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cheelduh · 3 years

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How to get Hit-listed by a Stonehide Lawachurl (High School AU!)

Part 6 of the highschool au

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Synopsis: Childe’s a menace to everyone when playing dodgeball. Even as his new girlfriend, you’re no exception to his affinity for raising hell during the most tranquil of circumstances.

Warnings: Swearing, bad humor, and absolutely horrid spelling mistakes.

Words: 5.3k

Note: Longest chapter yet sheeeesh 🗿

Negotiation is an art.

Childe, or "Tartaglia" has utilized the art of negotiations in his daily life. Whether that be scamming the ninth graders with fake weed, or convincing the teachers why he doesn't deserve detention for injecting random fluids from the chem department into the school's resident pet frog.

All in all, by becoming an expert in the field of negotiations, Childe is nothing if not a master, tongue silver and smooth as he takes on a new opponent.

Which is why he dutifully negotiates with you on this Monday morning in front of the History classroom, getting down on one knee and pulling out a—

"I hope to Barbatos you aren't proposing Childe," You hiss, panicked eyes landing on the velvet box he's pulling out. "Considering that we're sixteen and still in highschool."

As if remembering those meagre details, Childe gulps and shoves the box back into his pocket. "Uhhh yeah, I was just, tying my shoelaces?" It comes out as a question.

You let out a sigh of relief, overlooking how he undoes his shoe laces just to do them all over again.

The ring burns in his pocket as he gets back up.

"Why did you call me here?" You ask, hand on your hip, foot impatiently tapping. The tap tap tap isn't because of impatience though, it's because you need something to cover the nervous palpitations of your heart.

He gives you a vicious smile, sinister enough to shake the bones of anyone who's observing, opens his daring mouth to show the imaginary sharpness of his teeth. Then with the confidence of about a hundred shirtless tiktok boys, he finally demands:

"If you don't become my girlfriend, I will kill—"

"Yeah sure thing." You answer before he can finish, soft smile growing.

Childe chuckles evilly, "I knew you'd say that, but I've come prep—wait a minute." He snaps out of his villain origin phase, stumbles back a bit, then his eyebrows are furrowing in confusion. "Did you just say yes?"

You nod, cheeks flaring up. "Don't make me repeat it." Then you look away, too embarrassed to see his reaction.

For a second, Childe's internal conflict following the chain of this event causes him to temporarily malfunction, and all he can do it stare at you in amazement.

It's only when you tell him to stop staring and jump off the school roof is when he snaps out of his daze, a grin festering on his face.

He lunges straight at you, giving you no time to deflect him as he wraps his bone crushing arms around you, then lands a soft smooch on your forehead.

"Let go of me you idiot!" You barely wheeze out, light headed not only because of your lungs being squeezed like oranges, but also because of the sloppy kiss he's delivered so ungracefully.

He does so reluctantly, and you're unamused, wiping the stickiness off your forehead with a sleeve as he steps back.

"Ew what the fuck?" You say, glaring at him. "What's wrong with you?"

He completely ignores you, giddy with excitement. "Ah girly, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I can't wait to introduce you to my parents and eat lunch together and kiss each other during break—"

"Slow down." You tell him, as red as a tomato towards all his suggestions. "We've barely started dating."

"Oh," Childe stops momentarily, then nods in agreement. "You're right. We should start small. How about I walk you to class?"

"We're already in front of class." You nudge your head towards the classroom, and catch Zhongli and Venti peeking from the side of the door, trying not to be obvious.

You narrow your eyes at them threateningly.

Childe tugs your arm, lovingly looking you up and down. "Let's walk to class together anyways. In a circle."

A complete waste of time, yet it's impossible to say no to the face he's making.

Before you guys depart he suddenly stops, gasping loudly, remembers something important. "I have to make a quick phone call."

Childe speed dials Scaramouche, and the latter picks up annoyed, answers the phone with muffled sounds in the back. Something that sounds a bit like pleading and whimpering.

He then mutters something that forces dread into your system. "You can release the hostages."

You hear Scaramouche groan on the other end, muttering a "such a pain in my ass", but choose not to question it immediately.

As soon as the phone call is done and you're back by his side, you point at his phone questioningly. "What hostages Childe?"

He gives you a close eyed smile, taking the fifth.

"What hostages Childe?" You repeat again weakly.

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First period goes by smoothly for the most part. Lisa, your so called best friend, once again is bought off like a corrupted politician by your new boyfriend. She sits far away from you, leaving you without any defences against the menace that dotes on you a bit too much.

Throughout class, all Childe does is score Venti's colourful pens, and then writes you annoying little love notes, using the expert origami skills he's learnt from Anthon to deliver them to you.

Despite the threat of distraction these notes pose, the corners of your lips can't help but tug upwards at his enthusiasm and attempt at poetry.

Zhongli makes sure not to ask you two any questions the entire class, leaving you to your own accord.

Lunch comes around soon enough, and your usual table of Diluc, Jean, Kazuha, and Lisa is disturbed by the torpedo that is Childe, and he brings collateral with him.

Kaeya whole-heartedly ceases the opportunity to sit near his stoic statue of a brother purely with the intention to annoy the premature crap out of him, but one look from the redhead sends the chicken-shit right back where he came from.

When Childe forcefu—lovingly feeds you the smiley fries and dinosaur nuggets his stunning mom packed him, Diluc looks just about ready to hurl.

Lisa winks at you two, Kazuha doesn't even bother looking, and Jean tries with upmost effort to keep Diluc from launching himself at the whipped fatui boy basking in your attention.

"Quit embarrassing me." You whisper-exclaim sharply, noticing how Jean passes Diluc—all green in the face, a puke bag discreetly. "Shouldn't you be doing something illegal right now? Or vaping in the stalls?"

"I quit vaping for you girlie." Childe boops your nose with his finger. "Well, at least full time. I still need a puff when I'm around Signora, to like, get rid of her awful vibes."

While it is endearing how he quit vaping for you, it doesn't lessen the need for you to bury yourself alive right here and now.

Then you sigh, pick up a Dino nuggie, and shove it in his mouth, the tip of his tongue flicking your finger. You die inside.

"There, you happy?" The action of feeding him is so...intimate, it sets your heart aflame.

Childe's a lovesick puppy when he chews, imaginary tail wagging a hundred times a second. "Can I have a kiss too?"

Diluc slams his hands on the table and stands up, hurriedly picks up his grape juice and makes a break for it. You don't blame him.

"I'll kill you." You smack him with a napkin, blazing red. "I'll end your pathetic little life right here and now."

By the end of lunch, Lisa and Jean have to restrain you so you don't break the world record for the maximum amount of mutilations that can be done on a single body.

Fourth period is a break. A break from Childe you mean. It's expected of the school's resident bad boy aka menace to skip classes in order to skip over the bodies of his victims.

You bask in the momentary peace, until it's disrupted by a tap on the window. Reckon it's nothing, maybe a bird flew into it, because intentional taps are impossible from the third floor. Except your conviction is hindered yet again by another tap.

What a nuisance.

You finally turn to look outside the window, face down, and spot Childe waving incessantly, rocks in hand, oozing with excitement that can't be concealed and a grin that nearly takes you into cardiac arrest. Without meaning to, you send him a small smile, waving back as Baal drones on about quantum superposition.

Successful in gaining your attention, he moves aside to reveal the hefty corpse of a stonehide lawachurl with a destructive path in its wake. The ridges and bumps of its hide are enough to do a number on the road, ruining the school's playing field.

Your smile drops down into a horrified frown in the span of a few seconds.

"Wow." Albedo, your lab partner whispers from next to you, for the first time distracted in class.

"Yeah," Kaeya whistles from behind you two, one hand supporting his head. "What a gesture."

"Y/N, I'd be grateful if you could possibly obtain a black crystal horn for me from the specimen." The blonde asks, entranced by the corpse that your boyfriend is flaunting off to you with pride.

"Aren't those things endangered cutie?" Lisa makes sure to butt in, as per usual.

Yes. Your boyfriend with several issues and an affinity for chaos brought you the corpse of an endangered geo-infused creature that's five times the size of him. During school hours too, the fiend. Like a cat dragging the corpse of a dead mouse to its owner.

You groan into your hands, heart racing while the fire is coursing through your veins.

That idiot.

—

Childe is exceptional at a lot of things, like the switch and making weapons out of seemingly harmless things (e.g shiv out of a toothbrush), but what he prides in the most is physical education. With washboard abs, uber tall height, and a dickish smile to top it all, he has everything it takes to showcase his top tier athletic abilities.

He pounces at the opportunity to show off in front of you, wanting nothing more than to have you fawn over his strength. He's sure it'll be enough to have you all over him, wrapping your cute little arms around his muscled ones, passing him his water bottle and dabbing away at the sweat on his forehead. Most of all, he daydreams you planting your soft lips on his to congratulate him after a big game.

Physical education, for you, is a pain. You may be good with your brain, but games exert more energy than necessary, and coordination that lacks logic entirely. You're just here for the credit. The over-achiever part of you walks the extra mile to ensure a grade in the high nineties.

Although witnessing Childe clad in the school shorts and matching polo shirt is enough to make this worth your while, you'll die before admitting it. Especially when he gawks at you as if it's the first time you're wearing the sports uniform yourself. It has you fidgeting with your fingers and tugging your shorts down nervously.

You try not to flip him off like you usually do, especially since it's not even been twenty four hours since he's asked you out.

Mr.Zhongli blows a whistle, calling all the students over to surround him. It's odd that he teaches most of the subjects at this school, seemingly the only adult present, but no one questions it in fear of genshin logic. Moving on, he explains that you have a dodge ball game today.

Lisa groans beside you. She hates anything that requires the exertion of energy, oftentimes bringing a book to read while everyone else screams in the background.

You're relieved, mainly because Childe and Tohma are usually captains, and Childe always picks you to be on his team as a means to flex his skills. For you, it means sitting back and watching him carry your team towards a straight A.

However, all your dreams are crushed when Zhongli announces the team leaders.

"Y/N, I trust that you'll lead the blue team to the upmost of your ability. Childe, prepare to lead the opposing red team."

Your knees shake as you stare at him in disbelief. "But Sir—"

"No buts Y/N." He scolds you lightly, checking off your names on the clip board. "I'd like to witness your exceptional leadership skills."

In reality, Zhongli just wants to reenact a lovers-on-opposing sides trope, wanting to see how the two of you crack under the pressure. In a way, it is an exercise of leadership.

Instead of picking teams, Zhongli assigns teams for the both of you according to his own judgement, trying to make it as fair as possible.

Lisa pats your back after your teammates are assigned, trying to cheer you up. "It's going to be okay. You guys are dating now, so he'll go easy on you."

You look up to meet Childe's eyes from across the court. He gives you a charming smile, which turns downright barbaric as he lifts up a thumb and motions to slash his neck with it. Then he wickedly mouths "I'm going to destroy you."

You blink and turn away as fast as you can in fear. "We're fucked."

Lisa, witnessing the entire ordeal nods alongside you, doing nothing to reassure you because she herself has given up.

Suddenly a hand lands on your shoulder gripping you tightly. "Let's wipe the floor with that g*nger." The voice is ice cold, threatening enough to send a shiver down your bones.

You turn to meet Rosaria, who frowns at you. Most of the time she doesn't really put an effort in dodgeball, but she must've seen your crestfallen expression, trying to comfort you in her own detached way.

Rosaria is the other school nurse in training, alongside Barbara, but somehow her patients end up more injured, sick, or mentally defiled than before they entered the room. She also spends after hours beating up Chads in the school parking lot. Also runs a blog with her booby co-author Kaeya that emphasizes mostly on the dark knight hero.

Spotting the rest of your team behind her, you begin to criticize them one by one.

Standing against the wall is Kaeya, pushing both his biddies up with his crossed arms like an absolute whore. He's breaking about several dress code rules right now. Venti is next to him, drunk off his butt as he beat boxes with Tohma.

Eula mutters under her breath, on and on about seeking revenge on Zhongli for putting her beloved Amber on the opposing team, promising him an unfortunate fate. Xiao is miserably squatting on the floor, sharp eyes observing everyone in the gym, scowl not ready to dissipate anytime soon.

Then you look over at Childe's team in the distance. Jean with a determined look on her face as she listens to Childe's game plan, and Diluc crossing his arms with his brows furrowed in concentration. Even Amber, the best baller in the school, is stretching out her arms, assisted by the gifted princess of the school, Ayaka.

Not only that, but Childe has the king of dodging on his team—Kaedehara goddamn Kazuha. Beidou shoots you a wicked smirk, winking at you until she's disrupted by Ningguang's shove.

"Oh my god." You cry out when the realization hits you, falling to your knees in despair. "We're completely fucked!"

"No we aren't." Rosaria mutters lowly. "You're only fucked if you want to be. Don't you dare throw in the towel before the fight has even begun."

"But I—"

"Stop it." She grumbles again, rolling her eyes. "You're being annoying now. If you lose the game, that makes him the dom. Don't you want to be the dom?"

She's right. You do want to be the dom.

Her words of encouragement, and not at all veiled insults somehow allow you to find motivation deep within yourself. You get up and stomp towards the rest of your team, calling their attention with your newfound confidence.

"Listen here soldiers!" You shout out, determination clear as day. "I know I am not capable of leading. I know that I barely have the physical capabilities needed to defeat the opposite team."

You take a deep breath, pointing at your cutie patootie boyfriend across the gym as you seethe. "But that man, that harbinger of chaos, that instrument of war, is nothing but a tyrant. And I cannot let such a tyrant be a victor in this battle. Not when innocent lives are at stake."

Tohma speaks up, sending you a bewildered look. "What lives—"

"Shut the fuck up soldier!"

"Yessir!" He immediately stiffens, saluting you.

"Are you ready soldiers?" Your voice booms, and everyone reinforces their priorities, except for Kaeya though. He just lazily smirks.

After Zhongli places the balls in the middle, everyone prepares for the battle of the century.

'Gods, please let us win this war' you pray to the archons above, closing your eyes in concentration.

'Give me the strength to flex my superior skills' Childe wishes, then adds on quickly 'also I want to dominate this world.'

'Give me the strength to make it to Friday.' Rosaria prays for nobody but herself, rolls her eyes at all the unnecessary dramatics of this dodgeball game.

"3..." "2..." "1..."

Zhongli ends the countdown by blowing hard into a whistle, signaling the beginning of the game.

Not even two seconds later a ball whooshes past a few of you at the speed of light, followed by a tail of fire. The ball of death kisses Kaeya square in the nose, sending him reeling back into a wall with enough sheer force to cause an indent.

Everyone winces.

Before you all can reel in from the initial shock and make sense out of wherever the hell that asteroid came from, Zhongli's voice booms throughout the gymnasium.

"Mr. Ragnvindr, headshots are strictly forbidden. You are out!"

With a scoff, Diluc, satisfied with his work, leaves the court with no apparent qualms. He accepts his defeat with the upturned corners of his lips.

Rosaria pokes Kaeya's body with the tip of her heels, then cringes when he shakes awake, up from his short lived knockout and sends a wink her way.

"Getting handsy when I'm unconscious? I didn't think you'd be one to partake in such vulgar activities." His eye twinkles in mischief, and if his momentary defeat at the hands of brother has him fuming, he doesn't show it one bit.

The only thing that keeps Rosaria from knocking him out for real is the blood that trails down onto his lip. She doesn't want to clean blood off her shoes, especially since it's a pain in the ass to get off.

You're about to tell them to get up and take this seriously, but a softball does your job for you when it darts straight at Rosaria. With pristine accuracy, the girl manages to pitch herself away last minute.

You swivel in Childe's direction, who wears a remorseless grin, which only grows wider once you pick up a blue softball next to your feet.

The glare that he receives has him shaking in exhilaration. More so than the elation he'd felt when he took down that Stonehide Lawachurl for you, as a gift of promise.

You begin to bark out orders. "Eula, Xiao, and Rosaria cover the front and act as decoys."

They nod immediately, but Xiao still clicks his tongue in distaste as he starts following orders.

Then you offer Kaeya a hand. "Get up princess. You're on sniper duty."

With Diluc out of commission, the battle is fair and square now considering both sides have the same amount of people. Ergo, no one's at a disadvantage.

That is—until Lisa fake trips over pure air, landing on the floor in a dramatic slow motion.

You roll your eyes.

"Oh dear! I think I've twisted something." She cries out, crawling away from the battle field, acting as if she's paralyzed completely. "Don't worry about me. I'll cheer you on from afar. The battle has begun, and it seems as if I've become the first casualty."

You don't let the countless amount of Lisa's betrayals get to you, even this one. It's just her personality to flake out on anything and everything that requires her to do more than below the bare minimum.

Focusing on the match, your eyes are only on Childe, just as his are on you.

You aim the ball straight at his ribs, step back a bit, then propel the ball in the air with as much energy as you can, using your entire body as a power outlet. The ball spins in the air, reaching the awaiting victim.

Childe, unbothered, dodges the ball with perfect precision, the ball not even grazing his clothes at the least.

Your jaw drops open, and you're about to move for another ball until he grabs the same ball you threw at him. With the sharpness of a predator locking in on its pray, he focuses on you like a missile locks on its target, launching the ball in the air for power that has you trembling, second to the powerful ball that was thrown by Diluc.

With your pupils dilated at your impeding doom, it's Xiao that grabs you and thrusts away.

The ball lands on the floor, smoke rising.

"Holy shit!" You shriek over everyone else's grunts and shuffles. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Isn't it poetic?" Childe shouts back while he slides away from the balls being thrown. "Lover against lover. Either you're by my side, or in my way. And right now, you're in my way." He narrows his eyes dangerously. "Albeit reluctantly, I will take the victory babe. Even if we are on opposing sides."

"There was zero reluctance in that throw asshole!"

You thank Xiao, who wipes his hands on his pants in disgust. "Filthy humans. So pathetic and weak."

Mildly offended, you roll your sleeves up and begin to fight with everything you've got as soon as he walks away.

The dodgeball game goes as expected for the most part, Eula carrying for most of it with the flow of her skills.

Tohma actually tries like the presumptuous asshole he is, aims straight for his girlfriend Ayaka, and takes her out completely. His only justification for that is "I ain't no simp!"

He shelves his cocky attitude when facing Childe with a sense of dignity and prestige you didn't think he had in him.

The two one of a kind fuckbois puff out their chests so that they look more hefty than they are, having some kind of an Alpha match. The 'me stronger than you. me dominant. me get all the women' type beat.

Unfortunately, Childe manages to fence him with his throws, and lo and behold, the square off ends with a dejected Tohma dragging his feet to the nearest bench.

Eula oversees that Ningguang and Beidou meet a quick end, taking their slower dodging to her advantage. You're actually rooting for her, tasting a sliver of victory that you haven't reached yet. So close, yet so far.

Amber trips on herself in the middle of throwing a what should've been coordinated ball, and it loses most of its momentum. Xiao is directly in front of it, and will probably be able to catch it with ease.

Ah, another short victory.

If Childe loses his expert baller, he's only left with Kazuha and Jean, whom's lack in the art of throwing is made up by their ability to dodge most of the fastballs.

However, all your plans and hopes are crushed when Eula slides in front of Xiao last minute, sticks out her foot, and let's the pathetic product of Amber's would-be downfall hit her on the leg with the total force of about 0.0000001 newtons.

Your chances of winning have just went down by a staggering 60%.

"Eula!" You cry out, collapsing on the ground. "How could you?"

Tohma cups his mouth and bellows obnoxiously from the bench. "SIMP!"

"I cannot avenge my clan if I win a false victory." Eula crosses her arms, casting her gaze down in visible uncomfortableness. "Amber will pay her dues in two business days. Mark my words."

It all a load of cap. She's sleeping with the enemy and you know it.

You grit your teeth. Fuming with an abundance of rage, you pick up three balls and throw them all back to back, taking out Amber and Kazuha simultaneously.

Childe's heart flutters in another kind of delight when you pluck out his team members one by one with no hints of remorse.

In retaliation, Jean and Childe work in sync to swiftly take care of a distracted Rosaria.

"Shit." You hiss underneath your breath.

It's Venti, Kaeya, Xiao, and you who are the only remainders of your short-lived team. It's still two more people than Childe and Jean, giving you the upper hand briefly.

It's a mystery to everyone how Venti is still standing. You reckoned you would've lost him as collateral during the beginning of the match, but it seems he's able to hold his own.

When you squint hard enough, you realize that Xiao has been t-posing in front of the nonchalant SoundCloud rapper that's about as high as a kite. He must've been defending him throughout the entire round.

His defenses are all in vain once Childe correlates another attack with Jean, sharp-shooting four rapid balls that are secured on their targets.

Xiao swerves to the side, avoiding most of them, until one is about to reach a nonchalant as shit Venti.

You scream at him, eyes widening as you run towards them in slow motion. "NOoOoOOOo-"

The yaksha doesn't waste a moment, shifting so that he's covering Venti's body with his own, which to be honest is a pretty heartwarming sight.

The ball hits his lean back, a sharp thud following when it hits the floor.

Xiao is out. But his sacrifice is so inspiring that it brings tears to Zhongli's eyes, makes everyone in the gym go silent in awe.

Even the sadistic Childe melts, cerulean eyes gaining back their light, halting his fire.

When Xiao finally uncovers Venti's body, he speaks from the bottom of his dead heart. "I'd do anything for you..."

Venti shakes out of his baked state, blinking at him stupidly with a nervous chuckle. "Ehe~? I don't even know who you are."

The entire class sweat drops. Whatever slip of compassion on Childe's face earlier has become nothing but a memory. Even your eyes dim.

The next time Childe aims and locks at Venti, it's not with malicious intent. It's a favour, for you. In a way it adds dimension to who he is and the lengths he's willing to go for you, even at war.

Venti steps away with a bounce in his gait, hands behind his head.

Kaeya and you are the only ones left standing now, and the game becomes too tight knit to tell which side's going to win. It becomes utter chaos, balls being launched every second, stamina slowly decreasing as everyone lurches away from their demise.

As laid-back and charming as the boy presents himself to be in front of the ladies, he's not very patient when it comes to facing circumstances like these. He's side lined for most of the match, finding it boring. And when Kaeya gets bored, the intensity of the tide changes, and everyone knows they're going to get a run for their money.

Kaeya coasts a hand around your hips, pulls you real close, purposefully leaning his bust into the side your innocent arm.

When Childe's smile drops, and the glint in his eyes reads 'DANGER' in full caps, you know it's time to be properly scared.

Your blood runs cold, mouth opening briefly and then clamping shut immediately.

"I'm so glad to be on your team Y/N. Maybe this'll give us the chance to become...closer." His hot breath fans against your ear, voice loud enough to be heard by onlookers.

Suddenly everything stops, falling into an unsettling silence.

You attempt glance at Childe, being met with a glare that's directed at the Captain of the Skating team. The ball in the orange-haired boy's hand deflates from the sheer intensity of the squeeze.

The tension becomes unreadable. Even Zhongli is caught mid-sip with his tea.

Quickly, you shrug off Kaeya's arm. "Childe, he's just fucking with you—"

Childe cuts you off by hurling a ball with nothing but the objective of cold blooded murder.

Kaeya whizzes past you, successfully ducking to avoid the hit, and his amused laugh rings through your ears. He rolls away from the following attacks, chucking his own series of colourful balls.

The events that unfold are blood-curdling enough to make even Satan boil his pants with diarrhea.

You take the clear opportunity presented by their concurrent dumbassery to take out Jean, the ace of the other team.

Childe's rage blows over when Kaeya eventually loses interest and takes the L, playfully winking at you while walking backwards to the rest of your team.

Now that all the distractions are dealt with, Childe's eyes flicker to you, and you share a murderous glance.

"Finally," He slaps the softball with a free hand, lips thinning into a homicidal smile. "I've been waiting for this. You better not disappoint me."

While Childe may be a violent anarchist who's only aspiration in life is to become a government contracted killer, he's also supposed to be your sweet boyfriend.

Slowly, you inch towards the front. "We don't have to do this Childe. We can coexist peacefully."

"Peace was never an option Y/N." He sighs, cracking his neck. "Besides—how else can I prove myself in your eyes? You may be my greatest weakness, but you are also my greatest adversary."

"I don't know, maybe start with not trying to obliterate me?"

"I'm obliterating you out of respect." He counters with a playful pout.

"Well I'll be paying my respects to your grave!" You lurch ahead into a sudden assault, yeeting as many balls as you can his way.

"That's my girl!" Childe whistles, grin widening psychotically when he goes all out, leaving you with an absence in favorable openings.

Out of nowhere, the fire alarms start going haywire, along with a beep in the PA system, which stops you two in your tracks.

A panicked voice of who you assume to be Yanfei shrieks through the comms. "CODE ORANGE! CODE ORANGE! EVACUATE THE BUILDING, THERE'S A STONEHIDE LAWACHURL ON THE PREMISES."

As if on cue, the ground starts rumbling and a Stonehide Lawachurl bursts through the halls and into the gym, looking around for something. Or rather, someone. It's sharp bumps and ridges make an indent on the floor, cracking it in.

Everyone falls into a state of panic, Zhongli trying his best to evacuate the class from the emergency back door as quickly as possible. "Settle down class, we have to follow protocol."

You, devoid of any emotion or sense of fear, turn to your boyfriend in such a calm manner it strikes an ominous dread in his stomach.

You stare.

Childe stares harder.

“I thought you killed it."

"I did." He retorts slowly, switching to gaze at the raging beast in amazement.

"Then why is it in the school!" You seethe, glaring daggers at his side profile.

Childe chuckles sheepishly, scratches the back of his neck. "I may or may not have stuffed the body in the boys washroom. Y'know, for safe keeping?"

The Lawachurl locks it's gaze on you, the prey, and then roars furiously. Turning into its geo-enhanced state, it begins charging at you with all its might, the target being solely Childe.

Leave it to your boyfriend to get on the hit list of an endangered beast.

"Fear not my vibrant girlfriend. Our first date can be surviving this." Childe cheekily kisses the top of your trembling hand before grasping it tightly and making a run for it.

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locke-writes · 4 years

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Becoming Whole

Author: locke-writes

Title: Becoming Whole

Based On: Imagine Hotch falling in love with you, the person he hired to take care of Jack when he’s away By: Myself. Originally Requested By: @lotsoffandomimagines

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,038

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After Haley was killed Aaron made a vow to keep Jessica in Jack's life. She was his aunt and regardless of whether or not her sister was alive she was still related to Jack, she was always going to be Aunt Jessica to him. It seemed cruel to cut her out of Jack's life for the sole fact that his mother, her sister, was gone. Family was family no matter what circumstances may occur.

Aaron supposed he knew that there had to be an end to the way he had been using Jessica. She was family that was true but family should not be delegated to babysitter and that was what he had been using her for as of late. It had been only six months since Haley died - he liked to think of it as died and not killed - yet his idea of keeping Jessica in Jack's life had changed to more having Jack in Jessica's life. He knew that he couldn't keep relying on her day in and day out. Rare occasions when he was home and able to take Jack to school or home from school meant Jessica had little freedom, but little freedom was not the same as all the freedom she once had.

She had turned from Aunt to babysitter in the six weeks since. Guilt weighed heavy on Aaron's shoulders, not just due to his belief that he was taking advantage of Jessica but because he felt he was burning the only bridge that he had for Jack to remember his mother by. Whether that was foolish or truth he didn't want to know, refusing to bring up the subject around Jack. Instead he began looking online for anyone who he felt would be a suitable match to care for Jack.

He began scouring the internet looking at general caretaker sites and individual sites although none seemed to be the right match. It wasn't fair to judge someone based on a profile but that was his job at he refused to believe that he could ever be wrong. Aaron wondered if his endeavor was hopeless because it certainly felt that way. He didn't want to give up, didn't want to forgo the endeavor as he wanted to make sure that there was someone he could count on, someone whose job that it actually was, to care for Jack.

Your name seemed to come up multiple times after he brought up that he was looking for someone to take care of Jack. His schedule was cleared for the week while he dealt with the parent teacher conference for Jack and he felt taking the week off (on call for major emergency's only) would be beneficial in scheduling your interview.

Resume in hand you knocked on the door of the Hotchner household. To say that the man who opened the door was intimidating at first was an understatement even if he did insist you call him Aaron it didn't help that he worked for the FBI. You wondered if he'd already run a background check on you or pulled whatever records on you that he could potentially gain access to.

Caretaker, that was your title. You joked that it always seemed to conjure images of the elderly rather than the children you seemed to care for but it always seemed a better term to you than babysitter or nanny. Aaron had to agree and was ultimately impressed with your experience and references. While he wouldn't tell you in the interview, you were the one person he felt could be truly compatible with Jack.

He called you an hour after the interview to offer you the job which you readily accepted.

The following week was your first meeting with Jack Hotchner. Aaron had asked you to meet him and Jack at the park near his house, a space where Jack often felt calm and a space that wouldn't make him feel as though there was an intruder in his home. This latter portion was specifically important to Aaron as he wanted Jack to never have to relieve that day. You would only learn later on what had happened to Haley.

Jack was shy at first, remaining by his father's side even after the reassurance that you were someone he could trust. It wasn't a new experience for you, getting children to open up and be welcoming, but you knew that it would take time. With Jack it took only a matter of minutes as you commented on one of the characters on his backpack. That launched Jack into a ten minute conversation on the cartoon with Aaron smiling as he watched his son interact with you. It seemed then that you were a perfect match.

And you still were, a year and a half later.

Aaron had never really thought about when you would stop caring for Jack. Perhaps when Jack was old enough that Aaron felt comfortable with him being home alone after school although that wasn't any time soon. You'd never made mention of wanting or looking for another job, you were happy at the Hotchner household and the Hotchner household was happy to have you.

Jack loved you and Aaron…might have been in love with you. Somewhere in the last few months he felt something changed when he looked at you, it wasn't something he wanted to admit to himself still thinking he wasn't ready after Haley. The team knew, and had met you, which meant that Dave had seen the way Aaron looked at you. What Aaron didn't acknowledge or felt he couldn't acknowledge, Dave saw and knew.

You cared for Jack, you cared for his father. Aaron recognized this yet he refused to say anything about it. His cases were important, Jack was important, feelings were something that could be pushed aside and buried deep down until maybe they simply ceased to exist. Aaron convinced himself he wasn't ready, he wasn't going to be able to move on from Haley.

Although with you he knew all of that to be a lie.

It was all a lie, telling himself he didn't love you, that he didn't care for you. You cared for him, took care of him I ways he could truly never understand. Not that it was difficult to understand, but just that you didn't have to and yet you chose to. You were hired to take care of his son, he wasn't part of the job and yet in some ways you made sure he was cared for as well.

You picked Jack up from school, you cooked him dinner and made sure on the late nights that he went to bed on time. But you also made sure that there were leftovers for Hotch in the fridge, you made sure Jack had Skype calls with Aaron when he was off for cases, you took care of him more than you should. And Aaron began wondering why.

Why would you choose to care for him? It wasn't your job, you weren't getting paid extra for everything that you took care of specifically for himself although there were times that Aaron had provided more financial compensation than was agreed upon in the initial payment discussion and subsequent discussions regarding raises and bonuses. He always assured you he could afford it when you balked at taking money from him.

Had these been payments or ways for him to show he cared just the same?

It didn't hit him that he loved you until he came home from a case that had taken a week to long. Each night he called Jack he'd promised to be home soon, promised to take him to the aquarium like he'd been begging. He promised all sorts of things and as soon as he walked through the door he just wanted to collapse. What he'd seen, it wasn't anything new in terms of all the cases he'd been a part of but still, this time it hit differently.

But when the door opened and he walked inside there was something that made everything change. You were at the dining room table with Jack the two of you fighting off laughter while you struggled to maintain a firm command that Jack should continue his homework. It was simple but there it was, the moment that confirmed everything for Aaron.

He loved you. There was no doubting it. He loved you and this was what he wanted.

He wanted to see you when he came home. He wanted to be able to call you and talk to you when he was feeling overwhelmed. He wanted to hold you and hold your hand when taking Jack to the park. He wanted everything and he wanted it with you. Had he always been so blind? Had he always been so stubborn in his refusal to admit the truth?

"Is no one going to say hello?" He broke into the laughter and dropped his bag to the floor.

Jack launched himself at his father being wrapped into a hug.

You smiled, "Oh, hey Aaron! Sorry…we were a little occupied."

"I heard. A good joke?"

"Yeah. Have Jack tell it to you later, he's the one that came up with it"

He watched as you went into the living room to grab your things. It was always like this, he'd come home and you'd take your things and leave but he didn't want that this time. He had something he needed to say to you this time.

Aaron turned to Jack, "Hey, you think you can finish this in your room? We've got to talk about boring adult stuff"

Jack frowned but nodded and grabbed his notebook from the table. You set your bag back down and stepped into the kitchen, whatever was going to be talked about you hoped to lessen the blow by distracting Aaron with talk of dinner. He watched as you removed containers from the fridge.

"I hope you don't mind being childish. It's chicken nuggets with mac 'n cheese. I baked some cookies too."

"That's fine…do you want to stop for a second. It's nothing bad but it is serious"

You paused, was he just saying it wasn't bad because he wanted to soften the blow or was he being truthful"

"Ok. Go on."

"I've been refusing to accept it for too long and I don't know why. I've told you about Haley. I've told you about nearly everything and you've never backed away from it all. Maybe that scared me, maybe the fact that you could put up with all that was terrifying to me. I don't know."

"Aaron…"

"I'm in love with you."

"Oh"

"I needed you to know that. I needed to tell you that because keeping it from myself was tormenting me and I don't know how I'd bare keeping it a secret from you. I don't expect you to feel the same way and if you need to stop caring for Jack then I'll understand but"

You interrupted, "Yes I probably will have to look for a new job"

Aaron nodded.

"Because I don't want to be paid for taking care of the son of someone I love. That's just helping with parenting, no one needs to be paid for that."

He stared at you and you waited for him to say something before realizing that he was still processing what you had said. You knew the look on his face, it was the same one when he was trying to analyze an interrogation transcript trying to look for a flaw in the words.

"Aaron, I'm in love with you."

Before you knew it he was around the counter and kissing you. This was right, this felt right.

"Gross!" Jack's voice came from the hallway causing Aaron to pull away and turn towards his son.

"You were supposed to be in your room"

"I'm going back, can you not do that in the kitchen? I need someone to check my math homework."

"I'll be there in a minute Jack" you replied.

"Ok. Just make sure I'm not around when you're kissing from now on"

Aaron chuckled, "I guess I don't have to worry about telling him about us."

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legends-live-in-memories · 3 years

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Release me from this prison, let me embrace the darkness

so,,,,,,,, this is my first original post and i decided to start writing since im on winter break for the next month. This is a lil’ something i threw together when i should have been sleeping. I also dont know if i want this to be just dc or piss of antis and make it maribat but im only tag it as dc for now since it is just that. Also its just a blurb/oneshot anyways

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

The sound of rushing water was the only thing he could hear. He could taste it, salty on his lips and it burned his lungs like the most brilliant flames. He felt feverish like he was boiling from the inside but that did nothing to quell the chills from the icy baptism he felt all around. His muscles ached as he tried to claw his way through this liquid prison, driven by roguish desire of escape and air.

Breaching the surface hurt worse than his submersion, the air stinging far greater than the oxygen deprivation. He tried to make sense of his surroundings, but north looked like west and up was as endless and dark as the deepest of cliffs. Confused, agonized and frightened, he did what any soul would do and scream as his psyche prayed for relief. From what, he wasn’t entirely too sure.

Floating aimlessly for what felt like hours, he finally got a sense of bearings and began focusing on himself rather than everything else. He was bandaged from his fingertips and ensnared in the fabric like an ill-fitting glove. From what he could discern of the exposed skin between strips of fabric, there were no signs of injury and what he could see through the murky, green water, the same could be said for the rest of him. When his lungs were filled with mostly air, and he didn’t feel like succumbing to this watery grave, he waded to the nearest edge of the body of water and crawled to solid ground.

That’s when the voices started.

Robin

I’m sorry

No one is going to save you

I’m so sorry, my son

No one loves you

Hold on

A cacophony of echoes that called out to the beastliest parts of him surrounded him. All of which became overrun by what could only be described as a call to the devil.

The most sinister laugh—no, cackle— began spinning his consciousness in circles, eventually his vision joined in and began to swim, the ground swept up underneath him. Off-center, he fell back into the frigid water and he couldn’t convince his treacherous body to save itself.

Lungs filling with water, he sank to the bottom of the flooded pit, his consciousness following him shortly there after. His last breath of coherence was embraced by a call of finality. A goodbye from a someone he couldn’t bring to his recollection, but which felt like home. He hated their voice.

I love you, Jason. I’m sorry.

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kylankingfiction · 3 years

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Ryoichi Ishino | Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Origin of GQO (Part 1)

“Hey, look, Sakura has U.A. on her high school future sheet. There’s no way a quirkless tranny like you could get into U.A,” someone teased me as I sat at my desk, minding my own business. I sighed a bit, fed up with the name-calling and teasing. I scratched at my head, a frown covering my face. Hitoshi, my best friend, looked over to me, seeing if I needed any help, but I gave him no response.

“I’m sorry, first of all, my name isn’t Sakura, dumbasses. Secondly, I’m not fucking quirkless. Thirdly, who the fuck do you think you are? I’ve kicked your ass four times over in the last month alone. Wouldn’t you be sick and tired of getting beat up by me?” I retorted in a calm voice before giving my famous death glare at him. He just gave a cocky chuckle in response.

“What are you going to do, huh? Nothing!” He says, trying to provoke me before I turned my body and punched him across the face. I stood up and grabbed my things before walking out of the classroom as the bell rang. I heard the rest of the class hurry to leave me behind. I grumbled to myself, shoving people out of the way as I walked down the hall.

“Fucking extras…” I mumbled before I noticed Hitoshi catching up with me. “Hey, how’s it going?” I asked him casually, to which he just rolled his eyes in response. I sighed and folded my plan paper, and shoved it into my shirt pocket before tugging at my mandatory skirt uncomfortably.

“You do know I should be asking you that…” he mumbled quietly and then looked towards me, watching me being uncomfortable. “Also, remember what the doctors said… once you get your surgery, you’re not going to be able to work out. You’re going to end up physically weak, and you can’t keep fighting people like you are now,” Hitoshi says to me, clearly concerned. I swapped out my shoes with him before starting to walk home.

“I know, I know, seriously. I’ve been prepared for that…” I mumbled, looking down, shivering at the sight of my chest so prominent under my blazer. “These need to get the fuck off of my fucking body,” I mumbled, gripping my hands. I just wanted to be myself, regardless of what others thought. I just needed to be myself.

***

I was sitting in bed, bandages around my chest after my surgery. I was in so much pain and too sore, but other than that, my top surgery went well. I was working on schematics for gear since I will be fragile when the U.A. entrance exam comes around, and with permission and filling out forums, I can have the equipment.

I could hear someone knocking on my door. “Come in!” I call without looking away from my notepad, tapping my pen on the paper. In comes, Hitoshi is holding a bag of fast food, drinks, and his pack. “Hey, I’m here with homework, and I thought you’d be hungry. I bought you a ten-piece,” Hitoshi said as he walked in, coming to sit with me on my bed.

“Oh, thank you. I am now that you mention it,” I say to Hitoshi, chuckling a bit. I move my notepad off to the side and lightly reach out to him for the food, but unable to really since my body was so stiff. He chuckled and handed me the container of chicken nuggets, then my french fries. I set them down on my lap and start to eat. He then pulled out the packets of homework I needed to do today.

“Everyone thinks you got arrested, by the way,” Hitoshi adds, chuckling lightly. I shook my head as I looked at my homework and ate. “Yeah, I didn’t think you’d be too impressed,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. He moved on my bed and leaned against the wall as he ate his burger.

“It’s whatever, not that funny though,” I said, reading over the packet. I held my hand out for Hitoshi to pass me my drink, which he does without thinking. “Fuck, are you coming over after school every day with food? Because I can get used to this,” I said as I took a drink, which made Hitoshi chuckle.

“Sure, I don’t mind,” he said, smiling at me. I smiled back at him for a moment before I grabbed my pen and set the packet onto my small table my parents bought me so I could work on my bed. I started to fill out the responses as I continued to eat. “Can I see your progress?” Hitoshi asked me, seeing my notebook with my makeshift schematics open. I nodded without looking away from my paper.

He flipped through the schematics and looked at my hero outfit design as well. “These are pretty cool, but your hero costume is so boring,” Hitoshi points out, showing me the page with the hero outfit. “Why not make it more punk? It’s just a baggy jumper with the boots, gloves and goggles,” Hitoshi said, looking back at it again.

“I don’t know… My quirk doesn’t feel like- It doesn’t feel like its punk, and shouldn’t my hero suit represent my quirk?” I explained, shrugging a bit, continuing the homework, and eating. He nodded, sighing a bit, looking at it again, then smiling a bit.

“You could add some buckles; that’d be cool,” Hitoshi suggests, chuckling a bit. He took a pencil and started to sketch some out as I shook my head and continued to do my homework and eat the food, he brought them.

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Hitoshi came over every day after school for three weeks straight, bringing me food and homework and then bringing my homework back to the teachers. It was my first day returning to school, and everyone kept asking me why I got arrested. I kept telling them arson, and it freaked people out.

“Why did you keep telling them you got arrested for arson?” He asked me as we walked towards the Karaoke bar my dad worked at as a chef. Most of the food there was his original recipes by this point. We were planning on letting off some steam by singing our hearts out like we always did when shit got rough.

I shrugged in response to him asking why I chose arson. “Because it was far left, and I’m dying to burn down the Endeavor building anyways,” I explained, chuckling a bit at the idea. Hitoshi puts his face in his hands and shakes his head.

“That is not something you should say when you’re trying to get into U.A., and you know that already,” Hitoshi said to me, making me laugh even more before and winced a bit, my body still being tense from the surgery. When we got to the karaoke bar, we went to our usual table and sat down, ordering some appetizers and sodas.

“Okay, I’m going to go and sing my first song,” I said, patting his shoulder a few times before going up to the guy running the karaoke and putting in which song I wanted, heading onto the stage. I started to sing January Gloom by All Time Low, getting the usual cheers from the regulars who knew me and the fact that I was the head chef's child.

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I was sitting and watching Ryoichi on stage. They were so handsome. They had been growing out their hair after having it completely shaved for the last two years. They still had around a third of their head shaved, and then the long part was as long as their ear lobe. And the over-the-top makeup they used looked amazing on them. They had black and dark purple today and black lipstick.

Maybe I was in love with them, but they aren’t interested, and I’m okay with that. I told them that I had feelings for the last year, and they rejected me. But we’re still best friends, and they trust me more than anyone. I notice a guy at the table next to ours staring up at Ryoichi in awe as they sang. I walked over with my soda and leaned on his table.

“You must be new here. Ryoichi normally performs all the time. Their dad is the head chef,” I said to him casually, startling a bit by my presence. “I’m Shinso, that’s Ishino. They prefer their first name, Ryoichi,” I added, holding my hand out. I mostly spoke to him because I didn’t want this guy to misgender them.

“Oh! Uh, yeah. My friend told me this place is a good place to hang out, so I thought I’d check it out,” he said softly, glancing towards me. He saw me holding out my hand and shook it. “I’m Sero,” he said, looking towards me and then glanced back up to them. “She’s beautiful…” he muttered under his breath. I did everything I could to not frown at him.

“They’re nonbinary and go by them and them pronouns. They also don’t like being called pretty or beautiful,” I said, glancing towards Sero, seeing the way he looked at them. I wasn't into the fact someone was looking at them like that, but from what Ryoichi had told me, he was their type. Sero flinched a bit, getting an apologetic look, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh shit, my bad…” he apologized and then looked down at his drink, blushing a bit. He seemed to be, well, questioning his sexuality. Ryoichi was the one who helped me figure out I wasn’t straight, so this wasn’t that big of a surprise to me. “They’re handsome…” he mumbled, correcting himself.

“Hey! How was it?” Ryoichi cheered after running over, smiling brightly towards me before hugging me. Before I could say anything, they looked towards Sero, staring for a moment. A light blush appeared on their face. Knowing Ryoichi, their brain probably stopped working if they thought he was cute. “So, who’s this nerd?” They asked, their tone shifting to be a bit flirty as they leaned against the table, smirking a bit. Yup, they thought he was cute, and if I’m not wrong, their exact thought right now has to be ‘Cute nerd boy’ over and over.

Sero looked towards them, blushing a bit. “Oh! I’m Sero; Shinso told me that your name was Ryoichi,” Sero said nervously, holding his hand out for them to shake. They smirked and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you, hot stuff,” they flirted with him, which made his whole face turn a bright red at their words. I chuckled and put my hand on their shoulder.

“I’m going to go and sing a song. Don’t scare him off,” I whispered to them, chuckling a bit, making them blush as they continued to flirt with him. I haven’t seen Ryoichi show such interest in someone so quickly. Maybe it’s the top surgery? They’ve slowly gotten more confident as they transitioned and gradually became themself more and more.

I went all the way to the stage and performed a song of my own. I watched the scene below of Ryoichi flirting with Sero. He seemed very flustered, but it was nice to see Ryoichi hit it off with someone like this since he appeared to not be against the idea of someone who wasn’t a girl flirting with him, so I wasn’t too worried about that.

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disaster-dan · 4 years

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Coffee - Winterspider

Peter Parker is finally in his first year of college, working hard, filled with enthusiasm and drowning himself in coffee that it concerns senior student Bucky Barnes who's had his eyes on the college freshman for a good while now. Bucky Barnes is one social mess that just wants to meet the cute boy who runs on caffeine and hold his hand.

A/N: this was longer than I intended. But hey a post! You can read on AO3 for more tags :) also dont drink too much coffee. enjoy this piece of trash-

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He was a freshman, telling from the visible school ID hanging from the university’s merchandise lanyard around his neck.

Nobody carried their ID like that unless it was a freshman. Older classmen also didn’t look hopeful on campus. Whoever he was, his eyes gleamed excitement, some light that Bucky wasn’t certain if it bothered him. It caught his attention for sure, enough for Bucky to actually recognize a face around campus that wasn’t Steve or Sam or Natasha.

During the seminar, the introduction, the welcoming of the freshmen, the ‘fergies’ which was a combination of ‘freshmen’ and ‘first year’ which was just terrible. All of them, excited, looking around the building as if it was Hogwarts, chattering and asking questions and making stupid exclamations only newly-out-of-high-school students made, taking pride in the word “fergies”. It was recommended to make friends and acquaintances during the introduction. Peter hadn’t exactly made friends that day, or the following. He blended in to the walls. Nobody noticed him.

Bucky noticed him because he was like that too. Invisible. Unnoticed. Unbothered. Not as overly happy as Peter looked but the invisible part was what mattered.

Peter liked going to the cafeteria. He had coffee nearly every time, more than once in one sitting sometimes. He had dreamed of college student privileges and having coffee at any hour he wanted was one of them.

Bucky sat next to Steve, both helping Sam map out a schedule. There was Peter a few tables down, Bucky had decided to look at his ID one day and his name was Peter Benjamin Parker which was possibly the dorkiest name Bucky’s seen, scribbling at his agenda and a hot steam coming from the mug next to him. He used sugar, a lot of it. Bucky didn’t even use creamer on his coffee since he had it black.

That was the final thing that Bucky’s brain needed to register him in his mind. The fucking sugar.

Bucky was already horrible at making friends. He had known Steve and Sam long enough and that made their friendship remain. He became friends with Natasha when the girl introduced herself and blatantly said, “You have a serial killer vibe”. So the four of them united. But Bucky didn’t outright make friends. He didn’t want to either. People steered away from him, as wearing no other face besides the one Natasha described as ‘the face of an assassin who’s hungry for chicken nuggets’ sort of tended to keep others at bay.

Introducing himself to Peter was not plan number one. He didn’t have a plan for that matter. He hoped Peter was the one who would introduce himself but he probably didn’t even notice Bucky’s existence. He didn’t want to makeshift an entire scene where he purposely bumped into him apologized and one of the two would introduce themselves like that. Or maybe Peter could drop something. Or maybe Peter would ask for directions somewhere. All those possibilities had to be discarded because they were impossible.

He hadn’t mentioned to his friends of this recently found freshmen and crush. He assumed the ‘crush’ thing was over but he was wrong. He couldn’t get enough of the boy’s face, walked out of campus with Peter on his mind. He was small, not short but most guys beat him with a few inches. Bucky was much taller than him by various inches. He made an observation once in the distance, he wondered what it would feel like to have him wrapped in his arms. Bucky was taller and bigger than Peter, he felt like the Goliath to David. He longed to hold him close, make him feel safe and warm. He thought about a lot.

He ended up in the cafeteria before any of his friends one day. Their usual table by the window where it faced the best part of the school, the garden where the sun shone on just right on the grass and leaves. Nobody had arrived yet. Bucky was typically first anyways, he walked briskly.

He slid his bag to the table and then heard a sigh in the distance too familiar to his ears. His eyes found the source and without mistake, Peter Benjamin Parker was a few tables down, concentrated on his phone and a ridiculous thick textbook. He really liked living, didn’t he.

Bucky noticed he didn’t have a usual mug or cup of coffee in his hands. Which was an anomaly in Peter Parker. Peter always had coffee, some form of caffeine, something to keep his rigid and dancing hands around something. That special thing of Peter was missing. Bucky saw this as a heaven-sent opportunity for something.

Bucky made a turn towards the coffee brewers, taking a mug and flashing lazily his ID to the person on the counter. Mutely he continued with the coffee, his mind playing a repeating video of Peter making his own. Coffee brew, creamer of which there was four type so Bucky opted for original, then a crazy amount of sugar that slightly concerned him. The final touch was a small spoon and he stirred. And if everything went to plan- which he was making along the way- things would go good. Or they could turn out horribly wrong and ruin whatever Bucky’s goal was.

He looked over his shoulder, Peter’s eyes still glued on the text before him. He looked down at the mug in his hands, praying that it be the best goddamn coffee he’s made in his entire somber life. His personality gave him no hope, he hadn’t bothered to fix his hair that day either. Things could go horribly wrong.

He walked over, each step making his heart beat faster against his chest, narrowing his eyes and told himself to breathe. Peter looked harmless, he looked polite unlike the other students who were unbearably obnoxious and rude. Bucky had never actually been to close proximity to Peter and he realized that when he was less than twenty feet away.

He still had time to make an abrupt and awkward U-turn to his table with coffee that wasn’t black and with too much sugar. Then again he didn’t know when the next opportunity would rise like this one. They wouldn’t meet with just Bucky’s distant staring or his wishes and dreams. He was where he was now, he could finish the deal.

By ten feet, Bucky was following through with a very tight grasp on the mug. Nobody would have known he was nervous. He didn’t really show his feelings, not that he tried to hide them. Showing them would make him more human and less like a cyborg ready to destroy humanity. It kept the uptight jocks away however, left him unbothered and at peace. Lonely sometimes.

Peter didn’t notice Bucky pulled up to him, he hadn’t heard the footsteps step closer and closer in his direction. When he did it was a halt, audible pause, right next to Peter. The presence didn’t move for two seconds and that’s when Peter realized something was wrong.

Peter held his breath, very carefully lifting his gaze and was met with broad shoulders and following higher a glare of sharp blue eyes.

It was a higher classman, and fuck was he intimidating. He probably wanted that seat and Peter nearly lost his calm at the thought of upsetting him. He was about to move too, reaching for his bag and hands scrambling to gather his pencil and pens.

“Sor-” Peter didn’t finish. A steaming mug placed right in front of him, smelling like heaven's in cloud nine froze his thoughts.

Peter blinked dazedly and lifted his face to see the person who had for some reason placed a mug of coffee to him and held his breath.

“W-”

“You usually get coffee with a lot of sugar. I don’t know what type of creamer you use so I just used the original.” It made Peter breathe in.

As far as Bucky’s appearance was, Peter was terrified. He didn’t even try to meet eye level with Peter who was sitting down. He stood, tall and straight, shoulders squared, only hardly craning his head to look down at Peter. His arms hung to his side, fisted, muscle. Veins.

“I- Yeah. I do.” He said quietly, not ignoring the soft steam and the unblinking, strikingly stern posture of the man.

He looked at the light brown beverage, carefully wrapping his hands around the mug, warmth flooding his fingers and palms. It smelled amazing. “Thanks.” He said with a tone of confusion. He was not going to deny the coffee on the account that he loved it and the possibility of pissing the student off. How had he known about his coffee?

Bucky shoved his hands into his pockets, not bothering to ‘you're welcome’, not bothering to introduce himself which is what he should’ve done miles before getting Peter a fucking mug of coffee and turned to walk to where he came from. There was a sudden heat on his face, he knew he was blushing and knowing he was blushing made him blush harder and his back burned as he strayed further away from Peter who probably thought he was some creep. Even if Peter wasn’t thinking that.

The guy hardly smiled and if he smiled it was probably around really close people to him. He didn’t even offer recognition to any professors who greeted students throughout campus. He walked, no indication of caring for anything else but going to where he was supposed to. Peter had finally begun to notice the small jerks his head gave when they crossed paths or were somewhat in a distance of each other. Or his eyes that flashed when they had scanned Peter in the room before looking forward again with soldier-like precision. Bucky was definitely an apex predator and Peter was the prey.

Peter would be hiding and horrified if Bucky wasn’t so goddamn Bucky.

Peter doubted Bucky was even mindful of his looks. His hair was constantly a mess, a half bun up tied with no intent of making it look good but hell it looked good. He probably didn’t sleep much, his stubble grew and Bucky trimmed the thing instead of shaving it off. It was scruffy, made him look intimidating. He looked snuggly under the right light which was the only light Peter was seeing as of currently ever since their meet.

He found him in the library once. Peter went to the silent section of the building, he had an upcoming assessment and every spec of dust would be a distraction. James Barnes was definitely a distraction, learning his name through the asking of many people. He wasn’t stalking, he was observant. They called him “Bucky” too.

Gut churning and heart racing, Peter made his way to the lone wolf in the room. There were other free tables and Bucky had predictably chosen the one furthest from civilization. It was safe to approach, he assumed. Bucky had already gotten him coffee without Peter asking, he got shy around Peter (Peter noticed), so if Peter’s math was correct Bucky would like his company. Right?

Peter was seeking his company as of lately. The sudden surprise of coffee and how his blue eyes lit up when he saw Peter didn’t mean nothing. It meant something. And May had taught him to take chances, jump the leaps, chase curiosity. He was taking all sorts of leaps.

He chose the seat right next to the man, next to him, pulled the chair out and took a seat. He breathed in deeply beforehand, forcing his arms to not tremble at such proximity to the student.

Bucky was going to move, thinking some ragged student wanted the entire table for themselves. He really disliked the student body.

Luckily he recognized the fluff of brown hair and the old bookbag the moment Peter sat down. He couldn’t help but turn to glance, confused and excited. His eyes widened when the image of Peter Parker next to him was crystal clear. He stopped breathing when he was met with the pale smooth face and the gorgeous brown eyes. Peter gave him a small raise of eyebrows, a Peter raise of eyebrows. His eyes were beautiful. Bright and cute-

“Can I sit here?” Bucky’s eyes quickly glanced at his lips and back to his eyes, nodded mutely, and Peter’s relieved sigh made his heart flip. “Just… needed a quiet place and peace.” he said with finality, pulling out his subject assessment.

Peter wanted to jump in joy, noticing from the corner of his eye the smallest smile on Bucky’s lips.

“I just said it doesn’t seem like you kiss a lot.”

“I don’t understand why we are talking about my kissing.”

“Trust me, it’s bad.”

“Don’t side with her, Sam.”

“It’s like you’re a virgin.”

“Buck.”

Steve huffed at his friends and Bucky ducked his head to cover a snicker.

They loved their Steve, teasing relentlessly was their group hobbie.

Peter caught Bucky’s shy smile and his cheeks set higher ablaze. Who knew he would have such a reaction. Bucky was handsome. And the small braids that tied into his half bun were just a living art piece. He would personally write a thank you letter to Natasha for having done that.

His fingers twitched as they took hold of the steaming mug of hot black coffee. Simple, plain, dark and delicious. Peter could only breathe in, calming his nerves and then turning direction towards the college seniors. Courage bubbled in his chest.

‘You got this.’ He told himself and then his feet began to move towards the table.

Bucky’s face wasn’t looking at Peter, he hoped he didn’t catch him by surprise. It would be bad to surprise Bucky. He was not doing that, even after the small moments of silence they shared on their library-study-dates. They weren't officially dates but Peter liked the idea of them being dates.

He was at close reach and he held himself from running when one of the group members lifted a questioning gaze at him.

Peter swallowed and look down at Bucky. “I-I noticed you have your c-coffee black.”

Peter. Bucky immediately recognized.

Bucky blinked, glancing at the beautiful beverage and up at the beautiful boy with pink flooding his cheeks and an expression that Bucky just wanted to frame. To kiss, really.

“I do.” he said, voice low and accepted the mug from the boy’s hands when he offered it. They both purposely tried to reach for each other’s hands. The small brush of their fingers made Peter’s heart flutter and his belly tickle with thrill. It made Bucky grin when he noticed their dual action and he nodded up at him knowingly. “Thank you.”

Face burning and a shy smile tugging at his lips, Peter nodded hastily. “Yeahnoproblem.”

Bucky watched as he left, eyeing how he gripped the straps of his backpack and walked in short-hurried steps. He wanted to laugh, run after him, kiss his dorky smile, hold him close. He didn’t though. He didn’t know what the coffee or hand-touching meant. It meant something but he didn’t know what. He didn’t worry about it much, soon enough with more interactions like those- he’d find out. He would.

He peacefully drank, quietly loving the remarks and teasing his friends threw at him and for once looking forward to the halls of the campus.

“This is too much. What the fuck, man. I’m real tired.”

“Take a nap.” Bucky suggested, flipping the page of his text book. He knew how to study, he had specific ways of studying for every class all of which applied to learning the subject smoothly according to how easy or hard it was for him. He’s helped Peter study a few ways, index cards, re-reading, short quizzes- Peter in return had done the same. He liked to distract Bucky really.

Peter let himself fall back flat on his bed, sliding the laptop off his laps and sighing obnoxiously. It didn’t bother Bucky, a lot of things didn’t bother Bucky. People fidgeting around him made him nervous though. Peter stopped biting his nails with a single slap to the hand from Bucky and a darkly growled “fucking stop”. Now his fingers weren’t stub or irritated anymore. The light natural pink had returned to his nails.

“I don’t have to write this essay.”

“You have to write the essay.”

Peter huffed and spread his arms wide. “What for?”

“For a grade.”

Peter groaned, flipping to lie on his stomach, dying to do anything to excuse himself from the one fourth of his written essay. He turned his face to Bucky who sat on his desk while writing down notes from the reading he had open. Brows dug, mouth in a thin line with barely a muscle making a pout. He did that when he thought or concentrated. He had nice lips. Real nice lips.

Peter’s eyes dragged themselves from his hand, the pen looking ridiculous small in his fingers. He had big biceps, strong shoulders. He didn’t wear sleeves around Peter, that meant he was comfortable around him now to not feel the need to cover himself. Shirts looked good on him just as they looked good off. Wearing a shirt was an eternal tease, holding back the beauty of his body, clothing fitting so well on his broad shoulders. They hugged his body, making Peter drool. Or when it was loose and baggy it made Peter curious about underneath. He’d seen Bucky shirtless before, not long enough though.

Peter dragged himself to sit on the edge of his bed and reached for his cooling coffee, his mouth appreciating the flavor that flooded and easingly went down. In Peter’s room, he had in the corner desk a small coffee machine that May had granted him as a gift when he finished his first semester. He was doing well, out of home, taking challenging classes, Peter deserved a coffee machine. Bucky on ocassion brought him stupid sugar shopping, he said it was as a joke but really it became a habit here and there to get the boy either sugar or caffeine.

Bucky glanced at his friend and huffed out a small chuckle.

“Довольно?”

Peter didn’t know Russian, but he knew it had to do something with his drink. So he tipped his chin up and smiled. “I love my coffee.”

“Кофе.”

“Ah yes, кофе.”

Peter grinned at Bucky’s smile, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled made Peter’s heart jump. Bucky shook his head playfully at his small friend and his quirky ways.

They hadn’t really done anything, not in the light anyway. Everything was in the dark, too short and too small, not relevant enough to be mentioned the next day. At first it was just hand holding, in the dark, watching movies and the screen not even bright enough to illuminate their actions. Then it was the bed thing. They bunked some nights with the ‘on your side’ rule which dissolved after the third sleepover and Peter was spooning Bucky’s muscular form.

It was not new the strong emotion that stirred in Peter when he was around Bucky. He hadn’t really dwelled on his sexuality up until the end of high school. He didn’t want a label or dealing with stereotypes- Peter was just Peter. His emotions were perfectly okay to feel. He didn’t worry too much when he realized that his feelings for James were more than friendship or admiration. It was attraction, and he didn’t care one bit, he knew Bucky felt the same. Even if neither of them brought it up, they were incredibly sheepish.

It had become natural to feel each other, touch each other in small ways, embrace, all in the dark. That was why it took Bucky by surprise when Peter drew him away from his notes, turned the spinning chair and stood with legs on either side of Bucky’s laps.

Bucky stared up at the boy, confused and intrigued in what Peter had suddenly brought into their day. Peter looked at his blue eyes, at his red smooth lips that didn’t touch his enough. His hands found the bearded face of the man, holding him gently and drawing him a bit closer to Peter’s face. Bucky inhaled and quirked an eyebrow at Peter. Peter didn’t give him an answer, only held himself still, taking in what he was about to initialize and wondering of the hands on his hips and what they could do to him.

The first time they kissed they were both high, far into the late ghost hours. They kissed for a short moment on Bucky’s couch and then pulled away, debating if they enjoyed it as if tasting something for the first time. Of which they did.

The ‘most’ that was done was again during a sleepover. Peter’s back was pressed snug against Bucky’s warm chest. Nothing had actually taken place but Bucky’s curious fingers had gone from softly running along Peter’s abdomen, playing with the string of his joggers, slipping inside his boxers and eventually a hand cupping softly there. His cock.

Peter’s heart was pumping hard against his chest and he could sense Bucky’s was too. That was all it was, after a few minutes both were back to relaxed and dozing off. Bucky didn’t massage or stimulate him, Peter hadn’t gotten hard either although the peaking of arousal was there. Bucky’s hand had felt Peter’s member twitch too. They weren’t there yet, wherever or whatever they were. Holding his flaccid penis as they slept was not the strangest thing Bucky had done.

Bucky swallowed thickly when Peter sat his butt right on Bucky’s groin, shifting slightly to make himself at home.

He felt a little stupid, Peter was the one who iniciated things like these. Bucky avoided starting anything, it felt safer the smaller of the two started what they were both thinking. And Peter, fuck, he waited and thought about it so much. To run his hands all along Bucky’s body. He might’ve done that for a small moment, somewhere in the hidden darkness of their activities.

He wanted to see. And he wanted more than lost seconds.

The warmth of Peter’s hands that first explored his shoulders and collar bones, wide open palms on his pecs sent heat down to his groin. Peter’s ass on him was not making anything better.

Peter kissed Bucky’s forehead lightly as his hands rummaged the muscle on Bucky’s torso and arms. He felt tiny, so small on Bucky’s laps, the wide hands on his hips traveled to his waist and enjoyed the shape and feel of his body there.

He sighed softly, moving his hips and flushing his groin right on to Bucky’s. He groaned in response and his hands forced a grind from Peter.

“Oh-”

Bucky surged forward and captured the boy’s lips on his own. Peter moaned sweetly against him and allowed the man to move him whatever way he wanted and relieve the pressure and friction on both their lower regions.

He felt secure in Bucky’s arms, against his body, arousal was definitely a sensation Peter felt occasionally when they hung out. Now, Peter didn’t have to feel guilty for that. He chased the feeling of pleasure and desire, mounting Bucky a bit higher and ground his still clothed erection against his abdomen. He moaned into the older male’s mouth and whined when he felt Bucky drawing him away.

“Huh?”

“Bed.” he grumbled, hands snaking under Peter’s thighs and hoisting him securely as he rose to his feet.

Peter clung and kissed all around the man’s mouth. He had grown especially fond of his beard. He liked how it felt under his fingers- and on other parts of him.

His back softly touched his bed and his arms wrapped around Bucky’s shoulders pulled him down greedily. Peter was not forceful, he got excited and that provoked stronger reactions in the boy and Bucky loved those little moments. He wished Peter didn’t hold back too much, because Bucky was going to take what he yearned for ever since the two of them had begun to dream about each other.

“My laptop.” the boy said between kissing, worrying slightly for the condition of his dorm.

“Fuck your laptop.” Bucky growled out as he lifted his shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere.

Peter giggled in response, accepting the deep kiss Bucky returned to him and let himself sink into the bliss that his now-boyfriend was going to give him.

#winterspider #Bucky Barnes #peter parker #marvel #Marvel MCU #college AU #shy boys #pining #danletters

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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⁂ Darkness Turns to Light (Eiji Kikumaru)

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1,627

Pairing: Reader x Kikumaru

World: Prince of Tennis

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“Y/N!” A faint voice called out.

“Y/N!” The voice grew louder.

“Y/N!” It sounded so familiar.

“Ouch!” you whined after you were hit in the head with Inui’s black notebook. You rubbed your head and looked up to see your annoyed captain – who had taken Inui’s notebook – standing in front of you. “What’d I do?”

He sighed, resting his fingers to his forehead. “You were daydreaming.”

“Again,” Inui added, appearing next to the captain and taking his notebook back before disappearing.

Sure enough, you had started to daydream once school ended. You didn’t even remember entering the Seigaku tennis courts yet, there you were, racket in hand, leaning against the fence.

Tezuka sighed, “Start practicing.” And then he walked away.

“‘Kay~” you called out, heading off in search of an opponent.

By the time practice ended, you felt exhausted. You had gone around challenging one person right after the other. In the end, you had almost challenged every member of the Seigaku tennis club, seventh graders and regulars alike. Most of the matches you did win, though.

You fought Taka and won by one game. Fought Arai and won. Fought Eiji and tied. Fought Momo and won by two games. Fought Fuji and lost. You were about to ask Echizen for a match, but Tezuka declared that practice was over before you had the chance to reach him.

“Oi, Y/N!” Momo ran up to you, pulling you into a hug. “You know you’re the greatest, right?”

You scoffed, pushing the black-haired boy off of you. “Yes, I’ll treat you to lunch, Momo.”

He grinned, jumping into the air. “Let’s go, Echizen!”

The seventh-grade boy looked over at his senpai and sighed as Momo grabbed him and started to haul him off towards the burger joint. You grabbed your things and followed.

“Wait up!” Eiji ran after you and grinned as he fell into step beside you, walking by your side.

“That hurts, Momo-senpai!” Ryoma complained as Momo brought the boy into a tight headlock.

“You’re gonna kill him, Momo!” Eiji whined, rushing forward and pulling him away from Momo. In turn, he brought him into a bone-crushing hug, “Are you okay, Ochibi?”

“He won’t be when the two of you get through with him,” you muttered to yourself, chuckling as the two boys fought over the smaller boy. He looked over at you for help. With a grin, you snuck past the bickering boys and grabbed Echizen’s hand before taking off running.

“Hey! Get back here!” Eiji and Momo chorused, rushing after you.

You stuck your tongue out at them and picked up speed, dashing into the burger joint and finding a booth to sit in. Ryoma smiled up at you, “Thanks, senpai.”

“Sure, sure.” You waved him off as you sat down. He slid in next to you.

When the other two finally caught up, they came in huffing and puffing like they’d just ran two-hundred laps around the school. Momo went to order after taking money from you and Eiji, while Eiji slid in across from you.

“That was so unfair, Y/N!” Eiji pouted.

You smiled, “Sorry, Eiji. But the two of you were gonna kill poor Echizen.”

“Was not!” he argued, “I was trying to save him!”

“In saving him, you were smothering him.”

He stuck his tongue out at you and slid over as Momo came back with a tray filled with food. He left to get the drinks and came back, sitting next to Eiji who had already unwrapped his burger and began eating it. Momo ate five double cheeseburgers, Ryoma ate three double cheeseburgers and a large fry, Eiji ate two double cheeseburgers and a 12 piece chicken nugget, while you ate three double cheeseburgers.

Ryoma and Momo decided to have a contest to see who could finish their food first. You and Eiji watched on in horror and amusement as the two boys stuffed their faces. Their cheeks were puffed out, making them resemble chipmunks which made you both burst out laughing. The two boys froze and looked over at you, trying to utter out a, “What?” without much success.

Once the eating contest was over, Momo and Echizen took off towards their houses, moaning and groaning in pain as they went. You and Eiji lived near each other so you walked together, laughing about the two as you made your way back home.

“We did warn them that they were eating too much,” you commented.

Eiji nodded, “And too fast. They never listen, though.”

You chuckled, “They never learn, either.”

“Hey, do you wanna come over tomorrow?” Eiji grinned, “My family is going on this family shopping trip out of town. Since I have practice tomorrow, I told them I couldn’t make it but they’re gonna be gone for a couple hours! I’m gonna be bored!”

You laughed and nodded, “Sure, Eiji!”

His grin grew and his eyes sparkled as he hugged you tightly, “Thank you!”

“Don’t get so excited, Eiji.” you poked him and he smiled.

“I’ll make us some lunch, too! I’ve been meaning to try out this new recipe I learned.”

Eiji was pretty capable of cooking a decent meal without burning the house down, which most of the kids your age seemed to have trouble with. You’ve known him for a while now, but never actually tasted Eiji’s cooking before so you felt pretty excited at the thought of getting to try it.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, then, Eiji!” you called back as you entered the house.

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The next day seemed to melt away and you soon found yourself at the tennis courts once again. ‘I’ve got to stop daydreaming so much,’ you thought as you tried to remember just how your day had gone. It seemed to slip you, however.

“Y/N!” Eiji grinned as he glomped you from behind.

You laughed, patting his arm. “Hi, Eiji!”

“Are you ready?” he asked, excitedly. “Huh, huh? Are ya, are ya?”

“Calm down, Eiji.” you chuckled, grabbing onto his shoulders to make him stay still, “How much sugar have you had today, exactly?”

He stopped bouncing and put his index finger to his chin in thought, “I dunno. I had a can of soda at lunch. I ate some powered sugar on my omelet this morning. Oooh! And Momo gave me some candy when I got to school!”

You sweatdropped, “Should have known.”

“Hurry up! Hurry up!” he whined, pulling you towards the exit.

You chuckled as you grabbed your things, following the hyper active ninth grader out of the courts and towards his home.

“I went with my sister last night to get the things I needed.” he told you as he entered the empty house. “Make yourself at home, ‘k?”

You nodded, plopping down on the couch in the living room. Eiji’s house was quite beautiful and had a nice homey feel to it, very warm and inviting. You could hear Eiji messing around in the kitchen as you looked around the room. One thing that caught your attention was a photo album that was set off to the side. Curiousity got the best of you and you stood up to grab it, sitting back down and flipping it open. At the front of the book were a bunch of pictures from when Eiji was younger. He looked so adorable! You smiled warmly as you flipped the page. Eiji was cute as a baby and a young child, but he’s even more adorable now.

“Y/N~!” Eiji called from the kitchen, making you jump in surprise, nearly dropping the album. “Come here a sec!”

You set the book back down in its original position and walked into the kitchen. Eiji was going back and fourth between several different bowls.

“Can you give me a hand, please?” he pouted, “I took on too much at once.”

You giggled, “Sure thing. Just tell me what you want me to do.”

He grinned and hugged you, “‘Kay!”

“What are you making, anyway?” you wondered.

“Spicy tuna rolls!” he grinned, “I need you to make the cake, okay?”

“Sure,” you smiled, getting out the ingredients as he called them out.

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Thirty minutes later, you had both the spicy tuna rolls and the cake done, and decorated. You hummed, picking up one of the tuna rolls and popping it into your mouth. “This tastes amazing!”

Eiji smiled proudly, “I’m glad you like it! It’s actually the first time I’ve made them.”

“You’re a natural, Eiji.” you told him.

He chewed on his bottom lip shyly, moving closer to you. “You said for me to tell you what to do, right?”

You nodded, slightly confused as to where he was going with this. “Well, yeah. I said I would help you but I wanted to do it your way.”

Eiji was silent for a moment, having an internal debate with himself before finally speaking. “Kiss me. I’m telling you to kiss me.”

The request surprised you, making you blink dumbly.

Seeing your hesitation, he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just kidding~”

You smiled, leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. His hand found its way to your neck, pulling you closer in order to deepen the kiss, but he pressed himself forward too far, causing you to lose your balance, falling backward onto the floor with him on top. He pulled back from the kiss, grinning as he sat on your stomach with his hands on either side of your head.

“I have one more order for you.” He stated, staring down into your eyes.

“And what would that be?” you hummed, pushing away a strand of red hair from his face.

“Be my partner,”

“Gladly,” you smiled, pulling him down into another gentle kiss.

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yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy · 4 years

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Hearthway Hollow Chef Ryker Part 1

So what happened when I commissioned @momolady for the Hearthway Hollow Chef thing was there was a miscommunication/misunderstanding and when I got the commission back, I loved it! But there were just a few details that I wanted changed and instead of letting Momo change it, I noticed that I could change the document itself and so I, like an inexperienced commissioner- went ahead and changed the details myself in the original document - like Del was actually 8 because Del is based off of my daughter, who is actually about to turn 8 and Zara is my OC of myself so I put in more details about me personally in there. And what started off as a little tweak here and there...turned into a remodel of a house and by the time I was done, if you read this, you’ll notice the bones are kind of the same but everything else is mostly different, I bastardized my own commission because I couldn’t let go of tiny little details. I rather innocently and unintentionally broke probably every rule there is about commissioning writers. And I’m sorry. I have apologized to Momo who has been so patient and so kind and so good to me and she totally held my hand through all of it because while I have done commissions for other people, it was the first time I was the commissioner for once and then of course, I had to write FANFICTION of my own commission, but did I base it on the original? no. I based it on my bastardized version. But Momo is very very very cool in letting me show the bastard version and the fanfic to the...however many followers I have that might like this other than me and if no one does, that’s fine, at least it gets to see the light of day.

Enjoy. This is basically my hypothetical dark but sweet fantasy if my husband died and Werewolves were real and what I would do after I would grieve.

Hearthway Hollow- Chef Ryker

I was hoping a trip would be what we needed, something Del and I could share even through our subsiding grief. My husband and Del’s father- Michael, passed away last year and I felt it was time that I start living again and try to move on with my life. Del chose the location of our vacation after hearing some of her friends talking about it. I had also decided that driving would be fun, nothing like a good ol’ fashioned road trip. I’d be able to show Del tourist traps, fun locations, and introduce her to some very good food.

After Michael passed, Del did a 180 and became just as picky of an eater like her father was when he was alive, what once had been an adventurous eater, she quickly transformed into the kind of kid who only eats chicken nuggets, much less only would eat the foods Michael had once enjoyed. I think that was how she was choosing to grieve his loss and keep his memory alive in herself. But being a foodie myself, I was getting a little frustrated from eating the same things over and over and over again, I wanted to try to gently coax her out of that shell she put herself in. What better way to do that then a fresh change of scenery?

The trip down south was going to take us a couple of days, we were headed to Myrtle Beach. I hadn’t traveled like this in years, back in the day, Michael and I used to go on roadtrips all the time, trips up to Michigan and the Great Lakes to see my family that remained there, to Cedar Point, Kings Island, things like that because we all loved roller coasters. We even went on a vacation when I was pregnant with Del. Michael and I had always hoped that one day, we’d be able to take Del on road trips more often because traveling with small children could be a nightmare. Michael had an old camaro he restored himself as a teenager and a motorcycle, both were great in helping make kids but neither were very kid friendly once they were born but he had been so patient in waiting for Del to grow up and be big enough to be able to join him. But then...well, time ran out, cut so very short. Now it was up to me to pick up where he left off. This was step one.

We stopped in North Carolina for a rest stop, I got gas and took Del to the bathroom. While there we got some drinks and a couple of snacks for the road. As we were checking out Del was looking over the brochures for tourist attractions by the door.

She gasped dramatically and loudly. “Mom!” She yanked a brochure from the stand and all of the ones in that cubby came shooting out.

“Delilah!” I huffed as I knelt down to help her pick them all up. “You have to be mindful and aware of what you're doing." I gently reminded her.

“But Mom!” She prances excitedly as she holds it out to me.

I sigh and take it. “Hearthway Hollow Forest Wolf Reserve,” I murmur as I look over the pamphlet. “Wolf rehabilitation and study center, located in Hearthway Hollow. Come see the wolves that make Hearthway Hollow the treasure of the mountains. Donations help in the rehabilitation of the endangered wolves of the area. Hmm”

“I can pet a wolf, Mom!” Del bounces excitedly.

I turn to the cashier at the register. “This Hearthway Hollow, is it close by?”

“Oh yeah,” she says with a cheery smile. “You just follow Locklear Road and the signs will direct you the rest of the way.” She says as she points in the direction of the road itself.

“What’s it like?” I ask cautiously.

“It’s amazing!” The cashier gushes. “I go to the local college there and I plan on moving into town soon.”

I think for a long moment. “Any good restaurants? Places to stay?”

“Oh there’s tons of good places to eat. I would check out Guillermo’s, it’s my favorite place to go. My friends and I go there to celebrate after tests and junk.” She then smiles at Del. “There’s a killer park and a community pool there too, she’ll love it. If you’re looking for a place to stay overnight, just go to Big Billy’s Hardware.”

I furrow my brow. “A hardware store?”

“It’s the heart of the town! Big Billy looks scary, but don’t worry, he’s just a big pappa bear kind of guy and he’s a sucker for cute kids. Take your daughter in there and he’ll find you a four star place to stay dirt cheap,” she laughs.

I think for another long moment while I pay. As I get back in the car I look over to see Del clutching that brochure for the wolf reserve. Wolves have always been her favorite animal, aside from sharks... and snakes... and tigers... and unicorns, her father used to watch nature documentaries with her, and both of them would play wolves on full moons. Perk of living in the middle of nowhere, so many stars to shine in all their glory in the night sky.

“Are we gonna go, Mom?” Del pleads.

“Honey, we have a schedule to at least try to stick to.” But she can sense that my resolve is weak.

Del giggles and wriggles in the passenger seat. “So we’re going?” Well, what’s a few more hours on a detour?

“... Yeah ok." I find Locklear road and started traveling down it. Sure enough, I started seeing all sorts of signs for Hearthway Hollow pop up. There was a turn coming where the massive ‘Welcome to Hearthway Hollow’ sign stuck out like a sunrise against the dark trees.

Entering the town was like stepping into one of those picturesque paintings. The main downtown area was all old brick buildings with enchanting storefronts. But I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve come home, it was strange yet familiar and I didn’t realize how much my soul had ached for it. But by the time we found the reserve, it was closed for the day. Well, it would be open tomorrow. We could afford to stay in town for a night and see it first thing in the morning then get to Myrtle.

“Let's find Big Billy's hardware store then,” I say. “We’ll find a place to stay the night, get something good to eat for dinner, and tomorrow we’ll go visit the wolf reserve? Sound like a plan?”

“Yes!!” Del cheers excitedly.

The hardware store was easy to find, it looked like many of the other buildings, but there was just something about it that stuck out like a sore thumb. It was the classic hardware store, but the sign hanging above the door was a black wolf’s head, snarling and gnashed teeth, with Billy burned into the side.

As we walked inside there was old music playing over a stereo, a young man was behind the counter and arguing with someone in the back.

“Hello?” I ask. “I’m sorry to bother.”

The young man looks at me and smiles. “One sec, let me get through with this.” His smile vanishes and he snaps towards the back. “I’ve got a customer! Shut the hell up!” He glances back to me. “Hi, I’m Jack. Sorry about that, arguing with the old man.”

“Don’t call me that!” A thunder like snarl comes from the back and the walls nearly shake.

“Oh uhm-” I hesitate. “I’m in town for maybe a day or two with my daughter."

“Hi,” she waves.

Jack breaks into a big grin. “Hi there!” As he waves back.

“I was told if I came here we’d be able to find a place?” I ask. “I’m sorry if I was misled. I don’t mean to be a bother.”

Jack shakes his head. “Nonsense, I’m sure the old man has a few places he can rent for a couple of days.” He turns and whistles. “Yo! Billy! You got some potential renters up here!”

There is snarling and growling before a man who is more mountain than anything comes from the back. I’m sure back in his day he was a real looker, hell he’s quite good looking now, but there is a dark look in his eyes as he walks out.

“I’ve got a couple of cabins,” he huffs as he takes out a three ring binder without looking up at me. “Lemme see here, lemme see.” He glances down, seeing Del staring up at him with big bright blue eyes that matched mine and an awed expression. “What’s this here,” he leaned forward with a big grin which she quickly mirrors. “How old are you?”

"I’m eight.” Del beamed proudly.

“You’re really close in age to my granddaughter,” he chuckles.

“My daughter,” Jack huffs. Ah, so he’s either his son or son in law, that dynamic makes sense now.

Billy rolls his eyes. “What are you doing here then?” He asks Del.

“The Wolf reserve, but it was closed by the time we got there,” Del answered as she starts to pout in disappointment and I see Billy sympathetically mirror her expression. Yeah, papa bear for sure.

I pet her long blonde hair comfortingly as I stand beside her. “She saw a brochure for the wolf reserve and they’re her favorite animal.” I add.

“Besides sharks,” Del corrects me.

“Two very good choices,” Billy takes a key from behind the desk and hands it to me. “Address and everything is on the keychain,” he says. “Small cabin, good for a new family.”

A cold, stabbing pain radiates through my chest. “It’s just me and Del,” I softly corrected.

“Ah,” Billy nods. “Well, it’ll still work out for you. How long you plan on staying? A week?” He asks.

“Just tonight,” I say with a nod.

Billy chuckles. “Well, $65 a night, regardless.”

I balk for a moment, letting my jaw drop. “That’s it? For a cabin?”

“I got a lot of cabins, they ain’t getting used.” Billy says with a shrug. “Kid discount.” He motions to Del.

“Oh wow, thank you. I promise, we’ll keep it clean.” I pay in cash in advance which makes Billy happy and then I take Del’s hand to go back outside. “Oh uhm...I was told to try Guillermo’s,” I reply. “Where is it in town?”

“You go down Main Street and make a left on Lupine Avenue, it’ll be right next to the Silver Bullet a few blocks that way,” Jack replies as he points and gestures in the right direction. “It’s great, you really should try it before you leave.” He added.

“Ok, thank you!” I wave goodbye as I take Del back to the car.

We find the cabin, which is located pretty close to town. It’s behind a house where there is a moving truck parked out front. I see a woman sitting outside fanning herself by a stack of boxes.

Del and I go into the cabin, and aside from it being a little stuffy from being shut in for a little while, it’s cute and cozy and even has air conditioners in the bedrooms and the living room, and it’s pretty clean and still really nice. There’s plates and cups in the cupboards and silverware in the drawer even and a coffee maker. Nice.

“This is like the Three Bears house, Mom!” Del races around, investigating every inch of the place. She then opens the curtains in front of a sliding glass door in the back off the kitchen. She gasps loudly as she sees the endless void of woods behind the cabin and presses her face to the glass.

“You think wolves can see us?” She bounces on her toes.

“If you leave that curtain open,” I chuckle.

“Come on! Let’s check out the woods! They call to me, I must explore!” She dramatically implores me as she gestures to them.

But before we can, I hear a knock at the door.

A bit timid, I peek through the window to see the woman from the house below at the door. As I open the door she has an embarrassed look at her face.

“Hi, sorry,” she scoffs. “I know you’re here just trying to enjoy your vacation, but uhm-” she fidgets in place. “The electricity at my place was supposed to get turned on today and it’s not.” She holds up her phone and charger. “Do you mind?”

I shake my head. “Not at all, come in.” I readily invite her in.

“I’m Amelie, by the way,” she says quickly.

“Zara, and this my daughter Delilah, Del for short.” I reply and shake her hand.

“Thank you, so much, Zara. I need to call my boyfriend and tell him the electricity isn’t on yet, but of course my phone dies.” Amelie goes into the kitchen and plugs her phone in there.

“Are you just moving here?” I ask.

Amelie shakes her head. “I moved to Hearthway Hollow about a year ago. I just got engaged, so my fiance and I decided to find a new place together. He didn’t wanna live in a house so close to his work, I didn’t want to live directly in the woods. This was a compromise,” she chuckles. “So, how did you end up here?”

“The wolf reserve,” I say with a shrug. “Me and my daughter are headed to Myrtle Beach for a vacation and decided to take a detour on the scenic route.”

“The wolf reserve is pretty cool. If you’re lucky they may have the rescued wolf pups out by now.”

“Oohhh,” Del and I ooh.

“So a beach vacation with just the girls,” Amelie chuckles. “Did you have to leave dad at home?”

“Oh uh-” I start off unsurely and fidget with my wedding ring. “No I mean-” I press my lips into a tight line. “Michael, my husband, he died about a year ago so its just us." I say as I gesture to Del and I.

"He dropped dead of a heart attack at work out of the blue." Del blurted out and I huff and fix her with a look.

Amelie gasps horrified. “Oh, oh I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s ok,” I shake my head. “It’s taken some time and a lot of therapy but we're OK. Michael planned ahead and had his affairs in order so we're taken care of and now we get to get back to living and try to move forward. We wanted to create some new happy memories, get us out of the house and a change of scenery.” I explained as she nodded solemnly.

“Well, you came to a great place. Hearthway Hollow,” she smiles for a moment. “I don’t know what it is about this place, but it’s a perfect spot for healing. When I came here I was-” she shakes her head as her eyes grow glassy for a second. “I was in a really, extremely, horribly bad place. Hearthway Hollow, in a way, saved my life.”

“Oh wow,” I murmur.

“I suggest letting yourself linger here for a while, you’ll never know what you might find.” Amelie gives me an encouraging smile. “Aside from the reserve, what were your plans?”

“Oh! Well, I was told to go to Gueillermo’s,” I start.

Amelie gasps. “That place is awesome! My fiance’s best friend is the owner and head chef there, he does absolute miracles with food it’s a fusion restaurant so there’s a little bit of everything. Shahan and I were going there tonight, you should join us and get the special treatment,” she says with a grin. “Shahan and Ryker grew up together, they’re practically brothers.”

“Ryker?” I murmured to myself.

That evening, Del and I get dressed up and go to dinner with Amelie and her fiance Shahan. The restaurant already looks packed, but we are taken to a back room into the most comfortable booth that’s a half moon shape as I slide in the middle with Amelie on my left and Shahan on the other side of her with Del being on the other side of me on the end and the booth itself has a front row view of the kitchen and the chefs already hard at work like a well oiled machine, I noticed everyone is in baseball caps so I can't tell who the head chef is. It's an upscale Spanish fusion restaurant and the smells coming out of the kitchen are making my mouth water and stomach growl. The menu is killer and I want to order all of it because it's all Michelin star quality food but at Olive Garden prices. And it's mostly farm to table and seasonal, featuring produce and meats from right here in Hearthway with only a few exceptions, like the seafood. I'm impressed.

“So, what do you like to eat, Del?” Shahan asks as we look over the menus.

“Chicken nuggets,” Del says, grabbing at some crayons on the table and drawing on the paper place mat in front of her, fllipping it over to the back and using it as her canvas to create another masterpiece.

“She’s a picky eater as of late,” I sigh. “I’ve been using this trip to broaden her horizons a little.” I explained.

“How is that going?” Shahan asks.

“Stalemate,” I grumble.

“Well, if anyone can get her to try new things, I think it would be Ryker,” Shahan chuckles. “We grew up together, basically lived with me and my family after his dad passed away.”

“His dad died too?” Del asks softly and the look on Amelie’s face tells me she didn’t get a chance to tell him that yet as she looked at me apologetically which prompted me to smile reassuringly at her.

“Oh uh, sorry kid,” Shahan says gently. “You miss your dad?”

Del nods. “He dropped dead of a heart attack at work, so his last words to me were from that morning ‘Hurry up or you’ll miss the bus, have a good day at school, I love you.’ We used to do everything together, he was teaching me archery and how to ride a fourwheeler and a dirt bike and how to handle a knife, because I’m not in school I get to carry it around all the time again, this was his.” She explained as she stopped drawing and brings out the pocket knife from her pocket and shows Shahan and Amelia who both have a myriad of emotions on their face as she expertly flipped the knife open to show them before I take mine from my purse and open mine and reveal that it was a matched engraved set and Amelie and Shahan look almost near tears.

“Wow, that’s an awesome knife, can I see it?” Shahan asks respectfully before she let him take it as he looked it over before Amelie took mine, both of them studying them for a moment, appreciating the excellent quality of them before he tested it’s sharpness by shaving a patch of hair off of his forearm before he handed it back to her before she folded it up and put it back in her pocket as Amelie handed mine back before Del continued to draw on the paper placemat, her crayons nearly snapping in her hands with the force she’s using to color with them now so that she doesn’t start to cry.

“Shahan!” A man comes around to the table before he sees me and his eyes grow soft yet excited. “Oh wow, new people.” He smiles at me like I’m the moon and I can’t help but mirror his smile.

The man that stands in front of me has me dumbstruck like I’m a high school girl again. All I can think of is ‘Hello Mr. Beefy Beef Man’ because he’s this tall- like probably almost six foot, maybe an inch or two short of it, but a big burly guy, his chest is like a barrel and his shoulders and chest are really big and well muscled like a lumberjack with tree trunks for arms and a bit of a beer belly because guys, especially bigger ones who love food often have those too and I take that as a sign I’m going to eat very well tonight. He has a heavy dose of farmer’s market hot to him and is giving me the strong but soft vibes that I am digging. He’s wearing the white chef jacket but a nice heavy duty apron on and a baseball cap from Cedar Point of all places, which is my favorite place on earth. He’s got dark brown, almost black hair judging by his immaculate beard. His bright blue eyes look me over and I am smitten instantly.

“Well, hello there,” he says with a deep charming voice but bright friendly tone. “Is this couple here bothering you?” He teases and I can’t help but laugh.

“No!” Del blurts from her spot.“They invited us.”

The man then suddenly seems to realize there’s a child next to me but he doesn’t falter, instead he chuckles. “Well, I am certainly happy to hear that.” He smiles at her.

“This is Zara and Del, they’re renting the cabin above the new house for a spell,” Shahan replies. “Amelie invited them out.”

“You did?” The man laughs looking at Amelie with surprise.

“I’m growing, learning to trust,” Amelie defends herself. “This is the Ryker, by the way,” she says to me.

“THE Ryker, I like that,” he laughs. His bright smile turns on me and I am that dumbstruck teenage girl again with a hurricane of butterflies in my stomach. “Ryker Guillermo, at your service.” He holds out his big, meaty but sexy hand to me and it’s all I can do to not giggle like a loon as I shake it firmly. My small hand disappearing into his. His hands are so warm and a bit calloused from hard work which for me is another really good sign. He has a good grip but so do I.

“Huh-hi,” I choke out. “Nice to meet the miracle worker. I’ve heard so much about you.” I say.

“Aww, are they bragging on me?” He says. “I just try to make good food, that’s all.” He shrugged as his cheeks stained cherry and he kicked at an invisible stone on the floor as his smile turns bashful.

“What’s the special tonight?” Shahan asks.

“Good question,” Ryker laughs. “What are you in the mood for?”

“Chicken nuggets,” Del chimes in.

Ryker makes a face. “Bad news sweetie, this is an anti-chicken nuggets restaurant.”

“Excuse me?!” Del blurts as she puts her hand over her chest and fixes him with a look like a true southern bell who’s just been scandalously outraged and I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing too hard as Amelie and Shahan lose it because the girl has spunk and personality for days as I smile up apologetically at Ryker.

“You do realize if you eat too much chicken, you’ll become a chicken?” Ryker says. “Do you want to become a chicken?" He asked and I want to kiss him for taking that so well and using humor to diffuse this situation.

"That's not true." She countered suspiciously as she narrowed her eyes at him, seemingly measuring him up.

"Are you sure? There's a saying, 'you are what you eat', where do you think that saying came from?" Ryker teases and Del seriously thinks it over. "Could you trust me to make you something just as delicious as chicken nuggets but way, way better? Because I can." Ryker offers as Del considers that too. “It will be super awesome, I promise.” Ryker crosses his heart. He then winks at me and I melt like butter as Del looks him up and down a little wearily before she makes her decision and simply reaches out and offers him her pinky for a pinky swear.

“Pinky swear.” Ryker immediately swears and hooks her pinky with his and shakes before Del finally gives him a smile. Before I offer my pinky too and he does the same to me, both of us laughing again.

“Surprise me, I trust you.” I offer which makes him smile even brighter.

“You got it.” Ryker beams before he leaves the table and I can see his hair is short and well cut and I greatly appreciate his fine figure from behind and I have to bite my lip when he has one hell of an ass on him. The thirst is killing me.

A few moments later the waitress brings by a basket full of screaming hot freshly fried tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa and a bowl of white queso along with a charcuterie board with meats and cheeses and all kinds of stuff on it.

“Wait, is that queso blanco?” Del realizes as her eyes grow wide before she grabs a chip and dunks it and eats it and then tries to hog the bowl all to herself as I sample the salsa first and I feel like I’m just shoving a whole garden into my mouth.

“Oh my god,” I gasp. “That’s some Willy Wonka intense flavors, but it’s the best salsa I've ever had.” I practically moan before the waitress comes back with a second bowl of queso for the rest of us having seen Del try to hog the first one and gives us our drinks including a bottle of wine on the house. But one sip and I realize it’s dry and I make a face.

“Do you not like dry wine?” The waitress asks.

“No, I’m very tannin sensitive, do you have anything sweet?” I asked hopefully.

“Like sangria sweet or alcoholic juice sweet?” She asks.

“Alcoholic juice sweet.” I immediately answer.

“I gotcha girl.” She nods sagely with a grin before she returns with another bottle, this one is AMAZING and I take a picture of the label so I can find it and buy it for myself.

“Much better,” I praise as Amelie takes my previous cup and pours the contents into her wine glass.

“Can’t let this wine go to waste.” She tells me which makes me giggle.

Ryker returns several moments later, carrying out the plates for us. “I hope you all enjoy,” he says. “I tried something a little different tonight, after all I have a pinky promise to make good on.” And my heart melts like the queso.

Del giggles as she looks at her plate and her eyes light up when she sees a moat of queso around the main dish and her eyes light up. And for my platter, it’s like I have at least six different dishes loaded onto it and I can’t decide what I want to dig into first but one of them is a mini copy of Del’s plate.

“These are my special Shawarma enchiladas.” Ryker explained as he gestured to Del’s plate before he points to each thing on mine and tells me what each thing is as my smile grows bigger and bigger and brighter and brighter with every new thing until I feel my smile is making my face split in half is so big and excited. He really did put half the menu on this plate and it’s everything I had my eye on too. How did he know?!

“Do your tattoos mean something special to you or did you get them just because they look cool?” Del suddenly asks as Ryker is thrown for a loop but recovers quickly as a big smile blooms on his face.

“A bit of both…” Ryker says as he starts to point out each one that shows on his forearms and explains each one as Del listens closely and respectfully as she continues to eat, talking with her mouth full occasionally and before I know it, Ryker has pulled up his sleeves to really show her the other tattoos on his arms which she eagerly looks at as I can not help but notice how strong and muscular his arms are and start fantasizing about massaging them and them wrapping around me. He looked so strong, I wonder if he’s strong enough to pick me up and toss me over his shoulder and haul me off and pound..whew, ok, gotta get my mind out of the gutter. I gotta actually listen to the conversation he’s having with Del since Del has then showed him her temporary tattoos on the back of her hands that she got at the supermarket.

“So does your mom have any tattoos?” Ryker asks since Del’s attitude was typical of kids with parents with tattoos and I nearly choke on my food and furiously shake my head no.

“No, I’m scared of needles.” I answer, my mouth covered because I still have a bite of food in my mouth before I quickly try to finish it.

“She has to give herself shots every month for her migraines and she has a hard time not getting panic attacks just doing that.” Del added and I have to nod in agreement to that.

“Wow migraines bad enough you give yourself shots for it?” Ryker asked as he looked physically pained by that.

“Oh yeah, I get the kind where I lose my vision, I’m super sensitive to light, sound, motion and throw my guts up for four to five days at a time, several times a month. With the medicine, I get one or two a month and with my other two migraine meds, it’s reduced to feeling awful for not even an hour before they kick in and then it’s over, it doesn’t get downgraded to a headache the size of Texas either. It’s worth trying to get over my fear of needles for.” You explained with a nod and big gestures.

“Well I’m happy you’re getting relief.” Ryker smiled, his own relief visible on his face. “Well, bon appetit, I gotta get back.” Ryker excused himself.

The enchiladas are served with a vibrant salad and a small dish of black rice mixed with chorizo and what tastes like heaven. I have never seen Del eat something with as much fervor as she did those enchiladas and I of course feel like I’m inhaling my food and my eyes want to roll back into my head but I keep catching Ryker looking over to me while he continues to work, stealing glances at me and Del and all I can do is try to smile over my bulging cheeks and offer two big thumbs up and every other hand gesture I know that means good and now my eyes instantly seem to find him in the kitchen and I can’t take my eyes off of him and I notice he’s not yelling at anyone and while he gives clear direction, it’s always given respectfully and kindly.

“I take it she liked the meal?” Ryker asks, coming back to the table after we finished eating and getting the leftovers boxed up.

“It's been forever since I've seen her so excited to eat something new, we loved it, it was so good, best meal of my life, thank you,” I gush. “Thank you so so so much.”

“It was exquisite, that queso blanco was sublime.” Del praises and Ryker is impressed with her vocabulary.

“How old are you again?” He asks curiously.

“Eight, I just graduated the second grade and I’ll be in third grade in the fall.” Del answered proudly.

“That’s awesome, high five.” He offers which she readily gives. “Well, I wanted to send something else home with you I thought you might enjoy these later. You can warm them up for breakfast even.” Ryker invited as he revealed the largest ‘to go’ bag already filled with to go boxes of more food. Having been working on this while we were eating.

“Oh wow, thank you so much!” I gasp. “We will probably be back before we have to leave again,” I say with a big grin as I suppress the urge to get up and hug him and kiss him all over for being as awesome and amazing as he is.

“I hope you do,” his voice is gentle yet so hopeful. “Well uhm, back to work!” He seems to want to linger but he pulls himself away. When the waitress comes back, I ask for the bill but she informs me that there isn’t one. That Ryker waived the bill for our whole table.

“Aww, he didn’t have to do that, he’s so sweet!” I fawned before I made sure to give the waitress a very hefty tip, which was what I thought I would be paying for the meal to begin with which makes her happy.

As we leave, we don’t notice Ryker come out and talk with the waitress and pick up Del’s drawing that she left and look at it appreciatively before he carefully folded it up and put it into his pocket.

That evening after Del has a shower and she’s taken to a food coma in bed, I go to the kitchen to unpack the to go bag and I find a bottle of wine! It’s the same wine I enjoyed with dinner! As I place the containers into the fridge a piece of paper falls out and floats to the ground. It’s the kitchen’s receipt for our table and I see that we were coded as ‘Chef’s special guests’ with instructions for Del’s food ‘Make it perfect- pinky promise’ and mine is ‘greatest hits, give her everything’. And I’m just so touched I start tearing up but I can’t stop smiling before I turn it over to see a note written on the back and I see a phone number and a message scrawled on it. “If you need any advice to combat your picky eater, call me. Ryker.”

My head nearly explodes, I have the cute chef’s number!

“Yyeeeaaaasssss!” I squeal before I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep myself from waking Del up but I can’t help but jump up and down and celebrate and do a victory dance in the kitchen in front of the sliding glass doors who’s curtains are still pulled back before I put the number into my phone and dig into the cheesecake Ryker had sent with me as I plug in my headphones and dance around the kitchen while eating the cheesecake which is my favorite dessert and it totally tastes homemade and out of this world. I’m so lost in my own little world that I don’t see two light green eye shines from in the woods and I definitely don’t notice them getting closer until their right at the edge of the woods before I get tired and put the left over cheesecake away and start stripping down to my underwear because my impromptu workout has me sweating and I had turned off the airconditioners downstairs before we left as I go through the cabin and start turning the lights off as I go. I get ready for bed and I’m on cloud nine. I can’t help but think of Ryker as I try to fall asleep, keeping the window open since it has a screen so it won’t let any bugs in and the spring mountain air is just so sweet and refreshingly cool so I don’t need to run the air conditioner and before I know it I have a need that needs to be fulfilled so I grab my little vibrator that I packed and a little bottle of lube and get down to business and in no time at all I’m trying to stamp down my voice but still let a pleasured keen escape as I find my release before I heard clawing on the side of the house that almost sounded like it was right underneath my window... on the second floor of the cabin.

“What the hell?” I frown as I get my phone and use the flashlight feature to look out the window to see if I could see anything and I wonder if there’s a raccoon or something outside. But the clawing stops and I hear the tell tale signs of something running back into the woods, must have been a big raccoon, I just shrug it off and go to sleep.

#Hearthway Hollow #my bastard version of this commission #but yay it gets to see the light of day

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Truth or Dare, Part 2

Ben Hardy x OC (original character)

Summary: Ben and Jane have been friends since they were eleven years old. They’ve shared secrets, their sorrows and happiness, but there is something they have never confessed to each other - and it’s their love.

Warnings: language (i curse a lot, so yeah, be ready), bullying, angst, mentions of suicidal behavior

A/n: here’s part 2! it’s a kind of slow burn, so...yeah. it’s also long again. enjoy!! (i do not own any gifs, credits to the owners uwu). excuse my mistakes, srry, i’m really dumb haha btw, Ben’s real last name is Jones, in case you didn’t know (k thx it’s enough of the author’s note i guess)

also, if you have something against lgbtq+, feel free not to read this fic and leave my page :)

you’re my best friend.

“You alright?” Ben lightly touches Jane’s arm and it sends shivers down her spine. She’s not alright with him touching her like that.

She shrugs her shoulders just to seem indifferent and turns to the window. “I will be, when I have those chicken nuggets”. She hears him chuckle, but it doesn’t make her smile. She has all these memories running through her mind and she can’t stop thinking. This pain reminds her of an old one, the scars of which are still fresh.

Ten years ago.

The laugh and insults were echoing in Jane’s mind as she was standing in the school hall, completely startled and shattered. She felt her heart breaking into million pieces when she saw Leah standing next to Naomi Frasier, who was victoriously sneering. Leah was standing there, and she was laughing at Jane. Everyone were laughing, loudly and disdainfully.

Jane felt like dying right there, in the hall, where people were coming near her, just to laugh and throw pictures in her face. Dying felt like the best option.

She heard a voice calling her from a huge distance. All voices actually merged in some mixture of sounds, and she couldn’t tell whether they were all real or just in her head.

“Jane!” The voice was getting louder and louder. Jane turned her head and saw her best friend, Jazminne, clasping her wrist. “Jane, please”, she looked at her pitifully, “let’s leave”.

Jane frowned, not quite realizing what Jazminne was saying. “Leave?” she mouthed.

Suddenly Jane felt a pinch on her left shoulder. After slowly turning her head, she almost bursted into tears. “Leave?” said Naomi, who was now standing near her. “Oh no, dear Jenny, you can’t leave. The party’s just started!” Naomi’s laugh was disgusting and ugly, but it brought Jane to her senses immediately. It also made her realize what had just happened.

What a bitch.

“Leave her the fuck alone, Naomi”, Jazminne let go of Jane’s wrist and came closely to the girl. “You’ve done enough; you’ve had your fun, now just stop”. Naomi was a bit shorter than Jazminne, who wasn’t actually really tall too – but Frasier still looked like a child compared to Gardner.

Naomi let out a laugh. “The problem is, Gardner, that I still want to have more fun. And also restore justice”. She looked at Jane. “We do not tolerate any immorality in our school. And that’s exactly what she’s been doing”, Naomi pointed at Jane.

God, she was angry. Jane looked at Jazminne’s hair, just not to look at Naomi’s obnoxious face. She clenched her hands so tightly that her nails were digging in the soft skin of her palm. How much do you have to hate someone to do something like that?

“Immorality?” Jazminne raised her brows. “Are you fucking kidding me, Frasier? What’s immoral about that?”

“You even wonder?” Naomi seemed to be genuinely surprised. “If a man also lie with mankind, as he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they shall surely be put to death. Their blood shall be upon them”.

“Are you seriously quoting the Bible right now?” Jazminne couldn’t believe her ears.

When Jazminne opened her mouth to say another thing, she was suddenly interrupted. “How the fuck is it about me?”

Naomi seemed to be puzzled by Jane’s comment; she didn’t expect her to speak at all. She looked at Jane and then sneered. Again.

“It’s the same thing. Men being with men is as equally gross as women being with women. It’s just not natural”.

“Against the laws of Mother Nature, right?”

“Glad you understand that, Chinny”.

Silence covered the whole hall as Jane continued speaking. “I don’t, actually. I don’t understand why would you take pictures of me kissing and making out with Leah and then humiliate me. I don’t understand why you make it look like I’ve killed someone. I haven’t harmed anyone but myself. I don’t, and I can’t understand that. I’m not sure I ever will”. Tears were burning Jane’s cheeks as she stormed out of the hall, and then out of the school. Jazminne gave Naomi a death stare that could kill Frasier right then and there, ripped one picture from the wall and ran after Jane.

She was out in the street, standing in the cold April rain and crying. She was hurt, so deeply and horribly, that she felt like she couldn’t live with it. She had never been hurt like that.

“Jane, come on”, Jazminne put her hand on Jane’s shoulder. “Let’s leave. You’ll get sick”.

“Maybe I’ll die after that”. She could barely speak as her teeth were chattering.

“Don’t say that”.

Jane looked at Jazminne and bit her lip, trying to stop herself from weeping. “Come on, Jane. Let’s go home”.

After a moment Jane was sitting in Jazminne car, trying to warm herself up. She was doing it unintentionally – because in reality all Jane wanted was to freeze in the street and die quickly.

“Do you want to talk?” Jazminne said before starting the car. Jane shook her head and turned to the window. Jazminne let out a deep sigh. These fifteen minutes just won’t be easy, she thought, they will be silent and sad. And they were indeed.

When the car stopped at the Chinny’s house driveway, Jane almost flew out of the car. Jazminne took a deep breath and followed her best friend.

Jane was quick to find the keys in her bag. Jazminne just took one step into the house, when Jane was already running up the stairs. Jaz was rushing after her; she was constantly thinking that Jane might do something to herself. Something terrible. She couldn’t let that happen.

She came into Jane’s room and saw her lying on the bed, loudly crying. She was weeping. With her face buried in pillows and her muffled sobs, Jane looked as wretched as ever. Jazminne was on the verge of crying herself. She couldn’t bear seeing her best friend suffering. “Janey”, she tried to hide the trembling in her voice, “Janey, please, talk to me. I will do anything to help you”.

Jane raised her head and looked Jazminne straight in the eyes. Her face was fully red from crying, and she was angry. “What you’re gonna do, Jaz?” her voice sounded bitter. “How you’re gonna undo everything? There is no way to fix that”, she said resting her head on the pillow, “Nothing can be done. I’m going to be bullied even more. Now for my sexuality”, she let out a sad chuckle, and her eyes were filled with tears again. Jazminne sighed deeply and sat down on the floor, in front of Jane’s bed.

“Look, you’ve got to tell me what happened between you and Leah. So that Emily and I could start plotting the revenge plan”.

“I don’t want that”.

“What do you want us to do, then?”

Jane looked at her. “To leave me the fuck alone, Jaz. That’s all I want now”.

Jazminne nodded and silently left her friend’s room; while closing the door, she heard Jane sobbing once again.

She didn’t know what to do. She and Emily weren’t of great use and Emily especially, with her sneezing and coughing right now. Calling Jane’s parents weren’t an option either – Jane probably hadn’t come out to them yet; so it would be difficult to explain all of it to them at once. It was one way. Jazminne didn’t quite like it, but he would be certainly of great help.

She ran downstairs; it took her a couple of minutes to take the phone in her hands and find Jones’ home number. It was the first time in Gardner’s life when she was praying for him to pick up. “Hello”, Jaz let out a breath of relief, when she heard his raspy, sleepy voice.

“Ben, it’s Jazminne. I need you to come to Jane’s house. She’s in trouble. I’m afraid she might do something to herself”.

In ten minutes Ben was already knocking on the front door; not loud enough for Jane to hear it, though.

“What happened?” he whispered, when Jazminne locked the door after him.

“Naomi ‘outed’ her”, Jaz said quietly. “In front of the whole school”.

Ben looked too confused, and Jaz had a sudden desire to punch him in his stupid face. “Gardner, I have no fucking idea what ‘outed’ means”. Jazminne sighed.

“She’s bisexual”. Jaz was quite for a moment. “So Naomi found that out and revealed it to everyone at school, without Jane’s permission. That’s what ‘outed’ means”.

Ben closed his eyes and sighed. What the fuck? “Did you know about that?” he asked that, obviously hiding the real question which was “Did she tell you?”

“Emily and I only assumed, never asked her directly”, Jazminne shrugged. “You had no idea, had you?”

Ben shook his head. “Feels like a brand new world”, he mumbled, heading upstairs. “You staying?”

“Yeah”, Jaz answered. “Just in case”.

Ben nodded and went to Jane’s room; he was puzzled, confused, startled. Jane was bi? How come he had never noticed that? How come he had never asked? How come she had never told him?

He quietly knocked on her door. There was no answer. He knocked again.

“Go away”. Her voice sounded sharply; but Ben knew she was just hiding her pain under that. He opened the door and came in.

Jane sat down on the bed, tightly hugging her pillow; her face was as red as the shirt Ben was wearing, her makeup completely ruined and her hair was a mess. But she, somehow, looked ridiculously beautiful to Ben.

“The fuck you doing here?” she said, looking at him.

“T’s a warm welcome”.

“I don’t want to see you”. She turned her head and started starring at the wall. Ben knew she did that only to hide her tears.

“Yes, you do. You always want to see me”, he sat down on the bed, facing her.

“Not now”, she answered and bit her lip. Jane took a deep breath and that was the moment Ben understood what he had to do. He moved closer to her and touched her hand gently.

“Come here”.

Jane finally pulled her eyes of the wall and looked at Ben. It seemed to him that he could see the world in her eyes.

“No, or I’ll cry again. I don’t want to cry anymore, Ben”, she whispered, covering her face with her hands. Ben was fast enough to put his arms around her and pull her closer. He felt his heart beating too fast, and it made him a bit nervous. But it wasn’t as much important at that moment as Jane, who was sobbing into his chest, while clinging to the back of his shirt. She needed that, she needed a good cry. She also needed someone to hold her close, running their fingers through her hair and quietly whispering, “It’s okay”. Ben was that someone; and Jane didn’t need anybody else. Just her best friend.

They both didn’t know how much time passed before Jane stopped crying; she slowly pulled away from Ben, wiping her cheeks and breathing heavily. “I ruined your tee-shirt”, she sniffled, “sorry ‘bout that”.

“Got plenty of ‘em”, Ben looked at her. “Stop apologizing”.

In fact, he couldn’t stop looking at her. He felt a sudden necessity to wipe her tears away with his thumb and then kiss her. That desire sent shivers down his spine and made Ben swallow nervously; he couldn’t understand why he was thinking like that about his best friend.

“Thanks”, she said quietly, looking at him. Ben’s heart was ready to jump out of his chest. Why’s it happening to me?

“Don’t even mention it”. Jane took a deep breath and for a moment Ben was scared she was going to cry again; but she just swallowed and looked back at him.

“Did Jaz tell you anything?”

“Only that Naomi ‘outed’ you”, Ben was going to continue speaking, but Jane interrupted him.

“What’s ‘outed’?”

Ben let out a chuckle. “Means she told everyone you’re bisexual without your consent. I didn’t know either what it means either”. Jane’s cheeks flushed and Ben, once again, saw her eyes filling with tears. He took her hand in his and gently squeezed it. “Jane, you can tell me. I won’t ever judge you”.

She looked at him and sighed deeply. Ben felt her hand shaking. “I was going to tell you, I just…just…couldn’t”, she stuttered, as she felt the oxygen leaving her whole body; Jane thought she was going to choke on tears, anger and pain. “I didn’t even tell my parents, I was so scared”, she whispered, “scared that something like this would happen”.

“What happened exactly?” Ben asked carefully, hoping she would tell him.

Jane took a deep breath. “A month ago I had my first kiss. With a girl”, she was silent for a moment. “With Leah Kay”. Ben raised his eyebrows; he was truly taken aback by this.

“Leah Kay?” he said loudly, “the most talentless and obtuse person alive? Seriously, Jane?”

“Could you just shut up?” she suddenly got annoyed; no wonder it happened – Ben was always able to change Jane’s emotional state from one to another with a snap of the fingers. “I’m trying to open up here!” Ben smiled, and Jane pinched his shoulder. He sighed and apologized; and he never let go of her hand. “So we were going out, kissing, making out in her house, and…” Jane swallowed. “And turned out Naomi had planned all of it. She was taking pictures of us, while Leah was just lying to me all the time. Today at school there was a whole exhibition of our pictures”. Jane’s whole face went red again, and one tear was streaming down her cheek; she tried to swallow the lump in her throat, and Ben could feel her pain. It made his heart break into pieces; he had never seen Jane being so vulnerable and defenseless. She was always the tough one, the girl who never cried. Ben cried way more often than Jane did, if being honest.

It made him sick; as he thought about what she had to face at school today. Naomi had always been an ass towards Jane, but what she did today totally crossed the line. Jane didn’t deserve it. No one did.

Jane sniffled. “Feels like this crying will never stop”. She wiped the tears with the back of her palm and sighed. “Maybe I just deserved it or whatever”.

“No”, her eyes seemed to know no end, as Ben just couldn’t stop looking in them. He had never noticed before how wonderful they looked. “You did not deserve that”.

It seemed like she needed his reassurance, his warmth and help. She sniffled one more time and clenched her hand tightly again, making her nails dig into her skin; but this time Ben was there to take her hand into his.

“Don’t do this”, he said quietly. He held her hand for a while before noticing the marks her nails left. He sighed deeply. How come he had never noticed how broken she was? Then Ben kissed her knuckles. Her skin was soft and it was the first time he noticed all the scars she had on the back of her palm.

“They do not deserve you”, he whispered’ holding her hands tightly and looking her right in the eyes. “None of them do”. Jane looked at him and felt a new urge to cry. This time it was because of the unconditional love she felt for her best friend.

“Ben”, she gasped, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to pay you back”.

He smiled softly. “You don’t have to. You are my best friend. I’ll do anything for you”.

back to the presence.

The cab stops at the red light; Jane is still looking out of the window. Ben is stressed out by her behavior, unable to sit straight. He is twisting and turning, until Jane finally notices his movements.

“Your ass scratching or what?” she is annoyed; Jane looks at him and he freezes under her gaze. “Stop this moving, you’re going to get us kicked out of the car!” She has no idea why she is so angry with Ben suddenly. Of course, she is still displeased about seeing him with another girl and about her feelings in general – but this came out too harsh and sharp.

“Always polite and nice, as usual”, he mutters. “If you didn’t behave as weird as you do, I wouldn’t be turning, trying to get your attention”.

Jane snorts. “Oh, sorry I do not pay attention to you. Thought you’ve had enough of it today”.

“And what do you mean by that?”

She sighs. “Nothing. Haven’t you got it already? I don’t always mean something by my stupid words”.

Ben knows that she does. He knows exactly what she means; and it is him and that girl in a blue dress. She is jealous – this is something Ben can’t get over that easily. He just wishes to kiss her right now, on the backseat of this cab. He wants to run his fingers through her hair and hear her quite moans as he deepens the kiss. He knows she’ll shiver under his touch; he’s sure her hands will be around his neck as he pulls her closer to him. He knows it’ll happen; it will certainly occur in the future. Just not now.

“Ben”, she suddenly turns to him again, “remember when you humiliated Leah Kay in front of the whole town?”

Ben frowns for a second, trying to remember that exact moment; but then he snorts loudly. “First of all, I did not humiliate her. It’s not my fault that she had never learnt her lines for our plays. That she didn’t know the plot of ‘Romeo and Juliet’?” He looks at Jane, as she smiles. “Not my fault either”.

“Sure thing”, her mood has changed again; Jane really starts thinking her period’s gonna come early. “It’s not your fault that only in her script there was a line ‘Romeo, thy dick is thick’, which got her suspended later”, Ben grins at her words and nods. “Anyways, I never got to thank you for that. So thank you, Ben”, the car stops when Jane says his name, and they sit in silence for a couple of seconds.

Ben takes a deep breath as he looks her right in the eyes. “Don’t even mention it, Jane”.

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girlwithglasses1245 · 5 years

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Um so yeah.

I got a new chromebook which is legit one of the best investments I’ve made in quite a while. One problem, I don’t remember my newer tumblr password and email I had set up for my happy new account. So I am stuck here with an older tumblr I made years upon years ago. I was browsing through some of the archive posts and ugh was I whiny little pain in the butt complaining about such stupid things. Anyways! I thought it might be kinda fun perhaps to do a survey that I did in 2013, yes 2013 oh my that seems ages ago. My plan is to have my original answer on top followed by the 2019 answer below it. Because why not? Here we go!

1: Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? The closet must be closed! Still closed please.

2: Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotel? Sometimes. Not as often as I used, because I honestly don’t ever use it. lol

3: Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? Out? In because that’s how Dan likes it.

4: Have you ever stolen a street sign before? No. Nope.

5: Do you like to use post-it notes? Sometimes. Sure, I leave Dan random notes in the morning if I wake up first.

6: Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? I get coupons but sometimes I don't use them. Haha my above answer tells me two things I wasn’t worried about money in 2013 and I didn’t probably understand the question. So yeah, sometimes that will happen when they expire before I get the chance to use them.

7: Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of a bees? Neither sound great so I guess a big bear sounds more interesting. I’ll agree with my 2013 answer.

8: Do you have freckles? I have some. Last I checked I am the same girl, so I have some.

9: Do you always smile for pictures? Usually. Sure, unless I am being told otherwise.

10: What is your biggest pet peeve? I have two major ones, people snapping gum and not messaging someone back. Snapping gum is still up there and people slurping soup obnoxiously.

11: Do you ever count your steps when you walk? Not really. Um not physically, but my phone does. Thanks Google Fit!

12: Have you ever peed in the woods? Nope. Still no.

13: What about pooped in the woods? Again nope. Still no lol.

14: Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? Yeah. Of course!

15: Do you chew your pens and pencils? Not usually, but sometimes I'll chew on a pen. Still sometimes I will chew a pen.

16: How many people have you slept with this week? Zero. One.

17: What size is your bed? Queen. Queen, but now I share it with Dan.

18: What is your Song of the week? Runaway- iio. Goodness I have no idea.

19: Is it okay for guys to wear pink? Yeah. Since when are certain colors unacceptable for certain people? I like that answer. Good job 2013 Christina. :)

20: Do you still watch cartoons? I don’t really watch a lot of TV. Nope.

21: Whats your least favorite movie? I am not really big on the Hunger Games. Still accurate or scary movies would be an accurate answer.

22: Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? Wait…why would I want to bury hidden treasure. Dan’s safe?

23: If you’re a girl, bra size? If you’re a guy, pants size? 34 B 32-34 B depends on the bra. lol

24: What do you dip a chicken nugget in? Plain or honey mustard. I like those previous answers, but I do sometimes like BBQ.

25: What is your favorite food? Some type of chicken with a bread coating. Chicken and dumplings from Cracker Barrel with carrots and green beans!

26: What movies could you watch over and over and still love? Love and Other Drugs, Crazy Stupid Love, Easy A, Something Borrowed. So chick flicks I guess. Crazy Stupid Love is still in my top favorite movies ever.

27: Last person you kissed/kissed you? Jeffrey. Eww I am sorry 2013 Christina that sucks. Anyways, Dan!

28: Were you ever a boy/girl scout? I was girl scout back in the day. Still a true statement.

29: Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? Eh I don't know. I am no model, so no. 30: When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? On paper? A while ago. I write Dan little notes in the mornings sometimes. Does that count? 31: Can you change the oil on a car? Nope. Still nope. 32: Ever gotten a speeding ticket? Surprisingly no. Warning, yes. lol 33: Ever ran out of gas? Close, but no. Nope!

34: Favorite kind of sandwich? Turkey and swiss with spinach toasted. Grilled cheese!

35: Best thing to eat for breakfast? French Toast or Waffles. French Toast sounds lovely.

36: What is your usual bedtime? Unpredictable. Still accurate, but now it depends on if Dan is around or not. 37: Are you lazy? More than some would think. I can be. 38: When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? I don’t even know. Probably a princess. 39: What is your Chinese astrological sign? I believe I am a sheep. Correct. 40: Are you horny? No. Not really. 41: Do you have any magazine subscriptions? No. Yep, Cosmo. And it’s annoying they send out the following month way too early all the time. 42: Which are better legos or lincoln logs? I could care less. Still true.

43: Are you stubborn? I some ways. Kinda. 44: Who is better…Leno or Letterman? Letterman. Still true hence why Letterman is still on the air? 45: Ever watch soap operas? Sometimes Spanish ones with Rach and her roommates. Nope. 46: Are you afraid of heights? Not as much. What kinda of answer was that back then? lol. Anyways, no height fear really. 47: Do you sing in the car? All the time. Duh, gotta keep it fun. 48: Do you sing in the shower? Not really. I hum though. Still true. 49: Do you dance in the car? Yeah. That’s probably not safe… Hahaha still guilty of that. 50: Ever used a gun? Nope, I want to do it sometime though just to say I shot a gun. Hahaha 2013 would never have thought I’d say I am pretty fucking accurate with an AR-15. 51: Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Does summer count? Jen took my picture. Christmas of 2015 lol. 52: Do you think musicals are cheesy? Some can be. Usually. 53: Is Christmas stressful? Not really, but this year I’ll be working the holiday season so we shall reassess. Nope. I love Christmas. 54: Ever eat a pierogi? Had to look that up. Yes, I have I think my friend Elly introduced me to them. Yeah, not my type of thing. 55: Favorite type of fruit pie? Cherry or Dutch Apple. 56: Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Teacher. I don’t know anymore and I am 27. Oops. 57: Do you believe in ghosts? Eh debatable. Sure. 58: Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? Many times. I had one just the other day. Yeah I had one the other day. Wait that’s funny that was my reply before. 59: Take a vitamin daily? I take multivitamins. I still do, but currently out. lol 60: Wear slippers? Nah. Barefoot is preferred. 61: Wear a bath robe? Rarely. Unless I am super cold. Nah. 62: What do you wear to bed? Yoga pants and a t-shirt. T-shirt and panties. lol 63: First concert? Paramore. Still true.

64: Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? Target, but Wal-Mart is closer. Target. 65: Nike or Adidas? I don’t care. Under Amour? 66: Cheetos Or Fritos? Eh…neither. Haha still good answer. 67: Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Sunflower seeds since I can’t do peanuts. Neither.

68: Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? No? What? 69: Ever take dance lessons? I did a few times. Did I? Hmm sure okay. I did in the past. 70: Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Lawyer. Business owner.

71: Can you curl your tongue? Yes. Yep! 72: Ever won a spelling bee? Never participated. Nope I am not very good at spelling complicated stuff. 73: Have you ever cried because you were so happy? It has happened on occasion. Sure. 74: Own any record albums? No. Nope. 75: Own a record player? No. Nope. 76: Regularly burn incense? No. Nope. 77: Ever been in love? Yes. Yes. 78: Who would you like to see in concert? Matchbox Twenty, Google Dolls, Drake, Justin Timberlake, The Weekend, Linkin Park, The XX, and many more. I know weird mix there. Drake? 79: What was the last concert you saw? Grad night, Paramore. Same. 80: Hot tea or cold tea? I prefer cold tea. Ice tea! 81: Tea or coffee? Coffee, but I do like tea on occasion. Coffee 99% of the time. 82: Sugar or snickerdoodles? Yummy both please. Don’t make chose. 83: Can you swim well? Eh debatable. I’ve gotten better. lol 84: Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes. Yes. 85: Are you patient? Most of the time. 50-50 depends on what. 86: DJ or band, at a wedding? Either would be fine, but a live band would be awesome. DJ, Cheaper, duh lol. 87: Ever won a contest? A few times. Yep! 88: Ever have plastic surgery? I am 22 so no. Nah, I am good. 89: Which are better black or green olives? Eww no thanks. *pukes* No no no. 90: Can you knit or crochet? My mom tried teaching me how to crochet. Still wanting to learn one day either one. 91: Best room for a fireplace? A living room? Still going to go with living room. 92: Do you want to get married? I don’t know anymore, I hope so. I do, lol. 93: If married, how long have you been married? (Not applicable) Same lol 94: Who was your HS crush? Mark fucking Andrew. Ugh that’s still true. But here’s a plot twist though he married someone I know and I see his picture on FB all the time because she posts pictures of them. I am not phased anymore. So victory? For me at least. 95: Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? No. But I have though before though. Haha apparently. 96: Do you have kids? No. Nope. 97: Do you want kids? I would be ok not having kids for a while. No thanks. 98: Whats your favorite color? Purple! Purple!!! 99: Do you miss anyone right now? Yeah extremely. Yes.

100. What do you hear right now? My Drake station on Pandora playing a Lil Wayne song. No Limit- G Easy ft Cardi B and A$AP Rocky

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spellcastersjudgement · 6 years

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Scoopshipping #33 (I love the way you write those two. Their interactions are so satisfying? Like what Carly notices about Jack and the dumb shit Jack says. I love it so I have to ask for more)

ahhhhh stop youre making me blush!!!

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#33: a forceful kiss

The general rule was that one heard Carly Carmine long before she was seen, be it the clicking of her camera or her laughter. Jack had once thought it was obnoxious that she was always talking, preferred to tune out her ramblings or attempt to shut her down with remarks that made most people never want to speak to him again, but he underestimated how persistent she could be. At first it was annoying, just another journalist looking for their fifteen minutes, but after she’d decided to change the subject of her blog from dueling to politics and was no longer by his side constantly, he began to miss her, much to his own distaste. A few months later he got a girlfriend (or rather, she got him since she was the one that formally defined the relationship) and now the thought of not hearing her voice made him ungodly levels of disappointed.

Carly left early, long before the sun was up, to head down to the station and get ready for the morning news. Jack almost never saw her before she left, too heavy a sleeper to be woken by her wriggling out from his embrace. The earliest he ever saw her was the early afternoon if she could slip out of preparing for the next day’s program to collapse on the couch, and that was only if he had taken a break from training long enough to stop home for lunch.

Today, though, there was no distraction. It was almost six o’clock in the morning, the sun not even awake yet, apparently not interested in warming up the December air. Jack didn’t mind the cold, but it was inconvenient that when he arrived at the track to train it was in half-darkness, making him wish his duel runner had headlights. Carly always left before the sun was up, her show beginning at five, right when masochists–morning people, really, but Jack liked his sleep and could never imagine his alarm going off before nine–were waking up for their long commutes. He felt off-balance as he sat up in bed, grunting as his back popped, rubbing his eyes, cursing himself for not being able to fall back asleep.

He wasn’t quite sure why he was up anyway, and that made him smolder as he stood up, the cold air biting his exposed arms. Carly radiated too much heat for him to wear more weather-appropriate pajamas, which was great when she was here but made for a very uncomfortable walk to where his robe was thrown over the back of a chair. Being warm made his mood improve only by a fraction.

Jack had walked down the stairs multiple times a day, but right now the way his feet fell against the wood, echoing in the vaulted ceilings annoyed him. If he hadn’t had multiple noise complaints from neighbors regarding his screams at inanimate objects he would’ve yelled at the stairs. It was too quiet, it was cold, it was dark. If he was going to be awake early he should’ve at least been able to see his girlfriend before he left. Now he was alone in the house and Mina wouldn’t be here until nine to make him coffee–not that he was incapable of using the espresso machine, just Mina and Carly had both agreed it was best he stay away from it when he broke the last one for not foaming his milk correctly.

It had been his fault, he realized now. He wasn’t holding the frothing pitcher correctly, and even though Mina had told him as such, he’d punched it anyway.

His assistant would have to forgive him for breaking the rule this time. Mina had firsthand knowledge of how he was without coffee, and if the headache set in it would be an even worse morning for him, which would inevitably ruin everyone else’s day. Jack would explain that his recent discovery of a thing called ‘consideration’ had driven him to caffeinate himself, saving his staff from lots of yelling and whining later.

Standing in the kitchen, Jack wondered when making coffee had become so complicated. When he and Yusei were growing up they’d stirred instant packets into water they’d nuked in the microwave. Now Yusei had graduated to a coffee pot, which was not nearly as high quality as the stuff Jack’s machine produced, but he would be lying if he didn’t miss the simplicity. Now he had to grind the beans, pack them in to the portafilter, get the milk–ugh, too much. He would never have to deal with this nonsense if he were still asleep.

It was nonsense to have to uncross his arms, which he felt made him appear truly angry with his predicament, but he was once again dangerously close to bitching at whatever he looked at next to fill the silence. The fridge blasted him with cold and he muttered obscenities at the light making him screw his eyes shut. Carly always bought that free-range grass-fed organic milk that came in a carton and made him feel like he was back in middle school flinging chicken nuggets at Yusei and Crow.

It was skim milk. Water, essentially. Unreal. Someone was getting screamed at for this later.

Lining up his supplies, he felt like a surgeon. He had half a mind to say “nurse” and hold his hand out expectantly. Of course, there was no one else in the house to play along with him.

Carly would do it. They always did silly things like that, things Jack would never admit to because he had a reputation. Now he would just have to imagine it. Or not, as the grinder made him jump, the sound breaking the oppressive silence but ruining his thoughts of Carly. At least it smelled nice, perking him up the slightest bit as he packed in the finely-ground beans, attaching it to the machine, putting the shot glass (it had a formal name but Jack could never think of it any other way) under the spout, hoping that whatever setting he switched the machine to wouldn’t make the thing blow up. Milk was next, and by god if he didn’t get this right and lost his mind and broke it again–he could already hear Mina chewing him out.

That wouldn’t happen, not this time. Though he was annoyed his girlfriend drank the watery mess masquerading as milk, he would not allow that to get him bitched at by his assistant, at least not for this.

Did the steam wand have to be so squeaky and loud and–ugh, awful. He was glaring at the bubbles forming on the milk, thinking about being up, being cold, feeling lonely in this huge house without another person, without Carly.

He was veering into dangerously sentimental territory, and when Jack Atlas got sentimental he ended up embarrassing himself.

“Holy–god fuck–shit!” he cried, the metal of the pitcher burning his palm. Dropping it on the counter with minimal spilling, the steam was whistling through the wand no longer muffled by milk, and he stared at it, holding his hand under the faucet, nice and livid, wanting to wrench the thin silver rod off the machine.

He did not do that, he wouldn’t do that. Turning various knobs until the noises stopped and the lights on the machine turned off, he dumped the espresso in the first cup he saw, which was actually a cup that Akiza had given Carly, the two of their smiling faces looking up at him, mocking his anger. His girlfriend would most likely key his motorcycle if he ruined the cup and take pictures of the tears dripping down his face so he vowed to be careful with it as he poured the milk in, not even bothering to make the foam look pretty like Mina did.

Cleaning up the machine sounded like too much work. The clock read a quarter past six and he wasn’t due at the track until ten. This was the only situation where he would ever complain about having a later start to the day. Sipping the coffee and grimacing at his impatience for it was burning his tongue and aggravating him more. He sunk down on the couch, the black surface of the television reflecting his scowl back at him. Quiet again.

He sat there for about two minutes, nothing but the slurping of his coffee to keep him company, before he realized he was a fucking idiot.

The remote sat by his right hand, the television right in front of him, where with a click of the button he could have Carly in front of him, hear her voice, see her smile. He couldn’t believe himself. He blamed it on the fact he’d barely got a quarter of the way down the cup.

Flicking on the television, Jack jumped at the obscenely loud volume. They’d been playing video games last night, had forgotten to turn down the volume evidently, and he was paying for it now. It wasn’t the right channel, meaning he once again had to lift his arm and move his fingers to click the ‘3,’ a travesty. When would they create televisions that could read his mind and switch the channel itself?

It was the weather, not Carly, yet another thing to add to why this morning was shit. Jack could do this man’s job, and probably be more entertaining. Cold, that was the forecast. They could say it in one word and switch back to the Carly.

Jack was about three seconds away from throwing the remote at the screen when he finally got what he’d been suffering through the weather report for.

“Thank you for that, James,” Carly’s voice made Jack’s mood instantly improve, like the sun was shining directly into the living room. He never cared for the way they did her makeup or hair, felt like it made her look too stiff and pale. Originally the producers had thrown a fit that she dyed her hair green, but she had raised a ruckus worthy of Jack Atlas himself to keep it. They got their revenge by not letting her wear it down, instead pulling it up into a tight bun that aged her about ten years.

Despite the hair and makeup department’s best attempts to make his girlfriend seem to be a cookie cutter version of every news anchor out there, her energy made Jack wish he could listen to updates about the recent congressional elections all day. His eyes slid shut. Her voice, the way she gesticulated, hands waving in the air to emphasize her point, sometimes accidentally bumping the co-host in the shoulder, the way she’d fidget with her glasses while waiting for an interviewee to answer her question–all of it comforted him.

And it made him intensely angry.

Shooting up off the couch, coffee in hand, Jack Atlas thundered up the stairs. He’d never gotten dressed so quickly in his life, jeans and a sweater, the simplest of outfits that he normally detested, and he only took small comfort in the fact they were both designer and perfectly tailored to his body. He set the coffee down momentarily to put in his earrings and pull on his boots. This would be the closest the Master of Faster would ever get to ‘bumming it,’ and if he weren’t thrumming with rage he would have the decency to be angry at himself.

Back down the stairs, holding the coffee far away from him so it wouldn’t slosh onto the cream-colored sweater because that would be an absolutely horrendous thing. He was already disgracing himself for the purposes of going down to the news station, no need to add insult to injury.

Living in the heart of a city usually meant uncomfortable levels of noise and constant streams of tourists, but Jack could understand the positives when he only had to drive five minutes to the station (it was really a ten minute drive but he had no regard for speed limits or road signs).

The short drive over, Jack’s fingers gripped the steering wheel, the other bringing coffee to his lips, eyes glaring over the rim of the cup. This had been a spectacularly unfair morning. Awake too early, cold, having to make his own coffee–all bullshit. The worst part, the part that made him want to start throwing things just to hear them shatter, was that he’d had to suffer through all of this without Carly. He was not going to be shafted like this.

There weren’t any open parking spaces in front of the station, so Jack pulled into the fire lane and hoped a police officer would ticket him just so he had someone to yell at. Opening the door, he sped up the stairs, shouldering an intern out of the way, voices growing louder.

Carly. He could hear Carly, long before he saw her as usual.

Jack had only been here a handful of times, mostly to bring his girlfriend something she’d forgotten, like the one time she’d forgotten her glasses on the nightstand and called him, frantic, on a commercial break. He remembered enough to open the door that would lead him to where she was, though it seemed like her voice was coming from all around him, blaring through speakers, and though not unpleasant it did make locating her difficult.

“Hey, you can’t–”

Jack glared at the camera man as he passed, ignoring the illuminated “On Air” sign. Carly was talking about some upcoming charity ball for Christmas that Mina would certainly make them attend, and Jack saw confusion on the co-host’s face as he came to tower over Carly.

This would get him a dressing-down from Mina, but he had to–he had to roughly grab Carly’s shoulders, hear her squeak in surprise, turn her to face him as he bent in half, hands tilting her face up as he pressed his lips to hers.

It was a rough, impatient kiss, his fingers sliding in to her hair, searching for those godawful pins that held up her hair, pulling them out one by one, throwing them to the floor as they kissed. Carly was responding in full, her hand on his cheek, noses brushing together, her teeth playfully nipping at his lip.

“Excuse me, uh, Carly? Can that wait for commercial?”

Jack growled, pushing his tongue into his girlfriend’s mouth. Her hands slid around his neck, a moan rumbling through her throat, hair falling about her shoulders as he finally freed her hair. The anger in his chest had finally started to subside.

“Carly, come on, kids are watching this,”

The co-host (Jack had never bothered to learn his name) pulled her away, his fingers tugging at her blazer. A smacking sound erupted as they separated, and Jack was ready to reach over her and kill this man.

“Oh, um,” Carly was looking up at him, cheeks flushed and lips glistening with saliva. “Sorry ‘bout that, got excited. Say hi to everyone while you’re here, Jack,”

Waving vaguely in the camera’s direction, he never took his eyes off Carly.

“Next commercial break. I’ll be waiting.”

#the-noot-noot-snail #asks #ygo5ds #scoopshipping #espresso discourse is totally self serving i love coffee just as much as jack atlas #in this house we stan espresso machines #carly and jack devouring each other just fuckin does it for a bitch

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fly-pow-bye · 6 years

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DuckTales 2017 - “The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!”

Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow

Written by: Bob Snow

Directed by: John Aoshima

Storyboard by: Jean-Sebastien Duclos, Mark Garcia, Tanner Johnson, John Ramirez

I wouldn't call this a creek, either.

This episode starts with Scrooge and the boys paying a visit to a Gala dedicated to a newly opened Glomgold Wing at the Natural History Museum. The joke is that all of the exhibits are just whatever he can salvage from Scrooge's past adventures, and some outright falsehoods. Dewey even talks about how he's trying way too hard. Dewey's right...in maybe too many ways.

Scrooge, obviously not a big fan of this duck who tries to murder him any chance he can, is only there to support Duckburg's cultural institutions as an upstanding citizen. Oh, and to steal Glomgold's cocktail weenies and teriyaki skewers. The irony is that it's Louie that calls him out for this. That seems out of character for him, though it might be due to his suit giving him a rash.

As the boys follow Scrooge's lead in taking a bunch of buffet food, one of the guests of honor walks in the room. Scrooge drops his bag and gasps at the sight at this familiar-to-him face. The nephews ask him if his gasp is about a curse, a villain, or a villainous curse, but it's even worse than that.

Scrooge: ...it's my ex! (gulp)

🎵Life is like a hurricane...🎶

Well, that's one way to do a cold open.

Specifically, it's Goldie O'Gilt. He clarifies that she's an ex-rival and ex-partner, but the boys do not buy it. Scrooge gets the boys, and anyone in the audience who hasn't heard of this legacy character, ready by telling them to watch their wallets. They trade insults to each other, Scrooge saying that she has cloven hooves, and Goldie calling him a tightwad. Well, it is a fitting name for someone who takes hors d'oeuvres from a buffet. I learned just now that’s how you spell those words.

While the insults both disturb and intrigue Dewey, Glomgold shows up to tell Scrooge that Goldie happens to be his date. Even before she says anything, her body language clearly indicates he doesn't want anything to do with this man. Once the music starts playing, Scrooge and Goldie start dancing. He tries a second plan: dancing the same kind of dance with Dewey. I don't have a comment for that one.

After that, Glomgold decides to reveal the main attraction: a skeleton of a "Glacial Klondike Monster" his oil crew managed to dig up in the Yukon. Unlike the Glomasaurus Rex, which was clearly made up of random dinosaur bones, this exhibit is legitimate. The lights go out, and the mammoth's head disappears. No, it's not another mystery story, or another ghost story for that matter. Scrooge looks around and finds a certain someone missing, and he hot-tails it out of the gala.

While Launchpad drives Scrooge and the boys to the Mansion, it will make sense to how he would know about where she went later, the boys want to know more about "Scrooge's new old giiirlfriend", while they all make literal duck-lips. Yeah, that's their only real character trait they have for the rest of the episode. While DuckTales 2017 gave the boys far more distinct personalities, this episode is not a good example of that. Wait, Huey, Dewey, and Louie acting identically? No way!

They do get to be the audience of another Scrooge McDuck flashback to a time long before Donald or Della. We’re getting into “The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck”-like material here. From what I've read, it's a very loose adaptation; no Goose Egg Nugget here.

They go into a cave in the White Agony Plains to find the titular Golden Lagoon. Suddenly, Goldie, in her scheming ways, decides to steal the map to find the lagoon for herself. Scrooge manages to catch her, but the map gets torn in half. Suddenly, the "Glacial Monster" shows itself, being what might be the last of the Wooly Mammoths. Goldie’s part of the map ended up stuck in the mammoth’s teeth, and over a century later, that same mammoth's skeleton ended up in Glomgold's Gala. We get a shot of the skeleton with a map sticking out of its teeth, which wasn't shown before when we got a shot of it before, but never mind.

Yes, I really mean a century later. While they don’t specify the exact year, Scrooge is definitely referring to the Klondike Gold Rush in 1896. Huey, in one of the few times he gets to show off his personality, starts counting on his fingers and outright asks how old Scrooge is. He obviously does not answer that question, but this episode gives a rather decent explanation beyond "it's just a cartoon, so just relax".

While running from the Wooly Mammoth, Scrooge and Goldie jumped into a freezing lake, causing them to be stuck in an ice cube for 5 years. In fact, this episode confirms this isn't the only time they've been in situtations that made them age slower. The dance scene from earlier shows them talking about a fountain of youth and several timeless demon dimensions. In an unrelated note, Goldie also offhandedly mentions a necklace that prevents burns, which the camera zooms into for a few seconds. I did not think much of this on my first viewing.

After the story that was captivating that even the driver got too interested in it, Scrooge finally reaches his Manor to find that Goldie barged into his house, and she immediately asks where his half of the map went. One may wonder how she managed to get past Mrs. Beakley, all but shown to be a super spy with great combat abilities, and her trained-in-similar-arts granddaughter.

Well, she did. As the rest of this episode will prove, she's just that awesome. After Scrooge throws a chair at his own nephews after they do the same "Scrooge loves Goldie" shtick, yeah, don't anger Scrooge, Goldie realizes that it must be in Scrooge's top hat. When Scrooge wrestles her down for it, she offers the adventure. Scrooge asks why.

Goldie: Because it's gold, because it's a treasure you never found, and because you're Scrooge McDuck.

Scrooge, Goldie imitating him: You think you know me sooo well!

They decide to go on the adventure. Speaking of the map, we later see it, and it's one of those "dotted line with the X on it" maps. I'd imagine the one that has the X on it could have at least tried to extrapolate the path. I guess I could assume that half was in that skull, but wouldn't Glomgold take it? Whatever.

Goldie puts on her old outfit, and they go into the cave. The entire episode essentially follows a similar path: throughout the adventure, they both accuse each other of trying to sabotage each other. They are totally doing that. Scrooge finds an arrow trap, which he activates by throwing a pebble at it, and accuses Goldie of doing it. Scrooge then stops Goldie from getting stuck in a giant bear trap that he totally didn't set up. Notice the difference there.

They end up at a pulley-controlled elevator, built for one. Not willing to let one person go and get a jump on the lagoon, they have to share the elevator. Of course, this leads to her complaining about his sweat. It's a funny scene.

Not speaking of particularly funny scenes, Glomgold is slowly following them. I'll be honest: his scenes don't really do much for me. All he really does is get hit by all the traps, cuts the rope of the aforementioned elevator, and talks about how Scrooge is taking his girl. He seems to disappear after this scene, because it's better to focus on the scenes with Scrooge and Goldie trying to mess each other up.

One scene has Goldie lighting a trail of gunpowder behind Scrooge, taking both halves of the map with her while he's chasing. In this universe of ducks and dogs that walk upright and talk, this trail of gunpowder leads to a bear. Not a relative of Baloo, but a bear just like in real life. I wonder how that works.

Unlike in real life, Goldie gets cornered by Scrooge riding that same bear. He even reveals that he speaks bear. This show now has just as much talking to non-language-speaking-animals as that other reboot. How can he do this? Because he's Scrooge McDuck. Yeah, that’s a running gag throughout this episode, and it does have a good payoff at the end.

They eventually reach a dead end, which happens to be right next to the frozen lake where they spent 5 years of their lives. This leads to even more backstory. After 5 years of being forced into staring at each other, their frozen scowls slowly turned into smiles. Aw, they really do love each other. While it's certainly romantic to see this, it is a horrifying thought that they were conscious in there.

Of course, there's a caveat: as soon as Goldie's half of the ice melts, she immediately leaves Scrooge behind. Scrooge realized that she loved gold more than him, and Goldie...agrees. Fitting.

They do get to the waterfall made of molten gold, thanks to the help of erosion over a century. Scrooge gets Nanook, the bear, to break the wall they thought was a dead end open in something that would have looked cool in trailers. However, as soon as they bask in the glory, a twist happens. I debated whether or not I should even have these ellipsis, to be honest.

← JAW$! 🦆 Day of the Only Child →

...

Big shock, she was going to betray him in the end, just like Scrooge repeatedly accused her of doing! There is one surprise on top of this: Glomgold decides to show up, after stumbling down a hill because he's Glomgold, and reveals that he teamed up with her to do this ruse! Unlike the last time he tried, this turned out to be true.

Scrooge, telling himself he should have expected this, asks Goldie why she did this after all she did for her. He talks about how he untied her from Nanook...which he happened to tie her to himself. Again, fitting. Her response?

Goldie: Because I'm Goldie O'Gilt!

See, good payoff.

Regardless of what I feel about Glomgold’s involvement in this episode, I do like the flashback scene he describes, which is in this 50's romance comic book-like style. It even ends with him smooching the air. He sure loves that Goldie, he even came up with the shipping name: Glomgoldie.

There's a pickaxe fight that mirrors the dance scene down to certain lines, and a rather shocking scene that does give Glomgold a little more purpose in the plot. I don't want to give away everything, but I definitely questioned whether they would really do what they did.

I only have one thing I will say that will add to this review: the necklace I talked about earlier does become a plot point. What necklace? Well, that was my first impression of that ending, too; it took a second viewing for me to realize it didn't just come out of nowhere.

How does it stack up?

Promising a big adventure that happens to be a huge reference to the original comics, and the return of a classic character, DuckTales 2017 took a huge risk with this episode. As someone who hasn't really read the original stories, I can't judge whether or not it's a good adaptation.

I debated what rating I should give this. It's an entertaining adventure, sure, but it's a little repetitive, and Glomgold just became a third wheel that was more tiring than funny. This one slightly misses the mark for me. In a worse reboot, this would be one of the best episodes, but after Jaw$, it's just merely above average, which is a very high neutral for this show.

Next, the return of another classic character...whether you like him or not.

← JAW$! 🦆 Day of the Only Child →

#fpb dt 2017 #ducktales 2017 #ducktales #disney #fpb reviews

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meggipeggi · 3 years

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My heart is cold. And while at times it feels extremely heavy, I wouldn’t change that.

•I fell in love with someone early and while we may have grown apart and into two different paths I learned so much about communication and compromise.

•I fell for one of my best friends because they showed me emotional intimacy that had been lacking in my life and I tend to confuse a feeling of connection with something more. Now I laugh at myself because I would literally fight you for a chicken nugget. You’re my best friend. You still piss me off asshat

•I could write a book on her. She lit a fire so deep within me I still search for it in every person after her. You are not an easy person to walk away from. My only regret was being too honest and not honest enough at the same time. I thought I would be fine with fwb, closed off, but when we kissed that first night eating gummies.... my heart exploded. You were it for me. I fell for the girl who kisses me at red lights but we were just sleeping together. Time is supposed to heal everything, but I’ve made peace with the fact it might not heal me when it comes to you. I’m so sorry for any pain or uncomfort I may have caused you. I’m reallly sorry I refollowed you on Instagram uhmmmmmm I was v sad and V drunk 😬 and I missed you.

•that one was just sex.

• ma’am you’re a narcissist and an asshole and I hope your Christmas tree burns down. But I miss your dogs. Happy 1 year of being done with you. 🖕 #bitter. On the real I learned that I lose myself in people and that shit is toxic and on me. I need the confidence to stand in my own light and find someone who wants to move with me not change the way I move. So thanks for that.

• You deserve happiness. I see so much of myself in you and I think that’s our attraction. We met in bad places. We lose ourselves in other people. We get knocked down and go down hard. But we have to get up and do it ourselves and see how our own behavior contributes to the downfall of shit. It’s never one sided. Every person plays a role and every role is valid. I’m learning that. Have you?

• my last love is a literal angel. I love her in the purest form and accept that we are just not meant for each other. It hurt at the time mainly because it solidified my feeling of abandonment but processing and turning to her as a friend just made me realize how pure she actually is. Not a mean bone in her body and she’s really just out here living her truth. And that’s what she taught me. Feelings can change and you need to be honest with yourself and the other person.

•told your ass you were a fuck boy. But you taught me to stand my ground when I have a gut feeling.

•you were a test to if I’ve learned any lessons at all. While I noticed your red flags, I ignored them like I was at a goddamn carnival. That was until you straight up tried to gaslight me and I said I was done. But I got used to talking to you everyday so I caved and you came to my house. I can’t tell you how fucking uncomfortable you made me by the end of it. I told you no the entire fucking time taking you home and you still blamed me for you crossing boundaries. I’m stronger because of you but you’ve also scarred me from wanting to date again.

•the closure I didn’t think I would ever get. You reminded me so much of Her. And I finally felt like it was a do over. But alas, I did everything that I wanted to do originally. And it ended the same. Exact. Way. In that I realized that as long as I’m looking for the same person in different people, I will get the same ending.

While my love life has been fucking abysmal and a bitch is sore, I wouldn’t change those lessons and the people who taught me them. Yes my heart is cold, but even ice melts when it’s warm. I’m learning and bettering myself because that’s all I can do. I can’t make anyone love me. But I can love me.

#personal #using tumblr as a journal again

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sammyshuno · 7 years

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100 Questions Nobody Ever Asks!

I was tagged by @simsomedia!

1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?

Closed.

2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels?

I work at Lush Cosmetics so I only ever use my own shit.

3. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out?

What does this mean...?

4. Have you stolen a street sign before?

Yes! Well, kind of. I found one on the side of the highway and gave it to a friend for his birthday. I also had a bunch in my backyard because my dad is a sign thief.

5. Do you like to use post-it notes?

I prefer digital notes. Post-Its are fun, though.

6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them?

I just throw them away or let them expire.

7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees?

Are they definitely going to attack me? Because I know how to deal with bears and how to avoid being mauled by them. And also it’s really hard to get attacked by a swarm of bees. If it was wasps, however, I’d take my chances with the bear.

8. Do you have freckles?

A few!

9. Do you always smile for pictures?

With my teeth or...? I haven’t really perfected my photo face....

10. What’s your biggest pet peeve?

There are literally too many for me to pick just one. The one that I have to deal with most often though is people being rude to retail workers.

11. Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Only sometimes.

12. Have you peed in the woods?

Plenty of times. I hate doing it, but I have.

13. Have you ever pooped in the woods?

Probably.

14. Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing?

Not often.

15. Do you chew your pens and pencils?

I used to.

16. How many people have you slept with this week?

I’m engaged and it’s monogamous, so only one...but we have a very active sex life.

17. What size is your bed?

California King! So much room.

18. What is your song of the week?

Tell Me I’m A Wreck by Every Avenue.

19. Is it OK for guys to wear pink?

Is this an actual question? It’s dumb as hell. You know what’s not okay for guys to wear? Fragile masculinity. Pink was originally a masculine color because it’s a shade of red and red is a ‘powerful’ color. Dresses were also deemed masculine in the early 1900s. Fuck gender roles, honestly.

20. Do you still watch cartoons?

Yes! I’m currently re-watching ATLA!

21. What is your least favorite movie?

Least? I don’t have a least favorite...I don’t watch movies that often.

22. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some?

My hometown? I don’t know.

23. What do you drink with dinner?

Water, energy drinks, something alcoholic.

24. What do you dip a chicken nugget in?

Barbecue sauce.

25. What is your favorite food?

Pasta!

26. What movies could you watch over and over again and still love?

Fight Club, Donnie Darko, Anchorman...a lot really. Like I said, I don’t really watch movies that often. When I do, it’s ones that I’ve already seen. Those are just my favorites.

27. Last person you kissed/kissed you?

My fiance!

28. Were you ever a boy/girl scout?

Fuck no.

29. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine?

I thought about becoming a Suicide Girl for a while. I’d definitely do underwear modeling.

30. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper?

I used to do it all the time but I can’t remember the last time.

31. Can you change the oil on a car?

By myself? Probably not. I can’t even drive.

32. Ever gotten a speeding ticket?

I don’t drive.

33. Ever ran out of gas?

I DON’T DRIVE.

34. What’s your favorite kind of sandwich?

Okay, story time...there’s a sandwich at a deli by my old college called an Elbows Up. It’s literally an elbow macaroni and cheese sandwich with pulled pork and barbecue sauce. It’s the bomb.

35. Best thing to eat for breakfast?

Steak, eggs, french toast, hashbrowns, and grits.

36. What is your usual bedtime?

Anytime after midnight.

37. Are you lazy?

To a fault. It’s the depression, my dude.

38. When you were a kid, what did you dressed up as for Halloween?

I was a princess every year for a while. I was a witch twice. I was a dark fairy once. I was Kurt Cobain once (poor taste). I was Dead Riding Hood when I was fifteen and again when I was eighteen. And ever since then I’ve been Harley Quinn.

39. What is your Chinese astrological sign?

Pig.

40. How many languages can you speak?

English, but like...proper English because my mom was raised in the UK. I also took Spanish for three years, but I’m rusty.

41. Do you have any magazine subscriptions?

Nope. I get enough junk mail as it is.

42. Which are better: LEGOS or Lincoln Logs?

Holy shit! Lincoln Logs were my SHIT! LEGOS are pretty cool but I’d just like to mention real quick that...no one spends hundreds of dollars to collect Lincoln Logs.

43. Are you stubborn?

I’m an Aries and an eldest child. Does that tell you anything?

44. Who is better: Leno or Letterman?

I don’t care.

45. Ever watch soap operas?

Only to drag them.

46. Are you afraid of heights?

I’m not afraid of heights. I do not like heights...for personal reasons.

47. Do you sing in the car?

Only every time I’m in it.

48. Do you sing in the shower?

Not really.

49. Do you dance in the car?

My fiance and I both do it and we look really ridiculous but it’s super fun.

50. Ever used a gun?

Not a real gun. I’ve used BB guns and dart guns, though.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

Family portrait when I was a little kid. I usually take my own photos.

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

Usually. The only one I’ve ever found that executed it perfectly is Across The Universe. That’s some good shit right there.

53. Is Christmas stressful?

Only because I constantly have to remind people that tell me “remember the real reason we celebrate Christmas” that it’s a pagan holiday and not a Christian holiday. I do love shopping for and giving gifts, though. I’m really good at it.

54. Ever eat pierogi?

I LOVE PIEROGI!

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

Does lemon meringue count? Or key lime? Or banana cream?

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

I wanted to be an artist and a vet.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

Bitch, I’ve seen ghosts.

58. Ever have a deja-vu feeling?

Pretty much every single day, I feel like I’m living in a dream-world. It’s not fun.

59. Do you take vitamin daily?

Nope. Just try to eat my daily greens.

60. Do you wear slippers?

Nope! I hate wearing shoes, especially in my own house.

61. Do you wear a bath robe?

All the time. When I’m lazy, when I don’t care, when I’m cold. It’s not even mine. It’s my fiance’s. But I steal it.

62. What do you wear to be comfortable?

Ethica underwear. Comfiest shit in the world.

63. What was your first concert?

I’ve been going to local and underground concerts since I was ten. My first arena concert was my favorite band of all time: My Chemical Romance. They played with Matt & Kim and Blink-182.

64. Walmart, Target or KMART?

Target, because they’re a great company. Also, my fiance works in the Electronics section.

65. Nike or Adidas?

Vans.

66. Cheetos or Fritos?

Both!

67. Peanuts or Sunflower Seeds?

Pistachios.

68. Ever hear of the group Tres Bien?

Sounds familiar.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

Nope.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

We’re both gonna be rock stars.

71. Can you curl your tongue?

Yes! I can’t roll it, though.

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

Never even participated. I would, though. I can spell anything.

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

I cry all the time for multiple reasons.

74. Own any record albums?

Yes, actually. I own The Black Parade, The Moody Blues Best Hits, and the soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange.

75. Own a record player?

There’s like four in my garage, so technically I guess I do.

76. Do you regularly burn incense?

I love incense. Yes.

77. Ever been in love?

Too many times.

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

I’d like to see MCR again.

79. What was the last concert you saw?

Green Day and Against Me!

80. Hot Tea or Cold Tea?

Both, every day.

81. Tea or Coffee?

Energy drinks.

82. Sugar Cookies or Snickerdoodles?

Those soft sugar cookies with that shitty frosting...god, I love them so much.

83. Can you swim well?

Well enough.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

Underwater? No. Otherwise, yes.

85. Are you patient?

Absolutely not.

86. DJ or Band at a Wedding?

I don’t even know yet. I should probably figure that out soon.

87. Ever won a contest?

Maybe. Can’t remember.

88. Have you ever had plastic surgery?

Nope! But people used to ask me if my boobs were fake in high school because I was so skinny and they were so big.

89. Which are better: Black or Green Olives?

I HATE OLIVES.

90. Can you knit or crochet?

Not really. My mom is a pro.

91. Best room for a fireplace?

Living room, probably...but I’d put a fireplace in any room.

92. Do you want to get married?

More than anything!

93. If married, how long have you been married?

We’re getting married next October.

94. Who was your high school crush?

I had a lot, but I dated the same guy through junior and senior year, and for some time after. So, mainly him.

95. Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way?

I used to, and I’ve been guilty of it in my teenage/adult years. I’m a brat.

96. Do you have kids?

Not yet. Three years.

97. Do you want kids?

Yes! I only want two, but maybe we’ll consider a third later down the road.

98. What is your favorite color?

Yellow, for my long lost love Vincent Van Gogh.

99. Do you miss anyone right now?

I miss so many people all of the time.

100. Who are you going to tag to do this tag next?

Anyone who wants to.

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La La Land (Steve Rogers x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! So sorry there haven’t been any updates in a while but here is something!!! I have a bunch of ideas but I’m having trouble finding time to write. More stories to come soon! Leave some feedback if you’d like :) Also La La Land has become my new obsession so…. here. Enjoy!

Word Count: 2,018

Prompt: You’re at the cinema alone and so am I we might as well sit together and I swear I didn’t think there was anyone else in this universe who appreciates this movie like I do.

- Written by Brie -

You’re lame. You’re so lame you can’t even believe yourself. Who the hell goes to the theater alone at two in the afternoon just to see a movie for the third time. You, that’s who. You didn’t even bother to stop at the concession counter for the classic popcorn and soda combo as you hurried to your theater door, by now were an expert at sneaking outside food into the theater. If only the snack counter sold chicken nuggets and fries, you wouldn’t have to feel so guilty sneaking in your salty contraband.

As you walked into your designated theater, you weren’t surprised to see that there weren’t many people occupying the seats. La La Land had been out for a while already, and after the Oscar hype had died down, talk of the movie sort of lost its luster. You chose a spot right in the middle of the rows and slightly off to the right - the best seat in the house.

After you settled down, you took a moment to look around you. A group of older ladies were sitting closer to the front, chatting a little too loudly, a woman sat with her teenage daughter closer to your row on the left, both of them on their phones, and a young couple were seated all the way in the back. The girl was almost sitting in the guy’s lap, giggling as quietly as she could as her partner whispered in her ear, both of his arms wrapped around her waist.

You felt a pang of longing as you turned back around to face the blank screen. PDA didn’t make you uncomfortable, just a little bit jealous is all. It had been a while since you felt the thrill of a new relationship - or any relationship at all for that matter. Maybe that’s why you loved this movie so much; it mixed a sickly-sweet romance with original scores and tunes that easily get stuck in your head - or maybe it was because you had a huge crush on not only Ryan Gossling, but Emma Stone as well.

Lost in your dreamy thoughts about Emma Stone, you didn’t notice a towering figure approaching to your right.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Your turn your head to meet the bright blue eyes of a very attractive young man. “Is this seat taken?” He motioned casually to the theater seat right next to you.

Too stunned for words at that moment, you simply shake your head. The blonde man flashes a smile at you before taking his seat next to you.

You didn’t quite understand why this stranger - a particularly handsome one - would choose the seat right next to yours when the theater was practically empty. Maybe he was waiting for his friends and didn’t want to look lonely - or maybe his friends ditched him and he’s trying to make new ones?

Your heart went out to the blue-eyed stranger. You knew what it was like to get tossed aside by your friends. If he wanted to make a new friend, then a new friend is what he’ll get.

You weren’t very good at starting conversations - you normally relied on others to do that - so you leaned towards the man and said the first thing that came to mind. Little did you know, the golden-haired super soldier was wracking his brain to say something, anything, to you to break the ice.

“Do you want some fries?”

“My name is Steve, by the way.”

The two of you had spoken at the same time. The stupidity of your question embarrassed you as you watched the stranger - Steve - look at you in surprise.

You had to fix this, just tell him your name or something.

“I’m Y/N.”

“Fries?”

You two had done it again. While you looked absolutely mortified at the awkwardness of the situation, Steve just laughed, the tips of his ears turning pink. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, “I should have said something right away. Do you mind if we start over?” He offered you a shy smile that made your heart speed up just a bit.

“I’m Steve.” He introduced himself again, his eyes sparkling even in the dimmed theater. “Y/N.” you replied, your lips curving up into a smile.

A beat of silence passed between you before Steve pressed his annoyingly pink lips together in thought. “I’m sorry if it was a little weird of me to sit right beside you,” he started, “but I figured since I’m here alone, and you appear to be alone, maybe we could sit and enjoy the movie together?” He licked his lips, looking at you uncertainly. So he did just want a friend - you were okay with that. Actually, you were way more than okay with sitting next to a gorgeous, muscular stranger with the kindest eyes you’d ever seen. Giving him a friendly smile, you nod your head.

“You’re welcome to sit here if you’d like, I’m not gonna complain.” Nope, no complaining here.

He looked relieved that you had accepted. His broad shoulders relaxed from their tense position. Was he nervous?

“Thank you.” He smiled at you again and you almost audibly sighed.

Another beat of silence. “So, La La Land.” You start, with no clue what direction that was going to take the conversation. Steve nodded slowly, glancing casually at the screen - which was still blank - and smiled wryly. “It’s the best movie that’s showing right now, and I needed a distraction.” He looked back at you, “Have you seen it befo-” he quickly caught himself, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, that was a stupid question. You wouldn’t be here if you had-” he stopped again and quirked an eyebrow at you as you laughed.

“Actually, I have seen it before.” you assured him, “two times actually, this is my third.” Your confession made him laugh too. “See? It’s that good of a movie I guess.” He chuckled. “I’m surprised you actually like this movie.” You said before you could stop yourself, but Steve looked amused.

“Oh, so I’m not allowed to enjoy a well-directed musical filled with fun songs and heartbreaking love? Is this not the twenty-first century?” He exaggerated his outrage in such a funny way that you couldn’t help but giggle, which made him grin. “So you really do like this movie, huh?” You smile as he nods. “I know every song.”

Before anything else could be said, the lights in the theater dimmed lower as the previews began. Steve faced forward and settled back into his seat, leaving you to go over what the hell just happened. It almost seemed like a dream that an extremely handsome man like Steve would waltz up, wanting to sit right next to you of all people, and charm you with his stupid perfect smile and pretty blue eyes and his love for the same movie that has captured your heart recently recently. Honestly, you didn’t think you would find someone who appreciates La La Land just as much a you do, and yet there he is, sitting right next to you.

During one of the last previews, Steve leans over to as the question that’s been burning in the back of his mind. “Did you ask me if I wanted fries earlier?” He asked quietly. The question catches you off guard, but you don’t blame him for asking. With a sly smile, you open your purse and reveal to him the small bag of Wendy’s chicken nuggets and fries. “I was hungry and I didn’t want popcorn. Plus, everything at the snack counter is so expensive.” You roll your eyes, causing Steve to chuckle. “Is the offer still on the table?” He asked with amusement in his eyes. “Of course.”

You move the armrest up that divided the seats and place your open purse between you and Steve. The two of you were closer now, and suddenly you were nervous. He smelled amazing, sort of like one of those spicy vanilla candles that stores sell under the name “Dream Guy” or “Beefy Lumberjack Boyfriend.” You kept your eyes glued to the screen as you felt his hand reach into your purse, rustling around to grab an adequate amount of fries.

Finally, the bright, old-timey credits begin, filling you with an anxious joy. The starting musical number plays and you can’t help but tap your feet to the summer beat. It took you a few moments to notice, but Steve was singing along! His deep, honey-like voice blended nicely with those on screen. He had a surprisingly beautiful voice.

Steve noticed you had turned towards him in a sort of shock and chuckled nervously. “I’m sorry, am I annoying you?” In all honesty, he wasn’t. It was actually pretty cute. “No no, not at all.” You assured him with a smile. He gave a silent, appreciative nod and turned his gaze back to the movie.

The singing didn’t stop there; oh no, it went on the entire movie, and you joined in! A couple times you had earned a disapproving glance from the mother on the other side of the row, but the old ladies in front found it charming, occasionally turning their heads to smile sweetly at what they discussed amongst themselves as “young love.” You and Steve didn’t care. The two of you were in your own little La La Land. You were his Mia, he was your Sebastian - you only hoped your ending was better than the movie’s ending. You were having so much fun with Steve that you didn’t even cry at the end - something you had done every time you’ve seen this movie.

When the lights gradually came back on, you were met with a toothy smile from the seat next to you. “The movie is a lot more fun when you don’t see it by yourself.” Steve chuckled, and you agreed. These last couple hours with Steve had been the most fun you’ve had all week. You hoped this wasn’t the this wasn’t the end for you two.

Steve stood up and offered you his hand. You zipped your purse back up and took his hand before standing up, situating your purse onto your shoulder and giving Steve a thankful smile. “Thank you for the snacks,” he smiled, “I’ve never had chicken and french fries in a theater before.” He hasn’t let go of your hand yet, and you prayed that your hand didn’t feel clammy. “Thank you for keeping me company.” You replied, returning the smile.

You looked up into his bright blue eyes and honestly thought you could melt right there on the spot. “I’d like to see you again,” He bowed his head slightly so he could look at you, a small smile playing on his pouty lips. You must’ve looked shocked or surprised because his eyes went wide and he quickly added “if that’s okay with you, I mean.”

His sudden change in demeanor made you laugh, furthering his panicked state. “I would love to see you again, Steve.” You giggled, watching as his shoulders relaxed and he let out the breath he was holding. This time, you took the opportunity to be forward.

“How about I give you my number and we talk dinner? I’m free Friday night.” You spoke with such a casual tone that you surprised yourself. Thank God Steve didn’t know how fast your heart was beating.

The grin on his face could have outshone the sun. He regained his confident attitude and said with a smirk, “I know this great place downtown. Do you like Chinese?”

After swapping numbers and exchanging sly smiles, you and Steve went your separate ways - after, of course, he walked you out to your car and gave you the sweetest goodbye kiss on the cheek. A smile never left your face as you drove home extremely giddy and hopeful, humming along to the soundtrack that you and Steve had just sang along to before. Every song had a whole new meaning to you now, they all reminded you of him - and you wouldn’t have traded that for anything.

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