Thanks for the ringing endorsement, sis.
Phantom (MOD): Okay NOW what are we doing.
Phantom (MOD): I mean, if I’m running around disguised as myself, I can’t very well be distracting the blasters.
Photosynthesis (MOD): Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out.
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Thread: Videos and music?
Roswell’s Child (OP): I have some epic videos of my cousing reacting and also UFOs but I can’t upload them. Is that feature coming anytime soon????? I’d love to do it. cYou mods do it sometimes and I want to shareeeeeeeee!!
Photosynthesis (MOD): Mod Pharaoh would usually answer these, but he’s busy right now, so you’re stuck with tech unsavvy me. It’s my understanding that video hosting takes a lot of space. Space takes money. We… don’t have a lot of that, so we restrict video capability to Advice Blog posts hosted on our home servers. If your video isn’t of a sensitive subject, you can upload it to another video hosting site and then link it. However, be aware that the GIW does monitor internet traffic from Amity Park and has been known to take down ghost-related videos and other information, and even seize the physical equipment such videos are stored on. Also, mods may remove links to videos that are bigoted or explicit.
merknlurk: i hate living in this ******* dystopian country
merknlurk: can’t even swear without getting censored
Photosynthesis (MOD): @merknlurk Suck it up and make your own secret website that the government won’t shut down, then.
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Thread: An idea 🎂🍰
⭐MENU⭐MAVEN⭐: I have the most 🍪💟delicious💟🍪 idea for how to distract the 👻🔫s, children. It’s quite obvious that anyone who is going around doing these things did not receive proper NUTRITION 🧂 🥓 🥚 🍳 🧇 🥞 🍞 🥐 🥨 🥯 🥖 🧀 🥗 🥙 🥪 🌮 🌯 🍗 🍖 🥩 🍠 🥟 🥝 🥥 🍇 🍈 🍉 🍊 🍋 🍌 🍍 🥭 🍎 🍏 🍐 🍑 🍒 🍓 🍅 🍆 🌽 🌶 🍄 🥑 🥒 🥬 🥦 🥔 🧄 🧅 🥕 growing up. THEREFORE the only logical option is to bake a giant 🎂. I will of course supply my expertise.
FootballPoet: Wait, dude, how did you get emojis?
TECHNUS (MODEST OF MODS): нⷩAͣ! Iͥᴛⷮ IͥS͛ Iͥ,̓ ᴛⷮEͤCͨнⷩNUͧS͛,̓ MⷨAͣS͛ᴛⷮEͤRͬ OͦF AͣLL ᴛⷮнⷩIͥNGS͛ EͤLEͤCͨᴛⷮRͬOͦNIͥCͨ AͣNDͩ ВⷡEͤEͤРⷬIͥNG! Iͥ ВⷡEͤCͨAͣMⷨEͤ AͣWAͣRͬEͤ OͦF YOͦUͧRͬ VͮIͥDͩEͤOͦ-̄LAͣCͨᴋⷦIͥNG S͛ᴛⷮAͣᴛⷮEͤ AͣNDͩ нⷩAͣVͮEͤ AͣРⷬРⷬLIͥEͤDͩ MⷨY EͤXͯРⷬEͤRͬᴛⷮIͥS͛Eͤ ᴛⷮOͦ MⷨAͣᴋⷦEͤ ᴛⷮнⷩIͥS͛ AͣРⷬРⷬ РⷬOͦРⷬ OͦFF GOͦVͮEͤRͬNOͦRͬ!
tubahater: Is this some kind of joke?
Tubalover: What the heck did I just read?
Valorous1: Is that a ghost? Is that a ghost? Since when are ghosts on here? @MOD are you going to do anything about this?
The Cooler Phantom: ghost s have leays been here val u no that
Valorous1: I didn’t mean you, you’re different.
12th Knight: Regardless of whether or not there are ghosts on here in general, isn’t Technus the one who wrecked the computer lab at the high school last month?
Phantom (MOD): As long as they aren’t hurting anyone, I don’t really care.
Pharaoh (MOD): @Valorous1 I can only handle one crisis at a time and I’ve got at least four. Deal.
Cynosure: @Pharaoh (MOD) So, that’s the paranormal people, the guy who keeps unbanning himself, these guys, and what else?
Phantom (MOD): What three isn’t enough for you? Let the guy have his rhetorical device.
Pharaoh (MOD): I’ve got a paper due at school.
My Hair!: You’re in school? Please tell me you’re talking about the community college.
Phantom (MOD): Oh ancients I forgot I’m going to die.
My Hair!: You’re in school?
My Hair!: Phantom?
nobineryginger: hey if we can get back on track i’m really into this cake idea like yum
Locker724: Yeah! This plan sounds like the bee’s knees!
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