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tumblingdowntheway2019 · 9 months

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Master List Here!!

Because it has yet to be told what Zelda did or felt exactly during her time in the past, other than learning with Sonia as her mentor about her powers, spending time with Mineru for studying and what we see in flashbacks, I decided to have some fun and make a huge list of Head Canons about her time in the past. Enjoy!! (Under cuts for spoilers and not taking up your feeds space.)

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1. After the initial introduction between the Past King and Queen of Hyrule, Zelda fainted. It was Sonia who was able to catch her as she fell forward and noticed the plume of Gloom eminating off of Zelda.

2. With the use of the Light Power from Rauru and some Sundelions used in their herbal medicines, Zelda was as right as rain by the next day. She would explain the events leading up to her being sent to the past and how Link took the brunt of the Gloom, but her adrenaline rush meant that she didn't notice that it got her as well, just enough for her to feel feverish and drained.

3. This had also lead her to be near inconsolable during her first few hours there as she was worried sick for the people of her home, especially for Link.

4. The only way she was able to calm down was thanks to Sonia. She promised that she would teach her to control and understand her powers, more so the Time Powers as Zelda currently has the Secret Stone in her possession.

5. Zelda had offered to give the stone back on many occasions upon learning that it bore the same etchings as Sonia's, so it must have been hers originally. But Sonia, again reiterating that she sensed her and Rauru's power within Zelda, trusted her to keep a hold of it, even making the necklace we see her wear.

6. Zelda had actually borrowed one (1) Sonia's old dresses from when she was younger, until her own outfit was ready by the Tailor Construct.

7. Zelda had felt uncomfortable with it at first as it reminded her of her time praying to the Goddess, Hylia, for her to grant Zelda her abilities that came too late to make a difference over a hundred (100) years ago.

8. Sonia understood and apologised, she understood what it meant to do such a rigourous task, as she had to do the same for her Time Powers. It was easier but still unpleasant.

9. This was when Zelda started to realise that it was nice to be understood from her point of view. The conversation even made her forget she was wearing the dress.

10. The Tailor Construct had Zelda's outfit ready within a couple of days and this is the outfit we see in the game.

11. Time with Rauru had been the same, he told stories of his youth. The difficulty he had when he learned of his light powers and his Zonai heritage and the expectations of living up to that, especially now that he was a King.

12. Now comfortable, it was time to meet Mineru, who had been keeping tabs on Zelda via Sonia and Rauru. She had done some studying on how to help the stranger who claims to be from the future. It would give her a break from creating her Golum Construct after all.

13. It didn't take very long for Mineru to believe Zelda, as seen in the her flashback. Shiekha were not commonly seen at this point in time, considered an Urban Legend. So to see the Purah Pad and their symbols on it, it was without a doubt that Zelda is telling the truth.

14. After their meeting, Mineru offered Zelda the opportunity to use her library should she ever want to. Even if it's not searching for a way back home. The door is always open. Zelda did about a week into her stay there.

15. There was no doubt now that they were related, Rauru and Sonia found them hunched over a load of books and papers as they were talking about possible attachments for the new Golum Construct.

16. "Ok hear me out, anything. You can detach what you don't want. Fans on your back for speed, rockets, gliders. And cannons for each arms!" Aaaannnnd they've been hooked on the possible combinations and what the battery consumption would be ever since and missed the evening bell for dinner.

17. They had to be dragged out. Zelda being over Rauru's shoulder as he held Mineru around the waist to drag her. Zelda was like a confused kitten at that point. Sonia had seen this many times between the Zonai siblings but now their descendant? She couldn't stop chuckling at the thought of it now.

18. When Zelda had learned about the Zonai Diving Ceremony, she had eagerly asked Mineru what it was. The answer? "That's how I found out about that I can separate my Spirit from my body, I swear!"

19. Rauru offered to take her to one (1) of the sites for the Diving Ceremony, while also backing up Mineru's claim. It had been a running joke since their childhood. She even learned that Sonia got to try it as well and that what made her eager to try it out.

20. She immediately began regretting it as soon as they were at the location. She knew it involved diving into water. But not from THOUSANDS OF FEET!!

21. Sonia, with her own sky diving outfit, did not hesitate to jump as she charged off the edge, finding it funny how Zelda yelled "WHAT IN THE NAME OF HYLIA-" before the winds cut off the rest of her sentence as she decended to the pool below at high speeds with a loud "WOOHOO!"

22. As Rauru explained more about how it was the Zonai Tradition that allowed them to prove their courage and enter adulthood, Zelda couldn't keep her gaze off of how casually Mineru walked to the edge, seeing how far down her sister in-law had gone before turning around.

23. She then proceeded to lean and fall backwards off the edge. Arms folded and everything. Zelda gasped at the sight before running to the edge to see that Mineru had turned to dive properly. But not before giving her a little wave while doing so.

24. Rauru couldn't help but laugh at the reaction, remembering his childhood as he watched the others partake in this challenge. He offered Zelda to hop onto his back so she won't be left up there since the others jumped before he did. Zelda agreed. Link does this all the time, surely she can face the challenge no problem. It's a straight down fall, no obstacles.

25. "M-move ov-over Mineru, I-I-I declare myself the new Sage of Spirit!" Zelda declared with her jittery and shaky voice as she had a death grip on the stone of the waters edge. The adrenaline rush was marvelous and she felt alive, but not eager to do it herself anytime soon. She think she lost her spirit halfway down, no idea, don't care, let's do it again.

26. She dives with everyone a few times before she decided to finally do so herself. Sonia had promised to be with her should anything happen. Zonai were built for this sort of thing, so a fellow Hylian brave enough to literally dive head first, not even seconds upon arriving might Zelda add, is comforting.

27. After confirming she knows what to do, and that Sonia's time powers can recall her if need be, they await for Zelda to jump.

28. Thirty (30) seconds. Not bad. The experienced did it in half the time but Zelda still beat the thirty-five (35) second record. This, actually made Zelda anxious.

29. The First Royalty were very concerned at this. It was then they learned that Rhoam had always expected Zelda to push herself to do things perfectly. To always out do the opponent and if you couldn't do it, it was deemed worthless and to get back to studying and unlocking her powers. She was afraid that they would scold her for not getting the record broken. That she wasn't worthy of trying again after being told how to and practiced with them so many times.

30. Well now, that wouldn't do, it took a little convincing, but the Trio assured the young Princess that it had taken them many attempts to even just jump from that height. Rauru especially because he always had Mineru to care for him. If she wasn't comfortable jumping, she doesn't have to. Or they could jump with her, they don't mind, they've done it before.

31. Zelda gathers herself for a few moments before deciding to jump with them. Eventually getting the hang of it to jump herself. The Zonai had allowed her to grip onto their backs due to their height, so now Sonia had the task of teaching her how to do it on her own. Even taking off her gear to prove a point.

32. This is when Zelda came to truly appreciate the experience. The thrill of having the wind blow through her hair, freefalling and diving towards to water below. She felt free in this moment. Whooping and cheering with pure joy as she had beaten the her own record by a couple of seconds.

33. The three (3) chuckled as Zelda didn't even wait for them after finding out that if she beat the twenty-five (25) second record, that a piece of skydiving equipment was a reward. Seeing Sonia wear the whole outfit made her determined.

34. Zelda finally completed the Courage Island Dive and got this shirt to prove it.

35. She did not do the other two (2) however cause way too many obstacles to do without a paraglider...and a few fairies...yeah she'll stick to the ground thank you very much. For now anyway.

36. Sonia mentioned how it's after the diving that's her favourite part. Zelda didn't know why until they were drying themselves off.

37. Oh Hylia, Zonai are super fluffy!! She knew that their body was all fur but it still caught her by surprise at how fluffed up they've gotten when they dried themselves. She couldn't help but reach out to Rauru's ear to feel it.

38. She quickly backed off when she realised what she was doing when the King looked at her. He just chuckled and said he didn't mind, Sonia did it all the time.

39. It was also the first time Zelda had seen Mineru with her ears going downwards. And couldn't stop laughing when she made a sassy comment and Rauru response was to shake the remaining water in his head, soaking her again.

40. All in all, it was a fun day for Zelda and made her more excited to learn their culture and language.

41. Each of the Trio had their own job when with Zelda. Sonia taught her how to control her Recall abilities. Rauru taught her the political and job part of being a royal as well as understanding more of her light powers despite hers being stronger due to her being the reincarnation of Hylia. And Mineru taught her the language of the Zonai, their history and technology.

42. They had no set timetable for this. Zelda was free to learn whichever she wishes to learn on whatever day, so long as she informs them before hand. It was no suprise that she spent just a bit more time with Mineru. It reminded her of her time with Purah, Robbie and Impah.

43. One (1) day, while they were studying more into what could help Zelda on what could return her to her time, her arm accidentally brushed against Mineru's ear while she was in a ladder to get a book. That was how she found out that on instinct, a Zonai's ear would flatten against their head. (Inspired by a gif of Zelda and Mineru I saw here but can't find anymore. If you see it, I commented on it, please let me know. 😭😅)

44. This has become a fun way to get her attention when she is mostly distracted in reading.

45. Zelda would also just place her head on top of Mineru's, similar with how Sonia does it with Rauru, cause fluffy. Mostly when she is sleeping or bored and this gets her attention, though she had to be higher up to do so.

46. Rauru had introduced Zelda to the leaders of the Zora, Rito and Goron and a Gerudo Warrior who has been working close with them since she left the Gerudo Desert years ago. She reminded Zelda an awful lot like Urbosa and Riju.

47. While still under the guise of just being a close relative staying with them, Zelda would retell stories of her companions. Often accidentally upsetting herself but thankfully most of those memories were happy ones that long made her no longer cry.

48. She even gave some advice on medicine and techniques from her time, that may have unintentionally ended up being passed down to their descendants and back to Zelda, only for this loop to happen again.

49. Sonia often walks with Zelda outside of the castle grounds, teaching her more about her Recall ability, reminiscing of how she and Rauru met as children, how Mineru was often protective of her little brother due to the fact that she mainly raised him, how to put on their body paint and wash it off, essentially the mother Zelda longed for after the death of her own and Urbosa.

50. Zelda was often found in the Library, on occasion sleeping there because she wanted a way home soon, but not as urgently as before and using this opportunity to learn more to help those in her time.

51. She and Sonia were caught mimicking the Zonai one (1) time. Mineru had left her her head piece in her office, and Zelda originally impersonated Purah, which Sonia responded by mimicking Rauru in their make belief argument about the use of a floating stone, then the Zonai walked in as Zelda mimicked Mineru in the best sounding wise voice she can, and both turned red when caught by them laughing at the door. The headpiece falling onto Zelda's face as it was a little too big for her.

52. It wouldn't be the first time that Rauru and Sonia found random plaits in their hair after sitting back to back with Zelda. Sonia and Zelda often play around with Rauru's, adding flower decoration and ribbons or helping him get knots out of it in general. Sonia even mentioned how Mineru's reminded her of a brightbloom seed, to which the latter just leaned over and said "she's not wrong."

#tears of the kingdom #loz tears of the kingdom #princess zelda #mineru #queen sonia #king rauru #legend of zelda tears of the kingdom #legend of zelda #totk headcanons #rauru #Sonia

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changingplumbob · 3 months

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Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

#I'm so tired right now #So very tired #I talk so much when I write #So decided to #ramble ramble ramble

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ejzah · 9 months

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The Agent and the Fireman, Part 13

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After a week of light duty, Deeks was deemed fit enough to return to full capacity, which meant he was split between consulting and assisting with active fires when a unit was short handed.

In the absence of James McHenry and any new arson cases with his M.O, Deeks had a fair amount of down time with NCIS, which mostly consisted of weighing in on various aspects of arson paraphernalia. One of these discussions resulted in an entertaining debate between him and Sam that lasted for more than an hour. In the end, Sam had ceded to Deeks’ interpretation with grudging respect.

She obviously enjoyed having Deeks around, and the rest of the team seemed to appreciate his insight and company (more so than any other outsider they’d ever had to liaise with), but she could tell the case was beginning to wear on everyone. As they rolled into their third week without any leads, pressure to either solve the case or move on started coming from above and the tension in the office was rising..

Late on Saturday, Kensi and Deeks were set up in the bullpen, poring over every record they could dig up on James McHenry, which wasn’t much in the last 15 years.

Nell and Eric had already researched most of it, until they were called away to help out the FBI on a case. So Kensi and Deeks had picked up the slack while they were out. Unfortunately, James had minimal interaction with most of his family and acquaintances and interviews had gone nowhere. His already paper thin digital footprint had gone completely silent too.

“This is making me long for clean up duty,” Deeks sighed, leaning back in his chair to rub his eyes with both hands. When he brushed his hair back, Kensi saw the bottom edge of thin pink scar, the remnant of one his now healed facial cuts. He pulled his hands up through his hair, bangs flopping back into place, and covering the scar once more. While his eyes were still closed, Kensi snuck a glance at the snug fit of his dark blue button down, made even tighter as he stretched.

“That’s not saying much, you seem to like cleaning. You offer to every time you set foot in my apartment,” she pointed out, taking one final look before Deeks opened his eyes.

She pushed back from her side of the desk, eyes set on the coffee pot across the room. It was hideous compared to the iced lattes Deeks had been spoiling her with, but it would get her through the next couple hours.

“That’s because you have a concerning level of mess in your apartment and I don’t want you to get buried alive someday—”

Deeks paused to grin as she turned around with an outraged gasp.

“—but I do find vacuuming and laundry calming.”

“Oh good, because I haven’t done laundry in a month and I’m really short on socks,” Kensi said, returning with a mug of coffee dosed with a healthy amount of creamer.

She was pretty sure she should feel more self-conscious about sharing that part of her life—she had in the past with men she’d dated, but for some reason she didn’t care so much with Deeks. Maybe it was because the first time Deeks had seen her disaster of a living room, head teased her about it, and then treated her exactly the same as before.

“Ah, now I see why you went after me; you could sense my tendency for tidiness.”

“You figured me out,” Kensi quipped, drinking half her coffee before she could truly taste while Deeks a took a single swallow and grimaced at the flavor, then took another sip for good measure.

Kensi hid her smile in response to his antics in her cup.

“Ok, so we’ve established that James hasn’t interacted with his sister in years unless they’re using carrier pigeon,” Deeks said, grabbing a hefty file and moving it to his left.

“And outside of one phone call last year, he hasn’t been in contact with him mother,” Kensi continued, handing over another file.

They were silent for a few minutes, Deeks painstakingly reading through the notes Nell and Eric had left behind. “What does this say?” He held up a purple post it with a three different dollar amounts listed with a scrawled note.

Kensi squinted at it from an angle.

“That looks like Nell’s handwriting. She must have been in a hurry.” Taking it from Deeks, she stared at the note for several more seconds. “Edith McHenry withdrew over a $1000 each month for last April, May, and June, but on a different day. Did Nell leave any other notes?”

“No.” Deeks shook his head, but there was a sudden light in his eyes, that had Kensi straightening up. “But when I checked, she’s made this withdrawal almost every month for two years straight, on the same day,” he said, holding up several sheets of financial data.”

“Yes?”

“So, the 10th is three days from now,” Deeks said with a significant nod. “And all these withdrawals have been in person, likely to avoid leaving a paper trail.”

“Which means she has to drop it off somewhere,” Kensi whispered.

“Exactly.” He shrugged. “I mean, could be that she’s hiding some other activity, but—”

“It’s the best lead we’ve had in weeks,” Kensi interrupted. “This is good.” She tilted her head, eyeing him fondly. “It’s a shame you’re such a sexy fireman, because you’d make a damn good agent.”

“Just wait til you see me clean up the kitchen after a house dinner,” Deeks joked, making her snort and roll her eyes.

“C’mon, let’s tell Sam and Callen what we found,” she said.

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A/N: We’re making a little progress towards the end, and as always, this is almost certainly rife with inaccuracies. Remember, this story is all about the flirting and Fireman Deeks.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #firefighter Deeks #Deeks is hot #fireman au #romance #the agent and the fireman #part 13 #ejzah fanfiction

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saltygilmores · 1 year

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 13 ("A Tisket A Tasket") Part 5, I Give Up

Just for funsies here's Jess calling Dean an idiot and Idiot admitting it.

Before I continued to slog through this absolutely mind numbing DALA (Dean and Lorelai Affair) episode, I uttered 6 words that I hope won't come back to bite me in the ass: "This can't possibly get any worse." Ahahahahahaha. There are 14 minutes left in the episode. I'm fucked. I've been on this one way too long and I'm determined to finish this. I'm just going to enjoy this Literati on a Bridge break. I'm going to my happy place where Dean doesn't exist and Rory is an orphan because Lorelai (and Chrisopher) don't exist and every episode is just 45 minutes of this.

"I'm so much happier here." R: "Why were you screwing with Dean an hour ago but you're suddenly being nice to me?" J: "Well it's the screwing with Dean that's an important step to getting here so I could be nice to you."

Ugh he took the fucking Quarter On A String so now I have to suffer through that fucking Lost and Found episode. God damn it Mariano! Why are the pretty ones always so dumb?

Did I mention that he is so pretty. I'm legally obligated to say that at least twice per Jess Episode. After Rory and Jess part ways, we cut to Rory returning home with a bag from the bookstore and Lorelai immediately shifts full gear into Weirdly Suspicious & Passive Aggressive Mode. When Rory admits she visited a bookstore and had a slice of pizza with Jess (oh the horror!) then goes to her room, Lorelai immediately shuffles her passive aggressive, suspicious little feet right in after her. 90% of the time that Lorelai and Rory meet to talk on their couch after Rory has just departed from the company of Dean or Jess, especially at night or at the end of the episode, it means Lorelai is about to dish out some horrible, horrible wisdom/life coaching. The Couch is where we have witnessed many classic mother-daughter bonding moments, such as the time Lorelai asked Rory to make sure Jess got his rabies shots before she slept with him. Ah, the couch.

Mmmm yep. *collects money*

SIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH. Here we go. I think it was the great Michael Scott who once said, Why are you the way you are? Honestly, every time I try to enjoy something fun or exciting, you make it...not that. I hate so much about the things that you choose to be.

Ya know, I stan Rory more and more lately with how she stands up for Jess. Sorry your mom's a bitch. How many more tmes I can rant into The Void about Lorelai's unhealthy grudge with Jess? How many more times can I point out that Lorelai has only had one prolonged interaction with Jess, while she's known Dean twice as long and he's been rude and used a condescending tone of voice with her many times, including the first time they met (on Willy Wonka night) and it literally just happened again moments ago. It's just mindblowing to me how she will not let this FUCKING GO and SIXTEEN years later in AYITL when she is married to his uncle she is STILL making digs at him over him being rude to her when he was 17, joking about how he should have a baseball thrown at his head.

I honestly don't think I could love Rory Gilmore more at this point. Bless her rationality and sweet heart and cute rose sweater that looks like a swirl of that strawberry icing you squeeze over instant oatmeal. Are you witnessing a historical moment right now? The birth of a Rory Stan? Sort of. It won't last forever, but since I won't go past season 4 anymore, then yes.

The "things she's seen and heard" are just her regurgitating what Dean told her 5 minutes ago. LOL. She just took this kid's word as gospel, without even questioning it. The DALA is so fucked up, man! Lorelai is way too concerned with the lives of teenage boys! If Dean told Lorelai to jump off a bridge would she do it?

I really wish this were my gritty unrated Gilmore Girls spinoff titled The Hollow because I would have someone on this show actually acknowledge that Jess is honestly something of a miracle. His father abandoned him as a newborn, he had a tumultuous, negligent, inconsistent, possibly even abusive upbringing. His mother drank while she was pregnant with him. He grew up watching unsavory men in his mother's life circle in and out like a revolving door (according to Liz The Worst, one of them even died). Yet he doesn't turn to any real crime, drugs, alcohol, or even sex (okay, well bless his heart he tries there but people seem to cockblock him at every turn). HE SKIPS SCHOOL TO WORK AT WALMART. In real life kids like that are really lucky if the worst path they go down after that kind of chilhood merely involves them stealing loose change from an old fucknugget like Taylor Doose who deserves to be stolen from anyway. That bridge should have been fixed 10 years ago. Here's some of the train wreck. There were no survivors.

If Dean needs someone to talk to that badly he can get a diary or a dog or a sock puppet or like, one fucking friend his own age. I think half of the issues of this show could be solved if these people had more friends. Can't Taylor Doose swing some kind of town wide Bid-A-Friend Auction? Or emotional support animals?

Sure but like, did you ever stop to think that you and Dean are actually his only "enemies" and it's completely one sided because he couldn't care less about you, and also, your enemy is a 17 year old boy and you're a full grown adult lmao. Crazy lady. I wonder how Jess feels knowing he's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to a town full of boring nobodies who will go nowhere and do nothing while he will eventually makes millions of dollars from his best selling novels that get turned into blockbuster movies. Maybe someone will even make a movie about his life. I'm going to think about who could play Milo/Jess in a movie about himself while Lorelai yammers on and remains in denial about how insane she is. What do you think? Lorelai says Rory is "So young and naive, so nice and gives everyone a chance"; what she's really saying is "Jess doesn't deserve a chance, not even from you." I stoppped watching at this point and only skimmed a few more seconds. I saw that Rory stormed off, Lorelai and Rory fight over it at FND, Emily is confused, Lorelai says "I didn't like Dean at first because I didn't know him, I don't like Jess because I know him." You know what, there are times when this show starts to get my under my skin so much that I’m just not enjoying it and there’s no point in finishing the episode. In conclusion, Lorelai sucks and ruins everything and my number one Hill To Die On will continue being that Dean and Lorelai are sleeping together because there is no other logical explanation possible for why she talks about him like this. Goodnight!

Edit: guys, sorry that I was so enraged with Lorelai The Worst that I managed to gloss over the fact that Rory and Jess went on a Book Shopping and Pizza PRE-DATE 😍😍😍😍 THEIR FIRST ONE!

In my Gilmore Girls spinoff The Hollow we would see every minute of every Pizza and Book date and pre-date I promise you this 🥰 No skimping!

#gilmore girls #denise rewatches gilmore girls #gilmore girls season 2 #a tisket a tasket #a-tisket a-tasket #literati #rory gilmore #jess mariano #Lorelai Gilmore #ARRRRRGHHH #RAGE #BUT A PRE DATE #I CANT WAIT FOR THEIR HOT DOGS AND RECORD SHOPPING PRE-DATE

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Fifteen

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader !!!

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader(Bestie)

Wanda Maximoff x Vision (HS exes)

Wanda Maximoff x Carol Danvers (Wives)

Monica Rambeau x Fem!Reader(Divorced)

Misery x Fem!Reader

Sad Beautiful Tragic (MW x Taylor Swift Series)

High School AU

Next Half

Once your phone goes off, you reach out to shut it down, but the face illuminating your screen tells you that ignoring the call won't work well in your favor.

"Good evening sunshine!!! Piet and I will be by tomorrow at four to pick you up..." Your bestfriend, and business partner gleefully announces through the phone.

"Do I have to go?" You whined like a petulant child, as you pulled your blanket over your head in an attempt to block out the moonlight.

"Yes, now stop asking! We're going to show up looking fine as hell, and shove our success in all of their faces."

"Wands, sweetheart, with all do respect, I'm a divorcee, nearing her late twenties with nothing but a business to my name and a cat at home to give my love to. We both also know that Mr. Mittens would kill me if given the chance, so really what am I left with to show off...?"

"You have me, I love you, and most days I don't wish to kill you.."

"Well, I can't exactly show off my best friend, now can I?"

"You can though, Carol's going to be out of town, my parents will have Christina and Jackson, and I don't have social media so no one has to know the truth."

You giggle quietly to yourself at the mention of the beloved twins, the same ones that she named after a Grey's Anatomy binge session that took place as she was on bedrest. Carol's protests fell on deaf ears, and her glare fell upon you as you vehemently stood by Wanda's side.

"Me knowing is bad enough, plus I'm sure Monica will be there with her new husband, so she'd know too. I'd rather just show up as the pathetic loser who's so emotionally stunted by her first love, that she failed to move on."

"Nooo pity partying Y/N/N..." She tiredly singsongs, her Sokovian accent slipping right on through as she merges into a yawn.

"It's just known as a party for me." You sarcastically quip, and she loudly groans through the speaker.

"Get some sleep champ, I'll see you in less than eighteen hours." She concludes before promptly hanging up on you.

You roll over, acknowledging the late hour, and fall into a restless sleep, full of the memories of your high school years.

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You take a deep breath and you walk through the doors, it's the morning of your very first day. You say "Hi" to your friends you ain't seen in a while, try and stay out of everybody's way

It's your freshman year and you're gonna be here, for the next four years in this town.

Hoping one of those seniors will wink at you and say:

"You know I haven't seen you around before."

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The Summer of '13 had proven to be a great one for you, as puberty had finally done right by you. You'd finally grown comfortable in your skin, and it honestly showed in the way you walked through the hallways of your new school with your head held high.

You'd gotten to see most of your friends throughout the hallways, even catching sight of your oldest friend Yelena Belova near your set of lockers. Over the years the two of you had drifted apart into smaller subgroups, but you still mingled on the regular. Seeing her excites you though, because that should mean her older sister Natasha is enrolled here as well.

"Y/N Y/L/N! I didn't see you at any of the parties this summer!" The blonde greets you with a playful scowl, and you wrap her up in a tight hug.

"Yeah, sadly mom sent us kids off to Connecticut for the summer, we only just got back last week. She said something like 'you three are driving me crazy' and next thing I know I'm on a bus." You relay, and she gasps.

"My mom would never trust Natasha and I alone on a bus."

"Well, I can't really blame Melina, have you met yourself?" You laugh out, while slamming your locker shut, and quickly stepping back before she can slap you.

"Watch yourself Y/L/N..." She grumbles, but you can hear the playfulness in her tone.

"See you around Belova."

"Don't be a stranger!!!" She shouts after you, and you throw up a thumbs up, and smile widely the whole way to your next class.

First period had been super easy as it was English, and you like to think you knew that language very well. On your way to second period you'd had your head down, and unintentionally collided with Vision Stark.

"Hey, watch where you're going froshy..."

You rolled your eyes hard at the term, and then looked up to see his face change.

"Oh, Y/N, it's been awhile."

Not long enough...

"Yeah, I have been a bit busy, haven't seen much of Tony either..." You awkwardly relay, praying to some God that he'd step to the side so you could just get to your next class.

"Vis, who's this? I've never seen her around."

"I am Y/N Y/L/N, and you are?" You answer for yourself, not wanting to hear whatever it is the pretentious rich kid is about to introduce you as.

"Steve Rogers. Just transferred here at the end of last school year."

"Well, lovely to see you again Vis, and to meet you Rogers, but I do need to get to the D wing in less than two minutes."

"Nice to meet you as well."

"See you around Lezzy..."

There it is... What a douchebag...

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You sit in class next to a redhead named Abigail , and soon enough you're best friends. Laughing at the other girls who think they're so cool, we'll be out of here as soon as we can.

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"Is this seat taken?"

You look up at the sound of the unfamiliar voice, curiosity peeking through as you try to place the accent, and you look to see a sweet looking redhead is patiently awaiting your response.

"Um, no, it's all yours." You squeak, feeling a bit bad for your obvious staring, but her gentle smile instantly calms your nerves

"You're new?"

"Well, aren't we all?" She jests, and you awkwardly chuckle at the painfully obvious truth.

"Well, yeah, I just meant that I've never seen you around before and it's a really small town." You quip, and she smirks playfully.

"I was just teasing, yes, I'm new. My family moved us here from California, but my accent, since you were clearly wondering, comes from my home country—Sokovia."

"Us?"

"I'm Wanda Maximoff, and that boy in the corner, flexing his noodle arms is my twin, Pietro."

You sneak a look in the corner, rolling your eyes once you see the girls he's trying to impress.

"He's barking up the wrong tree, those girls are especially mean."

"Mean is exactly his type." She cringes, then quickly turns her gaze to the front as the teacher calls for everyone's attention.

—

After class, your newfound friend follows you to the gymnasium with her brother in tow. The room is full of tables with sign up sheets, and you feel like a kid in a candy store at the overwhelming amount of options.

"Sestra!! I'm headed to the track and field table." Pietro announces, bouncing on his feet rather excitedly before taking off in a run.

"What a show off." She grumbles from your side, and you smile lightly.

"So, what are you into then?"

"I'm considering joining a sport, and two clubs."

"Woah, so we got a show off and an overachiever? Well, we will be a perfect trio then because I'm the girl who will join one club simply because my mom expects it of me."

"Lazy, just what I look for in a best friend."

"Maxi, are you sure this isn't moving too fast? We've only just met."

"Weren't you the one to just call us a trio? I'll find us the perfect club Y/N/N, don't you worry that empty little head of yours." She laughs out boisterously, booping your nose lightly before she takes off towards the tables.

"I think you meant to say pretty! Don't worry, I understood you." You shout after her before perusing through the many tables.

Volleyball?

Absolutely not.

Dungeons and Dragons?

No thanks.

Gay-Straight Alliance?

Now why would anyone want to spend their time with the straights?! Maybe...

Softball?

Seems gay enough, but you're not athletically inclined, so you'd be best to just move on.

As you go to walk on, your name being called pulls your attention up to see who's behind the table. Then a familiar face is rounding the table and pulling you into a hug.

Natasha Romanoff, older half-sister to your longtime friend Yelena Belova, the same one you've had a silly little crush on for the entirety of your adolescence.

"It's so good to see you! Yelena talks about you from time to time, but you never come around anymore, I'd thought you moved away." She relays, pulling back with a definite pout and your heart flutters at the mere notion that she'd missed you.

"It's been awhile for sure, sorry, mom kind of sent us away for the last two summers."

"Melina misses you, you know? She thinks you're a good friend for Lena, and she's right too, you keep her in check."

"Melina misses me?" You playfully question, and the redhead moves to deflect your obvious insinuating.

"So, you are interested in joining the softball team?" She chuckles in disbelief, because as long as the redhead has known you, you've always been the one shying away from physical activity.

"Oh, absolutely not, just trying to be seen as the kind of person who would partake in sports." You mutter with a playful smile.

"Good." She beams, and your face falls.

Natasha notices, and immediately lifts your face up by your chin so that she can look you directly in the eyes as she speaks.

"It's just, I'd much prefer a pretty girl such as yourself cheering me on from the bleachers."

Natasha smirks at the way you react to the simplest of flirts, and she chooses to continue to fluster you.

"However, you would look really amazing in the uniform so let me just put you down..."

Before she could even grab a pen you snatched the clipboard off her table, and ran off. Natasha took off after you and as soon as you made it out of the gymnasium she'd caught up to you. Grabbing you from behind, she playfully wrestled the clipboard out of your hands.

"On second thought, with all of that panting you're doing, I think it's best you stay in the bleachers." She laughs out, and the glare you send just spurs the laughter on.

You stood upright with a huff, and went to swiftly reenter the gym, but her arm holding out in front of you had stopped you.

"Y/N/N, wait."

"Why, so you can continue to tease me?" You say with your head down, and hands wrapped tightly around your backpack straps.

"No, silly, so I can ask you out..." She giggles, and your head snaps up to read her expression.

The genuine lift of her smile doesn't help to calm you, or the insane beating of your heart, because you're not entirely sure why a goddess like Natasha would even want you, but you're not going to miss this chance.

"So, what do you say pretty eyes, will you go out with me?"

"I- uh-Ye-yeah." You stutter out, and smile goofily in her direction, and her heart skips a beat at the way you're looking at her.

"Perfect! I'll pick you up this Friday at 5PM, wear something comfortable." She excitedly relays, before placing a kiss to your cheek, and leaving you a flustered mess as she rushes back to attend to her currently empty table.

—

"Hey... Are you okay?" Wanda asks, as she cautiously approaches your stilled body.

Your lack of acknowledgement should throw her off, but she just moves right passed it.

"Well, I signed us up for the Mathletes club." She nonchalantly states, and chuckles as your face contorts into a horrified expression

"You did what?"

"Ha! I was getting worried I'd have to take you to the nurse." She laughs out, then links her arms with yours and takes you both off to your shared fourth period.

"I actually did sign both of us up for the drama club."

"Not great, but not nearly as bad as mathletes so I'll let it be." You grumble, and she rolled her eyes.

"So what is it that happened to leave you stood like a deer caught in the headlights?"

"Well, I sort of ran into the girl I've been in love with since my late elementary days, and she just asked me out."

"Ooh... Who is she? Do we have any classes together?"

"Her name is Natasha, and no we don't, she's a junior."

"Oh no... Not an upperclassman... Be careful..." She warns, and now it's you rolling your eyes

"I've known her for years, and trust me, she's good people."

"You know, I've only known you for three hours, but shockingly I do."

You smile at her truth, then turn to face Mr. Wilson, before ignoring his teachings in favor of daydreaming.

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And then you're on your very first date and she's got a car, and you're feeling like flying.

And your mamma's waiting up and you're thinking she's the one, and you're dancing 'round your room when the night ends.

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"Y/L/N!"

"Shit, Belova, I'm literally stationed right next to you, no need to yell." You groan, shutting your locker, then widening your eyes at the sight of the glaring blonde.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going out with my sister tonight.." She states with a death glare, and prominent frown.

"Yeah, I-I am doing that."

"Don't let me catch you breaking her heart..."

"Yelena, I would never dream of it..." You frantically relay, reaching yours hands out to grip her shoulders as if that helps the situation.

"Oh, I know, I've seen the way you look at each other, but I still must threaten you as it's my sisterly duty."

"Are we good then?" You ask, while scratching at the back of your neck.

"Always..." She replies with a playful wink before running off towards her girlfriend.

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That whole entire school day you'd avoided Natasha, hoping to hide your nerves, but you weren't so fortunate as she cornered you in the B wing when you'd been innocently drinking at the water fountain. She tapped your shoulder twice, and you jumped backwards with wide eyes, water now dribbling down your chin and onto your shirt.

"Oh, pretty eyes, I never meant to startle you." Natasha coos, with a playful glint in her eyes to contradict her statement.

"Sounds fishy..."

"Well, you've been avoiding me all day... I'd had no choice but to catch you off guard."

"I have not..." You shriek, and she giggled at your horrible attempt at lying.

"Detka, lying isn't very ladylike..."

"Screw ladylike."

She snorts at your sentiment, finding herself lightly nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, you're right... Fuck being ladylike..."

"Now, back to why I tapped you, I was trying to get your new phone number. Yelena was actually offended that she didn't have it. I've texted you all week with no response, and I know my sweet girl would never just ignore me..."

"Oh my gosh, Natty.. I'm so sorry... I had dropped my phone in the toilet at my Nana's over the summer, and I lost all my contacts and then I keep forgetting to get everyone's number this week. It's funny too, because my mom had wanted to switch carriers anyways so she used it as a reason to do so. So that's why my number changed. I would never ignore you."

Natasha watches in amusement as you rambled on for what felt like forever, and she's hopeful that it'll be something you do tonight because she honestly finds it adorable.

"Here.." You sheepishly hand over your unlocked phone when you realize just how long you'd rambled for, and Natasha's smile widens at your background.

"Is that Boomer? This photo of you two is adorable... Send it to me please, for your contact photo..." Her eyes twinkle with a bit of nostalgia at the site of your cat, who'd she met a handful of times, and fell in absolute love with.

"Yeah, he um, he passed over the Summer. Mom called me to tell me, that's kinda why my phone ended up in the toilet..."

"Oh, sweet girl, I'm sorry... I know how important he was to you, honestly to the group, does anyone else know?"

You silently shake your head, Natasha decides to stop pushing, and instead to just pull you in for a hug.

"I texted myself, I'll see you tonight okay?"

You nodded against her, squeezing a bit tighter for just a moment longer before reluctantly releasing her and taking your phone.

"I'll see you later Natty..." You goofily smiled her way before continuing out of the block of classrooms so that you could walk home.

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"Wanda! What am I meant to wear?!" You shriek to the girl as you walk home together.

"Y/N/N... She said comfortable, so just take a shower, put on a simple outfit, and do something cool with your hair. Don't be so worried, I literally saw her staring at you all week, the girl is already whipped."

"You're wild Wanda, she wasn't staring, and she's certainly not whipped..." You lightly chuckled at your new friend's statement.

"Seriously, Y/N, even I see it." Pietro pipes up, and you suddenly remembered he was present.

"The only person who doesn't see it is you, I literally heard that Yelena girl gagging when her sister mentioned you, I can only assume it was like the fiftieth time."

"Whatever..." You grumbled, then bid them farewell as you still had a couple blocks to go.

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Natty ❤️

~Pretty eyes... Photo please? 🥺🙏🏼~

*Photo Attachment*

~More ? 😉~

*Of what?*

~You, Boomer, you with Boomer 🤷‍♀️~

*Lol.. Okay...*

*Photo Attachments*

*You send some too then, it's only fair. 👀*

~Download Photo Attachments~

~All you had to do was ask, see you tonight Y/N/N. 😘~

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The photos she sent made your heart swell, as you scrolled through them. A goofy selfie caught your eye and you'd instantly set it as her contact photo. Then you saved the rest, as they included throwbacks of your group throughout the years. Before you knew it you'd made it home, and set off to get ready.

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You sat on the living room couch, having finally settled on wearing a simple band t-shirt, a pair of bike shorts, your classic checkered vans, and settled on a front facing dad hat over your pulled back hair.

The doorbell went off, and you looked down to see it was only 4:45, and before you could answer it your mom already had.

"Natasha, it's been awhile, come on in..." Your mom greets the redhead with a side hug.

You'd quietly jumped up to see the nervous girl stood in your doorway with a bouquet of roses in her hands, as she anxiously teetered on the balls of her feet.

"These are for you." She quietly states, as she gently passes them to your mom with a sweet smile.

Natasha remembered how protective your mom was of you, having been around long enough to see your dad leave all those years ago. Her parents had been part of the main reason your mom even survived the sudden change. So, she was in her own way trying to let your mom know how serious she was.

"Thank you sweetheart, they're beautiful. Y/N's in the living room, please just have her home by no later than 9:30." Your all knowing mother gently relays, before setting off to place the flowers in a vase, and kiss your forehead before you leave.

"Will do Miss. Y/L/N. Mama also sent this over, and said she'd loved to see you soon." She says as she hands over a tupperware with some baklava.

"Oh, sweetheart, Maria is just fine, no need for formality. Please, tell her I said thank you, and I'm free next weekend."

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"We're here..." Natasha singsongs as she pulls into the parking lot of the local mini golfing business.

"Mini golf?"

"No... Batting cages." She beams, and points to the side of the lot where they're located.

"Oh, so you brought me to your practice for a date then?" You tease, and her smile remains.

"No, I brought my beautiful date to a place I enjoy, so that I can share an important part of myself with her."

She jumps out of her truck, then excitedly bounds to meet you at your door to offer a hand in getting out. You overestimated your skills, jumping down while holding her hand, and she had to catch you before your knees buckled.

"Don't you even think about it." You groan, as you can feel her body shake with laughter, and watch closely as she bites her tongue.

Natasha pays for the hour session, then switches your hat out for a helmet. Without much warning the balls began to fly, and you wildly swung the bat, missing nearly every one.

"This is hopeless..."

"Y/N, it's only been a minute..."

"My arms are literally aching, how?!"

She laughs at your state, then moves to stand behind you, and quietly asks.

"Is this okay? Can I move you around?"

Too nervous to speak, you'd settled on a nod, within a moments time her front flushed against your back, and her arms wrapped around yours on the bat.

"Okay, keep your legs shoulder width apart." She instructs, then taps her toes against your heels until she feels it's suffice.

"Now adjust your grip, move your non-dominant hand below the other, then hold firmly so the bat is secure, but not too tight."

"Now, bend your knees slightly, rotate your shoulders so your tilted slightly inward, then make sure your bat is facing the sky."

You follow the direction, and prepare to swing.

"No, sweet girl, towards the sky, not on your shoulder." She coos, then readjusts you.

"Perfect, now let's work on your swing."

Natasha starts the machine up, and uses her body to rotate yours, allowing the first ball to come in contact with your bat, and repeating it a handful of times.

"Good, now let's see how you do."

Natasha stepped aside, setting the machine to intermediate, and watches your every move. As soon as the bat hit the ball, making the whooshing sound you'd dropped it and jumped triumphantly.

"Natty, I did —."

You groaned at the feeling of the softball hitting your abdomen, and the redhead watched you bending over in horror.

Great, she'd probably scared you away...

"Y/N... Are you okay?" She cautiously approached, and felt relieved when you just threw yourself in her arms in search of comfort.

"I'm okay Natty... Maybe just no more ball related sports for me."

"Sounds doable... Wanna leave to the next part of the date?"

"No, you paid for an hour, and I really want to see you take your turn."

Natasha smirked, then guided you to a chair before stepping up to the plate.

"Homerun!" You shout while clapping after the ball whizzes by you, and she giggles at your sudden enthusiasm.

Natasha returned the gear, and while she did you went and bought two water bottles.

"Here you are Natty."

"Y/N/N... This was supposed to be my treat..."

"It's a water bottle." You deadpan, and she defeatedly sighs while pulling you to the truck.

"Thank you..." She reluctantly whispers before shutting your door for you, then driving off to the next place.

It's silly, but the redhead just wanted to treat you to a full date all about servicing you, the water was harmless, and honestly a sweet gesture.

—

Your napping phase from when you were younger clearly never disappeared, because you had somehow drifted off for the twenty minute drive.

"Wow... Am I so uninteresting to you that you have to sleep to evade me?" She teases, as she jostles you awake.

"Natty, I require ten naps a day, you must remember this." You croak, as you stretch your entire body, then peep an eye open.

The lake—you hadn't previously noticed the picnic setup in the backseat, but now you were overtly excited.

"Thought we could eat some food Mama Melina made, and then watch the sunset."

You squealed in response, then pathetically crawled down from her truck, before resuming your giddy response and jumped around. Natasha just grabbed the picnic basket, then walked along the route to set it up, while she waited for you to catch up.

The night was spent mostly catching up, Natasha told you all about her first year here, and how she's excited to be able to guide you through yours. Her compliments of you never ceased, and you were pretty sure you were about to pop by how much she'd just inflated your ego. The two of you dipped your toes in the water, skipped rocks, talked about Yelena's crazy antics, and even brainstormed future dates.

"So, I got you a little something." She nervously sighs, and starts to fiddle with her fingers.

You gently linked your hands, smiling softly in an attempt to calm her, and it seemed to work as she matched your smile then handed the box over.

"Little? Natasha this is massive."

"Just open it..."

Inside the box was a heartfelt letter that nearly made you cry as you were reading it. Then there was a scrapbook full of photos from throughout the years, and there's honestly no way she'd just put it together. What really caught your eye though was the canvas painting of you and Boomer. It was in reference to your phone background, and it quite literally had you sobbing. The icing on the cake though was the kitten plushy, that resembled the calico in an uncanny way.

"Nat..."

"Shh, I just wanted to commemorate the little guy, and help you grieve if at all possible."

You launched into her lap, she caught you with ease, and just held you while you cried.

"Do you do this for all the ladies?"

She scoffs, then pinches at your sides.

"You're the only lady I've got my eyes on sweetheart..." She genuinely replies, and you smile to yourself at the confirmation.

"It's getting late, we should get you home before the clock strikes twelve." She jokes, then lifts you, and the items around her with ease.

—

Your pouty lip drove Natasha crazy when she'd pulled up outside your house.

"No... Don't go..." You whimper, obviously delirious from your exhaustion.

"I'll see you soon sweets, let me walk you to the door..."

She lifted you from the truck in a bridal hold, before gently settling you beside her, and allowing you to use her body for support. Once you'd reached the door you turned to face her with a sweet smile, then you leaned in to peck her cheek.

"Thank you for tonight Nat..."

"No, thank you for agreeing to go with me, I'd been nervous you'd shoot me down."

"Don't be silly Natty, I've been crushing on you for years..." You shamelessly admit, clearly a side effect of the exhaustion.

Natasha smiles at the admission, and chooses to make her departure before you admit anything else in your tired state.

"Well, glad I wasn't the only one." She muses, before returning your gesture, and kissing your cheek.

"Get home safe Natty..." You sternly state, and she nods your way.

—

"How was it?" Your mom coos from the couch, and you nearly jump out of your skin.

"Magical..." You dreamily state as you make your way to plop down next to her.

"Natasha's a good one, so I don't doubt it. She looks at you like you're the only person she can see, so I trust her. Just be cautious with your heart sweet girl, life has a funny way of even ruining the best of things."

"Thank you mama, I love you." You beam, before hugging her, then setting off for bed.

You turned on Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, and danced around your room while getting ready for. Once you'd finished your nighttime routine you jumped onto the mattress and texted your favorite redheads.

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Maxi 👯‍♀️

*AHHHH!!!!!*

~That good huh?~

*Yes! I can't wait to tell you all about it on Monday!!*

~I'm going to be sick, sorry ... 😳~

*I can always bring some soup over tomorrow, then heal you with my happiness. 😉*

~See you Monday, Goodnight 😴~

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Natty ❤️

*Hey Natty, did you make it 🏡?*

~Yes... I'm safe.❤️~

*Good!! Thank you for tonight, I had a really great time...*

~Me too! I can't wait to do it again next weekend.~

*Next weekend? 😯*

~Yes sweetheart, now get some sleep.~

*Goodnight Natty. 💕*

~Sweet dreams, angel. 😴 ❤️~

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You fell asleep with a wild smile on your face, as you clung to the cat plushy she'd gifted you.

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'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

When you're fifteen

And your first kiss makes your head spin 'round

But in your life you'll do things greater than dating the girl on the softball team

But I didn't know it at fifteen

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Every weekend since the first one she'd taken you out, and this weekend she'd taken you to the first football game of the season. Wanda had vetted her outside of said game, and she played along very well with the outlandish questioning. Wanda had also started dating Vision, even though you had warned her he was a douche; she decided to want to learn the hard way. So, you settled on just being prepared for her inevitable heartbreak.

Natasha and Vision rounded up the snacks, while you and Wanda took initiative in finding seats near the back. The intention was to mostly just talk, and cheer along with the others when the time came. Even with your bags beside you, many students had attempted to take residence there.

"Please, move away from my girlfriend." Natasha politely announced her arrival, and the fierce gaze was enough to send the kid running.

You smirked at her, accepting the slushie and hot dog while moving your bag to the footwell. Naturally, her arm rounded your waist from behind, and your head fell to her shoulder. Wanda and Vis had finished their food rather quickly, and resorted to making out beside you—you're almost certain this was Vision's idea.

Vision left mid game to tend to "important" business, which usually meant saving Tony from ruining the Stark name. That left Wanda a bit sad, and more importantly without her ride home.

"You're not too far from Y/N, so really, it's not a problem at all Wanda." Natasha announces to ease your friends embarrassment, and she settles your bags in her passengers seat so that you'd sit with your friend without feeling bad.

"Thank you..."

"No need to thank me, it's the least I can do."

She'd quietly driven to a McDonald's first to grab you all a kids meal, and your stomach erupted with butterflies at the sweet gesture. You had felt her tense at the game when Vision basically told Wanda they could share the tiny bag of popcorn and handed her a water cup.

After making sure Wanda made it inside, she turned to you with a sheepish smile, and you immediately climbed over and into the passenger seat.

"That was really sweet of you Natty, I'll pay you back..."

"Absolutely not."

"You never let me pay for anything..." You pout, and she resists the urge to lean over and kiss it right off your face.

"And I never will." She laughs out, as she pulls onto your street, and then her laughter fades into a sigh.

"Never say never, I'll get you some day." You giggled and she just rolled her eyes before parking the car and turning to face you.

"I don't wanna say goodbye yet." She whispers, and you gently stroke your thumb across her cheek.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning..."

"I know..." She sighs, as she makes the move to help you out of her truck.

She wraps her arm around your waist, and spins you out of her truck, your giggles, and the feeling of your breaths against her collarbones literally drive her insane as you hide your face in her neck. Once your legs touch the ground, you made no initial move to pull away.

Slowly, you'd pulled away, as you did so your nose ran across her jaw, and she shivered at the slightest of touches. Your doe eyes bore into hers, and you're not entirely sure who initially leaned in, but you're eternally grateful as your lips met hers for the first time.

There was a gentle passion to the kiss, as Natasha allowed you to take the control. This was her first time kissing someone she'd actually cared about, and it was your first time ever kissing anyone. There was no rush to it, no pressure behind it, just an innocent connection between two young women navigating the world of romance. She smiled into the kiss as she felt you pushing to continue, even though her mind was becoming dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

"Detka, we can't forget to breathe." She chuckled out against your lips, and you'd pulled back to finally take a breath.

"Well, now I really don't want to leave..." She groaned, and you laughed boisterously before leaning forward to briefly peck her lips.

"Don't worry, there will definitely be more where that came from." You quip, with a wink before heading into your house.

The both of you walked away with painful smiles on your faces, that simply didn't fade.

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Natasha knew she definitely loved you after about a month into the relationship. She'd always had love for you, but the butterflies in her stomach had been a new occurrence and she can't get over the overwhelming feeling. Now, you're seven months in, and she's more than ready to say it.

You'd been sitting in the bleachers with Wanda dozing off on your shoulders when she caught sight of you. Her cheeks tinted red at the sight of you in her jersey from last season, with a number one foam finger on your hand, and a confetti cannon in the other. Her heart beat that much faster once you winked and blew her a kiss as she stood up at the plate.

She took a steadying breath, then tapped the home base before raising her bat to signal that she was ready. The pitcher threw the ball, and it went straight into the glove behind her. Strategically psyching the pitcher out, so that on the following throw she could hit it out of the park. Her teammates were on each base, and one by one they all made it home while the other team scrambled for the ball. She was running as fast as she could, opting for sliding herself across the gravel, and sighing as she heard 'SAFE'.

Her teammates crowded her, lifting her up, but her focus was solely on the shrieking coming from the bleachers. She smirked as she saw the Sokovian's angry expression, as you'd jumped up to cheer her on. Then in a picture perfect moment you'd ran out onto the field, where she caught you, and spun you around before bringing you into a bruising kiss, that merged into a warm embrace.

"GO NATTY!!!!" You beamed, as you pulled back, shaking the foam finger, and blasting the confetti all over her head.

You giggled at her attempted glare, and snapped photos without hardly paying attention to if they were steady or not. Natasha couldn't hold back anymore, so she surged forward to kiss you once more, throwing her arms over your shoulder, and holding your head firmly in place.

"Y/N, I-um... I love you..."

You gasped, and your eyes immediately filled with tears at the overdue confession.

"It's okay if you're not there yet, but I just couldn't hold back anymore."

Your lips met hers in a clarifying kiss, hoping that she understood your shared sentiments.

"Of course I'm there, I've been there since fifth grade Nat..." You laugh out over your nearly uncontainable sobs.

"Natalia Alianovna Romanoff, I love you too."

“Now that this lovey dovey crap is concluded, can we please go for pizza?” Yelena groaned, and you turned from lover to see your gaggle of friends stood impatiently waiting.

“Malen’koye Der’mo…”

(Little shit)

“I’m telling mama…”

“Then who will buy your pizza?” Nat quips, as she slyly flips her sister off.

You wrapped your arms around the sisters…

“Play nice…” You warned, and the two of them straightened up, as the lot of you loaded into Nat’s truck.

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LISTEN THIS SHIT WAS NEARING 10K and I wasn’t even done… So, Part 2 will be out later tonight, hopefully you enjoy this first half. 🤪

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big-barn-bed · 1 year

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Wdym a paul mccartney separationist household 😭

I mean my dad is even more insane about Paul McCartney than I am, believe it or not 😭

here are some things my dad has done in the name of true love paul.

When the Beatles first came to Detroit in 1964, my dad and his bff were too poor to get tickets, so they thought they’d apply for jobs at Olympia Stadium so they’d still get to see the concert. They were not hired for the positions, probably because they were 13 years old. They instead stole shovels and orange vests from construction workers in their neighborhood and pretended to do roadwork on the side of the highway for HOURS just so they could see the tour bus drive into the city.

Similarly, they didn’t have enough money to buy tickets to see Help! at the movie theater, so when the previous crowd was walking out, they joined in and started walking BACKWARDS into the theater to sneak in to the next showing 🤦‍♀️

He was in bands in the late ‘60s-‘70s and started a bar fight with someone in the audience because they boo’d when they played a cover of ‘maybe I’m amazed’

Took my mom and me on a family vacation to the UK in an almost pilgrimage-type fashion because he needed to see Liverpool at least once in his lifetime. (Not complaining. Thanks dad <3) I have never seen him more alive than in front of 20 Forthlin Road

And like, he’s totally a full Beatles fan, but most of the music he ever played while I was growing up was Paul solo stuff.

#never thought i’d add my dad to this tag but….#men being very normal about paul mccartney #ask

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jfleamont · 7 months

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20 QUESTIONS GAME

Thanks @practicecourts for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 words count?

15,980

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly HP.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Rain (179 kudos), Hand Cramps (87 kudos), Rules Don't Apply (86 kudos), Do You Want To Know A Secret (72 kudos) and I Saw Her Standing There (56 kudos). Hand Cramps and Rules Don't Apply are for another fandom, though (Julie And The Phantoms).

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always. Always. Who doesn't? They literally make me so happy, they're all so nice and kind!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely All My Friends Are Gonna Be Strangers, since it's set right after Halloween 1981 and it's from Remus' POV.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Either I've Just Seen A Face or I Saw Her Standing There. They're both get-together fics so I'm sure James and Lily were rather happy about that.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully!

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

I don't, but I'd love to. I just don't feel confident enough at the moment so I suppose I'll wait until I have more fics under my belt.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No, I even struggle writing outside of canon so crossovers are out of the questions (for me, at least).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I'd be surprised if that happened. I'd be a bit flattered, though, not gonna lie (I absolutely don't condone it, of course).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I've considered translating some of mine in Italian (my mother tongue). However, I physically cringe if I really think about it because I don't think I can write fiction in my mother tongue. It feels foreign to me (lol). It doesn't come naturally.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope. I'd love to, though!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Honestly I have no idea, because I've been in so many fandoms in my 27 years of life but I guess Jily. It's weird to think about it because I've been a HP fan since I was a kid, and I had always been fascinated by the Marauders but for some reason I never thought about reading fics about them, and I've created stories in my mind set in the HP world but with different ships or OCs, and their dynamics were exactly like James and Lily's (enemies to lovers, soldiers in the war and so on). It's like my subconscious was trying to tell me something. I got into Jily fairly recently, in late 2021 and usually I hyperfixate on a fandom or ship for 5-6 months max, but i'ts been over two years and I'm still as obsessed with them if not more. Jily has been the ship I've been looking for my whole life.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

It's either my 7th year get-together canon fic I'm Looking Through You (I've posted the first of three snippets in August 2022 and I haven't worked on it since March) because it has angst and canon-typical violence and they're exhausting to write, and I have written maybe 3k but I expect it to be at least 12k and I've never written anything over 4k and I don't think I'm capable; that, or my Muggle AU All Things Must Pass, which is sad as fuck because James dies in it and I have only written two scenes and I wept like a baby (also, this is supposed to be a long one too, 10k at least, and I don't think my heart can take it right now).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. I love writing it so much, I'm usually very proud of it and I've gotten a few compliments about it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Literally everything else. I don't know how to write descriptions, they feel forced most of the time and the few times that I write something I like rest assured that it took me hours to make it work.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

That's technically my whole thing since I'm a native Italian speaker lol; I also speak French and Spanish and when they randomly appear in a fic, I can tell when they're written by someone who isn't fluent. I don't mind it though. I'd probably feel comfortable writing dialogue only in Italian, but I suppose I could try with the other two languages.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Either The Chronicles of Narnia in 2008 or something, or One Direction in 2011 (I hate myself for it now, because I don't like fics about real people).

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Ah, this is hard! Should I say Rain? I'm really proud of it because it was a real challenge, but I have a soft spot for my Blackevans friendship one-shot Do You Want To Know A Secret? and I've wanted to write a sequel to that for the longest time.

I'm tagging @kay-elle-cee, @nodirectionhome-ao3 @jamesunderwater @startanewdream @annasghosts and whoever wants to do it! I don't know if you've already been tagged and it's okay if you don't feel like doing :)

#20 questions game #jily tag game #jfleamont rambles

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dari-ede · 2 years

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In the Middle of the Night: Chapter 18 (M)

Chapter 18: "Loving Me Might be Dangerous"

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Pairing: Idol!RM/Namjoon x OFC

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Trigger warning/spoilers: talk of trauma, implied abusive/toxic relationship, implied sexual abuse/assault

Rating: M (explicit language, scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

AN: Sorry for the later-than-usual post (once again). As I was editing this week, the first half of this chapter went through a HUGE revision. The chapter was already done but as I did my final edit, I noticed it needed a whole rewrite. The closer we get to the end of this story, the more I need to go back to revise some things. We are closer to the end than we are to the beginning, everyone. Thank you so much for staying with me!

Warning/spoilers: oral sex, swallowing, breast play, multiple orgasms

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-Weeks Later-

Overnight bag in hand, I arrived at Namjoon’s front door, knocking excitedly late at night.

The door flung open no more than a couple of seconds later, deep dimples welcoming me.

Once inside, Namjoon took the bag from me and pulled me in for an open-mouth kiss.

I kicked off my shoes as the door shut behind us. My tongue welcomed the intrusion as I let out a deep moan.

The tension between the two of us the entire day had been intense. Due to the online concert taking place tomorrow, all week long, we hadn’t seen much of each other. The most we had seen of one another was today at rehearsal. But because of the dozens of eyes and cameras surrounding us, we were forced to keep a distance. We stole a few glances at each other but ensured we didn’t get too close. For hours we were around each other but had not touched or spoken much. Suffice it to say, the spark between us continued to ignite and felt like it would explode at any moment.

At the chance I had to leave the stadium, I did Namjoon’s text came no more than a minute after I announced I was leaving.

MONI: Be at my house in two hours. If I don’t answer, use the code. No nightwear. Just you.

I must have read it at least dozens of times, imagining his deep, demanding tone in my ear. My pussy had been wet ever since.

I hadn’t fully listened to his instructions, though. I did bring an overnight bag with me that contained any necessities I would need. I didn’t intend to come back home before the concert, so I would be getting ready at Namjoon’s place tomorrow. However, I did listen to him and brought no nightwear. I fully believed him that there would be no need for clothes tonight.

Namjoon began to walk us toward his room. I wasn’t good at walking backward, so I held onto his shoulders and jumped onto his chest. I had climbed on him enough by now that his body had learned to catch me nicely.

Our lips did not detach the entire walk to his room. He set my bag down somewhere and softly set me down on the bed. It was much smoother than the first time he had placed me on his mattress weeks ago.

“What’s so funny?” he asked between kisses.

Damn, I hadn’t realized I was laughing. “Nothing,” I lied. “Just keep kissing me,” I pleaded, not wanting to ruin the magic. We had gone so long without touching; I didn’t want this to stop.

“Did you get a nap in?” he asked, his hands taking hold of my shirt and pulling.

I knew what he was implying. “Don’t worry. Your cock is a good source of dopamine,” I said as I pulled his pants, my hand making its way to his thickness.

He let out a grunt as he pulled off my pants and panties at the same time. His long fingers took a handful of my ass and squeezed. “Your mouth has gotten filthier.” He pushed us further into the bed, making me settle in the middle with him between my legs.

I let go of his cock and felt it move on its own, pleading for me for attention. I pushed up against his chest to sit up. “You complaining about my mouth?” I questioned as my mouth took hold of that space between his neck and ear. The spot I learned drove him nuts.

He let out a groan, a hand of his reaching up to take hold of my tit to squeeze. “Only because it’s not around my cock right now.” He dived in and took a mouthful of me. His tongue darted out to run circles around my nipple.

I let out a squeak, scratching at his back when I felt his teeth lightly graze my skin.

Namjoon wasn’t much of a dirty talker with me. Around his guy friends, I would overhear him and make nasty jokes, but around girls, he was always mindful. He had loosened up around me in the last couple of years, but since we had become an item his language was getting dirtier. It was definitely a turn-on.

He was in the middle of worshiping my breast when I surprised him and rolled him off me. I settled myself on his lap, his cock standing straight up.

I reached between us, taking his member and navigating it to where I needed it. “I’ll do it once it tastes like us.” I descended on him before he could ask what I meant. My pussy stretched and slightly burned at the sensation. His cock was still too big for my pussy to take without foreplay.

His hands came to my hips, helping me take and gripping me tightly. “You’re tight.”

Maybe I should have stimulated myself before taking him in or at least used lube, but it was too late for that, he was already inside. And while I felt slight discomfort, the sting felt also incredible. I took a breath, looking down at the glorious creature underneath me. The dragon eyes were staring up at me, the sweat dripping off his body felt too delicious to be coming off a normal human, and the grip holding me felt more like claws. This was the kind of sex that got me off the most; the kind that I tended to prefer when I was in deep need of release: the wild kind. And judging by the look of pure ecstasy coming from Namjoon’s face, he needed to tap into that wilder part of himself.

His hands came to the swell of my breasts and traveled down to my nipples. He took each of them into his fingers and rolled the buds, sending quivers right into my pussy.

I used my knees to move, going slow at first. My body needed to get used to him before I could go at my preferred pace, which tended to be rough and fast. Thankfully, the discomfort quickly faded and all I could feel was pleasure. I quickened my movements.

Namjoon’s hands were still on my hips, supporting me more than controlling me. “You look damn good riding me, girl.”

My movements only became more erratic with his praise, feeling my orgasm approaching.

He sat up, his mouth coming to my tit again. He slurped and feasted on it like a starved man. I had no milk to give, but I believed if he continued the way he did, some would appear.

His hips came up to meet mine, his thighs slamming into mine. I could see a vein appear across his neck. He was getting close, but I didn’t want him to.

“Not yet,” I said breathlessly, my fingers scratching at his chest. “Me first.”

He took a deep breath to still himself. Then moved one of his hands between us. His thumb touched my clit, pushing me to the brink. I let out a cry as blackness came over.

As my orgasm took over, Namjoon’s thrusts continued, but at a slower pace.

“Close,” his husky voice let out once my body had settled against his.

I pulled out of him, quickly, and made my way down his cock. My lips engulfed his thickness, and I could see his eyes roll back once he was in my mouth.

The taste of my tangy sweetness combined with his salty, sour goodness was enough to make me want to cum again. I controlled myself and focused on bringing him to his peak. Keeping eye contact with him, I pulled back, pulling his cock out of my mouth with a pop. “We taste fucking good,” I mumbled and went back to dining on his gorgeous cock.

He let out a moan, the vein in his neck coming back. “Shit. I can’t hold it.”

I took him in both my hands and pumped him. “I want to drink you,” I said desperately.

He looked ready to lose it. I stroked him faster and reached underneath him to squeeze his jewels. He let out a grunt and pushed into my throat, his stomach hitting my nose. I let out a gagging sound and the noise seemed to do it for him. A warm, fuzzy liquid jetted down my throat. I drank as much as I could.

Namjoon let out a grunt, pulled back, and pushed in a little at my mouth once more before falling back onto the bed. His massive cock exited my mouth and a copious amount of my spit mixed with some of his milky cum pulled out as well. The string of spit connected his dick to my mouth. I used the mix of liquids to stroke his cock. He twitched a bit at the overstimulation.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he let out, taking deep breaths in trying to calm himself.

I giggled and crawled my way up his body, my body craving cuddles.

Usually, after sex, we shared a calm moment before starting up again, but Namjoon’s kisses and caresses were bluntly telling me he was ready for round two.

He was needing to blow off steam. It wasn’t just about needing my body or the stress of the online concert, but something else was bothering him. I wasn’t shy about sex and used it plenty of times myself as a stress reliever. I didn’t mind him using my body to release some of my pent-up emotions. Especially when he made sure I was always left me plenty satisfied.

His palms took hold of the back of my thighs, bending them until they reached my shoulders. My legs were spread before him, allowing my pussy to be in full display for him. His mouth came down on my cunt and ate me like a starved man.

This was going to be a long night. And I was going to fucking enjoy every moment of it.

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The woodsy scent in the air was the first thing I caught on to as I woke up. The scent was too powerful so I knew I wasn’t in my own home. I had slept in this room a handful of times already to know I was in Namjoon’s bedroom. Last night had gone for hours. It had taken a few hours for Namjoon to have quenched his thirst. While I was fully taken over desire along with him, in the back of my mind, I knew Namjoon was dealing with something—news he must have gotten after I had left.

As I opened my eyes, I found Namjoon was not in bed with me. This came as no surprise. Artists rarely got a full night’s rest right before a show.

I rolled out of the bed, my body feeling a little sore from the night’s events. I walked towards the full-length mirror to witness the aftermath. Even with the poor light, I could easily detect small bruising along my thighs and hips. My breasts were slightly red and a bit swollen.

There was nothing about last night that I hadn’t enjoyed, but I knew this was going to be a heavy topic this morning. I mindfully got myself ready.

I went over to my overnight bag and pulled out a fresh pair of panties and then looked around to see what I could put on since I hadn’t brought any nightwear. I found one of Namjoon’s many Fear of God tees and slipped it on.

Once clothed, I made my way out of the room in search of him.

I spotted him in his dining room, sitting in his reading chair which was surrounded by dozens of books. He was deep in thought reading when I found him, not hearing me come in. He was hunched over, elbows laid on his legs, reading a heavy book. He was sporting his thick, reading glasses that made him look the perfect combination of adorable and hot.

I wanted to just stand there and absorb him, but when he began to roll his neck around and stretch out his neck, I instinctively walked over. His neck and shoulder problems would always be an issue for him but he would never want to make a big deal out of it.

It wasn’t until he felt my hands on his shoulders that he noticed me.

He jumped, startled, but quickly settled. “Ah, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” I said, continuing my massage. “How long have you been up?”

Namjoon closed his book and settled on the chair, giving in to my touch. “Too long.”

I found a nasty knot. The moment I applied the right amount of pressure on him, he let out a grunt. Yeah, something was definitely up. “Want to talk about it?”

“What do you mean?” he asked with some hesitation.

He needed honesty. “Your body is a bundle of stress. We hardly spoke last night. Not to mention, while I enjoyed every bit of it, you were a little rougher than usual.”

At this Namjoon’s entire body snapped towards me, his eyes frantically searching my body.

I had slight regret in admitting this but knew that if I wanted Namjoon to be honest with me, I needed to be as well. There was no way he was going to let me in unless I gave a little.

“I’m fine,” I said once he spotted a large bruise right below the hem of the t-shirt. When he didn’t turn away and looked to be remorseful, I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look up at me. “You did nothing I didn’t enjoy.”

He opened his mouth and looked to say two words I really didn’t want him to.

I stopped it with a gentle kiss. “If you want to make it up to me, you can talk to me about what’s going on.”

He let out a sigh and settled back onto his seat.

I let go of his hand and walked over to the armchair adjacent to it, one closer to the kitchen.

“We’re doing a few shows in Vegas in April,” he said.

Immediately, I felt thrilled about the news. It was something the company had been aiming for, some of the guys had shared the possibility of it some weeks ago with me. They had been excited about it, so I was puzzled as to why Namjoon didn’t look over the moon.

I didn’t say a word, however, allowing Namjoon plenty of time to voice his thoughts to me. After a moment, he seemed to be ready. “We have four shows here in Seoul, but I wanted to do more. Maybe some in Busan, but higher-ups want to wait until after Seoul to see if regulations were to lighten up. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy we’ll be going to Vegas, but….” He stopped himself, looking guilty.

I finished it for him, “But it’s not home. You want more shows here.”

There was a small and shameful nod. “Am I being ungrateful?”

“No,” I said instantly. “I think it’s normal to have conflicting emotions about everything. There’s the excitement of shows, but also the disappointment that things aren’t speeding up the way you need them to. You can feel multiple things at once.”

He gave a nod, but his eyes told me there was something more. His shoulders were still sagging from carrying a heavy load he didn’t want on him.

“What else?” I pushed a little.

He let out a restless sigh. “There’s something I haven’t yet told you.”

“What?”

He avoided my eyes. “The seven of us have decided to make a deal with each other. We’ve been talking about it all summer long and it’s honestly one of the reasons why we’re letting go of the dorms. It’s not so much that we’re needing space—which definitely is part of it—but it has more to do with what we’re planning for the future.”

I held my breath, my heart hammering hard against my chest. In the pit of my stomach, I knew what this was in regard to. Every time I thought about this, I got sick to my stomach.

Namjoon’s eyes moved up to meet mine. The beautiful irises that could make me to mush and could turn up my desire were now tearing at my heartstrings. He looked so defeated. “We’re giving it until the summer for the government to figure out what they want to do about our enlistment. If things are still up in the air, Jin-hyung wants to just be done with it and enlist by the end of summer. He’s done waiting—done making noona feel like she’s walking on a tightrope. And the rest of us want to follow him.”

There it was, my heart sinking and getting stomped on. I felt the tears appear, but seeing Namjoon already crying, I held it together. There could only be one of us in shambles at the moment. Two being fully emotional did no one any good.

“Would it be the same time as Jin?” I asked, my voice slightly shaking.

He shook his head slightly. “We would leave in less than a year of him.”

I nodded, inclining I understood. An image flashed in my mind of going an entire day without communicating with Namjoon. The simple thought made me feel like vomiting. I couldn’t remember the last time I went longer than 24 hours without hearing from Namjoon. Especially since we had gotten together. We didn’t go more than 24 hours from seeing each other. To have to go longer? It seriously made me sick to my stomach.

And as bad as I felt on the inside, Namjoon looked much worse on the outside.

My best friend was someone who was fully in touch with his emotions, never allowing himself to be closed off. It was one of the many things I adored about him. How he could feel so much all at once and hold no shame or guilt or shyness for it was admirable.

“I know we just started out,” he let out, his voice shaking but still in control. “But it just makes me angry. And I then feel ashamed for feeling angry.”

I went over to him, crouching in front of him and taking his face into my hands. “We got plenty of time.”

He shook his head but allowed himself to fall into my touch. “I think last night that’s all I kept thinking about. Not being with you. And I guess my body just took over.”

It made sense. If I knew my days were numbered before my freedom was taken away for eighteen months, I would have craved to do it as much as possible. I would want to make every experience count.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” he said, his eyes watering with guilt.

I stood myself up and settled on his lap. The chair was wide and fit us both, but only with my legs right above his own. “I have zero complaints about last night.”

His hands were on my back instantly.

I leaned in, claiming his lips. “Please believe me when I say you didn’t hurt me.”

“You sure?” he asked, his emotions settling.

I nodded. “I’d kick your ass if you ever did something I didn’t like,” I said half-jokingly.

It got him to at least smile a little.

“And as we’ve said before, we’re taking it slow. There’s no need to rush. Whatever happens, happens in due time,” I said gently, my hands stroking his cheeks. “We have plenty of time.”

“You’re leaving next month,” he said almost bluntly, a hint of sourness in his tone.

“Only for two months; I’ll be back by the end of January.”

He pulled me closer, taking a deep breath as if to take my essence into his scent. “Promise?”

I held up my pinky. He brought up his large hand and used his own slender pinky to wrap around my much smaller one.

He let out a giggle and scrunched up his face at seeing my tiny pinky. “Cute!” He maneuvered his thumb to press against mine, locking the promise.

Normally, I would argue against his description of me, but seeing his scrunched-up face made me act out in cute aggression myself. I took his cheeks into my hands and pinched them. “You look so good. I could eat you!”

I dived in and took his lips in mine.

At that moment, there was an odd sound that seemed to come from my stomach. Simultaneously, we both moved our heads toward the sound with a look of confusion.

My stomach churned again, and this time it was followed by an ache.

Namjoon let out a chuckle. “Sadly, it’s not enough to quench your hunger. Let’s get something in that stomach of yours.” He moved a little, tapping my thigh so I could move off.

A big part of me wanted to continue staying where we were, but now that I was aware of my hunger for food, I couldn’t ignore it.

“I could order something for us,” Namjoon offered.

“How about I just cook,” I offered. “I’ve been wanting to since you made us dinner on our first date.” I looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

“Good luck finding something in there,” he warned.

I lifted off him. “Shower first?”

He gave me a suggestive smile. “Together?” He came closer to me.

I pulled away from temptation. “We’re gonna end up in the same situation as last night if I join you and we gotta leave in a few hours,” I reminded him, keeping my eyes on his face.

“You make a good point.” He turned away and headed to his bedroom. “I could take the guest shower if you want to take mine.”

I agreed, simply because I was used to his already.

I was about to step away so I could start my shower, but Namjoon's hands on my tee made me stop. He had a look on his face as he stared down at me.

"What?" I asked, looking down to see what it was that had him looking aroused. All I saw were my bare legs.

"I like you in my clothes," he mumbled. His hands made their way under the material, his slender fingers feeling like hot coal against my skin. "Put this back on after you shower." He turned and left before I could answer.

A smile appeared on my face at the knowledge that I learned something else that Nmajoon found attractive.

We met in the kitchen not too long after, both feeling refreshed. As per Namjoon's instructions, I put his t-shirt back on.

Namjoon entered the kitchen and let out a small groan as he came behind me. He rubbed my backside as he asked what he could help with. I fought back a smile as I gave him instructions. I scrambled the eggs as he chopped the onions next to me. I could see he was dicing them, even though I had asked him to slice them. I smiled but didn’t correct him.

“What are you humming?” he asked as diced away.

I hadn’t realized I was singing the melody in my head out loud. “It’s been stuck in my head these last couple of days. Can’t seem to shake it off.” I took the eggs off the heat and stirred.

A loud clunk came from where Namjoon was. “Aghhh.”

I immediately turned and went towards him. “What happened?”

He was holding his finger as he had a look of pain on his face. “I think it’s a splinter.”

But he had been cutting onions, how in the hell did he end up with a splinter? I looked down and took notice of the knife handle. It was wood. I let out a sigh. Only Namjoon would have the bad luck of getting a splinter from a knife handle. “Can you see the splinter?”

“I think so,” he said, examining his finger. He wheezed as he seemed to push on it.

“Ok. Please, don’t do anything. Let me go get some tweezers.” I rushed out of the room, hoping he would listen.

I was back at his side in less than a minute and the look on his face told me he was more than uncomfortable. Thankfully, he had listened and hadn’t touched anything.

I maneuvered us closer to the window for better light. Using my tweezers, I was able to pull it all out in one go. “How does it feel?” I asked, looking up at him.

“Stings a little,” he said with a face. “But it feels like you got it all.”

I brought his finger to my lips and kissed it. “Now?” I asked with a smile.

He let out a chuckle. “Much better. Here I thought I was going to need a painkiller, but that cured it easily.”

“I’m your personal painkiller,” I said teasingly as I began to clean his area. “Are you still up to cutting the onion and kimchi?” I asked.

He nodded and went back to chopping with a new cutting board, knife, and onion in hand. After a while, he started humming my melody. “You’re my painkiller,” he sang.

It sent me into laughter. I turned on the stove, ready to finally start cooking. Namjoon continued to create lyrics to the melody I had come up with. It wasn’t long before I started making up lyrics alongside him. He sang off-key but kept with the beat.

We continued cooking our breakfast as we created this song together. At one point, Namjoon took out his phone and recorded us singing. The songwriter in him was always alert.

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Hours before the concert, I found myself sitting in my dressing room for the concert. Since I was a guest and the only female, I had my own room. Hair and makeup had finished with me and had left to assist the dancers. I wasn’t fully dressed yet since my part in the concert was come late in the show.

The guys had finished soundcheck and getting ready themselves. Bored by being alone, I sent a message to the guys to see their whereabouts. Tae immediately answered.

WEIRDO: Namjoon-hyung and I are in a dressing room together. I was about to head to the green room. You can have your privacy…. 😉

ME: Thank you 😏

MONI: thanks, bro

GLOSS: Be sure to lock that door….

I made it to the dressing room in record time, knocking on the door without waiting.

The door opened and I was greeted by Taehyung and one of the makeup artists. He gave me a knowing grin. “Hi, noona. What are you doing here?”

I wanted to kick him, but the makeup artist was looking at me as well. He was lucky I was quick on my feet. “I need to discuss one of the tracks for the new album with Namjoon.”

Taehyung rose his eyebrows, looking impressed with my quick response. “Lucky for you, we’re heading out.” He and the makeup artist made their way out, Tae limping while doing so.

I suddenly remembered what occurred during rehearsal. “Tae, how are you feeling?”

“It’s a sprain. Can’t do any choreo.” Taehyung gave a sad shrug, his mouth turned downside.

I closed the distance between us and gave him a warm hug. He leaned heavily in as I rubbed his back. “I know you’re disappointed. I’m sorry, jagi.”

He gave a nod, hugged me tight once more, and pulled away. “Thank you, I’ll see you in a bit.” He and the makeup artist made their way out.

My heart squeezed as I watched my friend leave. It was going to be a tough performance for him, but he would be fine. His health had to come first.

I pushed the door closed and turned back around. There, in front of me stood a tall, gorgeous man. “You look handsome,” I said as I walked over to him.

He frowned and looked down at himself. “I’m in a t-shirt. I haven’t even started hair or makeup.”

“And?” I reached for a kiss.

He leaned the rest of the way and after our peck, he took hold of my hand and walked us to his chair.

Once he sat down, we were almost at eye level. I reached over and traced my fingers across the shaved strips on his head. “Do you think you’re going to keep the look?”

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer. “No. It’s mostly for promotion,” he answered. “Why? Do you like it on me?”

I placed my forearms on his shoulders, steadying myself. “I like every look on you.”

“Liar.” He laughed. “You didn’t like the mullet,” he teased.

“How much alone time do we have? You’re going to have to meet up with the guys, right?” I asked, trying to sway the conversation elsewhere.

“Plenty,” he said as his large fingers traveled to my backside. He had a look in his eyes.

“Namjoon-ssi,” I warned, but my body still melted against his touch.

“I missed you at lunch.” His voice was low as he pulled me in, his lips coming to my neck.

I let out a moan. I had missed him, too. “Will you be able to spend the night?” I asked without thinking. We had already reached our weekly limit of sleepovers.

He let out a grunt. “I would love to but my parents—”

Before he could finish his sentence, there was a knock at the door.

I immediately pushed off Namjoon. Stupid me hadn’t locked the door.

“Yeah?” Namjoon called out as he straightened up in his chair.

“Jooni, it’s us,” came a deep kind voice from the other side of the door.

I knew the voice well and it only hiked my anxiety.

“Come in. The door is open.”

I put some more distance between us and took a breath to calm myself. The door opened and a good-looking older couple walked into the room, bright smiles on their faces.

I greeted them in a polite form. While I had gotten close to Namjoon’s parents in my time living here, I always acted in my best behavior around them. “Hello, eomeonim, abeonim.”

Eomeonim greeted me with a warm embrace. “Maiwa, where have you been? We haven’t seen you in so long.”

Abeonim’s embrace was a shorter one. “Is Jooni keeping you all to himself?” He turned over to Namjoon and gave his son a playful smile.

Namjoon made his way over to his parents. “Shouldn’t I get hugged first?”

Eomeonim wrapped her arms around her son. “We saw you several days ago. We haven’t seen Maiwi in months. When are you going to bring her around?”

Namjoon took a breath. “Eomma, we’ve been busy.”

“You can’t spare us two hours? We would like to have dinner with the two of you.” Eomeonim reached out for my hand and gave it a squeeze. “A celebration to your relationship. When Namjoonie told us, I was ecstatic! I’ve been rooting for the two of you—”

“Yeobo, let the girl breathe,” Abeonim said as he rubbed his wife’s shoulders, trying to calm her. “Jooni has asked for space. Let’s honor his wishes.”

I was grateful for Abeonim. I was starting to get slightly embarrassed.

“Eomma, we’re taking it slow. Plus, we’re both booked back-to-back until the Los Angeles concert. I don’t get to see her as much anymore.” Namjoon’s voice was respectful but stern. I knew he didn’t want to disregard his mother but seemed to be creating boundaries.

Eomeonim let out a breath. “Alright. I get it.” She turned to me with a sweet smile. “I miss having you over. You haven’t been around in months now.”

I felt a pinch of guilt. “My apologies. I’ll message you. I promise. It might not be until after the Los Angeles concert that we don’t get to hang out. I’ve been talking to Sissy on the phone and we’re already making plans to shop around while the guys are in LA. Want to join us?”

“Oh yes! That will be wonderful!”

With Eomeonim settled, I made some excuse of needing to leave to get ready.

I gave them each a hug before I headed out and gave Namjoon a small smile. I adored his parents, but I was feeling my nerves tipping close to the edge. I wanted to make sure the next time we spoke, I had enough time to mentally prepare myself. They had sprung at us a little too soon for my liking.

I made my way toward the green room, where the rest of the guys were. It was a good walk in the sense that it was enough time to allow me to calm myself.

The closer I got to the room; I heard the amount of noise coming from the inside. I made my way in and noticed most of the guys were there.

Yoongi was on his chair staying perfectly still, phone in hand while being handled by hair and makeup. Jin sat a few feet in a similar position. Jimin and Jungkook, on the other hand, were being loud and rowdy while their poor makeup artists tried to get them ready.

Taehyung was the one to immediately notice me, “Where’s Namjoonie?”

“With his parents,” I said simply, making my way over to a deserted seat, which was close to Jimin and Jungkook.

Behind me, I could hear Yoongi giggling.

I turned, feeling as if I knew what he was thinking about.

“What’s with the laugh?” Jin asked, sure instigating.

“Oh, I left my phone unlocked. I had some private things I wanted to keep hidden. Has that happened to you lately, Maiwa? Have you left your phone unlocked and someone walks in to find some compromising things?” Yoongi held complete eye contact with me.

“Maiwa has a tendency of never locking things, so I imagine people walking in and finding some stuff on her phone,” Jin added. He had the same sadistic humor as the old man sitting next to him.

Thankfully, it didn’t seem as if any of the staff was picking up on their Morse Code. When I knew none of the staff was looking, I sent the two oldest members of the group the finger.

As Yoongi and Jin shared a laugh, Jungkook and Jimin began to do vocal warmups. Jungkook invited me, which I did.

Their warmups differed from the ones I used but we tried each other’s techniques. It had been a while since performing on stage and I mentioned to the guys how I had started to take vocal lessons to prepare for the show.

“Did you really take vocal lessons for this?” Jimin asked me, looking surprised.

I nodded. “My voice needed work. It was a bad idea to stop the lessons in the first place.”

“But your voice is great,” Jimin said, not understanding.

I wasn’t going to deny it or pretend to be humble about it. I was proud of my vocal abilities. I struggled with many things in my career, but the one thing that came naturally was singing.

“Not as great as it is when I take vocal lessons,” I said.

“Jungkook doesn’t really take them,” Jimin said, motioning to his teammate next to him.

Jungkook turned away from us and to his phone.

It was a disagreement Jungkook and I typically had: how often to take vocal lessons. I decided to give Jimin my point of view. “I get and respect Jungkook’s opinion on why he doesn’t take too many vocal lessons. I know he wants to be as authentic as he can with his voice and create a tone and style that is completely his own. However, in my opinion, going without a vocal coach can be detrimental to your chords in the long run. Even Celine Dion, who is one of the best vocalists, takes vocal lessons regularly. I think it depends on the vocalist.”

Jungkook nodded in agreement to my last statement.

Jimin gave a short nod and looked to consider my words.

I knew Jimin struggled with his voice and wasn’t satisfied with it. He had past baggage with his voice. Those who cared about him were sensitive around him about it. I wasn’t sure if it was my place to give my opinion to so many people around us, so I kept my mouth shut. I reached over to my water and took a long gulp.

Jimin looked around at seeing me drinking. “I’m thirsty, too,” he mumbled as he spun around the room, trying to find his own bottle.

Jungkook was in the middle of sipping his own water, his lips not touching the rim of it. Wordlessly, Jungkook extended his bottle to Jimin.

Jimin took it, placed it directly on his lips, and drank the water quickly. “Thanks,” he said as he offered the bottle back to Jungkook.

But Jungkook didn’t move to retrieve it. “Did you put your mouth right on the bottle?” His face looked slightly appalled.

Jimin let out a nervous laugh, recognizing his mistake. “Sorry.”

All the guys were cautious when it came to their drinks. They hardly sipped from the rim of bottles. To them, it kept things sanitized and each other safe, just in case.

However, I never understood this practice with them. “What does it matter if you two swap spit?” I asked.

Jungkook looked at me in disbelief. “I don’t want his germs.”

“You guys share lip balms,” I pointed out. “You feed each other constantly—meaning your chopsticks touch someone else’s lips or your fingers go into someone else’s mouth.”

“That’s different,” came a voice.

We turned and found Namjoon walking over to us. His lips twitched as he looked at me. He wanted to get a rise out of me.

And like an idiot, I took his bait. “How is it different?” I challenged.

“The amount of saliva that comes out when you’re drinking out of water is substantially more than when you share lip balms,” he countered.

“It’s still spitting, is it not?” I demanded. “So if one of you is sick, whether it’s a lip balm or water, you got each other’s germs regardless.”

“But it’s also that some of that water makes it inside of your mouth and then back into the bottle. Some of that liquid has swirled all over your mouth. It would be like kissing each other,” he tried to rationalize.

“You guys share food,” I pointed out. “You put your mouth into that food to take a bite, do you not? Wouldn’t that be the same as kissing?”

“But the food doesn’t make it past the teeth because I would bite it off. It’s still not that much saliva that would be shared. Now, when it comes to liquids, some of it makes it past the teeth and deeper into the mouth.” His eyes twinkled as he said this, clearly knowing he was making a stretch.

I called him out on it. “You are so full of shit.”

The room filled with laughter.

But he refused to accept defeat. For the next few minutes, we went back and forth. Namjoon coming up with bullshit counterpoints and excuses about the whole water bottle thing. His answers became so ridiculous that I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity. He couldn’t hold it together himself either and eventually laughed at his own reasons.

The guys went back and forth between prepping for the show and goofing off. Before we knew it, it was time for the guys to head to the stage.

All seven of them, along with their team and me, made their way. Right before stepping out, the guys gathered together, did their huddle, and walked up the stage. Namjoon was the last to disperse and took a look back as he did so, catching my eyes. He sent me a blink-and-you-will-miss-it wink and hurried out.

How did that man make me into a puddle of mush when no more than an hour ago, I wanted to wring his neck?

I watched them backstage, admiring how great they performed but at the same time anxious for my time to join them.

My tia Jia sent me several messages of encouragement. And on the few times that I felt myself starting to psych myself out, I would reread them. I had been on stage more times than I could remember, but I could never get rid of the butterflies right before I went on. And the closer I got to perform, the sicker I felt.

A warm hand pressed on my side. Eomeonim appeared next to me, a smile on her face that was striking to Namjoon’s—minus the dimples. My anxiety stilled a little. “All of you singers are the same. Always so nervous right before going on stage.”

I gave her a nod. “Yeah.”

“There’s no point in telling you that everything is going to be alright. It doesn’t help does it?”

“Sometimes,” I lied, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

She gave me a look that told me she didn’t believe me. I instantly felt a heat on my cheeks. I had never felt so uneasy around Namjoon’s mother. But things were different now. However, her warm smile came back. The one that always put me at ease. “I meant it when I said I’m happy about the two of you. You’re a great friend to him. He’s always in such good spirits when he talks about you. He says you understand him in ways he can’t understand himself.” A brightness came to her eyes and I was certain there was a tear in there.

It made me worry. “Eomeonim, what’s wrong?”

“He’s been having a rough time. And he won’t tell me why.” She gave me a look that silently asked me a question.

I looked down, not able to answer her. It wasn’t my place to tell her about Namjoon’s stress. I wasn't sure what he had shared with her. I made a mental note to talk to him about this. I didn't want to accidentally spill something he didn't want his mother to know. They had a good and trusting relationship, but I knew Namjoon at times kept some things from his parents until he was ready to share. He liked to think things through first.

Eomeonim accepted my silence. “Can you be sure to look after him? I know you already are, but can you take extra care of him?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, clutching my hand.

“Maya-ssi?” someone called out to me.

I turned and found a staff member looking at me. “You’re almost up.”

Eomeonim and I shared a hug and I made my way out to the stage.

Even though it was an online concert, the fact that millions of people were watching still made me nervous.

I got into position, waiting for my cue. As soon as I was given it, all my nerves left me on that stage.

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MASTERLIST

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

#rm x reader #inthemiddleofthenight #bts fanfic #bts #bangtan sonyeondan #friends to lovers #secret relationship #fluff #rm #kim namjoon #fluff and smut #namjoon x reader #rm x maya #Spotify

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soloorganaas · 1 year

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Rivalry

HP Saffics Femslash February Bingo (@hpsaffics): outsider pov, inter-house relationship, poc character Femslash Fuckery Day 13: voyeurism/exhibitionism Fluffbruary Day 13 (@fluffbruary): whole, steam

nsfw

Hermione only went to the Quidditch pitch because she was concerned. Really - Ginny had been missing from the Common Room at all hours recently, and she knew she wasn't with Dean as he was there right in front of her being glared at by Ron. Hermione had been checking the library, and some of the more cosy classrooms, but she hadn’t found Ginny studying anywhere. She'd asked Luna, too, who told her Ginny was hunting for a lost snitch - which made no sense, but did trigger a new idea in Hermione’s brain.

She wasn’t sure what she expected. Perhaps that Ginny was preoccupied with extra Quidditch training, or just needed some peace and quiet away from Ron and Dean and the DA and really every other bit of madness going on. Maybe she’d hoped it - hoped it was something sensible, something that made sense.

She’d hoped it wasn’t something like this - Cho splayed flat against the changing room lockers, gripping desperately onto the metal as her legs buckled, sinking down further onto the red head between them.

Hermione gasped, loudly enough for them to hear and yet she couldn’t move an inch away. It couldn’t be Ginny, it couldn’t... but those were her Quidditch robes on the floor, those were her well-loved crimson leggings on the legs currently kneeling in front of Cho, those were her carefully woven braids that were damp from the steam hovering in the air.

“Fuck, yes, please Ginny,” Cho gasped, utterly unaware of anyone beyond the two of them in the room.

Hermione’s stomach collapsed in on itself in horror. How could Ginny do this, how could she...

Ginny moaned wantonly, tipping her head up and squeezing tighter at Cho’s thighs. Cho caught her gaze with a breathy smile, her flushed face full of disbelieving ecstasy. Hermione had never seen anyone look like that in her life.

“You taste incredible,” Ginny husked, her voice echoing off the tiles over Cho’s needy gasps.

Cho’s fingers clutched Ginny’s head desperately against her, her whole body beginning to tighten as she arched out. Her whines were getting shorter, higher - and that was when Hermione snapped from her reverie. She couldn’t see this, she never wanted to see this, she just needed to get out of here as fast as possible.

It was three days before Hermione snapped.

“You were out late again,” she said cooly, eyeing Ginny’s loosened braids and slightly shining cheeks from where she sat by the fire.

Ginny frowned, looking unimpressed at her tone. “I’m sorry, did we have plans?”

“No,” Hermione said prissily.

Ginny sighed. “Look, Hermione, we’ve talked about this,” she said, walking over to her armchair. “If you’re pissed about something you need to tell me.”

Hermione pursed her lips, and Ginny made an expectant gesture.

“Go on.”

“Were you with Cho?”

Ginny froze, blood disappearing from her cheeks only to rush back until they were burning.

“I - yeah, we were just - we were hanging out. Why?”

“By hanging out I suppose you mean having your mouth between her legs?”

Ginny swore underneath her breath. “Hermione, look-”

“How could you do that to Harry?”

“They’re not together!”

“They were!”

Ginny scoffed. “He took her on one abysmal date before realising he didn’t have the emotional capacity to deal with anything more than a teaspoon.”

“He still likes her!”

“He doesn’t own her!” Ginny snapped. “He should have treated her like a person, but he didn’t. So he lost any right to be relevant.”

“How do you think he’s going to feel when he finds out?” Hermione demanded.

“Are you going to tell him?”

Hermione blanched. “No - no, of course not. But-”

“But nothing! This isn’t his business. She’s my friend, I know her far better than he does, and I actually care about her,” Ginny said fiercely. “This is fun, and it makes her feel good - and there’s nothing wrong with that, especially this year.”

Hermione clenched her jaw, but there was nothing more she could say. Ginny was utterly convinced and she... she’d never come close to being in a situation like this before.

“I just don’t understand,” Hermione said more quietly.

Ginny’s face softened, but her voice was still sharp. “You don’t need to. You just need to respect that this is our business, not Harry’s, not Ron’s,” she said, with a roll of her eyes. “The world doesn’t actually revolve around them, when you step outside for a moment.”

Hermione blinked, and before she could find the words to reply, Ginny had already stalked off out of the room.

#hpsafficfebbingo23 #femslashfuckery #fluffbruary 2023 #femslash february #femslash february 2023 #ginny x cho #cho x ginny #ginny weasley #cho chang #hp

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The house I grew up in was haunted. But not in a bad kind of way. It was 100 years old, a turn of the century house, and the property was suffused with its own time. The soil in the back was mixed with coal dust, and even to the day we moved out you could still find shards of black coal from the age of steam where you heated a hour with roaring flame and damned the consequences. The kitchen was victorian in design - hot and unfit for life. The laundry room was a poorly cobbled additon of the 70's. The bathroom had its original tub, complete with brass griffins' feet to keep it off the tile.

I never knew the story of the house, at least the story before I was in it, but I knew the story I lived. The house had an unfinished 2nd floor - technically an attic that had been long converted into usable bedrooms to make up for the lack there of below. And it was this attic, wherein my childhood bedroom reside, that gave home to a ghost.

I know not when I first became aware of him, but I think he was aware of me long before then. He simply had always been. He saw us come into the world, saw up play, and he was always kindly to us, watching us grow. He was an old, shortish, roundish man. A bowler hat and grey coiffed mustache, wearing what I'd later learn to be fine Victorian fashion: dark coat, light slacks, and polished shoes.

He never showed when the day was bright, and so my awareness of him was less when I was younger. But as I got older, I'd met him on the way to bed on many a dark, southern night.

In middle school my course load became unbearable. The school was going through accreditation and they took it out on the children. I pulled my first 4am deathmarch in 8th grade, for a science teacher who hated me. Exhausted and depressed from flames of frustration that had long burned to ashes, I marched up the stairs for a few desperate hours of sleep before the 6:30 alarm that would get me to school by the 7:15 first period. The 5th step creaked like it always did, and I stopped a breath. The 15th would too, and I'd risk waking my brother who went to the same school and was having no better a time in the special ring if Hell called 6th Grade. There were 18 stairs between the floors, a number id counted nearly every day of my life, a number that frustrated me for how incomplete it felt. I wondered, standing half way up, if 3 hours was worth the 18 frustrating, creaky stairs and looked up to my destination - the landing which became bedrooms - to see a familiar, shadowy figure.

Never could I catch his expression. He wasn't that clear to me. But a sense of concern washed through me and I knew I'd worried him for being up so late. I worried him by being so tired, so frustrated, so defeated at only 13. The ghost had seen me grow up and I'd always felt comfortable - even reassured - by his presence. In my mind, he might as well have been family - though I doubt his line and mine were connected.

Like the gentle hand of a grandparent, his presence that night - or morning - reminded me to take care of myself. So I climbed those stairs and went to bed and went to school later that day. My work went off without a hitch, and I'd come straight home that day to sleep comfortably through dinner, knowing I wasn't alone, even when my family sit downstairs, eating.

I sometimes wonder who that gentle old man had been, but it passes with the breeze. I don't crave explanation because to me, he will always most importantly be the Ghost of the Landing, of my Childhood Home.

#submission #my big mouth #ghost story #thanks for letting me tell this story #ive loved that ghost a lot over the yesrs

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rubykgrant · 2 years

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(Here is more Grimmons babies, in which Kai and Donut are introduced to them~)

“Holy shit, we have four babies,” Grif whispered, and Sarge let out a snort.

“We sure do,” Simmons agreed, trying his best not to laugh. “And they’re gonna turn into four toddlers, then four kids, then four teenagers, then four adults…”

“They grow up so fast…” Grif said wistfully, as if it had already happened.

From outside, the group heard a car pull up, followed by the engine going quiet, then doors opening and shutting.

“Well, the rest of the gang’s here,” Simmons smiled, turning to look at Grif again.

“The heck took them so long?” Grif wondered.

The door opened, and Donut peeked inside, an excited expression on his face. He gave a little wave, then opened the door wide. Behind him was Doc, and… somebody else. It took a moment for the others to see who, but as the visitors stepped in from the shadows and into the soft light of the house, they realized it was a familiar face.

“Hey guys~” Donut greeted them in a cheerful but hushed voice. “Sorry we’re late,”

“We had to go pick up somebody,” Doc explained.

Grif lit up when he saw his sister; he had meant to call her as soon as they got to the hospital… but then there had been so much to worry about, so much to do, and at one point he had been horrifically frightened that he might have to call her with BAD news instead of GOOD. So, he waited. Grif waited for hours, his gut twisted in an anxious knot, and by the time he was absolutely certain nothing was wrong, it was late in the day (the night, really). He and Simmons just wanted to get home. Now that she was here though, Grif was happy.

“Move, move, lemme see the babies~” Kai shooed Donut and Doc out of her way, walking directly toward Grif and Simmons. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, and proudly held their children up so she could see all four clearly. Kai leaned down slightly, looking at the tiny faces, her hand clasped over her mouth to hold in a scream of delight. After a moment, she took a deep breath and spoke softly.

“Hi babies. I’m your Auntie Kai. I’m gonna love you, and spoil you, and take you to PG-13 movies when you’re 10, and buy you all the junk-food you want to eat, and all the expensive birthday presents that make what your dads get you look lame, and I’ll always be ready whenever you need an alibi for anything…”

“Basically, you’re going to be a bad influence on our children,” Grif rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smirking at his sister.

“Absolutely,” she agreed, then straightened up to look at the parents; her brother, and her brother-in-law. She could see that they had both been crying, and felt her own eyes start to tingle (the tears not far behind). “Guys, seriously, they’re beautiful. And you both… you really LOOK like DADS, you know?”

Kai reached up, placing one hand on her brother’s cheek, the other on Simmons’.

“I never thought Dex would actually settle down and have kids with somebody, especially after how messed-up our childhood was… but you two? Together? I’ve seen how much you love each other, and I can already tell how much you love your babies, so it’s just… it’s kind of perfect, but better than the fake-perfect you see when families TRY to look perfect, because this is REAL. It’s real love, and you’re real dads, and it’s perfect…”

“Thank you,” Simmons told her, almost too quiet to hear. Grif was still trying to get his words under control (they wanted to just spill out, like the crying and the laughing, but he needed to say the right thing).

“I love you, BOTH of you. And you’re lucky I do, otherwise I’d be kicking your bitch-asses for not calling me earlier when the kids were born,” she then squished their faces with her hands, pinching their cheeks lightly before letting go and giving them a few affectionate pats. Simmons had to bite his lip to keep his laughter down.

“Sis, I- I remember, when mom and dad brought you home for the first time…” Grif said, swallowing the stupid lump in his throat, trying and failing to keep his voice from shaking. “and I was still pretty little, so I had to sit down to hold you in my lap. You were the first REAL baby I’d ever seen up-close. I didn’t want to let mom or dad take you away, even when I got so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open… because you were my baby sister, and I was your big brother, and I just- I loved you right away. Then I found out what a pain in the ass you could be when you got older,”

One of Kai’s hands went back to cover her mouth again, with her other hand she flipped-off her brother (which was as much of a symbol of endearment as a hug between them).

“And you’re right, our childhood WAS a disaster. I figured I’d never want to worry about anybody the same way I worried about you… but look at me now, I’m all grown-up, and I’m holding TWO babies,” Grif looked toward his husband, seeing the very open and tender expression on Simmons’ face. “and if I needed to, I’d hold all four of them on my own… but I’ve got Simmons. We’ve got each other. We also have you, and the rest of our friends. Our babies have a really big family that loves them,”

“And I suppose… that includes the BLUES…” Sarge added, trying to sound reluctant (as if he hadn’t gone camping with the Blues, or never had cook-outs with the Blues, or didn’t go to movie-nights with the Blues).

“Yes, sir. It does,” Simmons agreed, no false resentment from him. “Especially considering Kai is technically a Blue,”

“Enough color theory. My turn to fawn over the little darlings~” Donut walked up to peer over Kai’s shoulder, Doc stepping closer with him. “Oh my gosh…they’re the most adorable babies that have ever existed, and I say that as a fact, with absolutely no personal biases,”

The fathers stood up a little straighter; they agreed, they had the best babies. Ever. Of all time.

“So, tell me the names. Doc wouldn’t give it up in the car- I mean, he kept me in suspense until we got here. Shut up, I heard it…” Donut ignored the muffled snorts of amusement at his almost-innuendo.

“Well, this is Daisy…” Simmons nodded to the larger baby he held in his left arm. “and Darien,” he nodded to the twin nestled in his right arm.

“I’ve got Davis,” Grif turned his head down to the smallest baby that rested in his right arm. “and Delilah,” he turned toward the twin he carried in his left.

“You used one of the names I picked?” Kai asked happily. She had chosen Delilah when she found out they were using names that began with the letter “D”. Not because of the story about Samson and Delilah, which Kai was only vaguely aware of, but because of an old cartoon show she had watched with her brother and Simmons (“These Gargoyles are HOT!”).

“Aw, I love them all. It must have been hard picking out four names,” Donut remembered what it had been like early on, with Grif and Simmons making long lists of names they liked (mostly revolving around fictional characters and authors of science-fiction).

“Yeah, but once we settled on using the letter D, it helped narrow down the choices,” Simmons explained.

“Now we all kinda match, since he’s Dick and I’m Dexter,” Grif added.

“Oh, wait, I’m Donut, and we’ve also got Doc! We match too,” Donut threw and arm around Doc’s shoulder.

“Hmph, I still say we should have gone with MY ideas for baby names…” Sarge mumbled.

“NO, there was never any chance whatsoever that we would name our kids Crimson, Scarlet, Bloodstone, and Strawberry. Get over it,” Grif gave Sarge a sarcastic look, one eye squinted with the other brow raised high, as he shook his head. Simmons turned his face away, because if he kept looking at Sarge right now, he would finally lose control and fall into a giggle-fit.

“I think Bloodstone would have been perfectly as a suitable middle name…” a voice, so quiet and yet like gravel, spoke up.

“See, O’Malley gets it!” Sarge raised his hands triumphantly.

“That doesn’t help your cause,” Grif rolled his eyes.

“Alright, come on. We named them, and the only ones who’ll get to change the names will be the kids when they’re older, if that’s what any of them want…” Simmons said.

“Even if one of them wants to be named Bloodstone?” Grif looked horrified.

“Yes, Grif. We’ll just have to adjust and keep love our kids, no matter what,” Simmons sighed.

“See, you’re already wonderful parents!” Doc complimented them. “These four are so lucky to have you both as dads, and even though they were a little late arriving, they were born on a lucky day. They’ll get to have their birthday on the first of October, and then at the end of the month, they can enjoy Halloween. That’s like, every kid’s dream!”

Both Grif and Simmons had thought about that to themselves; it wasn’t fun if your birthday was TOO close to a holiday, because you’d get over-shadowed or forgotten… but October was a long month, with the first and thirty-first having enough distance between them. Also, yes, Halloween was a day they still enjoyed as adults, and knew it was a blast for kids (it combined candy AND spooky stuff, the best of both).

“This is gonna be a whole thing with him, isn’t it?” Grif sighed.

“Oh, come on, Grif. It’ll be fun,” Simmons replied. “And you know what? I didn’t have ANYBODY who cared about me actually enjoying my childhood… I like that we’ve got so many people who want to be part of out babies’ lives, and it’s great that they’re making plans for when the kids grow up…”

“How’s about we get these bundles of joy to bed, before we start talking about sending them off to college?” Sarge joked, grinning at the others.

#red vs blue #rvb #grimmons #grimmons kids

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Soulmates: Chapter XV

(Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14)

She had stayed at the park some long time past ten, just standing there, thinking and not thinking, until a ranger had appeared, uniform and khakis, somewhat concerned.

As it turned out, Southview Hill Park was a suicide hot spot.

Cat had laughed when he said that. She laughed, so hard, so violently, that it took her right back to her early twenties. The park ranger clearly thought this was strange, but satisfied she wasn’t a risk to herself, he let her on her way back down the path towards the turn that would lead to a footbridge, then a stroll to the gates that went back out towards city streets.

For all the things Cat knew in this world, this fact was fond and sacred and morbid in the second-most charming way possible, learned at the precise moment she needed to learn it, perhaps if only because the universe felt some semblance of debt it needed to square away.

She now knew why it was Southview Hill Park was the second most-charming view in the city.

And, sooner rather than later, she would take it to the grave, but there was no need to dwell or hurry things along—she had spent nearly fifty years living slow, idle, in her own distinctly Cat Grant way.

Why change now?

She took a car to her townhouse in the west district. The late-night visitor huddled near her doorstep was half expected, but Cat felt no fondness or romanticism for the display. She got out of the car, rolling her eyes, shoving her purse in Kara’s arms so she could open the front door.

“One hour.” Cat hummed. “You can ask whatever questions you want, but then you need to figure out a way home, and never ask me prying questions again, because that is still very much my area of expertise that I spent thirty years building a conglomerate upon...”

“When were you going to tell me?” Kara’s voice broke her heart.

“Never.” Cat remained firm. “Next question—”

“You don’t get to do that!”

“Why?” Cat snatched and turned around, rearing up close beneath the little girl’s nose. “Why do you feel so entitled to my life? For what reason, exactly? Because bippity-boppity boo—a tattoo showed up on your ass cheek one day?” She balked.

Kara’s chin wobbled and her tears refused to fall. “When did you know?”

“I didn’t,” Cat told the truth. “I didn’t until I did. I burned my birthmark off a long time ago, kiddo, you would be surprised how quickly you forget things with some determination and years behind you.”

“So I am…” Kara nodded and fiddled with her hands. “And you are…”

“Kara. Can I level with you a second?”

“Jesus, I would love it if you did.” There was a loathing, hateful fire in her gentle blue eyes.

It made Cat feel a little warm inside.

Almost resistant to the mere idea, Cat forced it away, told it to go fuck itself, shovelled and buried it dead until a certain sense of wherewithal found her again.

“You are so bright, so hungry for life and in love with the world, so let me ask you this and please—enough with the romantic bullshit—just think about your answer.” Cat swallowed hard. “How many happily ever afters do you really know? How many have you really seen with your own two eyes, enough to trust the biggest decision of your life to something as cruel and arbitrary as the universe?”

“Everyone, Cat. Literally, you fucking narcissist, everybody on the fucking planet except you and Lena Luthor get a happily-ever-after.” Kara grew red faced, shaking, too angry to contain any of it. “Here I am, caught in the shittiest love triangle in the history of the world, the literal worst fucking romance story in the duration of forever!” Kara pointed accusingly. “I was happy! I met Lena, and you knew, Cat, you knew what was happening and you let me fall in love with her anyway—”

“Your parents.” Cat felt her eyebrows knit with accusation. “What’s their marriage like?”

“Like…” Kara twisted and thought about it. “Like a marriage? They're quiet, content, happy.”

“Your grandparents?”

“The same.”

“And that's what you want?” Cat scoffed. “The same old safe bet? You don't want to be twenty, and thirty, and forty, falling in love in different ways every day, hating in little unimportant new ways every day?” Cat narrowed in disbelief. “It's cowardly. Beyond that, I am Catherine Grant, and I am nobody's safe bet.”

Kara stood there like a fool. Largely because she was a fool, and Cat never forgot it, but in some moments it felt more distinct and poignant than others. The youth. The age difference. The levels of life experience so vastly different between them that they were playing entirely different games.

It wasn't Kara's fault, Cat understood that, but it did nothing to alleviate her disappointment.

She didn't love Kara.

But for all of her mercurial ways, Cat wanted so much better for her.

“Soulmates aren't safe bets.” Kara's lips trembled in a different way, something other than anger stuck in her throat this time. “Love isn't...quiet or content! It is hopeless, peaceful, madly in love, blissful! It's not cowardly. You, Cat. You are the coward!”

“Alright.” Cat laughed at that. “Your friends? Do they seem… hopelessly, head over heels, madly in love, blissful in their little fairy-tale lives?”

“I don’t get what you’re trying to say…” Kara knew exactly what was being said.

“I’m saying that it’s bullshit, Kara!” Cat emphasised with boisterous, exploding laughter. It was disbelief, not humour, because it felt as though for all of her life she had been the only person in on this absurd joke. “It’s your Instagram page. It’s make-believe. It’s shiny, pretty little exaggerations because everybody is so fucking consumed with this idea of instantaneous and perfect love that when it dawns on them how empty and lacking it all feels…well!” Cat scoffed. “They must feel like they’re the only people in the world who feel such a thing—who have ever felt such a thing—because everybody else is so happy, shiny, and too terribly frightened to admit it either.”

“So, the entire world is fake other than you?” Kara stuck her hands on her hips. “Love isn’t real. It’s all a lie. You don't have a Kara-shaped birthmark somewhere on your body, and this is...what exactly?”

Kara turned and slightly adjusted the waist of her jeans.

There it was on her hip.

Funny.

Cat forgot, for just the briefest moment, what it was they were fighting about.

“Do you believe in free will?” Cat fixed her most formidable, mercurial, serious of stares and stepped forward to the optimist.

Kara scoffed.

“What does that have to do—”

“Do you, or don't you?”

“Sure. Yes, of course I believe in free will. I'm not...” Kara glanced around. “I'm here on my own conviction not because I think the universe is trying to spite you!”

Hesitant, Cat remembered herself, but she nodded at Kara's assessment of things.

“Do you think the woman you are is the same woman you would be if your life had been different, Kara?” Cat reasoned. “Your whole thing is your shitty little boring rural life back home, right? How it made you—defines you in these big crucial ways you need to process your life through and compare back to—do you think you would be the person you are today if you had different influences, or if you had made different choices?” Cat suggested with a slight cock of her head. “I made a decision thirty years ago that cannot be undone, Kara, because it led me to a lifetime of decisions that I wouldn't have gotten the chance to make had I prioritised something as stupid as a soulmate. Whoever that woman is on your hip...” Cat shook her head in repulsion where none was felt. “She isn't me, kiddo, not this version of me.”

“I think you’re right, Cat, because you are being a giant cunt, and I hate saying that to you, firstly because you are sick, and secondly because you are my soul—”

“If you say that word you’re going to find out the hard way why Anne Wintour tripled her security from late 2014 onwards.” Cat folded her arms. “I’m not sick, Kara, I’m just not yours. Thirty years ago? Maybe. I see that, sure, but I’m not some googly-eyed twenty something doing my first lap around the block.” Cat felt her eyes sting and she wished, prayed, hoped to god they would not reveal her.

“It’s not too late,” Kara whispered with reticence.

She was saying it because she was young, stupid, and life had taught her that it was her line in the script. Cat just shook her head, frustrated, ignoring the thump-thumping of her chest and the strange grief that came with a natural love she felt no desire or claim to.

“Kara, I’m sorry, I was nineteen and I made a choice. It was you or it was me, and I chose me.” Cat unbuttoned the bottom of her blouse and pulled it up to her ribs, tilting to the side, so Kara could see where it had one been. “I chose me, Kara, because it’s my life too.”

There was a puckered, silvered little scar that looked like an old burn. It was where Kara’s name had, indeed, once been—some long time before she had even been born.

The scar had healed, and over it, a new name had been tattooed.

Catherine.

“You deserve to be alone,” Kara cried, heartbroken, furious and without words for the things she was feeling.

“I know, kid.” Cat pushed a small smile. “But you? That does not have to be your choice for your life.”

“Good. That's good, because Lena Luthor is twice the woman you could ever dream of being even if you had batted a thousand instead of wasting your life justifying the nasty, callous way you treat people!” Kara seemed as though she was convincing herself more than anyone else.

It was a good thing, in Cat’s books, meant this whole ordeal would be just a little easier on the crybaby when it got to where it was all going.

Kara wiped her cheek with the back of her hand, adjusted her glasses and seemed to itch for a great escape through the front door she was stepping backwards for.

“Oh no, you're going.” Cat deadpanned, expressionless behind the eyes as she extended her palm. “But wait, I was just about to recite sonnets—”

“Fuck you, Cat. I’m going to Lena’s place, to a woman who loves me, and thinks I have inherent value and worth! You want to die alone, lonely, and without love? You go right ahead but don’t think you’re dismantling my self-esteem on your way into the grave!”

“Well fuck.” Cat reached for the bourbon decanter on the table, rolling her eyes, fond despite the temper steaming out her ears. “You know for what it’s worth I think you and I really might have loved each other to death. Sorry you were thirty years late to the party, kiddo.”

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