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lolahasmoxie · 5 months

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NYE (J.T.)

Sooooooo...

@powderblueblood and her 200 Cigarettes prompts.......yes.

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x reader

WARNINGS: fluff, emotions

PROMPTS:

"You need to find someone that likes you the way you are."

"And who would possibly like me the way I am?"

"Those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor."

"He said what?"

Jamie followed you to the bar at Ola's. The restaurant closed early and is now hosting the Richmond New Year's Eve party. You poured yourself a shot of whiskey and downed it without flinching as you told Jamie about your date.

"He said, and I quote, "You're nice and all, but I could do better," and then I left the party."

"What a complete fucking prick!" Jamie said; you simply shrugged your shoulders as you grabbed a flute of champagne from a server.

"At least he was upfront. Saved us both the trouble." Jamie can see the mask you're putting up; it's not the first time he's seen you do it. Never let them see you hurt your own personal motto. He wants to kill this guy.

"C'mon, forget that dumbass. Come join us at the table; the boys will be happy to see you." You glance over at the tables and see the boys with their respective dates. The passing of intimate kisses and touches makes your heart yearn for something that, at this point, you're not sure you'll ever have. It's too much.

"I'm just gonna be a wet blanket," you say with a shrug, and Jamie can see your eyes become glossy. "I'll text you when I'm home. Happy New Year, Jamie." You give his hand a quick squeeze, and then, before he can say anything, you're gone.

"Where's she going?" Keeley asks, and Jamie turns, his mind still trying to process what happened. The fact that one moment you were standing in front of him looking so fucking pretty, and then you were gone.

"She just left; her date at that party went really bad."

"Shame," Keeley hums as she sips her champagne. "I have a question, though."

"What?"

"Why the fuck are you still here instead of chasing after her?"

"Why would I do that?" Jamie straightens up, putting up his own mask as he tries to pretend that he hasn't been pining for you since returning to Richmond.

"Because even a blind man can see you're desperately in love with her, the poor girl," Roy interjects as he stands beside Keeley. "Question is, when the fuck are you gonna grow a pair and fucking do something about it?"

Jamie stares at them both for a second before he turns and runs full speed out of the restaurant.

You have yet to get far. Your flat is pretty close to the restaurant, so instead of trying to flag down a cab, you opted to enjoy the brisk winter air. The streets were pretty busy, and you tried to keep the tears at bay as you passed happy couples and groups of friends on their way to ring in the new year.

The sound of shoes running on the pavement sent your heart racing, and you reached for your keys as they got closer. You hear someone call your name and turn around, shocked to see Jamie running to catch up with you.

"Jamie, why are you following me?"

"I had to tell you something, and it couldn't wait." His gray eyes look into yours, but he remains silent. You sigh before gently interrupting him.

"Look, I just wanna go home. I'll see you on Tuesday." You turn around, and Jamie is again watching you walk away from him. He can hear Keeley and Roy yelling at him in his head, and he takes a deep breath. He's not going to let this moment pass him by. He can't stomach starting a new year without telling you how he feels.

You hear the footsteps again, and you say a "hey" when you feel Jamie pull you by the arm to look at him.

"You're not the problem."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Not just tonight, but every bloke who's made you feel like you aren't the most amazing person on the planet, they're the problem. Not you." Your jaw has dropped, and you know you're looking at him like a deer in the headlights.

You can't help but scoff. "If I'm not the problem, pray tell me, how do I fix it? Tell me the solution, Jamie."

"You need to find someone that likes you the way you are." You scoff again. You hold Jamie's gaze as you step closer to him. You hope he can't see how ready you are to crying.

"And who would possibly like me the way I am?" Your voice wavers, and Jamie feels his heartbreak at your admission. Your gaze drops to your shoes, and Jamie takes a tentative step forward.

His hand gently lifts your chin, and you wait for him to speak. It isn't until he raises his eyebrows, your mouth drawing into an O, that what he's saying dawns on you.

"You?"

"Yeah, silly girl." He says with a light chuckle. His thumb wipes away an errant tear before he cups your face with his large, warm hands. You reach out for the lapels on his jacket, holding tight as

"But, you're Jamie Tartt. I'm just..."

"Fantastic and kind. You were nice to me even when I was being the worst asshole on the planet. Not to mention that you're absolutely stunning. Pretttiest girl I've ever seen."

"Jamie,"

"I'll be good to you. And even though I'm probably gonna fuck up now and again, I promise it won't ever be intentional. There's more, but I just really wanna fucking kiss you right now."

You blush at Jamie’s words and when you see his gaze dip to your lips. You had wondered many times what kissing Jamie would feel like. You had thought about it at work while chatting with Keeley and Rebecca and kissing unremarkable men. Nothing you had conjured in your head could hold a candle to the real thing.

His full lips are pillowy and soft, and he holds you firm and secure. He moans when your tongue traces the seam of his lips, your hands pulling him in closer to you as onlookers pass by with knowing giggles.

When Jamie finally pulls back for air, his breath catches at the sight of you. Swollen lips and the far-off dreamy look of someone who's been snogged properly, he doesn't know who to thank for the vision in front of him.

"Back to Ola's?"

"My place?"

You both stop after interrupting each other. You both chuckle, but it takes Jamie a second before he realizes what you asked him.

"Your place, you sure?" You give him a cat-like grin, your hands still on his lapels.

"I don't really wanna go back with the boys, do you?" Jamie shakes his head, to hell with the boys. Fuck em. His mouth makes an O shape when you pull him closer by the lapels and lean to whisper in his ear.

"Good, because those clothes and my clothes would look good on my floor." You kiss his nose softly, and Jamie rewards you with a beaming smile. "Then tomorrow, you can buy us breakfast."

Jamie could cry when he hears you say tomorrow. "I'll buy you breakfast every day for the rest of our lives if you'll let me. Now," He takes your hands in his. "I'm gonna do something that I've been wanting to do for too damn long."

"And what's that?" The look Jamie gives you is nothing less than sin incarnate. A hungry predator eyeing up its prey. There's no hiding your gasp when he leans in to whisper in your ear.

"I really hope you don't have plans tomorrow, love, because I plan on making sure your neighbors know exactly who I am. Now, why don't you lead the way?"

#jamie tartt #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n

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engeorged · 1 year

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Dear Alex

Dear Alex,

I can’t really remember how many times I’ve started writing this letter and how many times I’ve thrown it in the bin. It’s a really shitty way of doing this but I just don’t think I can tell you any of this to your face. I’m too embarrassed. It all started as a prank, a way to level the tables with the both of us. I meant to tell you sooner but I guess it got out of hand and here we are. I’m gonna have to start at the beginning I think. You’ll know all of this, just not my side of it I guess.

After university when we moved in together I wasn’t sure we’d last as room mates for more than a few months but it was so easy hanging out with you and we were both the same level of untidy so we didn’t piss each other off. We did have those tricky few weeks a few years back when we dated the same guy without realising but he turned into the biggest ballsack on the planet so it wasn’t hard to get over that!

I’m only mentioning that because that’s not the reason I got you fat. It wasn’t revenge for anything. I don’t fully remember the original reason to be completely honest, it wasn’t really a thought through thing, it just sort of happened. And yeah I know I just threw that it there. I got you fat. I mean you definitely played your part in it but I really messed with you man and I’m sorry.

It was innocent at first, I noticed when you started your new job and you were tired all the time, you started going to the gym less. I think it was when we were decorating the kitchen one weekend and you were painting the ceiling, I saw your rounded little pot belly when you were reaching up. All those late night take aways and evenings sat in front of the tv watching the football were taking their toll. Your flat muscled six pack was disappearing. It instantly filled me with hope. You had a flaw I could exploit!

It pains me to say this but of the two of us, you’d always been the hot one. Don’t get me wrong, on my own, I’m not bad looking. In fact if someone asked me I’d probably say I was a nine, it’s just that next to you, I’m a seven at best. Your blonde hair and permanently tanned skin made you the hottest guy in most rooms. All 6’5 of you was built like a cartoon of a rugby player which made it even worse! You’re a solid ten man and you always have been. I don’t think I realised how jealous I was until I saw you had a flaw. That solid curved furry belly I glimpsed gave me the seed of an idea. If you were fatter, it might even the playing field. I’m not proud of this, I just think you’d reserve the truth.

It started gently at first, I’d make twice the amount of food I’d normally make when it was my turn to cook. I’d pack the fridge with snacks and unhealthy things for you to pick at. I’d hand you beers when we were watching the game. You were so zoned into the match you never noticed me topping up your snacks or replacing the bud lights with full fat beers. Over a few months I watched as your little curve turned into a more substantial beer belly. And fuck you if it wasn’t the most perfect beer belly I’d ever seen. I was hoping it would make you less hot but turned out it made you hotter. Instead of a flabby pimply gut covered in stretch marks, you developed a firm round belly with perfect skin and even kept your Adonis belt. That’s when it got serious.

The first thing was gainer shakes. I started sprinkling gainer powder in everything, adding it to every meal or sauce I could dissolve it into. Everything I cooked for you was loaded with butter and ghee to double the calorie count. I found larger versions of our plates so that I could increase your portion sizes without you realising. I even started buying your clothes a size up and replacing the labels so you wouldn't realise. I was literally feeding you up like a fattened calf. And boy did you balloon. The first phase was months long and you gained 20/30lbs but this second phase was like you were being filled with an air pump. I can’t really believe I could do this to someone, especially someone who I would call my best friend.

It all came to a head yesterday when I crossed the line big time. That’s why I’m writing this letter now and actually sending it. I can hear you now snoring from your bedroom. Sleeping off the mammoth meal I stuffed into you across the evening. I’ve been awake all night and I keep going in to check on you to make sure you’re still breathing. I can’t believe you ate as much as you did and I can’t believe I pushed you into doing it.

I was only planning on slipping you a few of the tablets I found online. They were definitely safe and I want you to know I checked them and double checked them to make sure they were ok for human consumption. I guess that gives away the fact that they were actually for animals. I think they are used by wagyu beef farmers to get cows fattened up before they are butchered. They are supposed to increase appetite and metabolism. I popped two in your beer before the game and started my usual sneaky increase in your snacks. It wasn’t hard as you always put a lot away when our team is winning and they were three goals up by half time. I think at that point you’d eaten two bowls of Doritos and dip, a plate of sliders and a whole pan of chilli which I think would have served 8 comfortably. That was on top of the best of a crate of twelve beers. Your belly was swollen up to it’s usual bulging mass and you were already rubbing the sides to alleviate some pressure. I should have stopped there but I couldn’t help myself. I slipped you another few of the tablets. I guess in hindsight, the first two hadn’t properly kicked in at that point which meant that by the time the second half had started they were in full force. I couldn’t keep up with the snacks and you’d pretty much polished off the lot by the time the match had ended.

For the record it was your idea to order pizza. Your belly at that point was totally rounded out and your T-shirt was stretched over it’s taut surface. I guess you were pretty buzzed because you ordered four xl meat feasts. I didn’t really have any choice but to let it happen. And you might not remember any of this but you basically inhaled the first two. By that point you were fully maxed out. Your belly was tight and even the xxxl T-shirt you were wearing (that you thought was an xl) was beginning to show a few inches of your swollen belly. You could hardly move and I felt awful. Well that’s not totally true. I was actually pretty pleased at the state of you. My plan after all was to make you gain a few pounds so I’d be hotter than you and you’d basically blimped.

Anyway, what happened next I am truly ashamed about. You were laying there on the sofa clutching at your belly. The tablets clearly convincing your brain you were still starving, even thought your belly was basically an exercise ball now. And you were just moaning with the two pizzas next to you. And that’s when I snapped. I jumped up and shoved a whole slice into your mouth. You gaged but then after a few chews swallowed it right down. Slice by slice I pushed the remaining two huge pizzas down your throat. I could literally see your belly blowing up in front of me. When eventually I reached into the box for the next piece and found nothing, I realised what I’d done. I stepped back and looked at you. Spread eagle on the sofa, your belly sticking way up and round. Covered in sweat and grease. It’s as if I stepped out of my own body and realised what I had done to you. You were fucking huge man.

I left the room and went to my own to consider what to do next. I was half appalled and half in awe at the size of you man. When I came in half an hour later you were fast asleep and snoring like a pig, your gut still very much occupying its space. Guiltily, I managed to get you into your bed and laid you on your back so your belly could reach its full swell. I pulled your belt off so your stomach wasn’t under any pressure. I didn’t want you to pop or anything.

As I said I know our friendship is probably over but I want you to know I’m truly sorry. I took this way too far and I regret it. I’m happy for you to do what you need to do, and if that’s punch me in the face then so be it. I hope that in a few weeks you’ll be able to forgive me but if not then I understand and I will move out if that’s what you want.

In the spirit of fully disclosure, I want you to know that even though you’re maybe 100lbs fatter than you were, I still think you’re a ten. In fact if I’m really honest, I think you might even be hotter than that. Your belly last night was horrifying but also strangely attractive. The firm roundness of it and knowing how much food I’d crammed in there was actually quite erotic. Sorry if that’s tmi but I think I wanted you to have the whole truth. I have a small suspicion that you’ve actually enjoyed getting bigger and if that’s wrong then I’m sorry for presuming. But I actually wonder how big we could get that thing.

Let me know what I can do to make it up to you, or if I’m right and you wanna continue.

Yours apologetically (and hopefully)

Nate

Continued at Dear Nate

#belly expansion #gainer fiction #gay gainer #stuffing #belly fiction #gainer stories #male gaining #stuffing art #gainer artwork #gainer story

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apollyonsdarksecrets · 1 year

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Safe by my side

Joel Miller X Fem!Reader

Summary: Jackson is supposed to be the start of a new life, but when the danger of your past is standing right in front of you you find yourself ready to bolt. Can Joel convince you otherwise?

Warnings: 18 plus minors DNI, I tried to use Y/n as little as possible but I think it comes up once or twice. angst, talk of past trauma, reader is fearful, talk of anxiety, panic attack. Swearing, (un)established relationship between reader and Joel, age gap (reader is 29 Joel is 56). Sexual assault, almost rape, fighting, cussing, talk of vomiting but never actually depicted. Joel being our big daddy hero that he always is, blood, the infected.

A/n please message me if I’ve forgotten to tag anything in the warning that you believe should be mentioned!

Joel Miller Master List

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Four weeks.

Four weeks is all it took to feel the small town becoming a home to you. Hell, even Ellie called the room she was staying in hers for the very first time last night, and you and Joel? Things were slowly creeping in the right direction to say you two were a thing.

Stolen glances, late night talks, shared pasts, and a few touches here and there in the comfort of a place that was solid, unmoving, safe; were really all it took.

Everything was feeling right.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Hurry up!” Ellie demands, trudging up the street ahead of you and Joel. “It’s gonna fucking start soon and I don’t want to miss it!” It’s movie night and you were almost as excited as she was, Treasure Planet was found on a run and the kids were abuzz with excitement that they get to see something new.

Joel huffs a laugh beside you, “We’re behind you, just go on. Maria and Tommy are there already.” Ellie’s face lights up before she turns on her heel and takes off. “Christ that kid can run.” You hum in agreement, lacing your fingers with his as you two continue your leisurely walk.

People and kids are mulling about, laughter and songs being sung, Christmas is around the corner and for the first time in 20 years you are thinking about what you could get for the two people in your life.

20 years… it still surprises you. How fast time can go and yet how it’s dragged you down with the weight of it. You were 19 when the breakout happened. So very long ago.

You try and shrug off the creeping sadness that comes along with thinking of your past life, the family and friends you will never see again, the what ifs and could of been. Glancing up at Joel though, watching him watch everyone else with the tiniest hint of a smile, this is what it all boils down to. This was life now, and you were going to make the most of it with the people you have beside you.

A snowball whizzes through the air, barely inches from your face and pelts the building on the other side of Joel. A chorus of children’s laughter follows and the tense muscles in the two of your bodies relax, you turn to the group of kids, a smile on your lips to show no animosity when someone catches your eye.

You feel ice drip into your blood. Your happy mood vanishing in an instant.

He stands on the other side of the kids, taking with a group adults, head still buzzed short, beard a little longer than the last time you saw it. He’s smiling and laughing, taking a drag from a cigarette looking like everything you’ve ever feared.

Everything feels like it’s suddenly been ripped from underneath you.

Your fingers shake in Joel’s grasp, he doesn’t notice right away, lecturing a little boy about how he had to be more careful where he throws things. You open your mouth, you want to get Joel’s attention but you’ve become paralyzed, fear forming low in your guts, clawing through your heart and into the back of your throat tenting your skin pale green.

It’s only when Joel starts to walk again and you stay rooted to the spot does he turn to look at you. In the few years of knowing you Joel can’t say he’s ever seen that exact look of fear plastered across your face. His first thought is that you see an infected, his own heart sinking but then as he glances around he sees nothing. When he turns back to you Joel can see the tremble in your lower lip, the tears brimming your wide eyes. “Darlin’?”

Joel steps closer, hand moving to your back and he can feel your entire body shaking, he calls your name, concern and fear growing when you don’t answer. You hardly blink, zeroed in on one thing in particular and he follows your gaze, only seeing a group of men.

“Honey… What’s the matt-.”

Your name rings out in the street, shocking you from your trance and you suck in a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding as he starts across the street towards you, arm up in a wave with a smile that sends the contents of your stomach up faster. On instinct you turn, running face first into Joel’s chest sending him stumbling backwards, his arms locking around you to keep you both upright.

“Woah, woah, what’s-?”

“We have to go! We have to go now!” You croak, the tears you’d held back now pouring down your cheeks, the desperation in your town shocking Joel into doing as he’s told, taking your hand again as you nearly run away from the spot. Joel looks over his shoulder once, a man from the group standing there looking nearly as bewildered as Joel feels.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Tapping softly on the bathroom door Joel waits until he hears your timid voice telling him he can come in. You’d ran straight for the house, Joel begging you to slow down and tell him what happened the whole way but you wouldn’t answer, afraid you’d spill your stomach in front of whoever might be around, afraid he was following.

Joel’s heart breaks when he pushes open the door and sees you huddled against the toilet with your head resting on the rim. You won’t look at him, shame and embarrassment taking hold of you. “I’m sorry…” You manager, feeling him sink down onto the cold tile beside you.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, just tell me what’s going on, what happened back there?” His large hand finds the back of your neck, rubbing the tight muscles trying to coax you into the conversation.

It takes you another minute, letting the warmth of his palm sink into your muscles before you lift your head from the toilet. “Before I met you… I was at another QZ. It wasn’t as big as the one we were at… but it was somewhere.” Though you aren’t looking straight at him, Joel is nodding, onyx eyes trained on your face. “Met a guy while I was there, Chris… we… I don’t know fooled around for a while, nothing serious, at least on my end. Friends with benefits.”

You feel dirty talking about it even without having given away the worst part, all you want is to climb into the tub behind you and scrub yourself raw. How is Joel going to take it? Is he going to think you’re… used? No good? Easy? Your heart begins to pick up its pace.

“I understand, it’s normal to find… comfort in other people.” Joel’s even voice is reassuring, if only a little. You give him a sad smile, glancing his way for the first time.

“Well… I meet another guy, Joshua, very nice. I genuinely liked him, he was a good man. But… Chris… He didn’t take it well that I didn’t want to continue our friendship in… that way. One night he sees Josh and I talking outside my building. I guess I was giving him the eyes a little to hard. After Josh had told me goodnight I went upstairs, wasn’t looking, wasn’t really thinking…” You suck in a breath, closing your eyes to force back the tears, Joel’s hand move to your shoulder pulling you against his side.

“Chris jumped me as soon as I got into my apartment…” Joel feels like a weight just dropped in his stomach, dread eating at him as the realization dawns on him.

“He…”

“He pinned me to the wall by the throat… asked me what I thought I was doing seeing another man… told me I was his and his alone and that he needed to teach me my place… things got worse because I tried to fight back… But he is so much bigger than me, Joel… I… I just couldn’t get him off of me.”

The sob that rakes your body crumples you with the force of it, and Joel doesn’t think, just pulls you into his lap, cradling you against him as you cry harder, small fingers curling into his flannel.

Joel has known you for just over three years, has seen a piece of humanity and hopefulness you carry that he hasn’t for many years before you walked into his life. Not since Sarah. Not since before the world ate shit. He watched how you cared for those around you, giving your food rations up because ‘you had enough’ when he knew damn well you didn’t. He knew you from late night conversations on the road and in his apartment, how carefully you watched over him on every run, simple gestures of kindness to people who probably didn’t deserve it and the way you take care of Ellie…

He remembers the night it was pouring rain and ice at the QZ, and you stood outside, face to the sky, taking it all in as everyone rushed around you to get out of the cold. That was the first night he laid eyes on you, and that was the first time he felt something in his heart crack open without even knowing your name at the time.

How anyone could ever hurt his girl… His girl.

Rage simmers in Joel’s chest, his face hardening, arms tightening around your body as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“I’ve kept you safe this far, I’ll keep you safe as long as I live.”

You hiccup slightly, eyebrows drawn together in confusion as you lift your head to look at him. “W-what?”

He cups your face, the gentle gesture such a stark contrast to how he looks, and wipes away a trail of tears. “As long as I am around, I will not- will not- let anything, or anyone hurt you ever again.” Joel takes his own steadying breath, this wasn’t how, or when, or really even where he thought he’d be confessing those deep buried feelings he’s been fearful of letting loose. But that look on your face, the way your eyes search his…

Joel leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. He pulls away before you can fully register it, the scrape of his beard more defining than the press of his lips.

“I care about you more than anyone I have met in many years, love. This is my promise to you that you are safe by my side.” Your body sinks against his touch, the first moment you’ve relaxed since seeing Chris and you can feel all of the unspoken words from the gentle touch of his hands on your face, the pleasing in his eyes to trust him.

And you do.

“Thank you Joel.” You whisper, leaning into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he holds you. The two of you stay like that for minutes, your face buried against his chest as he strokes your hair, running his fingers through it slowly.

“Do you want to come with me to get Ellie?” He finally asks, trying to peak down at your face.

“I think I’d like to take a shower. I don’t really want to leave the house right now… ya know?” You mumble back, staring at the wall across from you.

“I can stay.”

You shake your head, peeling yourself from his chest. “No, go get Ellie, she’s probably already pissed we ditched her.” When he doesn’t look convinced you run your palm up and down his arm, giving him another smile. “I’m okay… really. I just… I need a little bit. To myself. I want to take a shower and just… work through it.”

He watches you for a moment longer before nodding, pulling you to him by the back of your neck and planting a warm kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back soon.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

After Joel had left you turned down the house lights, keeping the little lamps on and took a burning shower, letting everything flow down the drain with each swipe of soap across your skin.

You knew, with Joel beside you, you could get through anything. Could walk out that door and face whatever the world threw at you and come out on the other side because you had him and Ellie now.

Ringing out your hair, a purple robe wrapped tight around your body, mulling over the symphony of thoughts in your head, the door to the bathroom suddenly rattles. You jump, not having expected them to be back so soon. Your heart leaps into your throat and before Joel can start to say anything you let everything you feel pour out.

“Joel I… I just need to tell you… and I know this seems silly just bear with me please.” You lean your head against the wood, closing your eyes and take a deep breath. “I know you’ll keep me safe, I know you will because from the moment I met you that’s all I’ve ever felt is safe. From the moment I ran into you at the food center, nearly knocking you down I felt it, this big rough and tough guy was… was going to be so important to me. And the years that have followed of me getting to know you, learning about your life, about your daughter, about your family… I’ve fallen Joel… I’ve fallen so deeply in love with you that I hope I can never crawl out… you are my everything, and I know with you beside me we will make it through anything and I… I just.”

The tears spilling down your cheeks cut you off, no longer able to continue, you throw open the door, rushing into his chest and throwing your arms around him. Every nerve, every emotion laid bare at his feet and yet you can’t look him in the eye as you press in tighter. His hands run up your back, gripping your shoulders and you hear the rumble in his chest as he starts to speak…

“Who the fuck is Joel?”

Your body tenses, heart stuttering as panic eclipses you. Your head shots back, eyes locking on Chris’s face and a scream bubbles out of your throat as you try and get away. “NO!”

But he has you, arms around your shoulders, iron like grip crushing you to him as you squirm and kick and fight. He hardly struggles as he steps back, taking you with him and suddenly something comes to mind that Joel had once taught you a few years ago.

You crane your neck back before slamming your head forward, making contact with his nose, you both let out your own screams of pain but it works. He drops you to the ground, your head spinning, pain blooming in your forehead but you push through, staggering to your feet as Chris spews profanities clutching his nose.

You make it three feet to the door before Chris wraps a hand around your arm, swinging you around throwing you across the room. Your body slams into the dresser, everything on top crashing to the floors as you cry out, your back taking most of the impact.

Chris steps towards you, his body between you and the door, and memories of every way he has ever hurt you flood you, suffocating, and drowning

“I asked you a question woman. Who the fuck is Joel?”

Joel. Joel. Joel. “He’s the man who is going to kill you if he finds you here.” You spit back, trembling as you force yourself to make eye contact, Joel will be back, he will save you.

Chris laughs, making your muscles clench, the sound like nails on a chalk board. “That little old man you’ve been parading around with? Going to kill me? You’ve always had such a since of hummer.” He takes another step forward and you stumble to the side, the bed to your right and a wall to your left. Your eyes flicker to the door.

“Do you know how long I have searched for you little lamb? Do you?” He stays still, watching you cower, the fear radiating off of you giving him a high he hasn’t felt in years. “It doesn’t matter, I always knew you’d come back to me, one way or another, I would get you back.”

“I will never, NEVER come back to you.” You edge closer to the bed, voice trembling uncontrollably as you speak. “Y-you ruined my life, Chris. You ruined ME. Of all the things I fear? Of the horrible fucking things in the world, the r-raiders, the fucking infected… You. You have ha-haunted me from the moment I escaped you and I will never come back to you C-Chris. I would rather kill myself than ever let you touch me again.”

Now your thigh is against the mattress, your chin lifted high as you level a glare at Chris, his face impassive and hard to read. “I would rather gut you on this floor, and feed you to the pigs than be with you.”

He lunges for you, just as you planned and your scramble over the bed, he cusses fingers barely grazing your hip as you push yourself forward, feet hitting the floor and sprinting to the door with wobbly legs. You grab the brass handle, yanking it open but he’s on you.

He’s always faster.

He’s always bigger.

Chris’s arms wrap around your body, lifting you off the floor as you scream, sobbing as you kick and flail against him. He drops you onto the bed, flipping you onto your stomach pinning you down with a hand to your neck and leaning his weight against your ass.

“No! No please! Please don’t!” Your screaming and blubbering, tears soaking the sheets below you and your scratch and claw for any leverage point to use, pushing and pulling to try and get up, to try and over come him.

“You owe me everything, you owe me your life. I picked you up off the side of the road, I am the one that gave you somewhere to stay, food to eat, clothes to wear.” Chris leans in more, his breath hot and sticky on the side of your face. “I fucked you so good you were crying my name and begging for more.”

Repulsion hurls through you and you squeeze your eyes shut, continuing to struggle as he palms your hip, bunching up your robe with each grind of his hips into your ass.

“Maybe you just need a little reminder. Maybe you’ve forgotten who you truly belong to.”

“NO! NO GOD PLEASE!”

Chris only smirks, pressing his weight onto the back of your head as he reaches for his belt, muffling your cries against the mattress, “Keep struggling, women. You know how I-.”

There’s a loud smack before suddenly all the weight is gone off of you, something heavy drops to the floor. Your eyes fly open, head wiping around to find Joel, a stone bookend clutched in his hand staring down at Chris’s limp body.

“Y/n?” You turn around fully, Ellie staring at you wide eyed.

“Come here.” Joel drops the bloodied bookend to the floor, holding his hand out for you.

Everything feels distorted, like you’re watching from outside your body as you take his hand and Joel and Ellie guide you out of the room.

Joel’s telling Ellie to go get Tommy as he sits you down on the couch, and she doesn’t hesitate before sprinting out the door. He’s asking you questions, where are you hurt? What did he do to you? When did he get into the house? But you can just stare at him, glossy eyes and trembling limbs. He cusses, loudly, hating himself that he let this happen to you.

Moments later Tommy and Maria are bursting into the room, Maria instantly coming to your side and wrapping her arms around you, talking to you in a much softer voice.

“What the fuck happened? Ellie comes kickin down my door saying something about a guy on top of Y/n-.” Tommy is cut off by Joel grabbing his arm and hauling him towards the bedroom, confusion taking over as he sees the man laying face first in the wood floor, a small pool of blood gathering around his head.

“I need one last favor from you.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Joel and Tommy return hours later to find the house quiet, Maria and Ellie in the living room. Ellie’s asleep on the couch, sprawled out taking up most of the space as Maria combs her fingers through the young girl’s hair.

“Where my girl?” Joel startles her, her hand coming to rest over her chest.

“She’s in your bedroom upstairs… she’s asleep… she’s okay, physically, asides from some bruises and cuts on her forehead and back… listen Joel…” Maria wants to say more but he’s already taking off at the first pause, tracking mud behind him as he ascends the stairs.

He finds you curled up in his bed, covers pulled tight around your shoulders like Maria may have tucked you in. Joel stares at you silently, taking in your face, the rise and fall of your shoulders with each deep breath, he can see the bruise forming in your forehead like Maria had mentioned.

His hand comes to his chest, gripping at his shirt and pressing in, his body suddenly feels too hot, anything too tight on his skin.

Joel couldn’t keep you safe, he wasn’t there for you, so much worse could of happened. Joel realizing his greatest fear would be to lose you.

Tears prick his eyes as he sinks down onto the mattress beside you, “Honey…” Joel rests his hand on your shoulder and you jolt awake, for a split second not recognizing who’s above you until Joel speaks. “Hey. Hey it’s okay baby it’s me. It’s just me.”

Instantly you’re throwing yourself into him, crying uncontrollably. Joel holds you tight, his own tears being lost in your hair. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry darlin’. “ He mutters, pressing kisses to your temple, your cheek, the side of your neck, wherever he can reach, wherever he can touch to show you are safe and whole in his arms.

You pull back, looking at him still in a daze of sleep. “Why are you sorry?”

“I promised, I promised no one would hurt you. I couldn’t keep you safe.” The softness in his voice is heart breaking, the tears slipping down his tan cheeks into his beard makes your stomach tighten and you’re cupping his face gently shushing him.

“No, no Joel you saved me, you saved me. You stopped him, you didn’t let him…” You choke on the memory of Chris’s body against yours, shaking your head. “I remembered what you told me… about how to head butt someone.” Joel looks surprised, maybe confused at your sudden turn in topic. “I didn’t know it would hurt so bad.”

You both are silent for a moment before he chuckles, the sound warm and addictive and you’re copying him, dropping your hands to his shoulders, twisting the lapels of his jacket between your finger. “I should have been there.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours lightly, careful not to hurt you. “I should have never left you alone.”

You sniffle, tugging at his collar slightly to occupy your shaking fingers. “We can’t always be with each other Joel, you and I both know that.”

“I should of though, I should of payed more attention when I left the house, I-I didn’t even fucking lock the do-.”

“Hey.” You cut him off, leaning back to get a good look at his face, Joel looks more defeated, more worn down, like the life has left his body.

“I never wanted to fail you.” He breaths. Your face softens, hands smoothing down to his chest.

“Oh honey… you never failed me Joel. You’ve taught me how to survive, how to overcome, how to fight. If it weren’t for you I would be dead.” He flinches slightly at your admission but you continue. “You saved me, you saved me the moment you met me, I… I have never in my life felt more safe with someone that I do with you, four years almost right? You have protected me and I’ve…” You swallow thickly, no longer a piece of wood to hide behind as you finally lay everything bare.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, I think I feel in love with you when you asked me to help celebrate Sarah’s birthday. I think I feel in love with you when we stopped on that run to stare at the night sky because it was so clear and pretty and you laid the sleeping bags in the back of the truck. I think-.”

You don’t have to finish because Joel’s lips are on yours and he’s pulling you into his lap, pressing your body against his like this is that last chance he will ever get. And for a man of little words his actions speak volumes. Years of tension, years of built of feelings, stolen touches and simple gestures break down to this very moment.

And It’s just Joel, it’s just you, just this moment of uninterrupted joy the two of you have worked so long and hard for.

One large hand sinks into your hair, the other brushing across your hip up your back and you jolt at the touch, pulling away with a gasp. “M sorry.” He breaths, “I shouldn’t a-.”

“Stop apologizing, you didn’t do anything wrong Joel… just my back hurts.” You whisper pressing back in an closing off any argument with another slow kiss.

This time a knock at the door interrupts, and Joel looks over your shoulder to see Tommy. You climb off of his lap sheepishly, face hot with embarrassment as Joel stands going to his brother. They exchange hushed words before Tommy gives you a nod and is walking away.

“Tommy was just sayin Maria got Ellie to bed, they’ll come back tomorrow with a doc to check your back.”

You nod, watching him toe out of his boots, the mud staining up to his knees. Really looking at him his hair is damp, the cuffs of his jacket wet also as he shrugs out of it.

“Joel?”

He looks over at you, eyebrow cocked slightly.

“Where is he now?”

*~*~*~*~*~*

A man jolts awake, groaning as pain blossoms through his skull, he reaches for his head but is stopped, rope bites firmly into his wrists. Panic sets in as he finally cracks open his eyes, blinking to adjust to the sudden star littered darkness blanketing him.

Snow is falling heavily in the dense woods, the tree he is tied to cutting into his back as he struggles, panic morphing into fear as he calls out, screaming for anyone to answer him, the feral need to escape squashing his logic and reasoning.

He searches frantically for anything in reach, anything he can use to cut himself free as he cusses and splutters with each painful tug of his arms against the bindings.

A twig snaps, his body goes taught.

Another snap.

Tears fill his eyes as he cranes his neck back, a whimper falling from his lips.

Something moves in the branches above his head.

Click, click. Skrrr. Click, click.

The noise comes to life all around him, his fate sealed.

Click, click. Skrrr. Click, click.

#joel miller #joel miller x y/n #joel x reader #joel miller the last of us #the last of us #dark #hurt #safety #apollyonsdarksecrets #no smut #friends to lovers

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starter-library · 7 months

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THE GUY WHO DIDN'T LIKE MUSICALS LYRIC STARTERS feel free to change phrasing/pronouns as you see fit

“Musicals tell the impossible (impossible) They evoke the philosophical”

“Should we kill him?”

“What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

“The apotheosis is upon us”

“Where the fuck is he?”

“You gotta believe in something, [name], you piece of shit”

“[Name] you piece of shit”

“Sometimes I just wanna shout on top of roof and mountain tops”

“Yesterday is retroactive Got myself a new perspective”

“What the fuck was that?”

“I may not have a home but that's way okay”

“The world is my house, The dogs are my food”

“Uh, what's going on here?! I'm very confused and concerned by all this”

“Do you wanna save the planet?”

“What do you want, [name]? Tell me what you desire to see”

“So, what do you want, Paul? What's that one concrete goal that motivates all your actions?”

“I don't know, I want what anyone wants? Money, a partner? Kids, someday, maybe?”

“A man so vague just can't be trusted”

“D'you know what I want for myself? I've waited for so long to tell somebody else.”

“You're my muse, my source of light”

“[name] my love. I want you to choke me out at night”

“I want you to choke me while I jerk off”

“I'm gonna go get some coffee, do you want anything?”

“Get your cup of roasted coffee”

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee”

“You better empty out all of them pockets but don't empty out all of them pockets”

“Check your mirror, you'll find hell has arrived”

“Do the things I say, I'm a cop”

“Put in your mouth and suck it!”

“Oh, [name], please stop! I'm your wife, just talk to me, baby!”

“God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once and free”

“You tied up my heart, You tied me down”

“Now break me open with your love and mercy”

“[name], baby! Apple of my eye! Don't you trust me?”

“I've effed up, [name], effed up with you”

“Will you ever forgive me? I'll crawl on my hands and knees”

“Oh fuck, I'm fading fast, I think you better come quick”

“I really don't wanna die alone in here. Time to say our goodbyes at the end of the road”

“This body's not gonna last, the air is cold and thick”

“You brought me back from the dead, [name]!”

“The time for chaos is long past overdue”

“Death isn't optional in fact it’s optimal”

“Join us and die”

“We're gonna kick your ass and then we're gonna Fucking kick your ass”

“I'm not your girl anymore”

“You left me out of your sight for one second and look what happens, nightmare time”

“No matter what you believe The apple's fallen far from the tree”

“It's not my fault anymore”

“Did you know that I wanted to live with you?

“Why does it hurt to love you? Why am I in pain?”

“If I turned my insides out, would you even know that I was there?”

“A show stoppin' number is something you die for”

“This song's pretty good, huh? I bet you didn't know I was also a composer”

“I've also been writing my own musical…Do you mind if I give you the pitch?”

“But those glory days, they're gone for good…Or are they?”

“Business calls, I'm up to my ass in shit. What is this business?”

“Last weekend feels like ages ago”

“I can't wait to get home to my boys”

“Come on, [name] We've got some catching up to do”

“There's only room for right and wrong”

“You can't run”

“You're staring down the gun 'Cause you're easily disposed”

“Did you hear the word?”

“Is your heart so damp and bleak that you won’t give us a peek of your soul?”

“There's a voice inside of you on the edge of coming through”

“Am I dead? I’m coming apart at the seams!”

“I’ve never been happy wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Is my integrity worth anything at all?”

“Am I crazy? Maybe I’ve always been”

“What if I told you I made it and this is the life that I chose?”

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Don't you want to see me happy? Is it so tragically wrong?”

“We must go on with the show it's inevitable”

“I found my calling you can do the same now”

#roleplay meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay starter #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #lyric starters #rp prompt #musical starters #the hatchetfield series #starkid #the guy who didn't like musicals #if this gets enough traction I’ll do Black Friday and NPMD

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alonelyturtle · 11 months

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Another Thing I Don’t Have Time to Write …

But wished I did:

“Uh, General?”

“Yeah?

“Who’s the youngling?”

The five year old clung tighter to Anakin’s leg. His face stayed firmly pressed against the side of his boot.

“No idea, Rex.” Anakin bent low with difficulty; the child’s fingers dug tighter into his muscles. He refused to let go. “Hey there little guy,” the Jedi started, speaking to the boy as he moved. The shaggy haired toddler moved his head minutely, for only the briefest of seconds, but it was enough for Anakin to realize his fear. Utter terror etched itself across his face. “I, uh, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

“Where did he come from?” One of the clones whispered. Anakin glanced up again, finally noticing the crowd that gathered around him and Rex. Too many for the frightened boy to handle. His overwhelmed emotions poured into the Force, cascading over each other like the waterfalls on Naboo.

“It’s okay,” Anakin reassured the child again, eyes falling back on the terrified boy once more. “No one’s going to hurt you.”

“Troopers,” he whispered, unable to look away from the Jedi.“They will hurt me. And you too. Need to leave. Need to get out.”

Anakin reached for the boy’s golden blonde hair, smoothing it away from his face. A small comfort to alleviate the terrors flowing through his mind. Whatever he considered the clones, it was much worse than he knew his soldiers to be. “It’s okay. You’re safe. No one is going to hurt you.”

“Troopers always hurt people. Not safe. Need to leave.”

The Jedi looked around. None of his men held their blasters, none of them stood poised ready to kill. Battle was far away and far from their minds. This was meant to be a time to respite, to relax away from the horrors of the war. Two days of blissful relaxation before returning to wage another siege against a Separatist planet. None of them were going to hurt anyone under his watch, especially not a frightened child who appeared as if from thin air. The field they’d set up camp in was at least 20 kilometers from the nearest city.

But the boy ran right for Anakin. He’d latched onto his leg fifteen minutes and had yet to let go.

“Why don’t I send the clones away? Will that be better?”

“Uh huh,” the child replied weakly, letting one hand of his viselike grip go to reach for Anakin’s hand.

“Right.” The Jedi caught his captain’s attention. “Can we clear out the boys?”

“Of course, General. Let’s go men. Find something else to bother about instead.”

Something else that’s been casually sitting on the drive in a document I barely ever open, but I should. A little plotless bunny hopping around the back of my mind that will unfortunately stay as is: unfinished and woefully unpolished. I wish I had the time and energy to expand; alas, it just won’t be happening.

#things I want to write #things I won’t be writing #fanfiction #Star Wars fanfic #anidala #luke and anakin #father-son bonding but neither of them really know that #anakin x padme #ao3 author #bad writer over here #literally haven’t written anything #nor have I actually updated anything

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gorogues · 8 months

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Fictober 2023

Prompt number #8 Fanfiction Fandom: Flash Rogues Rating: T – Teen and up Warnings: Profanity.

Day Eight: “Give me that, before anything happens.”

The Rogues weren’t scavengers by nature, but they never missed an opportunity which presented itself. And so they found themselves searching the wreckage of a huge battlefield, the aftermath of yet another ‘Crisis’, seeking anything of interest.

“I found some weird bracelet,” Mark announced, holding up a Thanagarian war gauntlet. “Nice solid metal for scrap.” It echoed strangely when he tapped it.

“Not as good as I was hopin’ for, but it’s something,” Len shrugged. They were finding the pickings disappointingly slim, and Mick was privately wondering if the heroes had already combed the battlefield for useful weapons. Still, the Rogues didn’t have much else to do as the city was rebuilt.

“Guys, look what I found!” Axel shouted about ten minutes later, running on air with something in his hand. “It’s a freakin’ Green Lantern ring!”

“Are ye certain?” Evan said skeptically as he snatched it away for examination, ignoring the obvious frustration of the kid. “It isnae doing a’thing.”

“Maybe it got damaged in the fight,” Mick suggested, though Mark looked contemptuous, annoyed at having his find overshadowed by something that was much cooler.

“It’s fake. Throw it out.”

Len frowned with concern. “We can’t take that chance. Give it to me before something happens,” and Evan reluctantly handed it over to the boss.

The ring began to glow as soon as Len touched it, bathing them all in a bright green light.

“Leonard Snart of Earth, you have demonstrated great will. Welcome to the Green Lantern Corps,” the ring declared in a sonorous voice unlike anything they’d ever heard before, its words audible to all. In an instant, Len was wearing a sleek green coat with the symbol of the Lantern Corps on its front.

“Holy…” Mark exclaimed breathlessly, eyes wide, though not everyone looked impressed.

“Now he’s gonna be more insufferable than ever,” Mick muttered quietly, and Axel was even more frustrated than before.

“That’s my ring! I found it!” the boy insisted, jumping up and down and dancing around the others in his exasperation.

Len looked regretful. “Sorry, kid, I didn’t know that was gonna happen. But this is pretty fuckin’ cool, honestly. Just imagine what we’ll be able to do with this thing!”

“We c’n rob every bank on the planet,” Evan suggested with great enthusiasm.

“I don’t know if the ring works that way…” Mick pondered aloud, but Len wasn’t bothered by any nay-saying skepticism.

“Don’t matter, we’ll find out as we go,” Len said confidently, but somebody cleared his throat behind them.

“Great plan, guys, but I’m afraid I’ll have to put a damper on it. Hand over the ring,” Hal Jordan told them with a grin. He hovered a few feet above them and looked very amused by the entire situation.

“No way. The ring picked me,” Len declared, and the other Rogues nodded in firm agreement.

“Oh geez, I guess that means it’s yours under intergalactic law,” Hal said with a serious look on his face, though he couldn’t hold it for long. “No, actually, I have full authority from Oa to take it back ASAP. Sorry.”

Hal’s own ring began to glow, and the one on Len’s hand responded in kind. In moments, the ring floated off Len’s finger and flew to the waiting hand of the Green Lantern, and Cold’s new costume immediately reverted back to his usual blue parka.

“You asshole!” Len snarled, though firing his cold gun at Hal did nothing because of the ring’s protective shield. The other Rogues found the same when they also turned their weapons against their new foe in sympathetic anger.

“Thanks for the laugh, guys, and for finding the ring. We couldn’t detect it until you activated it just now, so we really do owe you a debt. See you around!” Hal called as he turned and flew into the stratosphere. In seconds, he was gone.

“Well that really sucked,” Axel said sullenly, and none of the others could disagree. Len put a friendly hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah. But you did good finding it and letting us know about it. So thanks.”

Axel brightened at what was high praise indeed. “Of course! I just wish we coulda gotten rich off it.”

“I’m gonna get a few bucks for my bracelet,” Mark said with probably unwarranted pride, though Len snorted at him.

“I guess we should keep looking.”

#fictober23 #Captain Cold #Heat Wave #Weather Wizard #the Trickster #Mirror Master #Evan #Axel #Green Lantern #fanfic

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mamaito · 1 year

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[Live A Hero] Prologue

-- Boys and girls, and surely anyone out there must've at least dreamed of a promising future.

One where they get to go to have a job that they loved--, One where they get to be with someone together in blissful happiness--, One where they get to obtain the desired look that they've been dreaming of--

Right there, the self indulging moon was ever beautiful.. Spreading it to the world so that their bright futures could be reached.

You were betting your dreams towards it, not even the rain could tear it away from them, and it was only then did that person was given the priveledge to be recognized by it.

And so, never would that person ever let anyone take that dream from them ever again not even any tall hurdle, decided that they would henceforth confront anything in their way.

Society then decided-- This existence and desire that were surrounding humans as they gaze out-- And possibly, their entire lives.

If a wall was established ahead of it, one has to go over even if it meant biting down, otherwise you'd have to give up and turn your heel at the thought of branching out on your own.

If it is your own desire to arrive at the future you've been dreaming of-- Even if meant coming out not entirely human..

However, even if you did arrive at where this future of yours, what do think about in having a glimpse of it?

After this, you'll be able to reach that future. By nightfall, something will illuminate to grant your dream, and then you'll be able to help out and give it onto others too.

There are no [if]'s in this world-- You'll be able to borrow a parallel world through your own efforts alone, and now is the time to fight off the enemies that threatens it.

The people of that cosmos then--

Will call you a [Hero].

[Fat Cameraman?] "Come on, The Milky Way Galaxy is going to air [LIVE @ HERO], let's all watch it together, everyone! Sorry for the wait!"

"We've arrived just in time, according to the parallel flight's hero company, the live battle will--"

"Here, the planet earth's hero is ranked the third in the entire solar system, hailing from the country, Japan. That has one of the biggest oriental cities out there to be escorted on!"

["Fweh!?"] ["Where is this place!?] ["What- What!?"]

[Fat Cameraman?] "The arrival of the hero obliterator, they're getting ready for battle!"

"The companies are expecting a fresh batch of new heroes. There's been a sudden boom in the city due to the oppressive atrocities happening, and now there are two monsters spotted that are going to battle it out!"

"Monsters have been causing havoc on this town's harmony and I don't intend to miss them go out beautifully in order to regain back what was lost!"

[Monster] "GRAAAHHH!!"

["WAAH!?"] ["A monster..!?"]

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Wow, it came back. The companies expecting great things from you, Newcomer Ito."

"-- Hm? What's with the puzzled look on your face. It's like it's your first time meeting with another human being…"

"It'd be bad if you've forgotten what your company president's face looks like. -- Just kidding, I won't do that."

[Sport-Oriented College Student?] "Yo, Ito! I'm tired of waiting, I'm gonna go and transform now!"

[Straight-Laced Girl?] "Now. I'm the only one that can save this town… That's why.. Ito, please, honor this request."

[Tiger Hero?] "Yo, Ito! Today's the day!! Justice!!! We get to serve justice!!!!"

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Now that's settled, without further ado, it's time to initiate our operations at the spot."

"There's nothing to be worried about. You're a veteran, after all, so you should come and support us. You could call this your off-the-job training."

["Hero…?"] ["Operation…?"] ["Um, where am I suppose to…"]

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "….? For some reason there's something off about you. Don't tell me, you--"

[Fat Cameraman?] "Director, Ito! The monster's beginning to act violent! For the first time we gotta hurry, hurry!"

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "-- Oh. It can't be helped. It must be from all the confusion, It's time to battle."

"Rather than just Mokdai over there. You're a hero now, you can fight, can't you..?"

[Fat Cameraman?] "UAAAAAAHH, He's right! Suit up, suit up!"

[Battle Commences]

[Monster] "Grraaahh.. Raaahh..!!"

[Fat Cameraman?] "A successful delivery, the monster has disappeared and the oriental city's peace has been restored!"

"Everyone, let's give our round of applause and encouragement for the companies new star that has been meeting it's expectations!"

"As you can see, our companies heroes play an active role, so please follow our channel!"

"-- Thank god the internships over! Aah~ I'm so tired…"

["It's over..?"] ["Wh- The hell was that…"] ["Just now, I wasn't the only one who saw that, right…?"]

[Beast-Eared Company President?] "Ito, thank you for your hard work. That was a wonderful battle."

"You really are an exception, Ito. For your first time in being in charge of a battle, you've shown some pretty good skills there."

"Just as I thought, you're--"

"Our--"

[Bar Keeper?] "-- Yo, welcome, welcome, to the [Action Heroes Guild]."

[".. Huh?"] ["After all that, am I still me.."] ["This is..?"]

[Bar Keeper?] "Aah, don't go all emotional now. You realize by now that it's too late to be saying those things."

"You did beg the company director to be in it, remember? You were boasting about finally being employed in such a wonderful partnership."

"-- Hm? What? What's up with you, it's like you're meeting me for the first time or something from how hard you're staring at me."

"Don't tell me you forgot!? We're superheroes and this here is a hero pub, it's written right here on my breast pocket that I'm the pub owner of this joint, Procy!"

"… Phew, can't believe all of that just came out of my own mouth, how embarrassing. C'mon, I'm taking you somewhere."

[Bar Keeper?] "Ooh, are those glint in your eyes that I'm seeing? Don't go breaking the telecom searcher now."

"I've been managing this one.. So you gotta understand. Good grief, we've come here so I can explain it."

"Right, from the top. This here's an ether crystal. Go and concentrate your mind on it--"

"This is for detecting a hero's very being, of course, the panels here manage that so you can summon them, simple, right?"

["Can detect a hero's being…?"] ["For.. What purpose..?"] ["Ah, I think I'm getting it now."]

[Bar Keeper?] "… Is it too strange for you? If there's anything you want to talk about, I'm willing to listen."

"Well, it's fine if you somehow slipped up every now and then, you know."

"Here, I'll let you hold some amount of ether crystals, hmph.. Now then, let's see which one you find."

"C'mon, do it. It's unfortunate that you have to deal with that guy so I'm going to lend some to you."

"Whatever comes out of it, don't go regretting it now, alright?"

[Summoning Gacha Commences]

[Bar Keeper?]

"Oh, how'd that make you feel? Were you satisfied with your contract with that person?"

"Well, still, the more you consider it, the more strange of a habit it is."

"You--"

"-- Can-- Do it--"

-- You took it out hastily, breaking away from the memory fragments of someone else's experience as it fades, ending with you waking up in this place.

In this vacant and empty room, the ceiling was flooded by the starry skies.

The planetarium-like ceiling forms a circular shape and the numerous wishes that are clinging onto it were shimmering brightly.

You walk towards the metallic bed, it swings from the stirring of something larger above and you let your body lie on it.

["Something--"] ["I wonder what that was.."] ["Where is this place..?"]

In addition to those stars below, the great blue could be seen shining around the globe.

It is-- Without a doubt, earth.

[???] "-- Welcome back, how was it? From your first task in being an observer?"

A voice calls out to you in the opposite direction, someone with a larger physique and fur as white as snow, it was a male.

He stares at you for a long moment then bends down respectfully.

[Mysterious Man] "I have been waiting. In this cramped room here. -- Our new [Observer]."

["Is that body of yours..?"] ["Who are you!?"] ["Observer…?"]

Ito lets out a faint voice in response and pointed at herself and the male in question answers back again.

[Mysterious Man] "This is the home that was granted to you by the faculty. It's for the sake of you having a better experience--"

"You've sent out a message that your consciousness be sent ahead, and arrangements were planned…"

"Hence the title, Observer. I wonder.. Was the ability to simulate an experience somewhat enjoyable for you?"

["Explain this to me!"] ["Answer me!"] ["… Wh!?"]

[Mysterious Man] "… Oh dear, how rude of me. But I am expected to be forward and report back only the facts, I have already given as many explanations that I could possibly give."

"But do not fret. You will have the answers to those questions in time."

"I-- That's right. Please call for absence."

"Me and you, are what's commonly called as extraterrestrial beings."

"The original objective of the observer is to meet- Pardon, is to avoid unless there is an exception from revealing your existence… That is what was directly told to me."

"And in this rare occasion, I was relayed in letting you know that you've been given a request, a request to invite a ship into ours."

["An extraterrestrial being..!?"] ["In what way is my body a joke to you..?"]

[Mysterious Man] "Oh my, what has gotten you all flustered. You're able to breathe on earth. Of course, it would've been better to move to another star."

"Ah, how rude. Master has yet to come into contact with the aliens on earth."

[Mysterious Man] "It has been approximately 180 years since. This earth has confronted crisis that are unprecedented at most."

"There were times when they were on the verge of destruction but something in the universe appeared, a visit from another lifeform lended them a hand for the time being so that they can escape this destruction they've set themselves on--"

"-- As one would call it, a [Hero] emerged."

["Hero..?"]

[Mysterious Man] "That's right, a hero. Might've been from your world but, the films seem to be intimate with it."

[Mysterious Man] "These threats-- were called monsters by everyone."

"Monsters were large menaces who were often antagonistic in every way. That was when it happened, a hero."

"The world's dream and desires became a reality, in order to keep up with the cosmos, they built equipment to serve as weapons, and perhaps to be able to have the ability to borrow--"

"The same abilities as those monsters in order to keep up with them, put them at bay and monitor their actions. Eventually everyone managed to assault them back and free the others."

"You have already experienced what it'd be like to battle what those heroes have been fighting with."

[Mysterious Man] "They are often times fighting for control alongside an observer. -- One who has the perception to assess the battle field."

"Assessing information through one's line of sight, that person's perception has the dreams of others on their shoulders be made possible."

"They tend to invite many onlookers to the scene, so they devised a way for the whole universe to broadcast their fights within safe distance as the people listen and watch."

[Mysterious Man] "Just like that, they've garnered themselves an audience through watching it in interest. It has been a reoccurring thing in the entire universe, that those outsiders watching is what gives those gang of heroes the power."

"The observer has the power to survey and assess-- Those who have the strongest perception out of many… And, well, that would be you, Observer."

"Yes… it is without a doubt, that this would the reason for master to have been selected due to those abilities."

The broker has his gaze fixed elsewhere. His jet black eyes narrowed-- And a ominous smile peeked through.

[Mysterious Man] "Also.. You have made something rather extraordinary. We have joined up to turn you into something special, drawing the line between what makes one an observer."

["Turn me in what way…?"] ["Joined up…!?"]

[Mysterious Man] "In what way, you asked? Don't you want to be respected by others? There is nothing for you to worry about too much. You're very existence has always been the same."

"I am referring to that parallel world self of yours, however, that is all there is to it. There is hardly any pain to it, right?"

[Mysterious Man] "Rather than let yourself announce your success on your own. Instead of being just a spectator from the outside, how about becoming an observer on the inside also by combining together those two sides of yours--"

"Being the universe's strongest.. Not even the cosmos itself would be able to grab hold of your abilities."

"Well then-- That is all there is to my exposition. I am certain there is no one out there smart enough to do it like you, nor could anyone out perform you."

"This is a request that I would like you to reconsider, and as it were, I would like this be kept a secret that you've received this kind of suggestion."

["A request..?"] ["What if I refuse?"]

[Mysterious Man] "Yes, yes, a reasonable one at that. If you've come to the conclusion to refuse then that's that.. If you've come to the resolution to do it, that is."

"It is brimmed with ether, and the air's atmosphere is not quite bad. There is no reason for the universe to kick you out from resigning… Yet."

"-- Well, that was just a joke. I apologize for such a difficult conversation to be discussing. At the very least, do lend me your ear."

"Master.. From now on, this earth is your home. I'm returning you back."

"And so, as always, you will be living here for the rest of your life."

"Yes, that's right-- The you that you'll be wearing will be the same one that you've been using, forever."

["Forever?"] ["… That's it?"]

[Mysterious Man] "Yes.. I didn't want it to come to this. Please, as you would, please respect this one heartful action."

"Just like that, I would like you to continue working just as hard as you would as before, and support those genuine heroes of that town forward--"

"-- Before long, remember those bitter days in that world as it turns into a eventual ruin of a world it once was."

He chuckles, bending down towards you with a sense of eeriness to his professional smile.

[Mysterious Man] "-- Right, do you want any advice for your concerns?"

"You'll always be an observer so take my advice and never reveal it to anyone."

"If you ever exposed yourself that you're an observer to any of those popular heroes out there, even a slight bit of it… Well."

"From the way I see it, it is more of a [curse] to even be able to talk about it so lightly really… I'm more relieved to be living this long."

"I believe it is more fun to meet and live together with those heroes forever, right?"

"Again… if you get eaten or die from the monsters out there, why, that would be the most boring way to conclude this."

He makes a fake noise as if he was in low spirits, Broker then approaches. Just from under his breath, he murmured.

[Mysterious Man] "You… Are the last key to opening one's nature if it weren't for this."

At that moment, Broker pulled something--

Your own vision becoming white as you are then thrusted into it. A dazzling light flashes momentarily before disappearing off completely.

The figure of the one who you knew as the Broker was beginning to get distant, and your own mind becoming blurry.

["W-wait…!"] ["AAAAAHHH!!"]

[Mysterious Man] "-- Well, it's been nice knowing you. You've held a good life as an observer."

[Mysterious Man] "-- Ito."

#translation #live a hero

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in a cell: yandere zurg x reader

Trigger warning: drugs

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(Y/n) woke up in a dark and cold cell. She was laying on the chilly metallic bench.

Her mind was still catching up. What happened? The last thing she recalled was robots attacking her planet.

(Y/n) gripped her head and gasped. Just outside the cell, she could see the symbol z. That's right her planet was taken over by zurg!

Which means... "Oh no." She muttered. Fear instantly shook her body. No one ever got out of zurg's prison.

Reality crashed down onto her. (Y/n) trying to be quiet as she sobbed. What happened to her friends and family?

Carefully (y/n) moved for the bars. Maybe if she could see who else was in the cells next to her. She had hope

Her hope was instantly blasted away. The cells were empty, at least in this hallway. She was alone. She was going to die alone not knowing what happened to her friends and family.

She was weak and tired. How long was she asleep? Her thoughts were Interrupted. She could hear some grubs talking. They were talking to zurg!

Fear once again struck (y/n) as she scrambled deeper into her cell. She did not want to get on his bad side.

(Y/n) started to shake more as he stopped in front of the cell, but was not facing it.

"Grubs go do something else."

He made it clear he wanted them gone, and boy did those little things not hesitate. They took off running. Their little legs tapped fast on the metal floor.

(Y/n) seemed to hold her breath. Zurg just stood there. He has yet to look over, but (y/n) was praying he would just move on and not notice.

(Y/n) begged that zurg followed the t-rex rules. If you don't move or make a sound he won't see her. Right? She could wish.

"You gonna turn blue if you keep holding your breath in fear." He was blunt, but his voice was enough to make (y/n) gasp, taking in the air.

He didn't follow t-rex rules!!!! Her breathing was fast and uneven, making zurg laugh more. Still not yet turning to (y/n). She was thankful that the bars were keeping him "out"

"Oh, how delicious. You so Petrified you can't even scream."

This fucker was enjoying this! But that was also obvious he would. He was evil emperor zurg after all.

(Y/n) tensed as he finally turned to the cell. Neither of them said anything. They just stared at one another.

(Y/n) shaking like a maraca as she blinked. Zurg just stood all high and mighty.

Was he making a plan to kill her? Put her to work? Both???

(Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat as zurg turned to leave. He said nothing. Like that weird staring contest didn't happen.

As soon as zurg left her sight (y/n) fell to her side, tightly hugging her knees. A sob escaped her. She couldn't hold it in anymore.

It's been days since (y/n) saw zurg. Or was it weeks? There was no way to tell the time in here. (Y/n) was still in the same spot as a small metal door opened.

(Y/n) gave a small gag seeing the plate of "food", if you can even call it that.

In front of her was gray slop. That's what she's been eating. But boy did it make her feel sick. She did not move for it. Even if (y/n) was hungry she did not want to eat it today.

(Y/n) peeled her eyes from the food, trying to look at anything else, only to scream when she turned. Their hands clutched her chest as her heart stopped.

There in front of her cell was zurg. Oh, he loved her reaction. His body language made that clear.

(Y/n) gasping for air was trying to not shake.

Once again their eyes meet, just staring. It was creepy and made (y/n) even more nervous.

The worst part was, that he wasn't saying anything! (Y/n) would have thought he had gotten hit with a frozen ray, but he wasn't. (Y/n) knew he wasn't.

The seconds ticked by dreadfully slow. The only noise both could hear was (y/n)'s shaky and uneven breathing.

(Y/n) couldn't take it anymore. Shutting her eyes tight she turned her head. She was not expecting what came next.

"Ha! I win!" Zurg proclames.

(Y/n)'s eyes shot back open in utter confusion. He won...? What did he win?

Zurg saw her confusion and spoke. "Our little Stare off contest dear. He was very smug about it, but zurg said nothing else as he left yet again.

(Y/n) was just dumbfounded, but the danger was gone. The only thing with her was that nasty food to keep her company.

Some more days passed, and (y/n) would eat the "food" here and there but she really couldn't stomach it anymore. She was just thankful that the grubs took the old plate when a new tray of food came

(Y/n) exhaled leaning on her knees. Things could be worse... she could be dead. Or worked to death. Or both.

(Y/n) quickly lifted her head. The cell door opened... it opened! (Y/n) knew it was a death wish to leave the cell, but those cold bars were the only protection she had from him.

With a gulp, she looked over to see who it was. Her heart died inside as zurg stepped in, closing the cell again.

"Still not eating much dear?" Zurg waited for a response, but all (y/n) did was look away.

She was weak compared to him. She dared not to speak. Saying something wrong could get her killed.

Zurg got closer and instantly (y/n) tried to become one with the wall, but she didn't have ghost powers.

(Y/n) shut her eyes trembling, waiting for the worst. She thought this would be the end as his metal hand Grabbed her chin. Making her whimper.

She waited And waited, yet he didn't move. His hand finally dropped her face, making (y/n) gasp. Her eyes then shot open to what happened next.

Something soft was being put around her. Her hand traveled to her shoulder, feeling the soft yet warm fabric. Her eyes tripled to it, letting her know it was a blanket.

Zurg had carefully put a blanket on her. (Y/n) once again was utterly dumbfounded, but before she could as there was a slam of the cell. Zurg was gone.

(Y/n)'s jaw dropped. Is this blanket deadly? She ran her hand over it again. No, it was 100% safe.

(Y/n) suddenly sniffed the air. She sore she smelled her favorite food. Ok, that had to be a trick, but when (y/n) looked over she was shaken to her core.

Was this a trap? Was it poisoned? (Y/n) gulped as she scooted closer to the plate. It was warm too. How long has it been since she had warm and tasty food? (Y/n) didn't have the answer to that.

(Y/n) sat there for a bit, having an internal conflict. Should she eat it? Would zurg get mad if she didn't eat it?

With a weak exhaled (y/n) gave in picking up the plate. She could eat it slow just in case.

It was safe to eat. (Y/n) had no idea how to feel about this. Zurg was being nice. Him nice? It was unheard of.

(Y/n) guessed their next meeting would be a few days from now since that was now the pattern, but he came the next day instead.

Today he came with a pillow and another plate of food.

(Y/n) hesitantly eyed him as he put the stuff down. "Well, are you going to eat?"

(Y/n) gulped. She had questions. She had a lot of questions. She finally decided to speak as zurg closed the cell behind him. Now close to her.

"I... will" her hands shakily took the plate. She was once again eating slowly.

Zurg seemed to perk up. Finally, he heard her speak.

(Y/n) was expecting him to instantly leave but he just stood there. He was watching her like a hawk. It made (y/n) shiver. He stayed and watched her eat. Like he was making sure (y/n) finished.

Taking a deep breath (y/n) finally put the plate down. The questions were still itching her mind. Her mouth opened, before instantly closing. Does she have the courage to speak?

Moments passed and (y/n) finally mustered it up. "What do you want with me? Why... all this?" Her voice was soft.

Zurg didn't respond at first. (Y/n) thought he didn't hear her, but she was wrong as he suddenly knelt by her. His finger rested on her chin, making her look at him.

"What's the fun in telling you? I want to keep you guessing about what I have planned for you, my dear."

(Y/n) swallowed the lump in her throat. Her words had left her. She was silent again.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it." He started to get up again. his cold hands leaving her and just like that he was gone.

(Y/n) was now even more confused.

Once again zurg showed up the next day. Today he just had a plate of food. No present. He carefully walked in (y/n) not moving from her spot yet.

"You must be hungry." He held it up to her. Zurg saw her hesitation and laughed. "Oh please, the last two meals were not harmful. Why would this one be?"

He was right. This evil man had been, dare she say, kind. If this meal was anything like the last it would be safe. (Y/n) ate at a normal speed this time.

Zurg's Watchful glaze still creeps her out, but what could she do.

When she was done zurg took the plate handing it off to the grub to bring it to the dishwasher. Zurg never let them stay for long.

Unexpectedly zurg didn't leave yet. The last time he just watched her, but he stayed.

(Y/n) bit her lip before speaking. "Thank... you..?" It came out as a question. It was bizarre.

Zurg just waved his hand, not caring, telling her it was whatever.

It was silent for a bit, that was until (y/n) felt dizzy. She gasped quickly falling to her side. Her breathing slowed down, but she was still awake and alive.

(Y/n) gave weak sound trying to push herself up. Her body felt weak.... her body felt drugged!

Fear rushed through her veins as zurg suddenly scooped her up.

"I... trusted you." She muttered. (Y/n) was a fool. He had tricked her. He gained her trust, and he drugged her.

"You really shouldn't have, but oh it was so easy."

He was walking. Where was he walking? (Y/n) weakly lifted her head. Well as much as she could. It was just resting on his shoulder.

Blinking a few times (y/n) could see they were still in the cell. Zurg sat down on the metal bed, carefully adjusting (y/n) in his lap.

(Y/n) tried to put her hands on his chest to push him back, but all he did was grab her hand.

(Y/n)'s breath seemed to hitch a bit in fear. What was he doing?

"Just lay down." He motioned her to use his chest as a pillow. His free hand softly pushed her down. If it wasn't for the drugs she would be screaming and kicking.

"I don't..." she bearly muttered as she collapsed onto him. Her breathing was still shallow. (Y/n) wanted her Strength back.

"See that's it." He let go of her hand. One hand was still resting on her back, as his now free hand moved for her hair.

(Y/n) winced, clamping her eyes shut. She felt something running through her strands of hair.

He was petting her. He was playing with her hair.

(Y/n) slowly opened her eyes, meeting his Watchful eyes.

He seemed very smug. "What you thought something else would happen?"

(Y/n) grunted. Not having the energy to form words.

"I know what your thinking, all of this just to hold you?" He laughed a bit. "It's more than that dear."

He cooed at her, nuzzling her forehead a bit. Even if it was a bit awkward.

(Y/n) whined. Zurg could tell she was trying to fight. Trying to get away, but she couldn't even loft a pen.

He just held her like this for as long as he could. he wishes he could stay forever like this. But alas he had work to do, and (y/n) had fallen asleep to the drugs.

"Poor thing wore herself out." He laughed getting up, with her still in his arms.

He had to get up to fix her "bed." It was just a hard metal bench, but it was better with the blanket and pillows

The evil emperor tucked (y/n) into bed, his thumb lovingly rubbing her cheek.

"You'll be my Empress soon (y/n)." He kissed her forehead. Well, more of just making a much sound. He got up leaving the room. The cell was locked behind him.

Zurg pointed at the grub. "Before she gets her Strength back, drug her again. A lower dose this time."

"Yes, evil emperor zurg!"

And with that zurg took off, but he felt like jumping for joy!

#yandere #x reader #shelf insert #evil emperor zurg #blosc #buzz lightyear of star command #zurg #zurg x reader

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Daily Planet Classifieds

Fandom: DC Comics, Superfam, Young Justice 98, Titans

Summary: Laney Hausler is currently attending classes at Metropolis University when he sees a boy with his face in the library. At first, he thinks he's seeing things. Later, he starts to realize something strange is going on.

Conner Kent lives off-campus with his friends, but he sees a boy who eerily resembles him, and he hires a private investigator to look into the life of his doppelganger.

Chapters: 2/?

Characters: Jonathan Lane Kent, Conner Kent, Eddie Bloomberg, Rose Wilson, Bart Allen, Cassie Sandsmark, Cissie King-Jones, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Meloni Thawne, Vic Sage, Slade Wilson

Relationships: Past KonBart, Clois

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Father-Daughter Relationship, No Powers AU, Found Family, Stalking, Family Secrets, No Powers AU, No Capes AU, Complicated Relationships, University AU, Roommates, Private Investigator, Twins, Multiple POV, First Person POV, Obsession, Psychological Drama, Complicated Relationships, Unrequited Love, Platonic Relationships

Chapter Two: Move-In Day (Conner's POV)

Pop insisted on carrying the heavy boxes. He was worried about me ever since the incident happened. That’s why I opted to go to college in the city. Pop had panic attacks most of my life because of it. Mom didn’t like to talk about it anymore. She used to be obsessed with putting up posters and telling me to look for someone resembling me… But it’d been fourteen years, and I’d almost forgotten his name. It was a strange memory. It freaked my parents out whenever I asked about it. So I didn’t ask at all. Pop went through his speech about strangers and sticking close to my friends. “Yeah, Pop. I know. I know,” I replied, “Listen, are you gonna be okay?”

“I’m a seven-minute drive from here, Conner… So, if you need me to come get you or you wanna come home and spend the night-.”

“Pop, I pushed this back for over two weeks now. I gotta move in before school starts,” I interrupted. He set the box down in Bart and I’s bedroom on my side of the room.

“Hi, Uncle Clark, want the rest of my lamb pasta?” Bart asked. Pop sat in a chair by Bart’s bed.

“Is it good?” Pop questioned. Bart pulled a fork out of thin air and shrugged. Pop twirled the pasta around his fork and scooped up peas and meat.

Pop made a soft noise, and Bart grinned. While Pop was distracted, I went to the car to get the last of my things. It was a box my parents packed for me as a surprise. I wasn’t supposed to open it until I got settled. It was heavier than I thought it’d be. I lugged it to the elevator, where I bumped into Cissie. “You’re actually moving in,” Cissie grinned. She always poked fun at me like the mean little sister I never had. “How’s Mr. Kent?”

“I thought he was gonna need a sedative on the way here, but Bart’s got him distracted for right now,” I replied. She let me in, and I set my box on the floor in the living room. She went to our room to hang out with Bart. I think they planned on watching a movie or something. “Jeez, Pop, that box weighs a ton!” I shouted.

“Don’t open it yet!” Pop shouted as he entered the room with Bart’s pasta.

“I won’t,” I answered. Pop sat on the couch and messed up my hair. It wasn’t something he did often. I think to him I was half ghost, half kid. So, he kept his distance physically. I never noticed it until that moment. His affection for me was always with words and actions. I couldn’t remember a time when he hugged me for the sake of hugging me. The last time he held me was when I was sick. That was two years ago, though. I savored any physical affection my Pop offered, and today was no different.

“I’ve gotta go soon, but I want you to take good care of yourself… This is your first night away from home, and-. Conner, give me a hug, okay?” Pop whispered. I hesitated. It finally sunk in for me that I’d left home. If I hugged him, he’d go home… And I wouldn’t be going home with him.

“Not yet, okay? Let me walk you to the Planet,” I replied, “I wanna say bye to Mom, too.”

Pop nodded, and we took the stairs. We were stalling for as much time as we could get. Mom sat outside like she’d been expecting us. She had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. “Mom, don’t-.” She stood up and embraced me.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Mom laughed as she hugged me. “Don’t open your box until after you’ve settled in… And by settled in, I mean make your bed at least.”

I nodded, and I hugged her once more. “Be good, okay?” Mom requested.

“I will, Mom,” I replied. She patted my arm and left Pop and me alone. He rubbed his arm awkwardly, and I smiled for him. He didn’t want to cry, but I knew it was coming. He pushed his glasses up and glanced over my head to avoid looking me in the eye. I wrapped my arms around him and shoved my face in his chest. “It’s gonna be weird, isn’t it?” I asked. He kissed the top of my head, and I could feel his tears hit my scalp. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll buy a taser.”

I wanted him to laugh more than anything. “I know you’ll still be close to home, but I’m going to miss coming home to you,” Pop mumbled.

“Well, we can do dinner at least twice a month… And when I’m not busy with school, I can drop by and do stuff around the house if you want,” I replied, “Also, thanks for being so cool about all this.”

“You’re a great kid… Your mom and I raised an amazing kid. You’re not perfect, but you’re honest and kind… And this will help you be more responsible,” Pop whispered as he pulled away and looked into my eyes. “You have to be responsible for yourself now. That means eating healthy without being reminded to save money and care for your health.”

“I will, Pop. I promise. Don’t worry about me,” I smiled, “I’m gonna be fine… I have to go because I have a thing at the school for Film majors. Also, they’re giving out free food for lunch,” I replied. Dad smiled.

“Is Bart going with you?” Dad asked.

“They’re giving out free food,” I replied. Dad laughed.

“Right… Right,” Dad replied, “Um… I’ve only said this five hundred times, but be good. Okay?”

“I will. Tell Mom that I love her! And I love you too!” I replied as I turned to run off. I met Bart halfway down the street from our apartment, and he playfully bumped into me.

“How’d Uncle Clark take it?” Bart asked. Bart and I grew up together. He was like me, except his twin didn’t vanish without a trace. They were identical the same way my brother and I were. That’s why he called my dad Uncle Clark. Bart was the only one of my friends other than Tim that knew about my twin.

I always thought it was my fault. I was only four years old when it happened. I remembered the day, but it’d been so long since I heard my brother’s name. We were sick, but I remember the strange fogginess of the hospital at nighttime with its dim fluorescent lights and constantly moving doctors. I thought I was dreaming, but I saw him between dreams. My fever dreams… The doctor. The man unhooked my brother from his IV, helped him out of bed, and I swear my twin waved at me. I had nightmares about it. The little boy with my face, waving as if he knew we’d never see each other again. I should’ve called for him. I should’ve cried… But I did nothing.

“Pop took things better than I thought he would. Mom didn’t stick around for long… I think she took it worse than Pop did,” I answered, “How’d your mom take it?”

“Not as bad as when Thad left after graduation… Funny. I cried more than she did once she left,” Bart laughed. That’s how I knew he missed her. He wouldn’t have admitted that to anybody. “Are you good? You look sick.”

“I’m fine… I-. Bart, don’t you miss Thad?” I asked.

“Thinking about twin stuff again?” Bart questioned. I nodded. “Are you having the nightmares again?”

“I never stopped having them,” I confessed. Bart frowned.

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11 - Sister Fights

Part 12

Other Hoyt’s Off Limits

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Beau and I just froze in our places as I muttered under my breath wishing we had a way out of this. “Oh where’s Cassie with a phone call when you need her?” Because I knew my sister would be furious to hear our little secret.

Beau and I just were frozen where we stood with my sister standing in front of us. She had her arms crossed over her chest with a scowl of betrayal on her face. I knew I had messed up and I shouldn’t have kept it a secret because it would have avoided this exact moment. “Jenny before you get angry just let me explain that I have not hurt your sister since we started-“ Beau attempted to say calmly.

“Be quiet Beau!” She raised a hand cutting the sheriff off before he could say another word that she wouldn’t believe at this moment in time. “I can’t believe you went behind my back, Mallory. Was it all a load of crap that conversation we had that night after a few beers. Because I thought I was supposed to be the one helping you find love!”

Dropped my hands at my sides. I didn't know what the right thing to say was. That night I asked her to help me. I was in the most vulnerable state I had ever been in. “Jenny, I…I don’t know what to say. I was an emotional mess when I asked that of you. But now it is different. I have grown up since then. I can make the choice for myself and Beau has been nothing but a gentleman to me.”

“That’s the same thing you said about JW and we saw how that ended for you. But that isn’t important right now. You lied to me. You lied to your sister and here I thought we were always honest with each other.” She spat in my face before I turned my hands into fists at my sides.

“Is that this is coming too, Jen. Because you’ve had a fight with Cassie about sleeping with Cody and you forgave her. Then with Travis he freaking betrayed you and you still forgave him for that. So your track record is forgiving every liar on the planet.” I listed off my fingers seeing Beau give me a confused look because he assumed that she had taken care of Travis instead she let him run off to find whatever girl he was after.

Beau slowly raised his hands trying to calm down the situation before things got ugly between the two siblings. “Alright Hoyt let’s just hear her out before we jump to any conclusions about our relationship.”

“Oh I already have a conclusion you two are through. You need to stop whatever relationship this is because she isn’t someone you can just choose this job over or push around. She is my little sister and I will make sure that no low life country boy breaks her heart again!” My sister stomps her boots in the dirt getting in his face pointing her index finger harshly against his chest.

Stomping forward I grabbed my sister’s shoulder yanking her away from him not being able to take her yelling at him anymore. “Jenny, that's enough. Okay I really like him and I’m sorry I lied. Yet looking at you now maybe it was a good idea to keep it from you if this was going to happen. So you’ll just have to accept that I am not going to break up with him!”

“I can’t believe you are acting like a child over this. I am just doing what you asked me to do as your sister. And you clearly can’t see that so I’m gonna go!” She throws her hands up in the air getting in her car and drives off without another word.

I sucked in a shaky breath feeling tears starting to fall down my face watching her leave like this. My knees almost gave out from underneath me thankfully Beau noticed catching me before I could hit the ground. “Woah Mallory. Easy now I’ve got ya.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, our noses hit each other before he had me standing on my own feet.

“Thanks…I…I’m sorry for all this. I…I’m gonna go Beau.” I apologized to the sheriff, grabbing my coat and heading towards my truck. Since it would be awkward if I stayed here any longer since my sister had basically upset my whole evening.

Flinging my truck door opened I got in the driver seat about to close the door but he pressed his hand against it stopping my actions. “Hold up, Mal. Look I know you're upset and everything but - how about I take you out for some beers and cheese fries?”

“Beau…” Throwing my head back I slumped my shoulders wishing I hadn’t told him that I loved cheese fries with bacon at the bar we went to last time. Giving him a look he gives me those darn puppy dog eyes making me give in. “Fine. Hop in, I'll drive.”

He quickly snatched the keys from my hand before I could start the truck. “What kind of gentleman would I be if I made my emotional girlfriend drive? Plus I’m paying for your drinks.” He insisted so I slid over into the passenger seat letting him drive us to the place.

He held the door open for me while I got the beers and the fries, giving the bartender the money he had me seeing he had found an empty booth near the stage that usually had a band playing. Sliding in across him, taking a fry and popping it into my mouth smiling as he took two, throwing one in my direction. “Beau don’t waste the food.”

“It got you to smile, didn't it, Mallory.” He teased throwing some more until I threw some water in his face where he chuckled. By the end of this little food battle we were both covered in food and water but grinning ear to ear at the same time. Leaning back in the booth I giggled seeing Beau looking over his shoulder as some people were taking the stage.

“Alright everyone tonight we will be doing some karaoke. So if anyone has a suggestion, come up here. This is the song we will be starting with.” The announcer pulled up a song where I recognized the title Thinking Bout You.

Hitting my hands on the table I started tapping my boots on the wooden floor. “I love this song!”

“Then why don’t you go up there and sing?” He suggested tilting his head up towards the stage with a cheeky grin on his face.

Holding my hands up in the air I shook my head no feeling my face turning red like a tomato. I usually only sang when I was by myself. But otherwise I didn’t do it around others. “Hell no, Arlen. I don’t sing in front of crowds.”

“If I went up there would you do it then, Mallory.” He offered where I stayed silent until he got to his feet offering me his right hand. Slow putting mine in his he tugged me to my feet and up onto the stage with the two microphones. He took the first microphone looking in my direction when I picked up the second one sucking in a breath avoiding the gaze of the people in the audience. I never thought I would be doing something like this tonight but here we were. “Well, look who it is. Last call I thought I'd get. How's your mama, how you been? Girl, it's been too long. Saw your sister at the Circle K. Heard baby number two is on the way. Hadn't seen her since her wedding day. With you on my arm. It's good to hear from you again. Girl, what a coincidence. I was just thinking 'bout that weekend out on Cumberland Lake. And that one time in Baton Rouge when we made out in the rain. Where we went chasin' fallin' stars on a hill at your daddy's farm. Don't be sorry for callin' me up right outta the blue. I was just thinking 'bout you."

Closing my eyes I took a breath before reading the screen in front of me even though I knew all the words pretty well. "Hey, I just gotta say I heard your song the other day. And it put a smile on my face when I started reminiscing. I been on the edge of calling you. And I'm so glad I decided to…"

Beau and I turned to face one another smiling simply before we sang the duet part together. "I was just thinking 'bout that weekend out on Cumberland Lake. And that one time in Baton Rouge when we made out in the rain. Where we went chasin' fallin' stars on a hill at your daddy's farm. Don't be sorry for callin' me up right outta the blue. I was just thinking 'bout you. Oh, oh, I was just thinking 'bout you." I already enjoyed when he called me darling with that accent of his. So clearly he was good at singing.

"If you're ever back in town. Do what you're doin' right now. 'Cause I'm probably thinking 'bout you." Beau stared deeply into my eyes, taking my freehand in his twirling me underneath his arm, making me giggle up at the guy that was also my boss.

Squeezing my hand in his I spun him in and out of my chest before we got in the others face finishing the song together. Performing with him like this makes me forget how this evening started with an argument with my sister. "I was just thinking 'bout that weekend out on Cumberland Lake. And that one time in Baton Rouge when we made out in the rain. Where we went chasin' fallin' stars on a hill at your daddy's farm. Don't be sorry for callin' me up right outta the blue. I was just thinkin' 'bout you. Oh, oh, I was just thinkin' 'bout you. I was just thinkin' 'bout you. Oh, I was just thinkin' 'bout you." He wrapped his arms around my waist before I threw mine around his neck rushing back to our booth feeling like we were on cloud 9.

Unknown to either of us Jenny was sitting at the bar clutching a beer bottle in her hands watching the two of us before Cassie came and sat down beside her. "Jenny, I think you were wrong about Mallory." The blonde knew she wasn't leaving the bar anytime soon tonight.

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please tell me your favorite steddie fics PLEASE

oh....oh, anon. the floodgates you have opened, dear anon. the brainworms these two have given me means i have read...millions of words of fic over the past seven months, while also being picky af so. i'm going to try and narrow it down, only picking absolute favorites, but oh boy. oh boyyyyy. i'm so excited someone finally asked me this askjdhfsjhf.

now, we are keeping this to ao3 only, cause any fic written on tumblr that i liked a lot has been on the blog already so go through my extensive "steddie" tag for those. but okay. here we go. and we're going to categorize this by rating, starting with G and going aaAAAALL the way up. prepare for the longest post on planet earth. and purple links are top five. v important to me. help me.

enjoy, my loves.

NOT RATED

things to come by birthdaycandles - 52k, complete

“Steve?” Eddie interrupts again. Steve casts a glance in his direction, but Eddie is looking past him at the television with hazy eyes.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Steve jostles his foot gently and gestures for the doctor to continue talking about fluid levels. By fluid, he’s pretty sure she just means blood. The blood that Eddie was coughing up, he figures. It had to go somewhere, so they must’ve drained it the same way they drained all the leaking air from Max’s lung. Maybe. He hopes Eddie’s uncle gets this stuff better than he does.

“Don’t you live in Loch Nora?” Eddie asks just as the doctor is opening her mouth to speak again. Steve builds up to a sigh, unsure how exactly to tell Eddie to shut up when it’s not even his fault that he can’t, before he realizes Eddie’s gaze is still glued to the TV.

G RATED

waving down the wind by MacksDramaticShenanigans - 10k, complete

Eddie furrows his brows, and he’s about to ask Steve what he did come over here for, when Steve starts to shrug out of his jacket. Rolls his shoulders back and lets it slide down his upper arms.

“I came over here,” Steve starts, and he gives his arm a shake when the sleeve gets caught around his elbow. Once it’s off, he bunches his fist into the fabric of the collar. “To give you this,” he finishes and holds out the coat.

Eddie blinks down at it. Then he looks back up at Steve. “What?”

Or, three times Eddie looks cold and Steve does something about it, and one time he’s toasty warm.

Dustin Henderson and the Lovebirds by pukner - 9k, complete

"You look like you've been mauled, dude," says Lucas. Then, after a beat, "Oh, ew."

"What the fuck," says Dustin, cottoning on, "What the fuck. This is hell, you didn't."

"Oh, I did," says Eddie, with the air of someone who's won something. He looks like the proverbial cat who's got the canary, if the canary wore polos and listened to Blondie.

"Shut up," Steve mutters, flushing as he seems to register what's happening, "Guys, it's not what you--uh, this isn't what it looks like--"

Or, five times Dustin Henderson was subjected to Eddie Munson being gross and sappy and in love with Steve Harrington, and one time Steve didn't even have to be there.

T RATED

heat lightning on a summer night by sickoflosiingsoulmates - 5k, complete

Eddie wonders if there’s ever been anyone in his life who would drop everything in the middle of the night to make sure he was okay, and he comes up empty.

Goddamn Steve fucking Harrington.

[or, several late night conversations between steve and eddie]

transfiguration's gonna come for us at last by thewestwinged - 6k, complete

“So, like, what’s up with your mailbox?”

Trust Steve Harrington to waltz into your house, sprawl out on your armchair, and hit you with a whammy like that. Eddie pauses, midway through locking the door behind them. “What?”

“Your.” Steve fumbles. He gestures to nothing, lips pursed. “Y’know, the thing on the wall outside. You always touch it when you walk by. I thought it was maybe, like, a tiny mailbox? But now that I’m saying it out loud, that sounds… really stupid.”

(or, Eddie Munson and Judaism.)

on d20s and nail bats by keepitdreamin - 3k, complete

Steve doesn’t know what his soulmark is for a long time. No matter how long he stares at it, it’s just… a black shape, with a lot of intersecting white lines making small triangles within it. It kinda looks like a diamond, but somehow Steve knows it’s not that or any other gem. He assumes it’ll make sense when he meets them, whoever they are, and puts it out of his mind.

How to Seduce Your Crush Through Acts of Violence: An Accidental Guide by Steve Harrington by spiderjude - 31k, incomplete

Two months ago, Steve Harrington helped save the world. Again. Now, the Upside Down is hopefully gone for good, Vecna is dead, and Steve keeps getting into fights for Eddie, who keeps patching him up.

Steve doesn’t know how to feel about that last one.

turn the volume up high and listen to the slow parts by eepymeepy - 57k, incomplete

"Look," Steve exhales, running a hand through his uncharacteristically disheveled hair. "I just thought - we still don't know where your Uncle is, and you need somewhere to stay. And - well, it's just me in my house, and–"

"No," Eleven says to Steve, before turning to Eddie. "You will stay with us."

Her tone leaves no room for debate, and Eddie blinks back at her owlishly. He's so shocked he doesn't even register the noise Steve makes beside him, like he's been elbowed in the gut by some unseen force. Eleven’s nose doesn’t bleed, so he’s probably just being dramatic, anyway. "I will?" Eddie asks, and then, "Who's 'us'?"

Eddie needs somewhere to stay. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.

a map of everyone who loves you by phonemicengineer - 7k, complete

Soul flowers aren’t a ticket to true love, he knows that well enough, but they do mean importance, significance, permanence. And so far no one has ever loved Steve significantly or permanently enough to leave some. Maybe that means he’s broken. Maybe that’s why he can’t leave any for her.

So Steve lets Jonathan take Nancy home that night, and tries not to feel too bitter about the matching bracelet of roses on Jonathan’s hand.

Inevitable, Invaluable by NoTangentUnturned - 53k, complete

There are worse ways to discover you have a soulmate, probably.

Steve can’t think of any, but there are.

The “soulmates share pain” AU where the bond kicks into action and the only thing Steve can think is: that’s what bats feel like. And he knows exactly what that means.

RATED M

If It Wasn't For Those Meddling Kids by whoneedscanon - 23k, incomplete

"Crush is so juvenile, I do not have a crush."

Steve is usually so much faster at realizing when he’s said too much to one of the nosy little shits he would die for. But lately, he’s been totally off his game, so much of his limited brain power focused on acting normal in front of Eddie.

“So what is it then?” she asks, too quick for Steve to realize he's in trouble.

"Feelings, can we please say I have feelings for someone."

Or -- the Party knows Steve has feelings for someone and are determined to find out who and set him up

you make my heart beat faster by wearing_tearing - 4k, complete

“Not to be possessive,” Steve starts with a soft whisper, mouth shaping the words right against Eddie’s temple, “but you’re mine now, right?”

Anywhere, Anytime by AidaRonan - 10k, complete

Eddie wakes from a nightmare about the bats. Again.

About a week ago, Steve Harrington gave him his number with instructions to call if he needed anything. Said number is tacked on Eddie's wall under his Anthrax poster.

555-9878 -Steve H.

But it's 3:17 a.m. and Eddie probably shouldn't call. Definitely shouldn't call.

(Eddie calls.)

to be cut adrift by cydonic - 56k, complete

It starts as a routine. Steve drives past all their houses, just to make sure they're home. And then it's not so easy to sleep any more without checking and rechecking.

Eddie catches him out.

(a story about healing in small parts with someone who understands, about the give and take, the sharing and the listening - and maybe falling a little bit in love along the way)

took you for a working boy by pukner (gun to my head, my number one fic in the fandom) - 43k, complete (first in a series)

"Do you--Harrington, do you know other gay people?"

"One," Steve says, and then, after a moment, "and a half."

"And a half?" Eddie boggles at him, "What does that mean?"

"He's figuring it out!" says Steve, defensively, "Taking his time, y'know? Whatever, the point is. It's cool you're gay, man."

Eddie comes out to Steve, and Steve's heartbroken about it for some reason. Eddie thinks Steve's dating Robin. Everyone else thinks Steve and Eddie have been dating this whole time. Robin doesn't get paid enough for this shit.

Also, Hawkins has been cracked open like a badly-baked cake, and everyone's settled into the most mundane apocalypse possible. Eddie Munson starts a radio programme about it.

Meanwhile, Steve gets his nails painted, and outsources a crisis he isn't having.

with your fingers to my throat/id let you take it all by ghosttotheparty - 6k, complete

“Can you feel it?”

Steve blinks, slowly sitting up and looking down at his fingers against Eddie’s throat. His eyes widen and flick up to Eddie’s then down to his mouth.

“Say something.”

RATED E (showin my whole entire ass here, ENJOY)

The Shire is NOT on Fire by kissesforcas - 54k, complete

The kids convince Steve to take them all to a Renaissance Faire and LARP event.

Steve has more fun than he admits.

And then Steve has a LOT more fun than he admits.

Keep It for Me by stereobone - 9k, complete

It's 1993, and Steve is attending Lucas and Max's wedding.

It's 1993, and no one has seen Eddie Munson in seven years.

Mutual Future by knell - 40k, complete

"Okay," Eddie says at last, voice betraying his cool demeanor. "I'll go first." He clears his throat, folds his hands politely in his lap. "I have never been more confused in my life than when I'm with you. And I've taken trig three times and I'm still not a hundred percent on what a hypotenuse is, so, like, it's not difficult to confuse me or anything. But you really take the cake, man."

Steve chews on his lip. "Sorry? I'm... confused too."

two dudes navigate their feelings in the most normal way possible.

to live my own way by Macellarius - 21k, complete (first in a series)

Under a much different circumstance, Eddie would have loved to have Steve’s eyes looking over him like that, would love to have that determination focused on him, but Eddie is very much dying, he knows it, so he smiles at Steve’s misplaced confidence instead, “High expectations, Stevie. Where’d you learn to swing like that anyway?”

“I’ll tell you,” Steve’s voice is a bit shaky, his tone wavering, even as he puts on a brave face, “but you have to stay alive, Munson.”

If he had more strength, he’d consider testing his luck one last time, tease Steve by asking if he swings for Eddie’s team, but- he’s tired.

Dying young. What a fucking nightmare.

Or, what if the Party defeats Vecna in time, and Eddie lives?

off the beaten path by pukner - 34k, first of an incomplete series

"I'm saying this," says Steve, loudly, cutting him off, "because someone I love is, uh, gay. And I love them, but like, platonically. And also me calling you a queer might've been a little hypocritical, in restrospect."

There is a long, baffled pause.

"What," says Jonathan, "Steve, are you--are you coming out to me?"

Steve frowns, "Oh, yeah, I guess I am. Cool."

Or, post season 3, Steve manages to figure out that he's bisexual, despite his best efforts to repress it, comes out to Robin and Jonathan Byers of all people, and figures himself out. Also, there's a cute guy who might be actually insane running the kids' dnd club and he's got his eye on him. And his bandana.

Too bad Eddie Munson hasn't had a similar revelation. He's still under the impression that he's a straight man obsessing over Steve Harrington for normal, extremely heterosexual reasons.

OR: Steve figures out he's bi before Eddie figures out that he's gay. Eddie still manages to fall first.

wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas - 130k, complete

Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital.

And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

Lay All Your Love on Me by indelicate - 11k, part of an ongoing series

They don’t talk about it.

When Steve can’t stop touching Eddie, can’t keep his hands off, they just play with this thing, rattle its cage and let it grow wild between them.

Finally, Eddie just lets it slide right off his tongue, “You know, sweetheart, if you’re gonna keep rubbing my belly like this, you might as well put another baby in me.”

Then, all hell breaks loose between them.

Or, Steve and Eddie have baby fever.

Trouble Looks Good on You by indelicate - 25k, incomplete

It happens like a fever dream.

The first time Steve gives Eddie a swift smack on the ass, it’s obviously just an old jock habit that’s stuck with him. It wasn’t meant to have Eddie’s knees going weak, or turn his blood hot under his skin, or give him a brand in the shape of Steve Harrington’s hand, or— Nope, because Eddie’s not even into that.

But then, it happens again.

Or, Steve keeps accidentally awakening Eddie’s new kinks.

honeyed affection by cuips_not_cute - 52k, complete

Eddie doesn't particularly like the smell of blood.

However, he's growing awfully used to it.

It’s what he’s choosing to focus on. The smell of it. How it burns his nose. Clings heavy in his throat and fills his lungs with its thick, metallic haze.

That is, when he can breathe.

It’s awful hard to breathe.

But he’s trying. God fucking damn it, he’s trying. And it hurts worse than anything, worse than the bites or the torn flesh or the aching all over. It burns worse than the smell. He can’t tell if it’d be easier to breathe through his nose or his mouth, so he just sort of heaves with his mouth open and hopes that air gets in somehow.

He might be dying.

Steve says he’s not dying, very insistent on that, in fact, but Eddie’s not sure if he believes him.

what i'm writing another steddie fic that's crazy. featuring wound care, (so much) kissing, falling in love, and ghastly amounts of gross and tender porn.

#replies #steddie #fanfiction #fic recs #i worked harder on this than anything i did at work today and literally no one is surprised #also if u actually look through this and we have similar tastes and u got any recs PLSSS HMU #LOVE U GUYS BYEEEE

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