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kadwrites · 9 months

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summary ; how long can you keep that secret?

warnings ; arranged marriage!trope, SLOW burn, soft!tommy , fem!reader, idk what im doing,

a/n ; i would love to know what you guys think of this part<3 thank you guys for all the support i really really appreciate it <33

"ya should've stabbed 'im when ya had the chance to." madeline mumbles, putting rose in the crib that was dragged next to the dining table

"what the hell has gotten into 'im?...." fiona looks at celest and celest shrugs , looking back at you

"god i feel like i'm going to explode" you take a gulp of the wine in your glass "i can't lie to tommy"

"then don't, just tell him" celest swirls the wine in her glass

"i 'ave a feeling tommy might just.." fiona runs her thumb across her neck, clicking her tongue

"i mean he's not that violent," you add , your finger moving across the rim of the glass "he's sweet...sometimes.... i think"

"is she ... drunk?" madeline grabs the wine bottle, pouring some in the glass in her hand

"i'm sure he doesn't just go around killing people" you look at the three women around you, "what do ya think jeremy wants to do?"

"i mean he said he wants ya back , didn't he?" celest sips her wine

"i mean yeah , technically i guess..."

"not technically" madeline is points at you "he said he wouldn't let ya marry tommy"

"it's just so odd" your hand rubs at the back of your neck "this is so out of the blue, we ended years ago. it's not like we were in contact too or anything"

"ya attract crazy men" fiona says with a raised brow

"i don't need this." you cover your face with your hand, before taking another gulp from your glass

"come on," celest gets up, taking the wine glass out of your hand "ya need sleep."

you have your arms raised on each side. , wearing a thin white robe. standing with your back straight and head held high, the seamstress starts measuring from the tip of your fingers to your shoulders.

"how is he treating ya?"

"hm?" you snap out of whatever trance you were in, eyes glancing in her direction

"thomas shelby, how is he treating ya?"

"yes , yes he is." you speak almost too quickly "why wouldn't he?" you try to not move,

she looks at you through her spectacles, raising a brow

you raise a brow too "i thought ya knew his family very well?"

"i do, that's why i'm asking" she says with a sigh , moving to the other side to get the measurements and your eyes follow her

the room is spacious, with every kind of fabric and thread you could possibly think of. it's quiet, the light shining in through the windows. the fabric and the design of your wedding dress on a paper on the table. a sketch of it, and it looked perfect.

"he's treating me well" you repeat

"do ya know about grace?"

your eyes drift away, you lick your lips nervously. you never had this conversation with anyone, it was a topic everyone tiptoed away from. except for her, apparently

"i know of 'er, yes."

"he loved that girl, he did." she nodded, rolling the measuring tape, getting your bust measurements.

"yeah, i've heard." you cleared your throat

"ya should've seen how he looked at 'er" she chuckled, "but , the way he looks at you ..." she looks at you again, before moving to make another measurement.

your head snaps this time, looking at her before she reprimands you to stay still "me?"

"mhm."

"i don't think so" you murmur then chuckle

"i wouldn't be so sure" she said with a knowing look , she rolls the measuring tape around your waist "i've known 'im since he was a boy."

"i mean, i'm sure ya do." you smile at her politely "but i do doubt that."

"ya can doubt it all ya like, it won't make it less true" she mumbles ,

a soft knock at the door catches your attention. she frowns, pulling her spectacles down and walking to the door, she opens it slightly

"morning mrs baker."

tommy's voice makes your eyes widen slightly, and your heart flutter.

"tommy." she says with a laugh "ya 'ave no business here, boy."

"my bride is here" he nods at you "so , i do actually 'ave business here"

she opens the door, letting him in. the smile and look on her face is stern, but maternal.

"the girl tells you're treating her well" she mumbles, going back to standing at your side

"she did?" he asks with a small smile before standing against a wall, his back pressed against it with his hands in his pockets, his gaze stuck on you.

she nods, putting her spectacles back on as she writes down the measurements on a piece of paper

"ya were trying to turn 'er on me, sylvia?" he speaks again

she shoots him a glare before looking back at you "ya see what you're marrying?"

you chuckle, tying the robe tighter around you. "yeah, i see it."

sylvia walks out of the room, to the front of the store for a customer that came in, leaving you and tommy in the back.

"why didn't ya bring your mother with ya?" he asks you, getting off the wall but not taking one step further.

"she can be...... overly enthusiastic at times. so i didn't tell 'er i was coming here" you say with a chuckle, turning to look at him

"that's smart" he hums , looking you over.

"she will lose 'er mind but i think it'll be worth it , i think."

he hums again, this time walking to stand in front of you.

"didn't ya 'ave a meeting today? i'm surprised ya even had the time to come here" you tilt your head as you speak

"want to get rid of me, do ya?"

"of course i don't."

"so ya want me around?" he leans closer, and you feel your breath stop. his voice is soft and low, his eyes glance at your lips before going back to your eyes

"i...." you stutter , your eyes scan his face "i do" you speak softly

"i do too."

"yeah?" you whisper back.

the air is so heavy, you feel his breath fan over your lips. your noses brush against each other.

"are ya scared of me?"

"no" you shake your head softly

he leans in closer and his lips press against yours, your eyes flutter shut and you feel as if time stopped moving, the floor under you disappeared.

after a few moments, he pulls back but not far back , his nose brushes against your cheek and his lips press against your ear

"what are ya hiding from me?"

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fayfayrxx · 6 months

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐖𝐞��𝐭 𝐱 𝐅. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭: It's your senior year at Hollywood Arts, and Prome is coming up. You're hanging out with your friend group after rehearsal, before suddenly, Andre asks you out, and your so-called "enemy" blows up in jealousy.

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: enemies - lovers fluff/slight angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: enemies to lovers, cursing, yelling, angsty Jade ;)

"Y/n doesn't have a date to Prome..." Cat would point out, Robbie's arm around her shoulders. Of course, she didn't mean it in a rude way, but ouch, that hurt. I mean, Robbie had a date! You would roll your eyes. "Whatever, I can still go and have fun, right? I mean, I can hang out with you... right, Tori?" You would ask, your voice becoming slightly nervous.

Tori would sigh, sympathy on her face. "I'm sorry Y/n, but I'll be performing, I won't have much time to hang out with you..." She'd say, genuine sympathy in her voice. You would groan, burying your face in your hands. Suddenly, the voice of your childhood best friend would cause your head to shoot up.

"Hey, I'll go with you Y/n." Andre would cooly say, in a tone that felt reassuring, as he always was to you. You would smile, opening your mouth to speak before you were cut off by a rather opposing voice, one that instantly shot down your happiness.

"No, you won't. It's only Y/n's fault she doesn't have a date." Jade would say. She was leaning on the wall, observing her fingers, picking off the already chipped black polish on her short nails. Your eyebrows would instantly furrow. "What's your issue, Jade? Just because Beck broke up with you, I shouldn't be the victim of your anger!" You would snap back, which obviously shocked the dark-haired girl.

Andre did his best to pause this before it got more intense, "Woah there ladies, let's cool this down before-"

"Beck did NOT break up with me! I broke up with HIM! And I could care less about whether you have a date or not!" Jade would yell, her whole body stiffening. You would simply stare at her, saying nothing, as you knew she would easily be able to carry this conversation- or whatever it was- solely on her anger. She would scoff. "I'm leaving." She'd say after a pause, much to your surprise. And she did in fact, leave. She'd storm out of Sikowitz's room, slamming the door behind her, causing Cat to flinch.

"I'll get her." Tori would sigh as she stood before Robbie would suddenly speak. "Maybe... don't?" He'd suggest nervously. Tori would look at Andre, and he would nod. It was known that Jade just really didn't like Tori. "I will. Wish me luck." You'd finally decide, standing up. You'd brush off your jeans, before exiting the room.

You'd quietly walk the empty halls of HA before you came across the janitor's closet, which had its door slightly open. You'd take a deep breath, before approaching the closet, and slowly opening the door, to surely find a crying Jade, her face in her palms as she leaned against the corner of the closet. You weren't sure why, but it felt as if your heart was being tugged in all different directions.

"Jade?" You'd say softly, leaning down, seeing her back shake as she sobbed quietly. You'd bite your lip as you sat down right in front of her, yet keeping a foot or so of space, just in case she was to do something violent. You never knew with her.

"What do you want?" She'd choke out quietly, not showing her face. Her black torn jeans and combat boots looked much less intimidating than they were five minutes ago. You would sigh, and clasp your hands together.

"I just wanted to make sure you're alright. I wanted to know what triggered you and made you upset, so I can know to avoid it later-"

"I love you, Y/n." Jade would suddenly say, cutting you off as she raised her head, her face stained with mascara trails and smudged eyeliner. "That's what made me upset. That I couldn't fucking get it together and ask you out and now I'm mad that anyone else could possibly think about it." She'd say, her voice monotone, yet stern despite the few sobs between her words.

You froze. You felt your face heat up as you listened to her speak. It had always been obvious that there was something between you and her, something when you looked at each other with cold eyes that made the both of you heat up, something that caused you both to get nervous whenever you had to act as a couple for a show. You always knew you had some kind of feelings for West, but you always minimized them to just hatred and annoyance. Now you realize it was more.

"Jade..." You'd say softly. You'd quickly embrace the other in your arms. She would start crying again, heavier now, as you allowed her to sob into your chest. Luckily, you wore a black shirt today, but you wouldn't mind the stains either way. You'd run your fingers through her black and blue hair, as you'd breathe slowly in an attempt to soothe the other. "Jade, can you look at me?" You'd say, in your same soft tone.

Jade would slowly raise her head, looking at you with those eyes. Those eyes. The ones that were soft, warm, and deep when she let them be. You felt yourself tearing up as you gently rubbed her back.

"Be my date to Prome, Okay?" You'd say with a soft smile. Jade's lip would quiver, a single tear cascading down her face.

"Are you sure? Are you sure you want to be seen dancing with me?"

"Yes, more than anything."

"Okay."

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: AHH THANK U SM FOR READINGG <3 !!

I really appreciate it!! I haven't written in a LOONNNNG time but I've been having Victorious brainrot 4 weeks now. I hope you liked this, and PLEASE let me know if there's any plots you would like me to write for yall <3 - Fable

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bestworstcase · 1 year

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I'm still on the train of thought that if Ruby is going to have some kind of violent outburst as part of this breakdown, she's more likely to direct it towards breaking crescent rose than attacking anyone like Neo or Jaune (an internalized sort of anger for perceived failings, she's supposed to be the ideal hero, the hopeful one, leader with all the answers but she just can't anymore, and by extension any desire to put that weight down for a while means something is wrong with her, not the world that put her in this position to begin with).

Maybe Neo might push the issue and make herself an acceptable target for her to vent that anger towards in the form of violence instead, but honestly Ruby just seems fucking tired right now more than angry. I don't fully understand where this desire to see her go bloodthirsty on someone is coming from?

now THIS i can see. what immediately sprang to mind is a parallel to ruby cutting down a tree with one slice to vent her feelings in V1—except this time smashing crescent rose blunt-side into something like a boulder or pillar. the same overpowering wordless fury exploding out as this flash of impulsive destruction, but directed at crescent rose instead of using crescent rose as the instrument for that feeling. and then i’d imagine, shortly afterward some dawning regret and maybe fixing the damage or reforging crescent rose altogether as part of working through the underlying crisis. i think that fits neatly with where ruby’s at rn. and it would be a really potent way to visually showcase what she’s feeling!

the other thing i’ve been thinking is that ruby might have taken it with her when she left because she’s going to look for the blacksmith. the blacksmith made her an offer, which ruby declined on the grounds that she already had (or used to have) her own weapon, and anyway she can handle it—and the blacksmith accepted that refusal but also added “if you change your mind…”—& now ruby’s realizing that she really can’t handle it and in fact doesn’t WANT to be forced to carry this burden, and she has the weapon that represents that burden in her hands now, and the blacksmith implicitly told her to come back if things changed. so…

one of the big questions i have for 9.8 is whether ruby is going to miserably isolate herself (like she did in V8) or if she’s going to try asking the ever after for help. bc right from the start, this world has been telling her “you don’t have to. you can stop. you get to choose. what do YOU want?” and i think that played a huge role in bringing this to the surface. its the combination of being so beaten down AND the sudden contrast of how the ever after cares about how she feels and what she wants.

it’s often difficult to see how bad things really are until you lurch into a better situation by accident. and then it hits you like a truck.

how things shake out with neo depends a lot, i think, on what order they happen. there’s three (or four) like, obvious items on the narrative to-do list for ruby’s breakdown: 1. little helping her figure out what she is, 2. confrontation with neo, and 3. the second encounter with the blacksmith; and possibly 4. a ponderstorm. (if the ponderstorm occurs separately. i think it’s more likely the storm will be the narrative scaffolding for the first three points, bc it’s both more efficient and more compelling to do all of this sort of ‘together’ rather than sequentially.)

the big question is which comes first. i figure the sequencing will be either little -> neo -> blacksmith, with neo interrupting the little conversation and the resultant confrontation/storm leading them ultimately to the blacksmith. OR, blacksmith + little -> neo, with ruby’s crystallizing NEED to change answered immediately by the blacksmith, ruby figuring out at least a rough idea of what ‘laying her burden down’ means to her, and then coming face-to-face with neo at the moment when she’s made a decision but doesn’t yet know how to put it into practice.

it’s not… impossible that she encounters neo first, i wouldn’t be surprised per se if that’s what happens, but it does seem a lot less likely to me, mostly bc ruby is in SUCH rough shape rn. she can’t fight. the bloody rampage theory hinges on the assumption that ruby will just snap out of it if she gets mad enough, but i don’t think that… tracks, really? (especially not when this is postulated as what fixes her. killing ADAM was portrayed as 1. completely, unequivocally morally justified and necessary, and 2. still a profoundly upsetting experience for both of them but especially for blake. and y’all think ruby going berserk and brutally killing or maiming neo in a blind rage would be IN ANY WAY treated as constructive or healing? what show are you watching?)

so if she does encounter neo first, i think there will have to be some sort of complication to swerve the confrontation away from being a serious physical altercation. bc if it’s a physical altercation and ruby hasn’t gotten the chance to at least begin working through this stuff, she either runs away or neo kills her.

i think the most plausible options for what the complication might be are 1. a ponderstorm hits them and they’re put into a space where violent engagement flat out isn’t possible, or else 2. ruby reacts in a way that is so wildly at odds with neo’s revenge fantasy that neo’s violent intention stalls out. bc like one of the really interesting things about neo as an antagonist is she’s both single-minded but also very fickle. her desire for vengeance initially focused on cinder, and cinder redirected it toward ruby with remarkable ease. she’s committed but lacks any real conviction. so i think ruby might be able to deflect her, at least temporarily, just by not following the script.

but i do think it’s more likely that neo will happen after ruby has, like, at least had a moment to catch her breath and really feel the enormity of what she just did. for “i don’t want to be a huntress anymore.“ to crystallize as a conscious thought and desire that she can acknowledge. if only bc it allows for this progression from “i’m NOT a huntress.” to “…so then what am i?” to coming face-to-face with neo and choosing deliberately to deal with her not like a huntress. neo potentially is kind of ruby’s answer to herself, to this question of “what are you going to become?” that has to follow after “i’m done being a huntress.”

#rwby v9 spoilers #but yeah the bloodthirst. i don’t get it #maybe it’s just the expectation that there HAS to be a big climactic fight scene?

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pancake-breakfast · 8 months

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Now that Bluesummers is back on the playing field, I'm a bit scared of what's to come. He better not hurt my precious Livio.

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for TriMax Vol. 11, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Get Ready, Get Set

HAhahahahahaha, Knives is double-D's....

Chronicaaaaaaa!!! I've been waiting to meet her since I heard about her in Stampede! Look at her, sitting there all pretty with her hot tea.

"This kind of problem"? This suggests they've dealt with it before, or at least have taken the possibility of it into consideration.

Well, if fusing with other plants gets around the black hair phenomenon, then Knives should be fine. That's... a... good thing....?

Yeah, I'm beginning to think the dependent Plants are legit trying to overwhelm Knives with their own consciousnesses to sort of save him without killing him. Kind of like what he's doing, except there's a LOT more of them, and they're a LOT less violent.

Uhhhh... did this guy just lob a coin at them and then... die??

LOL, Vash is being way too dramatic about this. You can't tell me that, in all his years on a planet with a decreasing population, he never learned to recognize a dead body.

LOL, random question about clams vs. fish. Where are they getting either of those on this planet? From Plants??

Ohhhh, Zazie. That explains a lot. Zazie's done with Knives right now. And since Zazie's worms, being shredded up by Legato isn't exactly gonna stop them.

I like the little worm halo. You know, so we know it's dead.

LOL, panic and descending chaos. I approve.

LOL, EVERYONE is crying. Worm panic causes tears.

I wonder if Stampede will introduce control worms or if they'll just stick with the extensive spy network.

Dude, Meryl and Milly did a thorough search of the device and didn't realize it has an audio playing function embedded in it??

Wait, he's connected to Legato now?? That's so impractical. What if Legato was still in a coma? Or taking a leak? Or had his mouth full of beef that he was slurping up??

Also, whyyyy does he have a new weird iron maiden puppet thing?? Do I want to know? I feel like I don't want to know.

Man, I get Vash's depression over this. But Livio is here to cheer him on!

Oh, gosh, Livio.... You aren't a monster, my friend. You're just a person.

"That bitch"? Strong words. Does he mean Elandira?

Ah, yeah, he does.

I... do not know if Livio can actually handle Elandira. She's pretty unhandle-able.

Ok, this right here is a good moment for Livio.

LOL, did Vash hurt his hand giving Livio a friendly pat?

Vash is the resident Plant expert here.

DIY explosives. Not concerning at all. Luida looks ready to smack him if he gives the wrong answer here.

Wait, Luida hears the voices of the Plants? What does that mean??

Ohhh, NM, that was Vash speaking.

"Is it possible for something created by humanity to completely break away from their creators?" Let me direct you to Exhibit A: Vash the Stampede, and perhaps more convincing Exhibit B: Millions Knives. Yes, I realize there's room for debate on how much either of them have "broken away," but they definitely have a will that is independent of the will of those who created them.

Ohhh, these are Plant thoughts. That makes them a LOT more significant.

Aww, Vash calling the Plants in the arc "the girls."

How the hell is Vash gonna keep both Knives and Legato in check? That didn't work out so well for him last time.

OMG everything about this. Thank God these two are finally hugging it out. They need this.

Milly telling Vash that Meryl can still get sad. Good on her. Anyone can still get sad. Being able to get sad isn't a sign of weakness.

Ugh, them kissing their fists and then bumping them. This is why people ship these two.

"Who's that helping us? Vash the Stampede, you say? Hmm, sounds familiar, but I just can't place it." Something something social strata. This guy's never been low enough on the totem poles to keep abreast of bounty hunter knowledge.

FYI, the untranslated Japanese across the top here is basically, "What the hell?!" or "What was that?!"

Ohhhh, that stupid-ass military general doesn't look like he's prepared to comply.

The Earth forces are not happy about Knives. Including Chronica.

Aaaand Livio's hunted down Elandira. I'm sure this will go smoothly.

Chapter 6: That Which Can Be Protected

Why do I feel like this volume is gonna end on a major cliffhanger?

Oh, hey! Baby Livio!

That's right! You've protected others before, and you can do it again!

What, you guys just gonna stare at each other all day? I mean, that's not necessarily bad. I'm just asking.

She looks kinda sad.

That... is one giant nail.

Yeah, she's pretty scary. The only thing that gives Livio a chance here is how crazy his regenerative ability is.

How did she know where he would stand so her nail landed in the right spot?

TBH, Elandira doesn't seem to like most people, regardless of gender. Have we met anyone she likes? She tolerates Zazie and Wolfwood, and didn't seem any more positively inclined than that toward any of the other Gung-Ho Guns. She hates Legato. She's dedicated to Knives, but she doesn't seem to like him. He's her boss and is gonna take her to Armageddon. It seems more transactional than anything else.

Ooh, low blow, Elandira. Very in character for her, but... but... I, the reader, don't want to hear people insulting Wolfwood like that.

Mmmmm, this is not a secluded fighting spot. That's... problematic.

"I was going to let you go because we're all going to die anyway." Hahaha, she's such a nihilist. I would have loved to have seen her in a more casual, less murder-ful setting. She would LOVE running her own drag bar, I think.

Hahahaha, all the random civilians being like, "You guys are too rowdy! Get out!" Good for them. Also, they clearly don't know who they're talking to.

Noooooo! Stop hurting my Livio! He needs to be protected, not FILLED WITH GIANT NAILS!!!

Ok, this is interesting. It sounds like some part of her wants to hope, or maybe did hope at some point in time, but the world beat it out of her a long time ago. She sounds... like Livio in the Before Times.

Man, I thought that looked like a nuke, but I didn't want to assume something about this world's tech like that.

How did she get the key for the bomb??

Hey! I recognize that hat!

Awww, of course he was protecting kids! And now these kids are gonna have the kind of trauma one gets from seeing someone who was trying to protect you brutally stabbed through with a bunch of nails.

Aww, Livio's decided kids are cute. Good for him.

They just met him and they're so worried about him! Oh, I think I should probably be worried about him, too, but for some reason I'm not? IDK, I just think he'll pull through.

See? He's fine. And apparently about to try to adopt half a dozen kids.

Oh, they have a mother-type person. Good. Livio's life's a bit dangerous right now to be looking after a bunch of kids. Maybe when things settle down.

He seems hesitant to accept this gift, but he also knows this act of gratitude is important to her.

Hahahaha, this little hat kid is determined. Scared, but determined.

Oh, man. When do you think Livio last felt his heart soar? This is giving me the feels.

Ohhhh shit, it's his old crush! Also, six years my ass.

Hmm, not so cliffhanger after all. Nice.

Archive

Trigun Vol. 1: Covers + 1-3, 4, 5-6, 7-8, 9-10 || Vol. 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 2-4, 5-6, 7-8

TriMax Vol. 1: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 2: Covers + 1, 2-4, 5, 6-7 || Vol. 3: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-7 || Vol. 4: Covers + 1-2, 3-5, 6-7 || Vol. 5: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 6: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 7: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 8: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5 + Bonus || Vol. 9: Covers + 1-2, 3-4, 5-6 || Vol. 10: Covers + 1-3, 4-5, 6-8 || Vol. 11: Covers + 1-2, 3-4

Extra Credit: Trigun Vol. 1: Nebraska vs. Vash's Motivations, Vash's Loneliness, Vash's Depression (pt. 2 of post), Soupy Brains || Vol. 2: Coin Factoids || TriMax Vol. 1: Lina, Vash, and a Haircut || Meryl, Vash, and the Pursuit of Happiness || Vol. 5: Knives, Vash, and Hatred for Humanity || Vol. 6: Coping Series: Wolfwood, Meryl, Vash || Vol. 8: The Uncoordinated Counterattack || Vol. 9: Justice, Punishment, and Mercy, The Tolling of an Iron Bell || Vol. 10: Crucifixion Symbology (pt. 2 of post), Merging of Families, Being Childlike (And Why God Hates Chapel)

#trigunbookclub #trigun maximum #volume 11 #pancake thoughts

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textingaboutprometheus · 1 year

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"People move and make enormous sacrifices for their partners’ careers all the time."

Here is where I have to jump the curb & hit Woody as hard as I possibly can because I can tell this statement means that some of you don't actually know how bad Ronan's childhood was or why his particular trauma could easily prevent him from doing this, even if he genuinely wanted to.

Forgive me for the length of this b/c I could rant about this all day.

Woody totally controlled Mia's life. He controlled her mind...he controlled her career. She couldn't work for anyone else. She couldn't really travel much (which as you can see from her life after him...she loves to do). She had to be available to him at all times because he re-wrote, re-shot & re-edited every film he made (on top of everything else's he's lazy & not actually a "genius filmmaker") & they made a film every year. And he underpaid her. Then after all the crimes & the custody trial...he basically had her blacklisted in the industry & stiffed her on child support & she had to scramble to find jobs in other countries with 14 mouths to feed

It's not discussed much b/c obviously, it was only, at most, the 3rd worst relationship Woody had with one of his or Mia's kids, but Ronan's relationship with Woody was particularly terrible from the day he was born. Among many other things, Woody was violent to him when he was very small. Ronan (I think he was 7 or so?) screamed & fainted in the courtroom when a judge said he had to continue to have visitation with him. Honestly I hope he doesn't remember or has blocked it out.

Obviously you all know about Woody's heinous crimes but here is just one example of one of the many slightly more mildly psychotic things he did that would destroy a child's sense of stability & trust. You know how Woody's whole excuse for grooming & seducing Soon-Yi is "I didn't live with them, I barely knew these kids"? Well, in reality he put the whole family through a gaslighting search for a house where they could all live together. It went on for years. They looked at a million houses b/c he had a long list of specifications that had to be met, everything down to "the shower drains can't be in the middle of the shower, they have to be in the corner" (like I said...psycho).

Finally he bought a house. Completely furnished it to his exacting taste. Probably spent millions. Mia packed up the kids & they all went there to try it out. They spent one night there & the literal next day Woody was like "the vibes are bad. We can't stay. I'm selling it". And Mia was like...I guess I'm giving up on living together then & went back to Connecticut.

Now obviously Lovett is NOTHING LIKE that monster, he's a wonderful guy that we all want to be happy & to have everything he wants, and I understand if people want to blame Ronan for just being flighty & wanting to bang a bunch of guys & be free but the way I see it is...

If the concept being presented is "a rich man with a powerful media career has bought a house in a location of his choosing -- not yours -- & you will move there & do as he says because his career is more important than yours" -- I can absolutely see why that might trigger a deeply instinctual response in Ronan that says "run". Whether he's even entirely conscious of it or not.

I think Ronan tried to overcome all this and trust Jon and be who Jon wanted him to be...I really do. I think he just can't do it. He's probably never going to be a person who puts his partner's needs or career entirely ahead of his own. For better or worse. And I can't be mad at Jon for needing what he needs -- which are perfectly reasonable things to ask for -- either.

Blame Woody. He's an easy man to hate even if he's a total stranger who has had zero direct impact on your life but I'm sure this is all part of why Lovett still clearly hates his fucking guts

Woody is a piece of shit. End of story

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minty-fics · 2 years

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Falling at the Library / Hero Aca

Presyncope/ orthostatic intolerance fic1

- word count 892

BNHA / MHA / Hero Aca

Gender Neutral c/n x Tenya Iida

c/n means character name I use it instead of Y/N -

fluff and kinda whump, could be read as romantic or platonic

summary: Iida and the reader stays at the library studying for too long and in their rush to get back to the dorms the reader triggers their presyncope-like symptoms and falls which makes Iida worried about their safety.

Both of them have been at the school library for hours, and with how long the two had been studying it's quite probable the librarian has already left.

"Iida, how early do we have to leave to get to the dorm before curfew?"

"Oh it takes me maybe 2 minutes why?"

"2 minutes? It's on the edge of campus, I assume that time is with you using your quirk then." They pondered at the person across from them peering through his glasses at the eyes that were still fixated on the book he read -but would soon lift up to meet the eyes that peered at him.

"Of course,” he exclaimed with a smile,”It's actually very efficient going from working my mind to working my quir- oh. I'm so sorry!” In his voice and on his face anyone could see the moment Iida realized the mistake. “When we changed to meeting after class instead of before. I mean. I completely forgot to consider you being here too, that was so inconsiderate and unprepared of me! Oh no. Then that means!" Iida quickly looks out the nearest window, which is simple given that most of the walls were practically just windows. By the ever growing darkness outside and the fact that the lamps had already turned on Iida, and c/n’s, fears were confirmed.

The time was very late. (I hope someone gets the reference)

Trying to stop the spew of apologies directed at them and focus on the situation at hand, c/n tries to direct their nerves into solving the situation. "It's not like were not going to be late if we leave the next couple minutes." The interjection didn't seem to stop the frantic Iida. "It's completely unacceptable, I hope you forgive me. As class president and as the one who asked if we could study after class I should take full responsibility and-""Iida." He finally stops and they stare at each other for just a second.

"We should be going."

He nods in agreement before, as quickly as possible, collecting his reading and note taking materials to put back in his school bag as his classmate does the same both clearly in a rush. As expected Iida was faster and was already waiting to leave when c/n slung their bag over their shoulder as they stood up, and suddenly they weren't.

Iida's eyes widened in surprise as a loud thump rang out through the empty library. C/n on the ground, their shins and one arm holding them up.

"Are you okay?" Iida rushes over to check on his classmate. "What was that thud, are you bruised or cut at all?" You could see the worry in his eyes as he frantically tries to assess what just happened.

Beginning to hold the table's leg with one hand and shoo Iida back with their other c/n responds "I'm fine. The thud was my bag hitting the table. Just give me a moment."

Iida does slow down and back off slightly, then he lightly touches the wrist of the hand shooing him off. "You seem to shaking are you sure you're okay?"

It's this moment he also realizes that they were staring directly at one spot, at nothing, as now they've started to violently blink. "I'll get back up after I've fully regained vision it’s okay."

"What?"

"Peripherals haven't come back yet."

"c/n that's not what I meant. I meant to ask what you mean by-" "Ah. It's back now, just still a lil fuzzy."

"C/N!" It's at this moment they finally look back into his eyes and try to smile reassuringly. "c/n, do you commonly lose your vision like this?" Iida finally stopped trying to ask every question at once even though more and more questions enter his mind before the last one was even completed.

"Yeah it's pretty often, but this usually just happens in the mornings for me. Unless I've been sitting for a while and I guess we have been studying for quite some time."

Those hundreds of questions are still bouncing around his head, c/n can see it on his face, and the concern far from fading even as relief enters his mind from c/n's calm response. "I'm really gonna be okay, like I said this is a daily thing for me, and it's not uncommon to happen more than once a day. It was mostly because I stood up too fast. Oh but don't worry it shouldn’t happen again as we go back to the dorm. The dorm! We gotta go!" They turned to grab the bag that had hit the desk and landed not far from them and with the other hand accepted their class president's outstretched hand that offered them help getting up.

Although believing what c/n said about this not likely happening again on the way back Iida was sure to help them up slowly and even was careful during the return to the dorms, which means walking even slower than what would be normal for a non-speed hero… which means they definitely got back to the dorms after curfew. The chaos that ensued from 1-A’s reaction to class president Iida being out after curfew, well some people still don’t believe it and they saw him enter the dorm building following c/n.

#bnha #mha #hero aca #my hero academia #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #whump #presyncope #pots #orthostatic hyoptension #presyncope c/n #no clean up I die like the lazy idiot i am #dysautonomia #potsie #heds #orthostatic intolerance #iron deficiency

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genork-the-fandork · 1 year

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Understand

Word Count: 760

Prompt: "Relationships"

Featured Characters: Saki Kimishima, Miu Shinonome, Floramon, & Syakkomon

A/N: This is my two-fer day! To me, it made sense to have the two youngest together on one of these days, and what better day than Relationships! So here we are, hahaha. I'm still wrapping my head around Saki being 12 (I personally like the theory that her birthday is just later in the year), but I do enjoy her and Miu's reactions quite a bit. She's always so considerate with Miu and seems to really understand how she works, even more than Kaito. So anyway, I decided to play with that a bit! This theoretically takes place after Part 4, though again, I'm not exactly following the canon.

@surviveweek

"He's so annoying." Miu crossed her arms and stuck out her bottom lip, her back pressed against the wall of the music room.

Saki gave her a sympathetic smile from where she sat at the piano. She didn't play, but she wasn't sure how receptive Miu would be to a close proximity. Even with her own consent, she was sometimes still nervous over these things herself. Floramon was a different story, of course.

"I'm sure he means well, even if he shows it the wrong way," she finally said, her fingers lightly brushing over the keys. It had been barely twenty-four hours since they had reunited with Miu, and Kaito was already showing signs of the overbearing brother Miu surely thought he was. This wasn't a surprise to the rest of the group, of course, considering how he'd acted prior to her rescue. He had a one-track mind when it came to his sister. Saki feared there was something much darker lying beneath the surface of that, a reason why Kaito was so determined to protect her and why Miu was so determined to elude him. Not that she was going to come right out and ask, as direct as she could be. There were some things that people didn't want to tell.

"Kaito is a pain, simple as that," Miu said. "I hate when he's like this. It's like he won't let me do anything on my own!"

Now that sounded awfully familiar. Saki removed herself from the piano bench and perched on the ground in front of Miu. The sentiment she was about to share would be easier to convey if they were on the same level. "You know, I can kind of understand where he's coming from."

"Oh no, not you, too!" Miu's eyes widened, her pout turning into a grimace. Syakkomon, who had been letting Miu have her way and vent about her brother, glanced at Saki knowingly, as if she knew what Saki was planning to do.

"Hear me out." Saki took a deep breath. "I have someone in my life a lot like Kaito. They worry over me in a similar way, though I can't say they get as violent as he does." Miu scoffed, but Saki chuckled. When not faced with a violence-prone Kaito, it was kind of amusing to think about. She continued, "They love me, and so they want to make sure I'm safe and sound at all times. That's not really possible every second of the day, but I try not to worry them too much."

Miu's hardened expression managed to crack. "I know he cares about me, but he's just so annoying about it!"

Saki nodded. "Loved ones can be like that. They don't even realize how they come across sometimes. None of us could get through to him when he was worried about you. It took a lot of convincing to get him to stop and think for a minute."

Silence. Then: "Really?"

"Really. He looked ready to tear apart anyone who was going to hurt you. Especially after Arukenimon." Saki frowned. Arukenimon was still out there, unfortunately for them. But at least Miu wouldn't have to face her alone. "I think he's really afraid of losing you, Miu."

The younger girl let out a sigh. "I guess… that makes sense." She looked to Syakkomon, who perked up at the attention. "What do you think, Syakkomon?"

"I think your brother really loves you!"

"Yeah, you're right." Miu looked over to Saki with a shy smile. "Thank you, Saki."

"Saki is so smart, isn't she?" Floramon finally piped up, sensing the end of the conversation. "She's the greatest!"

"Now, now, Floramon." Saki laughed, petting the plant creature on the head. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves. All I did was help her understand. Now we just need to see if Kaito will ever listen to me."

"I'll make him listen!" Miu was back to her usual energetic self, her sleeved hands on her waist as she proudly declared, "Or I'll put a curse on him!"

"He better watch out, then," Saki laughed, and even Syakkomon and Floramon looked amused. "I'd hate for him to get cursed by his own sister!"

The two girls agreed to get some fresh air, and as they did, Saki saw Kaito smile at how happy his sister looked. Maybe this was a step in the right direction for the two siblings. Plus, whether she knew it or not, Miu had a friend in Saki to rely on, too.

And wasn't that a comforting thought?

#digimon #digimon survive week #survive week #digimon survive #gen writes #digimon drabble #saki kimishima #miu shinonome #floramon #syakkomon

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scorpionwins · 2 years

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hi, I just wanted to ask something. This has been bugging me for a while, but how come you're not as mad as Archie as you are at Betty? it takes TWO people to kiss...

Why hello!! I'm more than happy to rant about this because it's been on my BRAIN, just sitting there, so thanks for giving me an opportunity :D

So, I'm going to assume you're asking why I don't hold Betty and Archie to the same standard when it comes to bringing up the b*ghead break up/the infamous double judas kiss that started it all. To be as frank as possible; It's very much favoritism. But the justified kind, so lower your pitchforks.

Just by a quick scroll to my blog, I think it's unmistakably evident I like Archie over Betty; Like a red dot in a white room. You can't miss it. It's there. And as third party viewers, our individual feelings, opinion, and attachments we form towards these characters motivate the moral standards we set for them.

Take a generous majority of Betty stans, for example; Despite being united by the same romantic relationship in the show, they have a direct connection in strongly disliking the male half of said relationship; Jughead.

Betty is very much the golden child of B*gheads, so I figured it was fair game. Arguably, you can say some of them maintain some objectivism, but not enough for me to consider it valuable.

Now, am I saying Archie's a perfect angel who could do no wrong? That because he's the fandom's ' haha, big himbo Boi golden retriever stupid wholesome jock' means all guilt and responsibility should be absorbed from his part? No! Absolutely not.

I don't think there's anyone in this fandom who hates the " Archie is a perfect angel and our annoying but beloved protagonist " narrative more than I do;

Fuck. No. Archie is a violent, careless, emotionally inept douchebag, who wouldn't know what a non-dysfunctional relationship was if it spit in his eye. But here's a thing, Archie isn't the protagonist; He's the antagonist.

Arguably speaking, Archie's the most morally ambiguous/morally grey character on the show, in my opinion. Not because he struggles with separating dark from light, but because he chooses both.

I can't really look at a kiss and all that other shit he's done and be like ' oh YEA, kissing was definetly worse!' the same logic can apply to Betty, but here's ANOTHER thing; Archie didn't owe Jughead loyalty.

Archie wasn't his boyfriend; Archie wasn't the one promising he won't do it again; Archie wasn't the one who went behind his back. He's the mistress in this scenario, and mistresses aren't morally indebted to anyone.

Betty was. She was Jughead's girlfriend. She was the one who sang " you're the only man for me" and yet does the opposite, on quite clear multiple times. (There's accounts of consecutive emotional cheating as well) and she's the one who's actions hurt Jughead the most because SHE was dating him.

Hell, Archie and Jughead were barely even friends; I'll even argue to say a constant theme in the show is the constant construction and reconstruction of Jarchie's friendship. How they fail to be friends but still choose eachother, over and over again, because they're held together by memories and nostalgia.

Of course I can't hold the same bitterness for Archie when his involvement and presence in Jughead's life doesn't hold the same impact as Betty's. Archie never promised him anything. Betty did.

At best, Archie owes Jughead an apology, but his real target of compensation should be his actual partner. Veronica. Archie owes her remorse.

I'll even go ahead and say it - the varchie break up hurt more because their relationship was build on actual meaningful, mature grounds.

b*ughead is a middle schooler's relationship goals. Which is to be expected because they were 16, teenagers, yet! Archie and Veronica happen to be characters with more experience in romance, both by direct and indirect contact. (From multiple partners to their own parents separating respectively)

I don't necessarily like comparing emotional damage; I do my best not to cherry pick. However, I don't think I owe cheaters the courtesy of fair thinking.

There's no good reason to cheat. It's a destructive, cruel, abusive act of disrespect towards your partner, and I'm not at all moved by Betty's performative remorse, especially because she clearly doesn't feel it as much as the fandom pushes it.

But I'll say it once and I'll say it for as long as I can; If anti Barchies dislike barchie because they like Betty, I dislike b*ghead because I love Jughead.

#i hope this doesn't come across as ' if your partner cheats on you with your friend - just forgive the friend'#like no obviously. they're BOTH culpable but there's a different standard for them from an emotional standpoint #riverdale #riverdale negativity #kinda #anti betty cooper #anti bughead #jughead jones #meta #archie andrews #veronica lodge #asks #i'd also go as far as to say i'm easier on archie bc he takes actual accountability for what he's done #he's not betty - he can't wear apathy disguised as remorse so he just doesn't find excuses for himself #when jughead confronts him (if you can even call it that) he doesn’t defend himself; he doesn’t expect jughead to just forget this happened #he especially doesn’t expect their relationship to ever be the same after. but like i mentioned -#archie and jughead have different maturity levels when it comes to relationships. betty is Jughead's first girlfriend #and of course he holds a strong attachment to her. in his mind he and betty will stay together forever #and re write their dark destinies with the power of love. archie - who had multiple partners with very different and distinct personalities #knows that's very much not the case. there's a certain realism archie has when it comes to romantic relationships that jughead #doesn't possess until later sessons

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esnyshire · 1 year

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amateur PT. 2

summary: In part two of amateur, Love visits Harry at the pool again. This time she gets a front row seat to some self-gratification.

warning: some humiliation, masturbation, public sexual conduct, and voyeurism, this was lightly edited

wc: 2.8k

♫ Bam Bam by Sister Nancy

There was no chance in making it to the pool early today, my dance coach called for an emergency team meeting. Something about a co-captain breaking her leg. Which called for a whole new formation for our choreography. I try not disappoint anyone in my life, and although dance is my life I still felt guilty for leaving Harry hanging. In order to make everyone happy I decided to invite a couple of dance friends to the pool, and by a couple I mean the whole dance class.

A big stereo follows behind me blasting music so loud I feel the floor tremble every step I take. The pool is usually filled with neighboring residents, so seeing a groups of strangers enter gets them staring.

"Ladies." I make my presence known. My friends crowd around me at the empty picnic table. Everyone settles in and i scope the area for the one person I've been thinking about since I left the pool the other day, my lifeguard. Except when I look, the chair is empty. He's not here.

It's silly of me to be so excited to see Harry, but this is the most fun I've had in a while and seeing him for a second day in a row doesn't sound too bad.

"Harry's on break, babygirl." The use of his name directs me to behind me. She's alone.

"What makes you think I'm looking for him, ma'am?"

"Ma'am? Oh baby cut the shit, I saw you leave with him out that locker yesterday." She points to the lockers and chuckles.

I look over and see a sign hung on the door that says 'on lunch'.

I swallow my pride and apologize "I'm sorry for lying, I just don't want anyone to know."

"I don't see why, but no worries darlin'." She chews her gum loudly, silently judging me. She even snickers at me as she reads her magazine. I thank her and make my way to the lockers.

When i open the door and focus on his back in the corner of the room, goosebumps erupt on my skin and my cheeks flare up from the heat. His beautiful skin is a shade darker from when I last saw him. I find myself dazed in his looks. What throws me off the most is his hand, gripping the wall above his head. Heavy, uncontrolled breathing catches my ear. His soft moans are music to my ears. His tricep is shaking violently and his head slowly falls back. My eyes scour his body and land on the band of his trunks that are pulled down slightly. Just enough to show the top of his ass crack.

My stomach flips at the thought of him choosing such a public area to do this in. He doesn't seem like the type to do something like this, where he can easily get caught. I can only hope that what happened yesterday between us, has given him enough courage to want to try new things.

I can teach him a lot. He wouldn't know what to do with all the information I could give to him. How to touch a woman the proper way, to listen and pick up on what they like or dislike. How rough he should be. Just how good it feels to be soft with someone, and sexy when needed. My imagination of the endless possibilities are interrupted, the softest of moans I've ever heard leaves his pretty lips. It's over before it starts and he sounds so salacious my palms begin to sweat.

My thighs squeeze together from arousal. I feel my breathing become shallow as I watch him touch himself, unaware that I'm in the locker room with him.

A moan sneaks it's way up my throat as I witness his hand violently stroke his dick, he buckles under the pleasure. He immediately tucks himself back into his pants and pushes himself off the wall. His face is red and the sweat from his hard work is evident on his forehead. Loose strands of hair stick to his skin, he may have concealed himself but his heavy breathing is a dead giveaway.

I've had my fair share of both men and woman, but Harry is simply the most beautiful man I've ever seen. My body screams for him to touch me.

He visibly relaxes when he sees it's just me. I'm no better than a man cause for the first time since entering I see Harry in his whole glory and choke on my spit when I see the bulge in his pants. He's so hard you can see it throbbing through his trunks. I don't think my legs can clench anymore harder than they already are.

Fuck, I love those swimming trunks.

"Don't stop now, I was just starting to enjoy the show,"

"I- I was just-" I smile at him as he stumbles over his words.

"Keep going," I encourage him.

His eyes widen at my request, not expecting me to ask him to touch himself again. "What?"

I lift my chin at him. "Go on."

He hesitates, but eventually he brings his hand to his chest, his palm covers majority of his moth tattoo. My mouth waters at the idea of him performing self-gratification. He begins his voyage to the spot I'm dying for him touch. His teases the elastic of his trunks, finding the courage to continue. I inhale sharply when he does, not realizing I was holding my breath in the first place. He lowers them and his cock springs out, hitting him on his stomach.

The head of his cock is a deep pink, the same color as his lips. He's swollen and crying out for help, oozing with pre-cum. My nails dig so hard into my palms, I might break skin. I grab my clothes, i need to ground myself. I'm open to try anything just so I don't pass the fuck out. He takes hold of himself and begins to stroke at a speed so slow, I feel my ears start to ring from the pressure in my head. His eyes are low and glossed over with a look of pure lust. I'm fully dressed but I feel completely naked. The way he's looking at me, I feel like I should be naked.

Then an idea pops into my mind. The only thing harder than standing while masturbating is speaking. So, I begin my interrogation.

"Why are you touching yourself at work?"

His eyebrows scrunch and his nose crinkles as the question leaves my lips. He doesn't answer so I continue my parade of questions.

"Did something rile you up? You just couldn't wait to take care of yourself after work?" I focus on his face as I ask my question, to see if he tells the truth or not.

He nods to my questions. I smirk. "You know that's not what I want." I quirk my eyebrows at him, putting my hands on my hips. "I want you to use your words for me."

I don't have it in me to just stand here and not do anything anymore. He keeps stroking himself as his eyelids flutter close, excitement and anger coil in my stomach as he ignores my question.

"Use your damn words." The venom in my voice grabs his attention.

"Yes, oh god yes I couldn't hold out any longer."

"Was it someone at the pool?" I don't want to think of someone else making him feel the way I do. I look away, embarrassed that if his answer is yes I'll be crushed.

"W- What? No," He stops touching himself to answer my question. "Are you jealous?"

My head whips back up to look at him. He has a smirk on his face, it's obvious I've piqued his interest with this conversation.

"If I was, so what," I state harshly. I don't like where this is going.

"That's so hot." He whispers under his breath, giving my body a once-over. I suddenly get a wave of shyness that washes over me and I begin to blush, heat creeping up on my face.

I ignore his statement. "What was it then?"

"You," His hand begins to pick back up speed, roughly stroking his dick. I was the reason why he's so worked up. I feel bold enough that I might strip right now and fuck him against the lockers.

"I can't stop thinking about you on your knees." His words have my legs clenching against each other. I bring my hands to my hair and comb through my curls, trying to calm myself down. I'm so excited i don't think I can form sentences. The room feels cloudy, I can't handle it anymore.

"I'm gonna change in here if that's okay with you." I take my bag from my shoulder and sift through it. He stops stroking and looks at my bag and back to my face.

"Nobody told you to stop," I set my bag down next to my feet. I place my bathing suit on top of my bag. He nods his head and picks back up where he left off. I slowly lift my shirt above my head and tossing it to the side.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Love." He moans. I've barely pulled my pants halfway down my ass when I stop in my tracks. The way my name rolls off his tongue sparks a fire in my stomach I haven't felt in a while.

A smile forms on my lips as I twist around and push my pants down so he can get a view of my bare behind. Wearing a thong was the best idea.

"What my name, pretty boy?" I say as my pants slide down my legs, landing around my ankles.

"Love, I'm close Love." It's like he knows I don't want him to come just yet. He's breathless and holding on just for me. I want to suck the soul out of this man.

"Don't cum until I'm done getting dressed," I unhook my bra with one hand and step out my pants. I'm standing across the locker room, in front of Harry in just a thong. The room is hot and our breathing is erratic. My legs are weak and I'm sure his are worse than mine, but that doesn't stop him from his frantic hand movements. If I open my legs i know I'll see a trail of my cum down the inside of my thighs from how worked up he's gotten me. I've only been watching him touch himself for less than ten minutes and I'm already a wet mess.

"You missed me, baby?" I tease.

"Yes." I turn back around to throw my bra in his direction.

"Yes, what?" My breath is shallow as I speak. He grunts in frustration.

"Love, please. I can't take it anymore." He moans each word.

I slip my thong down, not breaking eye contact with Harry as I glide my hands seductively down my legs. I take my time putting on each piece and tying each knot. I touch and tickle my way up and down my body as I watch him lose himself across the room. When the last piece of fabric leaves my fingers with a hard snap to my hip, his body curled into itself and he shivers in pleasure. I finally let the words I know he's ready to beg for leave my lips.

"Come for me Harry, you're such a good boy for waiting for me." My voice is soft and strained from the constant throbbing in between my legs. I could cry from how intense it feels.

His entire body trembles from his orgasm, giving him a full-body workout. His knees buckle and his jaw drops in pleasure.

"Look at me," I demand.

The cum from his orgasm falls to the floor inches away from his bare feet. It's when he connects his eyes with mine that he lets out a beautiful sound, a mix between a greedy moan and a cry for help. I give in to my need to kiss him and notice his eyes start to water. I rush to his corner of the room and crash my lips to his. It's hard and rushed, the familiar taste of sunscreen makes me smile into the kiss. I've missing the way his lips taste even as I kiss him at this moment. I never want it to end.

He wraps his arm around my body and lifts me, standing up straight. He squeezes me, cutting off airflow. I moan into his mouth as I feel his dick rub on my pussy through my bikini. He chuckles as he breaks the kiss.

My legs dangle, he still hasn't let me down. Our noses touch, and his warm breath is fanning over my lips as he speaks. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for you."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, I was going to come earlier but I had an emergency," I'm just happy to know I wasn't the only one waiting to see the other.

"That's not what I meant, but better late than never." He sets me down on my feet, towering over my body. His stare is intense and inviting, I want to lock him in my room and never let him leave. He's just so delicious to look at.

I smile at his double meaning, "I brought some friends with me, didn't really want to sit with your fans today." I smirk at him.

"Please don't remind me, they've been asking me all day if I have a girlfriend." His cheeks flush a shade of pink I can only describe as the sweetest taffy pink.

"Yeah? And what did you say?" I lift my right hand to touch his nipple, rubbing and pinching lightly.

"Mm I said I like this curly-headed blonde girl," Me asking him how the conversation went is my jealousy getting in the way. My chest shakes with anger that they decided to talk to him only after I spoke to him. Before this they would just sit, watch Harry and gossip about people from the neighborhood. "I told them, her name was Amor." He rolls the r in my name with emphasis.

I get distracted when he says my name, now he's saying it in Spanish? Dear God save me. I love it.

"I want you to put my stuff in your locker, gives me a reason to see you after your shift." I don't give him the option to say no. I need to see him away from everyone and not in some locker room.

"Okay."

"Okay, what?" I smile at him, knowing he'll give me what I want.

"Okay, Love." I grab his face and give him a quick peck to the lips and hand him my bag

I grab his chin and sneak a quick kiss. "I'll see you outside."

I make my way back to the pool and hear one of my fav grove songs we dance to to warm up at practice is playing. From my peripheral vision, I see Harry take his seat. I'm swiftly grabbed by my dance partner, he moves my hips with his hands as my body rolls with his. Spinning and grinding I lose myself in the music, enjoying every movement. He twirls me around and brings me back into his body, controlling where my body goes. He's holding my body so close to his I can smell his cologne.

He loosens his grip and lifts me up, finishing the dance. We laugh and cheer talking amongst our crew. When my eyes meet my lifeguard the smile I had on quickly leaves when I take in an angry face. His jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flared. He does nothing to hide his distaste for what just happened. I wouldn't say I'm scared or feel guilty. If anything, it turns me on. He's always so shy and quiet, seeing him so angry makes me want to act out even more now.

I'll explain that it's nothing more than years of friendship and trust from being dance partners. I leave my friends and do the only thing I know that will get him to smile. I can't stop the smirk that is plastered on my face, déjà vu hitting me like a ton of bricks as I walk around the pool.

I finally see the white wood of the chair. I tap the ankle of the beautiful lifeguard I've enjoyed in more ways than one, his eyes are already on me when I look for his, and a giggle escapes my lips before I can even get the words to form in my mouth.

"Harry?" Hopefully he'll catch on.

"Yes?" Irritation is laced in his voice. I only smile harder.

"Would you like to swim with me? A race perhaps?" My eyebrows lift as I squeak out the last of my sentence.

His face changes, all anger subsiding. He examines my face before a toothless smile appears on his face. Then a full-on smirk graces his beautifully aged face. "Of course, Love."

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girl8890 · 2 years

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R Town | Ch.19

Jungkook x FemOc

3.3k

POV: M

Warnings: Vaginal sex, Forced sex, Rape/Non-con, Emotional abuse, Domestic violence, Threatens murder, Confessions.

Index | CH20

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"You filthy! ... Fucking! ... Whore!" Felix spaces out each of his words as he thrusts into me.

Felix's presence hurts me emotionally, but the things he does to my body hurt my soul. But there's nothing that hurts me more, physically and emotionally, than when Felix decides to use my body, but when he's jealous.

The thing is, Felix doesn't even know who he's jealous about! He's just been hearing around that I've been going out late at night, and that's enough of an excuse for him to fuck me until I can't walk.

The tears stain my cheeks as Felix continues to strangle me and fuck me at the same time. I'm clawing at his hand to let me go, but he just fucks into me harder.

"You really think you could get away with it, huh? You fucking someone else. Your mine, and mine only!"

With one more squeeze of my neck that has me close to blacking out and a violent thrust into me, Felix spills his toxic seed inside of me.

He's breathing heavily, and I'm not only exhausted but completely defeated at this point. It's been three hours since Felix dragged me out of our club and brought me here to our shared bedroom to fuck me into submission. The bruises from last time just started to fade too.

Felix pulls out of me and then pushes my face away from him as he rolls over onto the other side of the bed. I guess he's finally done with calling me a whore on repeat and using my body like one.

I feel more tears fall, but I don't make a single noise. Not wanting Felix to even recognize my presence.

The thing is, I haven't been sleeping with other people besides Felix. Not that I've been wanting to sleep with him at all. HIM, on the other hand, he's been cheating on me with the girls and guys at his clubs since we first got married. But I could give a shit less about it. Why would I give a shit if someone I hate fucks around? The only thing I worry about in this is the girls in that situation.

But still, I told Felix a week ago that I haven't been sleeping around and that the people telling him I have been are delusional. I thought he left it alone after that conversation at the club, but I guess not. I just don't understand why he decided to take it out on me now.

"You really thought you could get away with it. You stupid whore."

I clench my eyes shut and feel rage bloom within me. My energy and spunk finally coming back. I think more than anything, I hate the word whore, especially coming from him. It's degrading and is only ever directed to women in a negative light. It's only ever directed to me from Felix in a negative light.

I sit right up and yell without a care about the repercussions, "I'm not a fucking whore, Felix! I haven't slept with anyone, and if anything your the fucking whore!"

Felix's eyebrows shoot up. "Excuse a fucken me? I'm a fucking saint compared to you!"

I laugh. I actually laugh at him because that's a load of crap. I get out of bed, somehow not sore, and find the closes pair of clothing to put on myself. A flowy dress is all I can grab at the moment, but hopefully, Felix doesn't think I'm putting it on to look good for him.

"Yeah, maybe a saint to a coven for Satan! I know you fuck around with all the girls and guys at the club, Felix. Do you think I'm stupid!"

Felix looks nervous for a second, but it quickly turns into a smirk, making me roll my eyes. "But you know they mean nothing to me, baby. I use condoms and none of them have ever been as tight as you."

I blanch at Felix's version of a compliment. "Your disgusting."

I begin to walk to the bedroom door, wanting to get as far away from Felix as possible, but he somehow beats me to the door. Stopping me from exiting the bedroom.

"Not so fast, my dear wife." I begin to cower at his words. His voice is deeper than usual, and he only talks that way when instead of fucking me into submission, he's going to beat me into submission. I back up as Felix steps forward. "Your not going anywhere tonight."

I back up until my back hits a wall, and Felix cages me between the wall and him. He slams his fist above my head, and I jump in response. "So, you can tell your precious Jungkook goodbye."

My eyes widen. I don't know why I'm not surprised, though. His "friends" did tell him I was sneaking around town at night, but I guess I was too distracted with being with Jungkook to think Felix would ever find out about him. There's no way he knows exactly what went down a week ago with Jungkook and me, but I also haven't let the opportunity happen again since that day. Me to afraid of what Jungkook will say the next time I see him.

Felix nods his head and uses my reaction as proof enough of his stupid way of thinking. "That's right. You really thought I wouldn't find out you've been sleeping with some nerd? God, you are so stupid. I found out about your's and his relationship before we even got into this town. You really thought I wouldn't realize we opened a business in my wife's hometown?"

I am stupid. For not realizing Felix would put two and two together about this town and me, on top of the fact that my childhood best friend lives here still and is a guy. I feel so flabbergasted all I can say is, "I-I haven't been sleeping with him."

Felix gives me a look that shows he doesn't believe me. "Sure, you haven't. And I haven't been sleeping with the girls at the club." He fake laughs and then says words that turn my blood to ice, "Stay away from the gamer geek, M. If you don't, not only will you have to deal with me, but your brother too. This is your only warning."

Then Felix walks away. I watch him walk out the door, and I don't move from my spot until I hear his car drive away. Then I fall to the ground and cry. I cry because now not only is my life in danger, but Jimin's life too. I know Jimin has some form of protection, though. Seeing Taehyung run after him a week ago was proof enough that Jimin was talking about him when he was crying to me drunk.

But I also cry because now I really can never see Jungkook again. I know I've been ignoring him, but truthfully my feelings have been only growing fonder for him since then. He's the complete opposite of Felix. He's sweet and kind, and our history together is just a bonus. Jungkook is the type of guy I used to dream of being with when I was younger. Not to mention how he made me feel a week ago. I've never felt such passion from a person before. I only ever slept with Felix, so I never knew what it was like to be touched with such care and devotion as Jungkoom did. It felt so nice, and it had me craving more.

"Fuck!" I scream into the empty mansion.

I miss Jungkook. Even when Felix threatened my life, I miss the man he tells me to stay away from. All I want to do is be with him now. Jungkook seems like the type of guy to see a girl like me and just want to hold her. I want to be held in that special way I've only heard about from girls with their boyfriends. I want to be held like being in that person's arms means protection. Like nothing can hurt you as long as you are with that person.

I felt that way about Jungkook that night. I feel that way about Jungkook now. I know it's not right to assume Jungkook is okay with being that type of person to me. A person I can rely on to love me and want to protect me at all costs. It was years before I saw him when I left at the age of eight, but since coming here and being with him again, it feels like no time has passed.

I don't want time to pass anymore. I don't want to wallow on the ground every time Felix gets jealous and takes it out on me. Just for once in my terrible life, I want to feel loved and cared for. Is that really too much to ask? Is it too much to ask to feel safe with somebody? Anybody?

I feel safe with Jungkook. I feel wanted by Jungkook, and even though all we shared was one intimate moment, something about the way he touched me and handled me so gently has me thinking there's more to Jungkook's feelings for me than just friendship.

I know he thinks I'm attractive. The constant flirting and the shy blushes his face grows when I flirt with him back is proof of that enough, but now that I've kissed him... now that he's kissed me... I want him to have feelings for me. I want him to have this longing feeling in his heart as I have.

I want to be loved by him. I no longer want to be scared of my husband and be set that this is my life. I don't want to be fearful for my life and worry about other people's lives. I hate keeping secrets about how my marriage truly is and why I'm in it in the first place.

I know it's selfish. I know my feelings and the way I'm thinking right now could put myself and others in danger, but for once, I just don't want to care. I want to be truthful about myself, and even if it's just for a night, feel free. I want to be free to be myself. Jungkook has allowed me to do this... so I stand up.

I guess I'm turning into one of those people that do the opposite of what they are told.

I stand up off the floor and wipe my tears. With one last sniffle, I let it all go. I ignore Felix's threats and do something for myself. I don't worry about what will happen after the fact, and only about the present.

I shower, put the dress back on with a pair of panties, and walk out the door. Planning to go and see the only person I've ever felt truly safe with all my life.

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When I get to Jungkook's game store, I'm surprised to find him not inside. Since we reunited, he's always been in the store. That's where we would always hang out, after all. I was to worried Felix would find out and do something reckless if he saw Jungkook and I together, so we just always stayed in the game store, but tonight I'm not caring. If Jungkook wants to fly to fucking Canada tonight, I'll say yes.

Just for tonight, I don't want to worry about anything else. But I first have to find him. I even check his office, and he's not there. I stand there, in the middle of his game store, and try to think about where he could be right now. I know he's friends with this one guy, Suga, but for a reason, he didn't explain to me why he hasn't been talking to him lately, so I don't think he would be with him.

I think and think... then I snap my fingers in realization. Although I've never been there, I remember Jungkook told me he lives in the apartment above the game store. I walk to the back of the store and exit through the back door. Once I'm outside in the back of the store, I see the black metal stairs leading to a single door. It looks like a plain maintenance door, but as Jungkook explained to me before, he made that space a place for him to live so he didn't have to be away from his games for too long.

I actually crack a smile when I think about this information. Some girls would find it weird or even annoying that a guy is that obsessed with gaming, but there's never been a time where Jungkook's seemed to pick video games over me. I hope this fact adds proof to my thinking that he has feelings for me and I'm not just delusional.

I walk up the metal stairs, and before I knock on the door, I take a deep breath. Once I see Jungkook, I'm telling him everything, so knowing I'm about to spill every single one of my secrets is kinda nerve-racking.

How Felix and I's marriage came about, how he's been treating me, my feelings for Jungkook, everything! I want to be free tonight, and the only person I trust to be free with is him, so... I knock on the door.

No one answers at first, so I go to knock again, but then in the corner of my eye, I see a little camera above the door wiggle around. I look at it curiously, but I don't get to look at it long because then the door flies open, making me jump in my spot.

I see Jungkook for the first time in a week, and I actually start to blush when I see him. His hair is a mess like he just woke up from a nap, and he's shirtless. Wearing only a pair of plaid sleeping pants. I realize now he was probably sleeping, but what really catches my eye is the sleeve of tattoos. I know he has hand tattoos, which I complimented after I saw them for the first time, but this is the first time I've seen Jungkook's entire set of tattoos. Then there's the obvious part that's made me blush and some parts of me tingle... my childhood best friend has a six-pack.

I actually have to fucking swallow to keep myself from drooling over him. Before he hopefully notices, I look back up at his wide eyes.

"M! W-what are you- where have you been?"

It's obvious by his stutter that he was worried about me, and I feel bad about making him worry. It also doesn't help that I haven't seen him in a week, and I decide to come and see him again in the middle of the night at his home.

"I'm sorry I haven't been coming to see you, but - um..." I glance at the Lee club, suddenly realizing I'm right near where Felix is most likely at right now. "Can I come in, please?"

Jungkook's eyes widen again, him realizing he hasn't asked me to come in yet. "Oh! Yeah - Yes, of course!"

I giggle out my thanks because it's adorable how he gets all flustered. I walk into his home for the first time, and the first thing I notice is how big the space is. Right at the entrance is two big, fluffy, black couches, and because I can't help myself, I skim my fingers across the fake fur. There's a flat-screen tv across from the couches with, of course, a bunch of video game consoles hooked up to it. There's also a pretty decent size dining room area with just two chairs and a small table. That's right in front of his big, all-stainless steal kitchen. I'm not sure if Jungkook likes to cook, but by the looks of his kitchen, I can tell it's definitely used.

I then see two doors, and I swallow thickly when I realize one of those rooms is Jungkook's bedroom. I wonder if he's ever brought another girl into his house... into that room...

"I know it's not much, but it's good enough for me." I look back over to Jungkook and realize he put on a shirt. I secretly wished he didn't, but I'm not here to drool over him.

"What do you mean? Your place looks great!" I spread my arms out and spin to show my excitement about it, and I'm happy to see Jungkook smile because of it. His smile is so adorable with the way all his teeth show.

"Thanks, M. I don't think I've even had anyone else up here before, so that makes you special." I fold my lips over my teeth, trying not to smile with knowing this information and the compliment he gave me.

Suddenly, Jungkook looks worried again, probably just now remembering the last time we saw each other. "As much I love seeing you again, and I don't want to scare you away, but I can't just ignore what I saw last time I saw you."

My smile falls, but I nod my head because that's fair. Me running out his office after he saw my bruises wasn't fair on him, and truthfully I was just scared of him asking questions but tonight is different. I want to come clean... I just hope he accepts the truth about me.

Jungkook steps forward, and my eyes widen when he takes my face in his hand. "And I can't just ignore what happened between us either."

I feel my smile start to form with the remainder of us kissing the last time we saw each other. Jungkook bites his lip, equally happy about this reminder.

"I didn't expect you to ignore it. My life's just... complicated."

"Tell me how then!" I'm surprised by Jungkook's sudden rise in voice, but he quickly calms down. "I'm sorry, it's just... those bruises." Jungkook shakes in rage as he mentions the bruises. "Did your husband do that to you?"

I start to cry. Not full-on wailing and falling on the floor crying, but tears do fall from my eyes. Something about the way Jungkook is talking and looking at me. He must be thinking I'm sad, but I'm not. I'm not because he sounds like he wants to kill the man who did this to me. Like he doesn't want to let me out of his sight again because of the chance of Felix hurting me. I cry because he cares. He cares about me.

I can't form words, but I do nod my head. Confirming Jungkook's question. Which ends up forming even more questions from him.

"Fuck, M , I -... why are you with him? Why do you stay with him? Why don't you leave him and find someone that will actually love you? Bruises like that are not love!"

"I know, Kookie. I know, but-"

"Do you? Fuck - like... I can treat you better then that." I knew it. Jungkook has feelings for me, but what I didn't know was...

"I love you, better then that."

Jungkook backs up, not expecting his own words to come out as or when they did.

"W-what?" I say, utterly shocked and not expecting this type of confession. Jungkook glances around, hoping I didn't hear his exact words, but he knows it's too late for him to backtrack.

Then he says, "Fuck it!" And admits, "Yeah, I love you, M! I have since we were kids. Let me love you better then him. Let me treat you better then that fucker ever has and ever fucking will!"

Jungkook holds my face in his hands again, and I see it in his eyes that everything he's saying is 100% true. And now I'm thinking...

How could this handsome, smart, kind, protective, beautiful soul of a man love a broken person like me?

If you are experiencing the same or similar situation to the one above, you’re not alone. Call this toll free national domestic violence hotline (800-799-7233) or the one in your area. The first call is just the start to recovery and rehabilitation.

Index | CH20

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jockbrannigan · 5 months

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Not everyone's an asshole

Maya and Jock catch up with each other at the Redwood Prom.

@mxyacho

Jock

-Honestly, Jock was overwhelmed. This whole night had been a risk for him and he was still undecided if it had been worth it or not. He had gotten to hang out with Mayra again and meet new people like Vi and Vivienne but all the good stuff was overshadowed by Zack and his stinky, violent attitude.-

-The temptation to run home was strong and honestly, Jock didn't think he had the will to fight it off. So he started to leave the prom. That was until he spotted Maya. Despite still wanting to get home as soon as possible, the part of his brain in charge of fighting against his agoraphobia and anxiety took over and directed him towards the familiar and friendly face.-

"Hey Maya. You OK? You having fun?"

Maya Cho

-Maya had wandered off to the bathroom and was on her way back to the party when Jock spotted her. She smiled and gave him a wave as she met him halfway.- Hey, Jock. Yeah, I'm alright. How about you? Honestly I'm surprised you came to something like this.

Jock

"Yeah, I surprised myself with this one!"

-Jock looks around nervously-

"Hey, so, be honest: not everyone here is a complete jerk, right?"

Maya Cho

-Maya notices how he's looking around and looks around with him- No, not everyone here is a jerk. Why? What happened?

Jock

"I might have found a not so friendly person. And by 'I might have', I mean I did."

Maya Cho

-Maya wondered if it was the same guy who had scared her- Who was it? What did he look like?

Jock

"Some dude called Zack. Tall, would be handsome if he wasn't so fucking sour, dark sandy hair. Sound familiar?"

Maya Cho

-it wasn't the guy, then. At least that was one guy to scrub off the list- No, can't say I've met him, but now I know to steer clear of anyone named Zack. What happened?

Jock

-Jock scratches the back of his neck and then shakes his head. He feels like he's already been over this enough times for one night-

"I pissed him off so he pushed me around. Pinned me to the floor at one point. I'm fine. Shaken, not stirred, you know?"

Maya Cho

Yeah, I know that way too well. -She realizes what she just said- I had a guy here corner me and attack me in the Laundromat.

Jock

-His eyes go wide as the realisation hits him. Before he can ask about it, Maya is filling in some of the details. He frowns.-

"I thought the Council vetted everyone here. You telling me they let in not just one but two psycho assholes? Are you OK? Dumb question, I get it, but are ya? OK, I mean?"

Maya Cho

They do....vet, I mean. But I guess psycho assholes know how to beat the system. -it was a good question- I'm better now, but I'm still a little shaken. I've been staying with Alex because I don't feel safe at home by myself, so that helps.

Jock

"Man, I'm so sorry you're going through this. It's good you've got Alex to help you through it. Things going good with him, I take it?"

Maya Cho

Yeah. I mean, we're just friends, of course. But he's a good guy. What about you? Make any friends yet?

Jock

-He raises one sceptical eyebrow at her in the wake of the 'just friends' comment but he doesn't push it any further. If it was his business, Maya would've told him the additional details.-

"I'm working on that, I swear. I mean, that's the whole point of me coming here, right? Meet new people, put faces to names or whatever."

-He cringes over his rambling and the too fresh memory of Zack looming over him-

Maya Cho

Well, I'm proud of you for coming out. I'm just sorry you had to experience an asshole. But I guess the world is still full of them.

Jock

"Not everyone's an asshole. You're not an asshole, for example."

Maya Cho

-Maya smiled as she gently nudged Jock with her fist- Aww, thanks Jock. You're not too bad yourself.

Jock

-He gives her a wide grin, a genuine one too-

"Thanks. My ego needed to hear that!"

Maya Cho

You are very welcome. I am glad to feed your ego.

Jock

-His cheeks flush a little and he scratches the back of his neck for a moment.-

"Hey, so I know you said you have Alex but if you ever want to stay with me- wait, no. My place is tiny. So if you ever want me to stay with you, I can do that. Say if Alex can't for whatever reason, I can be the back-up, you know?"

Maya Cho

-Maya notices his blush and she laughs a little as she nudges him- You're so sweet. But do you mean that? I already owe you for that one Winter....

Jock

"I wouldn't say if I didn't mean it. Plus you promised me a tattoo in return for that one Winter. Maybe now you can owe me two!"

Maya Cho

If I can get a working tattoo needle and ink and everything, I will give you as many tattoos as you want. -she gave him a smile- You are amazing, Jock. Thank you. Can I hug you?

Jock

"I could get a sleeve tattoo!"

-He laughs softly before his cheeks fully flush as she praises him. He nods in reply to her question and he opens his arms out to her-

"Yeah, you can hug me!"

Maya Cho

-Her smile gets huge as she leans in and hugs him tightly- See, now I'm extra proud of you. I'm glad you found your way here.

Jock

-Jock returns the hug and grins at her-

"I'm glad you're here too. Makes this whole experience much easier to face."

Maya Cho

Well, I'm glad I could help by just being here. -she lets go- Maybe I should stop by one of these days and check out your place. Maybe work on that sleeve of yours.

Jock

"Yeah, I'd love that! I can make you tea, I have a kettle and everything. You're welcome over any time."

Maya Cho

I am going to hold you to that, so don't come complaining to me when I show up randomly

Jock

"You get a pass because you're my tattoo artist. It's very exclusive!"

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alecuitti · 2 years

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What is a man? What are we?

We can say we are male, which is a notation of gender but when we say we are a man, that is a story or a combination of stories that we listened to from our fathers and teachers and then accepted/agreed with. We have acquired these stories from our surroundings and from parents and from media and from friends/lovers. We live the story to the best of our ability and rarely (never?) question it. I'm not here to get down on anyone for living a story. I live mine in many ways still.

We listened to and accepted the stories told to us as children. We wanted to belong. We wanted to be accepted. We still do. But are these stories the only possibility in our world? Can we believe in the new ones we create? I believe so.

I wish all of us together to look at our stories and decide for ourselves whether they serve us. The true us. and if so, then fantastic. If not, then I want to bestow the confidence and power for you to change your story and live the new narrative that your heart speaks to you.

Our world is designed by us. When I say us I mean men (mostly). One could say that the design has taken place by a few decision-makers and then the rest of us have given tacit approval via our silence. I mention this because it is possible to view our world designed differently. Imagine if the world was designed by women for instance - would it not be different? would we still have wars and a capitalistic society based on rivalrous achievement above others? would there be a hierarchy that excludes those who are less fortunate at birth? would we not have universal health care with an emphasis on child care? Maybe. maybe not. we can't know really but we can imagine. It's in this imagining that there is magic. By thinking about other scenarios that could have happened given one small decision or a series of happenings that led us to different decisions about our path, we could be staring at a different world. The point is, our world is a choice. We decided how it is, and yes, if we didn't have a direct choice that is because we gave it to a proxy. We gave up our power to choose long ago and therefore the decisions were made for us. We didn't know, we couldn't have.

Now is the time to choose what WE desire our world to be.

There is a fundamental devaluing of our gender, believe it or not. Our society is focused on how our gender has used our power to dominate and reduce others, especially women. and this is true for the most part. But, I will argue that there is an unconsciousness about this relationship and a momentum to keep it in play because of fear. We as males have felt our fears and our natural reaction to fear is to quell it and to become violent or more aggressive and to not admit our fears. A good offense is the best defense right? I challenge you to address the bully directly and give them a dressing-down with authority and power, odds are you will see that they are simply a direction-less man who knows no other recourse than to act out with the physical power that they know and to hide behind it and that they are lost and misunderstood boys underneath.

It is up to us to evolve our value, together. We will reset our expectations of ourselves and the concept of our male-ness with consciousness as opposed to reacting or responding to the outside world.

There is a change brewing and we all know it. The great question is how to address this opportunity with power and sovereignty in ourselves and be men of choice while still allowing others to thrive and be powerful as well. I don't think I have to say the obvious - that we cannot become a humanity where the tables are turned and one group becomes exactly what men have been viewed as for centuries -the conquerors. We must live in harmony as all-powerful beings that we ALL are.

The key is love. Love is the energy and the actor in our lives that we tend not to acknowledge. We are taught to withhold love and to use it as a weapon in some cases. But take a look at our relationship with our mothers for instance. I'm willing to bet that we can all say with prodding for some, that we love our mothers. This is universal and is simply a small seed for what is the truth- that we love all equally. We are all one anyhow, of course.

I'm going to mention science and physics on occasion because that is how I attach the spiritual and powers that I cannot explain to the world that I see and understand. Science is a field where humans attempt to define and package up what we see and experience as real. In my view, I see these attempts and the most interesting and exciting parts are when science fails to stitch up what we see and say “we don’t know”. It’s in this uncertainty that I find gold because I then see where the spiritual can start to explain the unexplainable and connect the two worlds together. I’ve said this before but the interesting bits are where we ‘experience’ the world we think is real and the mystery starts to point to experiencing the world/universe differently. In this difference, in my view, we can become beings that we define and ‘experience’ as more than just the viewers or measure-ers of our world, but the creators and the authors. The ‘unknown’ in science, in my view, is consciousness - our power that we gave to our outer world long ago.

When you start to understand quantum mechanics, even at a layperson level, you realize that there are fundamental parts of the very small that science cannot explain and may never, to an empirical certainty. When we talk about power we tend to think of it in terms of our physical world at the scale of a human being. When we talk about power at atomic levels, we have to reframe. There are more atoms in the average human eye than there are stars in the universe. There are trillions and trillions of stars in the universe. In each atom, there is mostly empty space. If you are the size of an atom and could be dropped onto a solid object like a table, you would fall right through - during your fall you would see an atom at a distance of (relative) football fields away in any direction. What holds these atoms together to give us the illusion of solid matter? Energy. Matter is mostly empty space that is 'fronting' as solid. The energy holding all things together is immense. Like, on a scale that we cannot imagine.

What if all this energy were released? Imagine an atomic bomb, the splitting of atoms, or the tearing apart of proton and neutron - the energy is just a fraction of what is possible.

When you read scientific theory, they speak of this energy as the ‘strong nuclear force’ - I wonder what that ACTUALLY means. No scientist will be able to tell you, except by a mathematical equation. They say “it just is”.

I like to think that this energy is love. In my world, Love holds all of what we see together, it is a strong force - think about it. When we are in higher states of consciousness we can see this, we can feel this.

Whether you believe this or not, there is value in understanding that we are all made of the same stuff and in many ways indistinguishable from another. The energy that holds our atoms together is the same as the person across from you. This energy can be felt if you really want to. You will understand that during Body Electronics for certain.

Coming back to the human scale and men, there is a centuries-long tradition around rite-of-passage, of becoming men, that was lost during the industrial revolution. I think that we lost something of tremendous value and there is behavior that we see nowadays that can likely be explained as a loss of this rite. I want to cite a few passages of a book called Iron John which is a description of some of the parables of the journey of boy to man in antiquity and fable that are important to remember. Through these, I think we can see where we are and perhaps attach current feelings in limbo to some of these concrete stories. As I said at the beginning, our views are built from stories, and by understanding what they are, we can rewrite them to serve us.

I believe that we all have a certain amount of fear in us that we have different ways of dealing with. We are told that we are finite beings, that we were born and we will die and unless we are attached to some religious belief that we will transcend and go to a different place, we will be worm food, etc.. There's something in us that is a primal fear of death and I'm going to say that it is a false fear but it is still there. Why I mention this is because as men we have been given these ways of acting with others that are in some ways cloaks for this fear. Think of the military man who has courage through power of destruction of others -"the enemy"- and the machismo of a tough guy who sees others in some way as enemies or, if the label doesn’t exist, manufactures them. The aggressive and attacking man is covering his fear with strength of body or will but will also belittle others and especially women because it is thought of as tough (the attribution ‘tough’ being desirable in a comparative world - we seek to define our individuality and stand out, but also ‘within’ our circles). So, our gender relationships become contentious because women believe they are being attacked and trodden on but when you dig further, it's our undealt-with fear that is the driver of aggression toward others and not necessarily a built-in nature. So if we conquer the strong through more powerful force, what do we have left? Simply an afraid young man with shredded armor and that is no good to anyone.

Think also of the light or passive man, the one who wants to please and gives away his power to gain approval and the mantle of 'goodness' in order to cover his fear and get some sense to continuity of life. Some of us, I was a good example, wish to fly above everything and to gain height above others spiritually/intellectually so that we can hide from our fears and true natures. This is a kind of running away from truth. We all have the aggressive and the passive in us and shouldn't be afraid of either part.

Alan Watts said something that stopped me short - "Ask yourself who you were before your mother and father conceived you". Many of us would automatically say 'nothing'. How is nothing possible when you take a look at who you really are. For the visual, you see billions of nerve cells that connect in certain ways that create memory and form your conscious and subconscious. But what is knowledge? What is the ability to form new thoughts and ideas from these banks of cells? What is the motivation there? YOU of course, and YOU are far far more than cells.

A youtube vlogger has a great video where he describes the scenario of a fictitious machine that has the ability to transfer one person to another cell by cell. He poses the question: At what point in the transfer of the cells bit by bit of the trillions of cells that make up our bodies and brain, would you stop being you and become the other person? and vice versa?

There is no answer to that question. You are something beyond what you see with your eyes and can be counted amongst your cells and atoms.

This is important because rewriting our stories as men will require the real you, the part beyond the cells and the memories and the learned behaviors, to be the driver from now on. Let's get started.

This is a solemn path we are on. By joining in this group, these sessions, you have committed to the journey of shining the light of consciousness on yourself, and as you grow and learn and rediscover the true you, the boy and man you’ve always desired to be. By coming into our selves, we realign our outer world we create.

We will redefine our relationship with our partners and women by seeing them in their power and self-awareness. Women have given up their own power to the perceived outer of men’s world. They are waking up and reclaiming now. We have the opportunity to join them and partner with them in this awakening. We will help them stay on their true path. We will say “put down that eyeliner”(or whatever thing that is part of an outside-self identity, perhaps just a thought-form), then say “pick it up knowing that it’s what YOU desire, not me or anyone else”. It’s for all of us to choose what has value to us, not the outer.

We are the presence on guard. We’ve chosen this path and we have all the energy and love to follow through and remake our world.

The goal:

To find balance and peace with ourselves and therefore with others. To BE the most true expression of ourselves in this lifetime. To look closely at the stories we’ve embodied and question whether they serve us now or not. To rewrite the stories that do not serve us and in a manner/voice that completes the balance and truth aims we so desire.

Along the way, we may find parts of ourselves that are damaged, wounded, inherited, thrown-upon us. We will look at parts of ourselves that are stories of our journey made from ‘shoulds’, ‘all men do ____’, shaming stories or challenges put to us by friends, family, media to behave/live by a code you didn’t agree to - or for that matter even understand that you had a choice about.

We have the opportunity in this week and the coming years to use our tools and systems to bring these to light and re-live them or re-member them. Then we have the more important opportunity to replace them with truth and knowledge from a place that is deeper than the concept of “man”. The solution or new path will be individual to each of us and reflect our greater mission on this planet in this life.

We are all beings of light, pure energy that is an excitation of the quantum field, powerful god-beings, and a part of all and everything we see and feel. When we scrape away all that is untrue and limiting in our lives, we see and feel this.

We are conduits of love - love that is on an energy scale our brains have trouble understanding - massive massive love.

Our galaxy contains 200-300 billion stars, a staggering number. There are at least 200-300 billion galaxies in the visible universe, each with the same number or often more stars in them.

The massiveness of this number is what I refer to, difficult to process. (The number of stars visible by telescope is 70 thousand million million million - or seven followed by 22 zeros, and there are far more not visible because they are too far away.)

Guess what? I believe our capability to love is even more massive ;)

Knowing all this, what is our new story? How can we reframe our roles in this world, society, family/relationship to reflect what we now know of as a new strength or at least a strength that is not defined by historical methods? (Muscle, words of intimidation, explosions, machines, projectiles, money, political/social power - to name a few)

As we rewrite our stories, I will suggest some words/phrases that we can begin to use instead of traditional ‘men’ vocabulary. They represent behaviors or approaches to our world that may be new or foreign to us and are certainly not the only ones to use but are a start:

Vulnerability

Listening

Acceptance

Raising others

Love without a concept of ‘return’ (also known as unconditional love)

Sovereignty with incorporation

Giving

Feeling

Forgiving

I SEE YOU

You Are Me

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How about Yandere Eddie Gluskin (outlast) with a female s/o that is obedient

Oh, he'd love you. Did a concept as it was not specified.

Eddie Gluskin with Obedient! Darling

Short Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior, Psychotic behavior, Possessive behavior, Mentioned violence, Obsession at first sight, Unhealthy relationship, Implied abuse, Delusional behavior, Implied NSFW, Forced wedding.

- As Gluskin will not have to fight you, the more kind behavior of his shows more.

- He's charming and kind towards you since you listen to him.

- In fact, he's never been this successful with a bride before.

- It catches him off guard but he happily accepts you with open arms.

- "Darling! You feel this love between us, too?"

- Now he has to plan the wedding right away!

- You're so willing he accepts it right away.

- Although later on he may feel a little suspicious.

- Why are you so obedient towards him?

- You should prove your love to him!

- Gluskin hates to doubt your love... but it's best to avoid a broken heart, right?

- "Show me how much you love me!"

- If you're truly obedient he expects kisses, hugging, maybe even something a little more.

- Just enough to reassure him you aren't using him.

- Any other affections must come after the wedding!

- You'd look so beautiful dolled up in a white dress to him....

- Holding his hands in earnest... kissing after saying your vows....

- "We'll be so perfect together!"

- You listen to him so well, he feels he doesn't need to worry about you misbehaving.

- Although he is still shown to be violent at times.

- Most of the time it's directed towards other inhabitants of the asylum.

- He's finally happy! His bride all to himself!

- If he catches anyone staring too long he'll make sure they'll never see again.....

- "You're all dirty... I can't have my perfect darling tarnished, can I?"

- Violence towards you is minor. Only a few verbal fits since you have not tried to run away or escape.

- He adores you because you adore him! (You may not and just be obedient due to fear, but he doesn't know that-)

- Gluskin wants this marriage to last.

- The perfect groom can't be so vulgar and violent to his wife... especially if she's so dedicated to him!

- "Darling I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to raise my voice. You still love me, right? Please say yes!"

- An obedient darling would probably have a better time with him.

- You may even avoid the table saw if you're good....

#yandere outlast #yandere eddie gluskin

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danowh0re · 2 years

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Possessive gf Sally when someone flirts with you hc

⚠️: No warnings !

Grammar is a bitch and we both hate eachother soooo have fun reading :))

My writing sucks ahhahahah

Possessive hypodermic Sally

She'd see you across the hotel, flirting or just talking with someone else. She instantly power walks to you, grabbing your arm, and takes you to the other side of the hotel.. "i... I thought you were with me..." she sniffles, not being able to make eye contact with you. Your hands meet her cheeks, cupping them softly, making her look at you.. "sall.... of course I'm with you... I love you..". A small tear trickles down her face. "Y…you.... you... l-love... me...?" She says with a little squeak in the end "yes, and only you", you kiss her nose, pulling her into a soft hug.

Overthinks everything that is happening in the moment, kinda just needing you to say that you love or care about her every second till sally forgets that someone flirted with you. But secretly, she never forgot about it. It's what usually keeps her up at night

you’ll be helping out Iris with setting people up in their rooms, Sally would be obviously stalking and watching inside the room that you are in from the door frame, making sure you won't notice her. The man that you were helping get settled in, handed you a fifty bill tip, whispering something in your ear. Sally instantly getting jealous, she makes a scene, probably knocking something down in the hall, which draws your attention, making you leave the man and figure out what that noise was. You're faced with a weeping woman on the floor, and that woman is sally. You go down on your knees, rubbing her back… “What happened sall....”. she slowly looks up at you, shaking her head violently, “W-WHAT DID ...H..HE SAY... WHO'S THAT MAN???” she says, instantly getting up from the floor, adjusting her dress and coat, wiping off the tears trailing down her face. "What do you mean—" you look at her in complete confusion. "..Sall" your hands cup her face. "I don't even know his name.. “ she sniffles, looking slowly back into the room that he’s in, looking back at you. “a-are you.. sure…? ..you aren't lying to me.. Everyone lies to me.. please don't be like them..” her face molds into a frown, so you walk over to her again, wrapping your arms around her in a large hug, whispering in her ear. “i promise”.

if you leave her alone ANYTIME, she needs to know where you are going and if she can come with-

she stands by your side whenever you are talking to someone, holding your hand tightly, her kissing you every second for the person that you are talking to, to get the idea that you are taken.

She pushes herself down when there's another person getting close to you in a kinda 😏 way, blaming herself for that moment ever occurring, thinking she's the worst person to be in a relationship with, cause she really loved you... and she's never had anyone to love.. you were her first love but her thoughts and emotions got in control with her mind and her heart.

Sally gallops in your direction, noticing you with another person and needing to change that as quickly as possible. She comes over to you, getting all handsy, trying to scare the mystery person that you are with away. Just talking about what you two could be going right now.... alone 😉. Sally gets pretty graphic, all loud and out in the open.... sooo you woosh her away, apologizing to the person you were having a conversation with. Sally looks at you in shock, giving the fact that you apologized, or even still talking to them. She wraps her arms around your shoulder as you two roam the halls, talking. "What was all that about..??" You stop walking for a second, facing her. "...w..what do you mean..." Sally takes your hands, a little frown appearing on her face... "she was too pretty.... you... you know how I get all jealous Y/N.... I can't stand it... I know I'm not the prettiest... or even fun to be around.... I'm not in any box.." Sally looks down at the floor, pouting back up at you. "You're mine... okay..?" She says, kissing your hands. "Please?".. you nod, kissing her hands back "I don't want anyone else but you Sally... but... you know I'm allowed to talk to other people, right...? No matter what happens, I'm with you, okay? Sally?" A wide smile appears on her face from all the love she's receiving from you "y-yes" a little giggle comes out of her mouth, kissing you with the most enthusiasm, happy to get reassurance from you.

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hollandsmoose · 3 years

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the way home

A/N: This was just supposed to be a tiny blurb, but once I got started, I just couldn't shut up again. So here you go, my loves, here's 1.6k of pure friends-to-lovers fluff!

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You should have brought a jacket. You realize that the second you step out of the pub, Tom a few meters ahead of you and therefore unable to see the way you shudder when the cool air hits your skin.

It's just a short walk home from the pub, you'd told yourself, I don't need a jacket. God, you'd been wrong. Curse your past self for not trusting your instincts. It may be mid-July, and it may have been pretty warm when you left your flat earlier, but you should've known better than to not bring a jacket on a night out. You really should have learned not to trust the English weather by now. Tom doesn't seem to be struggling with the weather as he turns around to face you, but that makes sense. He's got a nice, pretty thick denim jacket on, and here you are, bare arms exposed to the elements.

"You ready to go?" Tom asks, nodding in the general direction of your flat. When you give him a nod back, he grins and offers you his arm. "Lead the way, miss." You can't help but giggle, your cheeks warming as you close the distance between the two of you and accept his offer.

"What a gentleman," you tease him, trying to ignore how mushy holding his arm like this makes you feel. As you start walking, you gently nudge him with your shoulder, making him look at you curiously. "Thanks for walking me home, Tom."

He merely shrugs, a small smile on his lips. "You don't need to thank me. I'm just making sure you get home alright,"

You squeeze his bicep. "Well, it still means a lot,"

It's not that this is the first time he's walked you back to your place from the pub after a night out together, but, usually, it's been somewhat of a group effort. Tom and the other boys, his housemates who you're lucky enough to call your friends too, would normally walk you home together, but, tonight, Tuwaine, Harry and Harrison seemed like they were only just getting started by the time you were ready to leave. So Tom had very kindly suggested that he could walk you home himself, and the lads had whistled and cheered at that - like the idiots they are. You told them off and called them dickheads, but there was no denying that your mind had gone to a similar place for a second too. It was just wishful thinking, though.

Tom is your friend. Just your friend. And yes, perhaps he's a friend you've been hopelessly in love with for months now, yet he's still just a friend. And yes, he calls you 'darling' and flirts with you, and he calls you when he's abroad, just so he can hear your voice, but that's just how he's always been with you. That's just how he is, really. It doesn't have to mean anything.

You haven't got very far when the cold begins to really affect you, every small gust of wind feeling like a thousand tiny icicles stabbing your skin. Granted, basically being snuggled up to Tom helps, his body quite warm, but it's not enough. So you can't help it when a violent shiver runs through you, making you hiss. Tom immediately stops dead in his tracks, unlinking your arms, and you're just about to ask him what he's doing when he gives you the answer without saying a word. He slips off his jacket and holds it out in front of you, and when you realize what he's implying, you have to protest.

"Oh, no, no," you say, shaking your head adamantly. "You'll get cold!"

"Well, you're already cold!" he argues and chuckles at the way you scoff at that. "And besides, I'd rather be cold than be an arsehole."

You know there's no point in trying to deny him. You know Tom, and you know he won't budge. So, with a sigh, you turn around and let him drape his jacket over your shoulders. A warmth spreads in your body, and you know it's not just from the extra layer. The jacket even smells like him - that sweet mixture of his cologne and the shower gel he uses.

He smirks as you face him again, giving you a once-over. "You always look great in my clothes," That's all he says before offering you his arm again, and, absolutely fucking dumbfounded, you just take it. God, you complain to yourself, why must he say shit like that? Can't he see what it does to me?

Tom doesn't seem to notice, however, happily chatting away about something that happened on one of his walks with Tessa. You do notice how he seems to pull you even closer to him, though. It's just because he's cold. That's what you tell yourself. But then he pulls you so close that you're completely pressed against his side, and it just feels… different.

You look around, acutely aware that anyone could see you like this, but the streets seem fairly empty, save for a few late-night joggers and dog walkers. So you let yourself relax into Tom, enjoying how it feels to be with him like this. You can't keep yourself from imagining how it would feel to be like this forever.

It's not something you get to fantasize about for a long time, though. Because then you turn the corner onto your street, and you know your time with him tonight is running out. You hate that you'll have to let him go, your two bodies having basically melted together at this point. And when you reach your house, you almost whine as Tom disentangles the two of you. But, even then, he doesn't really let go of you, taking your hand in his. You feel the heat creeping into your cheeks when he steps a little closer to you, and you gulp as he squeezes your hand.

"I've missed you, darling," Tom tells you, exhaling shakily. "More than I think you know."

"I've missed you too, Tom," you reply, trying not to think too much about what he just said, but his words are already haunting you. "Probably more than you've missed me."

You don't know why you say that. The words just fall out of your mouth, your filter seemingly gone. His brows draw together in confusion as he takes in your answer, and then he shakes his head gently. When he releases your hand, you feel like you've really fucked up.

He tilts his head slightly. "What makes you say that?"

You shrug, willing away the tears forming in your eyes. "I don't know,"

"It's okay,"

"I'm sorry,"

"Don't be," Tom assures you, smiling softly. "But you're wrong," His hand comes up to cup your cheek, and when his eyes flicker down to your lips, it's like it really dawns on you what he's trying to say. "Because I've missed you so... so…" He leans in a little until his breath is intermingling with your own, and you're trembling in anticipation, your eyes half-lidded. "Much." As soon as Tom finishes talking, he closes the distance, and then his mouth is on yours.

You're not surprised, but you are a bit stunned - everything you've dreamed about seemingly coming true. And for just a second, you find yourself worrying that this is just a dream; that none of this is real. But it is. His scent filling your nose is real. The touch of his hand on your face is real. His kiss is real.

And then you throw yourself into it, your hands settling on his chest and your fingers grabbing the fabric of his shirt quite desperately. Tom sighs, contented, his one arm wrapping around you as he presses his lips to yours again, far less hesitant this time. There's no stopping the soft gasp that leaves you then.

It feels like your bodies can't possibly get any closer, yet you still find new ways to melt into one another. Your tongues begin to explore each other, and your hands start to do the same to each other's bodies. You can scarcely breathe, but you can't bear the thought of parting with his kiss. And if worse comes to worst, death by kissing seems like a pretty good way to go.

You arch into Tom when his hands travel down your back, and the movement knocks off his jacket that had been draped over your shoulders. You barely sense it, but there's an audible thud as it lands on the pavement behind you. That, you can't help but notice.

He chases your lips as you pull away, but he doesn't protest against the separation. You're both breathing as though you've just run a fucking marathon, and you can't even get out a few simple words to tell him what happened. You just loosely gesture to the jacket on the ground, a sight that makes Tom giggle.

He's the one who picks it up, and you're kind of expecting him to put it on again. He probably has to get back to the lads at the pub, you lament to yourself. But Tom doesn't move. He just stands there and looks at you, eyes dark as he takes you in. He's kissed you into a complete mess, and you're sure you must look like one too.

"I should get back to the pub," he says, but Tom still doesn't move. The grin on his face is more than enough proof to you that he doesn't want to go anywhere. "Unless… unless you want me to stay?" You know what he's really asking. And you do want that, of course, but you still pretend like you actually have to think about it for a few minutes, biting your lip as in thought. You give him a nod.

"I do. But on one condition," you bargain, smirking mischievously, and his eyes light up. "You have to kiss me like that again." And that's an offer he can't refuse.

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