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writinground2 · 8 months

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The Trainer and the Rookie

Arsenal gets a new trainer and a new rookie takes a bit too much of a liking to her, much to Leah's entertainment.

Note; I wrote under a previous name, but I am potentially looking and getting back into it. If this get's picked up, I may turn it into a series.

“How are you not fuming right now?” Lia asked, her gaze bouncing between Leah and the new athletic therapist, Y/N, “the rookie is hitting on Y/N again and she’s doing nothing to stop it.”

Y/N was currently across the room working on another player, twisting her ankle around and asking questions as she worked.

“Because she is completely oblivious,” Leah let out a laugh, smiling at shaking her head.

The pair watched as one of the rookies continued to shamelessly flirt with the trainer. The rookie had spent the entirety of the preseason working her hardest to gain the attention of the new therapist, to no avail, and much to the entertainment of the rest of the team.

The returning players had met Y/N weeks prior to the preseason starting. She quickly became well liked amongst the group. Y/N was quiet and professional with the players but did well to banter and joke alongside them. She offered a level of trust and respect quickly, asking players permission before placing her hands on them for treatment, and ensuring they were comfortable for the duration of their treatment. The level of clear communication she showed allowed the players to quickly feel comfortable in the woman’s presence.

Leah had quickly noticed an attraction to the trainer. Y/N made her laugh and eased her nerves about getting cleared to play without even trying. She felt drawn to Y/N anytime they were in the facility together. Leah found herself sitting in the treatment room frequently just making small talk with Y/N as she worked, staying well after her training was over for the day.

Their connection was apparent. To everyone except Y/N. Leah kept waiting for Y/N to ask her out or to initiate something, but it never happened. The defender finally confidently asked the trainer out, to which she agreed. Only for Leah to realize that trainer still seemed unaware that Leah was pushing for more than a friendship with the woman.

“She oozes sex appeal and she has no idea that rookie is hitting on her right now?”

“No, she truly doesn’t.”

“That rookie has spent the last three weeks throwing themselves at her, and Y/N doesn’t know it?”

“Nope.”

“So why aren’t you worried about it?”

“Because there’s nothing to worry about,” Leah shrugged, confident in her relationship with the new trainer.

“Does that mean you guys finally made thing official?

“I practically had to spell it out for her a couple weeks ago, but yes,” Leah chuckled.

Leah felt like she had practically been throwing herself at Y/N in an attempt for them to move past a friendship. Y/N always leaned into the blondes touches and lapped up the flirting comments Leah sent her way; if Leah was any less confident, she would have thought Y/N didn’t return her feelings. She had finally snapped one evening while the pair had been hanging out. They had spent the afternoon at the training facility, then went over to Y/N’s flat to order supper and watch movies.

Leah had moved along the couch, leaning her body against trainer, even moving Y/N’s arm out of the way to cause her to wrap it around her shoulders. Y/N had given her shoulder a squeeze before softly asking if the contact was okay.

“I snapped at her and told her of course the contact was okay, I put it there,” Leah rolled her eyes retelling the story, “I asked her why she hadn’t made a move yet. I was practically sitting in her lap, and she looked at me confused and said she didn’t know if I wanted her to or not.”

Lia let out a loud laugh, gaining the attention of the training room. Offering a small apology, she softened to a giggle, waving the room off. Y/N kept her eyes on the pair for a moment longer, earning a small wink from Leah.

“I’m happy for you Leah, really happy for you,” Lia spoke softly once she got her laughter under control. Leah stretched a hand into the space between the beds, Lia stretches a hand out, the pair sharing a quick squeeze of hands before laying back, continuing to watch the rookie unabashedly flirt with the trainer.

“She keeps calling it soccer,” the rookie later spoke with disdain while the team was stretching post lifting session, earning an eye roll from the rest of the team.

“She also calls jumpers ‘bunny hugs’,” Beth cut off, “she’s Canadian, she uses funny words, give it a rest.”

“If she can’t even get the name of our sport correct, how is she supposed to be a good trainer?”

“And you can’t get a solid cross into the box, but you don’t hear us commenting,” Katie snapped, sending the glare at the rookie.

The room sat in silence, the occasional snicker sneaking out from players attempting to cover their laughter.

“Alright enough,” Kim spoke up before anything could continue, “she was hired for a reason and is good at her job. If you have genuine concerns, then you can bring it forward. Katie,” she paused, not knowing what to say.

“Isn’t wrong,” came a grumbled response, earning a few giggles.

“Let’s just keep our inside thoughts inside,” Kim finishes.

“Guess the flirting didn’t get her anywhere,” Lia whispered to Leah at lunch.

“Flirting didn’t work for who?” Alessia cut in, dropping her plate down at the table with the pair.

“The rookie flirting with Y/N,” Leah spoke up.

“Oh yea, that was painful to watch. I thought you two were together?”

The comment causing both women to glance up at the blonde. Leah barely contained her smile, small blush, she gave a subtle nod of her head.

Alessia didn’t comment anything further, just nodding along. Conversation moving to the what the after session was going to be like. The lunchroom slowly filled with players and a few staff member, the room gradually becoming louder.

Leah’s head immediately popped up when she heard Y/N’s voice chatting with one of the chefs at the entrance to the kitchen. Y/N shyly took a plate of food from the chef, she awkwardly laughed attempting to hand the special dish back to the chef. She relented and graciously thanked the man with an appreciative smile and pat and on the back.

“If you’re trying to be subtle about this, watching her from across the room doesn’t help,” Lia elbowed the defender in the side.

Leah bit her lip and glanced down to her hands before looking back up to the trainer making her way out of the room. The couple made eye contact, Y/N shooting her a quick wink before leaving the room.

“Oi, do you think staff purposely gave her all the wrong size shirts?” Beth exclaimed, having watched Leah’s eyes follow Y/N out of the room. Viv giving her a brief smack on the arm.

“What? That shirt couldn’t be any tighter on those shoulders!”

“Ugh! Yes! Finally, someone else said it!”

Eyes all whipped to the table full of rookies behind them. Leah immediately scowling, working hard not to glare at the blunt rookie that couldn’t seem to leave her girlfriend alone.

“I’m glad I get to have those hands all over me all season,” she spoke again, a pleasured hum emphasizing her words.

“Woah now, I was kidding,” Beth corrected herself, “I teased her about it earlier too. We keep it professional here, what you’re saying is completely inappropriate,” she snapped back, stunning the rookie to sit back in her seat.

The veterans smirked; their patience having worn thin with the arrogant rookie that most likely wouldn’t make it to the end of preseason.

“Heard you had a fun lunch with some of the rookies, well one of the rookies,” Y/N smirked, dropping her dropping her dumbbell on the ground when Leah approached her in the gym a couple minutes later.

“How’d you hear about that?” Leah stood aghast.

“I was just outside the door when I heard Beth putting the rookie in her place.”

Y/N pulled the bottom of her shirt up, wiping her face with it. Leah allowed her eyes to follow the movement, biting her lip, and enjoying the site of sharp lines of muscles on display. She bit her lip, shamelessly ogling her girlfriend.

“You can’t really not know she has been flirting with you for the since preseason started?”

The trainer let her shirt drop back down, “wait, what? No, she hasn’t.”

Leah couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at the utterly shocked face on Y/N’s face. Taking a brief glace around the empty gym, she stepped forward, gently pushing tapping her chin to shut her mouth before laying a delicate kiss on her lips, “you’re adorable.”

Creating space before anyone else entered the gym, Leah stepped back, watching ss Y/N’s look of shock turned to a pout, “I’m not adorable.”

“You are, but I’m alright with that.”

“I’ll see you tonight?”

“Of course,” Leah called back just before leaving the gym, “you know the chef was flirting with you at lunch too, right?” she popped back in briefly before leaving entirely.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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0daylighthours0 · 23 days

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My Mother's Unbiased Byler + Milkvan Opinions - Viewing ST for the 1st Time!

(UPDATE)

My Mama has now witnessed Stranger Things in its entirety. Her favourite season was the third, her favourite characters Hopper and Joyce, her favourite pairing would be those guys too, and her most disliked pairing? Can only assume.

I wanted to write out her thoughts on the second to last episode previously, as she'd held many, but before I knew it we'd finished the whole show and I was forced to an income of NEW opinions which ruled out my memory of any old ones. Shucks. But boy did this lady have much to say. The only way I can break it down is by providing a sample of quotes she'd delivered, in order, a day after having finished the series.

All are just things she said about milkvan and byler, as they're this post's main focus. There's simply much to say about these relationships too, being so up in the air over where they ought be expected to turn out. These are all direct quotes too (as I typed as she talked, unkown to her) so you'll have to excuse the natural way in which some lines come off as unfocused, being written after real time conversations. Let's get into it:

Ok I really don't know whether she likes Mike very much. She actively disliked the guy earlier on, and now her feelings appear to be more mixed. A lot of her discussion was solely around this guy's actions.

"It's almost like he's [Mike] forcing himself like- ok Hopper he was kind of very passionate and kissing, you know he sort of instantly- with Mike, from being obsessed and spending so much time with her [El], suddenly he starts cooling off more and more and suddenly- they even separated right? I mean yeah that was out of his control but he, but he didn't really seem like he missed her you know it's like he just got on with it."

This point caught me off guard. I don't know how much I agree with my mother on this. It made me realize that during Mike and El's separation, there weren't many quiet Mike moments in which he expressed worry for her, beyond a couple that blend into him simply having breakup concerns. Any time Mike mentions distress for her whilst she's away, his talk evolves into him simply anxious over the state of their relationship. As a group, everyone in our Cali gang clearly wanted to save Eleven, but Mike really should have gotten more heartfelt moments in solitude (that means without Will you suffer bros) in which it is demonstrated to the audience that he really does miss her, as someone who is in love. Her being away shouldn't simply come off as a writing excuse for him to vent to Will. There wasn't enough of that tenderness milkvan desperately needs, and if anything I watched was an attempt then it really wasn't translated well - never trumping everyone else's familial or close frienship-like fret for El, never showcasing his concern to come from a more personal place. I mean how hard is it to have him in her room, staring longingly at a photo of hers, with a background composed of soft music. Then literally leaving it at that. I mean that is it. No Will rushing in there to insist, "you can tell her that thing when you see her k? It'll all work out trust me ight, you're the heart you're the HEART!" que affectionate gazes, constructs a byler scene for no reason I guess .

"I mean how do we know that he missed Will? He articulated it. Why didn't he articulate this the same way to El?"

True. I mean the fact that I can't remember a moment after they find El in which milkvan ask oneanother how they are, and communicate how much they missed eachother, does indeed say something. They shared a hug and touch when they first reunited, which was gladly interrupted by Will. That pineapple + pizza thing was not long enough, or sensitive enough, to be their moment. There was clear bonding, but it didn't breach a level of romance and chemistry nearly decently. It's good that they got at least that, I mean we need to know that these guys are at LEAST really close friends. And then the camera just felt like panning over to Will about to burst into tears in a corner. Like huh? Bruv you've now made it so that milkvan's pizza bit leaves a bad taste in our mouths. If I were a milkvan I'd be furious.

"You know what, I think it's done purposefully to create that sort of cold, distant, confused, you know they wanted to make people say he's [Mike] bisexual. For people to question. They want to get people to think that."

My Mama believes writers intentionally soured milkvan for viewers to "confuse" audiences, build up anticipation, make them question milkvan's relationship and wonder if our main man will spin to Will. I agree. They want that good ol' triangle comeuppance.

"They really are trying to bring that across- so that people start thinking Mike, you know he doesn't love El, he loves Will. They're really trying to, make people think that. Giving them [milkvan] a really nitty gritty relationship."

Yup.

"When you're gay. Coming out like that it's- it's terrifying. You have to be very careful. And Will could, he could tell. You know when someone is attracted to you. I think, things became sort of- sort of complicated. And Will sensed, he could feel that Mike is attracted to him. And that's why he could open up like that. Because you can always tell. You know, you just know, so that's why Will was able to confess these things to him [she sees painting scene as a confession, whether Mike realized it or not, and so do I]."

Well damn Mama. And there you have it folks. My.. I'm not gonna call her the h word but.. my- notabigfanofgaythingsandwouldbehappytopretendtheydon'texist mother, perceives Mike as a homosexual kid, and just that. Well bloomin heck that's all the confirmation I need.

I didn't expect this as a turnout, I mean so particularly. My Mama actually didn't like byler - I think. Well. Bloomin heck. She actually enjoyed Vickie x Robin, and this shocked me to my core. I don't know whether this is simply due to her being a fan of Vickie's actress (recognizing her from Anne With an 'E'), but I do know that my mother has a bias in gay relationships and sees ones involving females as more "pure" than that of two males. So her language when describing Will has changed since her realization that he loves Mike for sure (which became undeniable in the van scene). She describes him as being 'obsessed' with Mike, and says writers really wanted to get that obsession across. I agree with Will having been one note during season 4, him hopefully having more time to shine in the approaching season, but I thoroughly disagree with him coming off as obsessive. I suppose our camera man displayed the guy's little glances at Mike so often that my Mama felt it was overdone, and unable to be ignored. I also think she's just avoiding use of the word 'love' when describing anything homosexual.

She still doesn't think Mike demonstrates how much he loves El enough to leave no room for debate. According to her, his moments with her seem surface level. Just as a reminder she does not know my thoughts. She watched that entire 'I love you' thing and still isn't secure in any genuineness of the guy. I believe she supposes that we're intended to acknowledge milkvan's romance, but also probe it.

I now wonder whether my Mama was good enough representation for the average audience, because she actually does own a bias - this being that she usually actively dislikes gay things. So I puzzle over whether her brain overanalyzed any of the boys' highlights, wanting to "expose" their homo intentions. At first things were up in the air, but it became clear that Mike did not pass her gaydar, he was simply too intimate with Will to make that pass. And this wasn't the case in other seasons, she never questioned their friendship til now. She also hasn't acknowledged any supposedly queer relationships besides rickie (vobin?) and byler, meaning that other fan favourites such as elmax, steddie, ronance and such else didn't stand out as gay to her. This doesn't signify those other relationships to not have a chance, I'm elmax's personal cheersquad, it's plainly clear that my mother didn't have a tendency to point at every same sex relationship and yell suspicious. Byler was purely undeniable. You can thank Will's love being canoned for this, otherwise noone would have a need to read into Mike.

I don't know whether she supposes byler to have a chance moreso than the milk in the van, even with Mike's ambiguity. It would seem that as of right now her guess is that watchers are intended to second guess both relationships in order to build up interest. However, she doesn't know how unlikely Will's love life is to turn out negatively seeing as those damn writers manipulated crowds into consistently sympathizing for him. Dunno about the rest of you but that sounds like good news to me.

I have no idea how to close this analysis. Is it an analysis? There's much more I want to say, much more she said, but I fear this to be too jam-packed and aimless as is. I'm writing a third part to my most recent milkthevan failing relationship deep dive, and that'll possibly consist of thoughts I wish to input after gathering so much data from my mother.

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sugarlywhispers · 10 months

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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader (fem) x Midoriya Izuku.

A/N: hello there! just a few notes; dont feel afraid of the yandere tag/warning, it's not going to be that bad, i simply put it just to be safe because of the villains😉 i dont have this completely written, i'll go with the flow like i always do✌🏼, so if someone has feedback or ideas, you're more than welcome to talk to me!🤍 also, idk how long this gonna be, but it'll have several chapters. so get your snacks, and enjoy the ride~😉

WARNINGS: TRIO RELATIONSHIP, adult sexual content, angst and fluff, penetrative sex, oral sex, unprotected sex (USE GLOBOS, GUYS, preferably, pink ones lol😉), yandere themes –toxic/possessive behavior, mention of blood and violence, swearing lots of it thanks to bakugou lol

Summary: After several disasters that happened around the country, the government had no other choice but to enact a new law that would mostly shock every single person, including heroes.

"Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

Chapter One: The Law.

It doesn't matter how many times you rewind the whole conference from the start on your TV, the words are the same. The words mean the same.

"Thank you everyone for being here today," the same old man you have already watched–this was the third time–says, also greeting other people around he could recognize in the big crowd of journalists, governors, some famous people like idols, show directors, heroes, yada yada. The old man takes a deep breath, barely able to hide it in front of all the mics put there for him, "Due to recent misfortunes happening in our country, we can no longer postpone what we once thought could happen thanks to the society we live in today. The population has gone down in numbers, mortality rates spiking down lower than what we could ever hoped for. This law, that I'm about to present now to you, is the only way several professionals and analysts, in addition to Quirks used for this matter, could find to prevent the population from reaching the bottom–which can be translated as, from entirely disappearing."

No sugarcoat. That is something you do appreciate from this mess. You have always preferred the blunt, harsh reality of things than some kind words that were mostly used to not tell the truth.

"As from today onwards, a new law is going to take effect in our society, if not the entirety of the world. For now, we are the first country to approve this law, and we encourage others to. This law stipulates that one male, whether they are civilian or professional hero on duty, must marry and procreate with a female at least two new lives for the sake of humankind." The room explodes in protests, questions being yelled at the governor representative, and even talking between each other. "Please, please…Order in the room! I know," he says to someone that it's asking something but it's mostly impossible to actually understand for viewers like you who are not–were not present at the conference. "But, please, believe me when I say we have exhausted every possibility there is for this. This law was our very last resource."

By the tired tone in this man's voice and expression, you believe him. And you hate that you do, because that means you have no other choice. No one does.

The governor starts to speak again as the room settles a bit, "Each citizen will have to get through several medical tests that will help our specially prepared team to match them to perfection for this purpose. This stance will be called The Pairing. After this is carried through, each Pairing will have from two weeks to a month to finally sign a contract that validates the union between each part and compromises them for the purpose they had been Paired for."

There's chaos again in the room, and it doesn't settle until a woman stands from her seat and asks, "You said our population is currently going through a critical disbalance, right?" The governor nods admitting and signaling with his hand for her to proceed with her question. "Whether that means there are more females or males, how do you and your team plan to resolve the odd number that will complicate the Pairing of couples?"

Oh, good question!, you think again, enjoying way too much how she referred to that 'team' the governor kept talking about with so much sarcasm.

"The law establishes an exception to the Pairing of two. If one female is compatible with more than one male, or vice versa, there will be a more exhausting analysis to determine if she will be Paired with both of them."

"If that's the case, then how many children must they procreate?"

"The law does not change, there has to be two children for each couple."

Everything is chaos again and you sigh as you turn your TV off, same time that your phone vibrates over the little coffee table in front of your couch, where you sit with your legs pulled towards your chest. You pick it, the name Tora shining on the screen.

You don't get to properly set it over your ear that you hear her scream, "A FUCKING MARRIAGE LAW!" Her ear riping shout makes you wince, "Do you fucking know what this means, Y/N!?" Her excitement is not reciprocated.

"Goodbye my beloved freedom?" You answer groomly.

You hear her exasperated tsk, "No, silly! This means we could get paired with actual Pro Heroes!"

Oh, yes, Tora's obsession with Pro Heroes. An explosive blond one that is mean to everyone, a green haired one that is considered the Symbol of Peace of this generation, a red head one that looks more like a villain –in your opinion– and a white and red haired one that is colder than ice. And many more. How could you forget that?

You roll your eyes. The only reason you know about those is because of her, Kira and all the stories the kids in your class like to tell you about their favorite heroes.

"I think all of this is ridiculous. They are using us, women, just to procreate."

"Men too, girl. Don't forget that without the fish, there's no egg…" Tora adds, and even though the saying does not go like that, you understand what she means, so you don't even try to correct her, you simply agree. However, the fact that in this current population are more males than females, speaks volumes about the kind of governors that ruled society.

"I know it's both, it's just…"

"You're angry, angry, I know you…" She says, and it warms your heart a bit.

Tora has been your best friend since the first day you walked through the college campus and collided with her. Yes, collided, because she was using her roller skates to get to her room through the crowded place the first time you met. She hadn’t seen you opening the door to the room, trying to avoid precisely not crashing into anyone, but failed with you. You didn’t even have time to react properly before you felt the coalition and both of you fell inside your room, the pair of boxes filled with each other's belongings that each was holding flew and scattered everything around. ‘What a manga scene’, you had thought back then, laughing alongside Tora for such a mess. You have been best friends since then.

Then, alongside came Kira. While Tora is all sunshine and rainbows and a torrent of energy, Kira is the complete opposite. She is chill, wears dark and elegant clothes and looks at everyone like they are underneath her feet. You admired her confidence in every possible situation.

You, well… You are somewhere in the middle between those two girls. Not too bright but definitely not too dark. However, you were confident in your own skin, so that is what matters.

"And there's all the medical tests we have to do," you went back to the conversation. "What if a woman is sterile, or a man? Would they be absolved from all of this?"

"From what I understood, yes." Tora replies, clearly munching something she is eating.

"I hope I'm sterile!" You hear the comment from somewhere behind Tora. You snort, recognizing Kira's voice.

"Shut up, you dark and pessimistic soul," Tora protests, and you couldn't smile wider. "Oooon another note… have you searched for what permissions we need to take the kids to the museum?"

"Oh, yes! They were kind enough to send me the papers for it." You smile, now excited with this news.

"Fuck. Have I ever told you two how much I admire the patience you both have to work with kids?" You hear movement with Kira's sudden comment from the other line, now closer to the phone. You could imagine both of them lying on their stomachs in Tora's bed.

You smile fondly at Kira's words. Tora and you are school teachers. You teach kids from four to five years old, while Tora decided to teach bigger kids, between nine and ten years old. Again, Kira is the opposite of you two. She is the one with a Stylist major and a very successful career in the fashion industry and all the juicy back stage details.

"No, but a bit of love won't hurt," you say feeling in high spirits even though the news of a big and detrimental change in society had just been announced.

"You kinky Miss Y/L/N, I love you," Kira says in a very seductive low tone of voice as you gasp and Tora erupts in a fit of laughter. She was clearly referring to you as your position of teacher, and that is something no joke should come from. You work with kids, for God's sake!

"Don't you ever say that again!" You protest, trying not to laugh thanks to Tora's contagious one.

"You love me, still." Kira's tone of matter of fact makes you shake your head smiling. These women were your salvation.

“I have an amazing idea!" Suddenly Tora yells in excitement, and you already see it coming, "Let’s say goodbye to Y/N's so beloved freedom and welcome the new hot and lickable male heroes and future husbands in a very 'Trick Trio' way!” You roll your eyes.

No. Never ask about Tora's way of calling your three person friendship. EVER.

You fake a tired sigh but then smile, “Pizza and anime?”

“Pizza and anime, baby!” Kira yells back, and you can hear their high-five through the phone.

See? How could you not be friends with them? They are definitely what you consider the sisters you never had.

"What if I get paired with Chargebolt… Or! What if it's Red Riot!" Tora's steps are little jumps as she walks in the middle looking like a kid who is about to be taken to their favorite toy shop. Her excitement is completely shared with Kira's, but the last one has more self consciousness and just chooses to smile as she walks as elegantly as always.

You sigh. It's not that you're completely against this atrocious law. It's more the part in which you don't have any say or choose in it. What if you end up with someone mean? Or a secret villain? Or what if it's someone who is horrible with kids?!

You were not going to repeat your mom's history. Or so you hoped.

"You know what would be cool? Marrying Red Riot's abbs. Oh, what would I give to sit on that hot and sexy table."

You frown. How…? Why…? You shake your head. You are better not asking.

Being friends with those two taught you way more things than you expected. One of them was that there were times when you didn't need to know or to understand everything they talked about. This was one.

"You know what's hotter? Dynamight's biceps." Tora contributes as their destination appears at the distance. "My hottest scenario includes Dynamight coming back from work, all sweaty and buffy and making me lick his biceps. Oh, I would gladly die for them."

The imagery makes you gag.

"That's disgusting, Tora," Kira says, surprising you and Tora herself. Kira is always up for nasty and dirty scenarios with the Pro Heroes they like. It's a bit weird that she is not on board with whatever Tora's vivid imagination comes up with. But suddenly, she smiles and looks sideways to her two friends, "I love it."

You roll your eyes for the nth time as Tora beams in the next thing Kira says, "My hottest scenario includes Deku smashing my ass to Detroit." She smiles proudly as Tora groans.

The imagery again makes you wince.

"I swear… those big, powerful hands, ugh."

You do not engage in this type of conversations. Not because you don't find some of this generation of Pro Heroes attractive, they are; and the way that they risk their own lives for the country is very admirable. It's just that you don't follow each thing they do, nor actually know much of them. Of course, you hear the stories of how they defeated some big villains –or even helped a nanny cross the street– through your two obsessed friends and the kids at school that idolized them. But even then, when the news on the TV turns into Heroes feats, you simply change the channel or even turn it off. You have better things to do, honestly.

Your friends keep going on their fake scenarios talk as you three approach the door to the big and ostentatious hospital where the tests for The Pairing are carried out. They are simple blood and Quirk tests, nothing too complicated. From what the old man in the conference said, it was mostly to analyze the physical aspects of each individual to pair them with the best possible counterpart that would have the chance to fertilize the egg on one hundred percent of success. Yes, those are the exact words he used. And the very small, tiny letters in between the lines said: to create humans with the best Quirks ever known.

Of course, no one would ever admit that.

You hmm to something Tora asks your agreement for, not really paying attention to what is the conversation about now.

You don't have a very useful Quirk; not that the thought of becoming a Hero has ever crossed your mind. In fact, being raised by a man like your grandps actually opened your eyes and never even the intention to know more about Heroes in general crossed your mind. So, you really doubt you would ever get paired with some Pro Hero. You're mostly sure that they will be very selective in that aspect. A useless Quirk like yours, which gave you the ability to create illusions, more specifically in paper –you had only once tried it on thin air, and you almost die; so nothing else but paper, thank you very much–, will get nowhere near a Quirk like the oh, all mighty and greatest Pro Hero Deku, for example.

As you look side eye to your friends, and knowing the type of Quirks they have –and their eternal fantasy over Pro Heroes–, you realize you don't have it in you to pop their delusional and warm looking bubble. They are happy in their bubble, and you love seeing them happy.

But the fact remains. They would never pair them with Pro Heroes.

Kira's Quirk consisted in her having the ability to manipulate small things with her fingers from a distance. It had helped her a lot in her career, especially when the time to apply makeup to her clients or even herself came. The distance wasn't much, a couple of feets away, but she said she had never been able to move anything bigger than an eye brush or a pencil. Nevertheless from a very far away distance. She is okay with it though, she is still a hot badass successful woman. You are so proud of her. In Tora's case, she could make letters on the school board or actually any surface grow bigger, but she had never tried it anywhere else. She always says that she's better not having a cool, massive Quirk, or she would be insufferably annoying to everyone. Something you do believe with all your might.

You are so immersed in your thoughts that you hear Tora's warning of "Y/N!" late. You collide with a strong wall, your nose hurting thanks to it. You actually have to rub it to alleviate the pain, already feeling the redness there. But when you open your eyes you realize that the wall turned out not to be a wall, but a man. A huge man. He is the biggest man you have ever stood close to. Tall, almost three heads over yours, arms that looked like big rocks thanks to the thickness. His face is handsome, strong jaw and fine lines that accentuated the elegance in any spot you looked at in his face.

But all that handsomeness is slightly uglied by the deep scowl in his eyebrows.

"Watch where you're going, grub."

His bark almost goes unnoticed by the thickness in his voice that makes you tingle in places it shouldn't. But as he walks past you, you realize what he said… Did he just…?

"Did you just call me a grub?"

He doesn't reply to you, but he does look slightly back at you and you see the corner of his mouth lift a slight centimeter in a smirk.

"Oh, fuck you, asshole!"

You yell as he simply walks out of the building through the door, not troubled at all by your insult.

What a stupid jerk.

"I'm on your side, I'll forever, always be on your side," Tora appears suddenly next to you, her hand grabbing yours as you watch the jerk walk away, "but that was a fine, delectable man that you just insulted very out loud in the middle of a Hospital reception."

"He started it." You defend yourself before turning around and walking towards the counter, trying to ignore all the stares in your direction.

You hear both of your friends sigh in delight as they keep staring at the guy.

"Traitors." You shake your head, receiving the form you had to complete from the receptionist. You wanted to get out of that Hospital as soon as possible.

Two hours later, you were sitting in front of an old lady who looked at you like you had just been the shit she accidentally stepped on outside, and it was your fault. By the white doctor's gown she wears, and the little medal of the government attached to the right pocket of the gown, it isn't difficult to comprehend that she is the medical scientist in charge of the whole Pairing part of the law.

"Your test results are good. All functioning well and wealthy. You are fertile." Her robot tone makes you angry, and you want to protest so hard about all this protocol bullshit–about the whole fucking law! But for some reason, you can't take your eyes from the big, heary looking mole that stands on her face, right next to her nose on the left side.

You can even hear Kira in your head, "That is an uuuuuugly mole. I mean, the woman is ugly, but that mole makes it worse. Like a witch. A witches face indeed. Would her Quirk be a witch?" And you can hear Tora laughing at Kira's words. And you feel bad about thinking about all of this as the woman speaks.

"It won't take long to find a perfect match for your eggs." You visibly wince at her words.

"The fact that you people call it egg, only makes me feel like a chicken being prepared to–..."

"A chicken would be able to find itself a partner faster than you. Your age and still no children? You're clearly the problem, not your body."

You're sitting perplexed in your seat. The hot, very fucking hot sensation of letting yourself explode in anger travelling up your body. Who the fuck does she think she is?

Now you definitely don't feel bad about your thoughts.

She sighs, tiredly and annoying at your mere presence, "You shall receive a letter in the span of three to five days with the results. There will also be the date in which you'll have to meet your husband with the representative governor who will make you sign the contract."

She closes your chart and puts it away, then she looks boringly at you, expecting you to go.

The venom is right at your tongue, and you can't go without saying anything to this… horrible woman.

"I'm twenty five years old, and I haven't had kids because I made the choice not to. You're almost sixty, what's your excuse?"

Hell, you don't know if she has or not kids of her own, but by the expression on her face, eyes and mouth opening wide in indignance, says you have just spot on the right thing to say.

You smile, big and fakingly charming, as you stand and leave the doctor's office without giving her a chance to say anything else.

Once you're outside, you swear loudly. You just dug your own grave. Fuck.

Two days later, a letter was left in your mailbox. It had the signature of the Government so it wasn't difficult to comprehend that it was about this freaking law. You don't open it though until you're inside your apartment. You leave it at the table, while throwing your bag and tote bag with the Tupperware of the day inside, over the couch. You need to firstly freshen up before you get into your house duties.

You turn on the TV, news channel currently going, and walk towards your room to get changed. Thanks to the small apartment you own, you don't need to have the TV very loud to be able to hear it from your room. You leave alone, you don't need much or a bigger space.

"It happened again! Heroes Deku and Dynamight saved the day once more! A group of synchronized villains attack the Central Bank of Tokyo, witnesses say–..."

You huff, not really paying attention anymore. It's not that you aren't interested in what happened, you'll know either way tomorrow when Tora goes on about it, all day.

Once you're more comfortable, you walk back to the living room/kitchen, grab your tote bag so you put all the Tupperware to wash, still news of heroes on the TV that you really don't pay attention to. When that's done, tote bag folded back in its drawer and everything cleaned up, you turn and see the letter. You sigh, grab it and walk to the couch to sit.

"On other news, the Law is already taking effect in our country. Today, after five days of the official announcement, the first three couples have signed the Contracts after being Paired. All of the males are Heroes."

"Do you think it is a coincidence?" Comments the other journalist of the show.

"I don't think it is. It's clear that Heroes have the pressure to make this work alongside the government," answers another, to whom you snort in agreement.

"I agree. I don't know if it's by duty or support, but in the end, they are like us, don't you think?"

They kept talking about it as you opened the envelope in your hands and read its content.

'Ms Y/L/N, the government it's pleased to announce that your results have been Paired. We happily wait for you on the following date to meet your Paired to officially place a date for your Contracts.'

You feel like vomiting.

Shit, it's happening faster than you thought.

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writingforatwistedworld · 1 year

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Feedback would be great as I am still very insecure in my skills writing longer fics.

You can find the first part here on AO3.

Otome au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, obsession, possessiveness

Sweet poison-Pt. 2 (preview)

If Vil could turn back time he would.

Hearing something tear the young King looked down at the paper laying in front of him, his writing feather piercing through, leaving a giant tear in the document. If he had known how hard it would have been making sure that he would survive and come out as the winner, the survivor, on top was something he had imagined a bit easier. And it was easy, at the beginning at least.

When Rook told him that smaller Nobles were starting to get dissatisfied with their as good as non-existing influence over the political happenings he had laughed. This had been the moment when he had thought that thing would come and go. Fast and without any trace once this was over. But no. A new player had entered the stage, involuntarily involving themselves with the plot, his plan.

He had started watching you out of pure curiosity. You had become something unpredictable in all of this. A green contrast to his own purple. But ok. Good. He was flexible. Vil thought that you would be just like any other servant, minding your own business but then you got close to Neige. And you didn’t even mean to.

To show his brother that the world was much darker than he thought it was, always seeing everything in a good light, Vil had ordered him to work. Being the shunned one out of the half-siblings Vil had always known that the servants would use you whenever they saw it fit and you would let them. Sooner than later he was instead of just polishing silverware cleaning the entirety of the courtyard. Foolish brother of his.

And then you came and helped him. In the beginning it was just a nice gesture. Helping him collecting all the small branches that had broken off of the trees but soon there was something akin to a friendship between the two of you. Neige, in his usual ignorant ways, brought books to read with you after the two of you were done.

Usually, commoners weren’t able to read so Vil thought that Neige ended back then his only friendship, you seeing this as something offensive. As if the young man was trying to put himself over you in social standing. But there you were, reading it to him without any struggle. That was when Vil saw that you weren’t like the other servants.

And this was also how he started to watch you more and more, through his mirror of course. You could only stare at a person so long until they noticed. Soon this became one of his daily activities. Laughing at the jokes you made, listening to your worries and making sure that you were at least treated politely by the others. Not like anyone was rude to you in the first place but one does never know.

Then the day came. The day on which Neige gave you his name. Only his first one, even his brother had enough sense to stop himself from giving you his family name since those were only reserved for people with titles. But Vil saw that you knew. That small slip-up was enough for you to realize that the person in front of you was at least of somewhat importance. He also knew that you would be even more of an enigma for him if you didn’t share things about yourself with Neige, and also with him, Vil.

The small distance the dark-haired male had to you was something that ignited the fire in his stomach even more. He as an onlooker could only dream of getting this close to you but it wasn’t like he could change anything about that. “Rook, I know that you are there. Come out.”

Appearing seemingly out of thin air the famed hunter made himself present. Vil never showed it but as always he was impressed with the skills of the blonde. If he didn’t know any better he might have confused him with an assassin sent after his head. “Oui? Is there something I can do for you?”

Placing his hand against the glass the king looked down at his brother and the individual he was so interested in. “Separate them and whilst you are already on your way, bring Epel here. There is something I need him to do.”

And oh, was it a glorious moment when your gazes crossed for the first time. To be fair, it couldn’t be a good thing for you, panic evident on your face, stumbling back into the castle all whilst thinking that you would be safe from his gaze in there. But you weren’t. You never were. All those times he watched you, you being oblivious to the eyes gazing through the mirror upon you whilst you traveled through dreamland.

And even Vil could see that his behavior wasn’t exactly “elegant” or “gentleman-like”. In fact, he sometimes was disgusted by himself but a desperate situation calls for desperate measurements. Apparently watching you like a hawk was one of those. But this couldn’t go on for all eternity (or rather as long as the two of you lived. Not everyone was like the king beyond the roses).

Turning his gaze towards the servant in the corner he took note of his position. But of course, he was close to him, always ready to do what he wanted, and easy to monitor. Perhaps this was the solution. Perhaps he just needed you as one of his closest servants. Perhaps this waste of space behind him was not as loyal as he claimed? Well, not that Vil card anyways. Soon that position would be free and you were ready to fill in.

Motioning with his fingers forward the poor soon-to-be framed commoner stepped closer. “I think it is time for us to allow others to rise in their qualifications. Did you see them? Train them. Do not waste time. I do not want to hear an excuse why you can’t.”

As he heard the door shut behind the man another standing right beside Vil took his attention. Smiling he focused on the violet-haired individual. “Epel, I think there is something I need you to do and prepare for…”

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acourtofthought · 8 months

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just realizing again how little az seems to actually care to get to know elain or be around her at all lmao. and also how little elain seems to want to get to know or be around him either. you mean they've had like, a year and a half or whatever to become friends (which no one would have objected to at all and would have been the perfect opportunity to "start something") but only share few words and a hand brush here and there?? weak lol. "four books of build up" my ass.

If people looked back over the book and I mean really looked back over the book, they'd see that E/riel interactions fall flat every time. I think their lengthiest conversation occurred back in ACOMAF and that was when Az was explaining how Illyrians felt about flying even though Feyre acknowledges Az probably doesn't feel half those things because he doesn't like to consider himself Illyrian.

They sit silently in the garden together.

She says nothing to him after the rescue from Hybern's camp. Kisses his cheek then walks away while he's about to fall over.

She tells him she doesn't know how to use TT and he doesn't offer to show her. Instead he says nothing and Feyre responds.

He says "Hello" at Solstice, Elain responds that she'd never been to one and Az fails to continue the conversation. Instead Amren does.

And for anyone claiming, "it's not his fault since Amren jumped in", I think it's important to remember that the author chose to write it so Az and Elain never share more than a comment or two. There is no back and forth banter, there's no pushing for a deeper connection. Their interactions are surface level and minimal.

When Elain says "hello" at the dinner in the novella, Az "says nothing" and instead walks over to take the dish out of her hand then orders her to sit.

In SF, Az smiles at Elain and Elain looks away from him.

She "shyly" nods to Az. (really, they're just painful to watch together. It's like watching your kid have their first crush where they have no clue how to interact or carry on a conversation).

When they are finally alone, after knowing one another for over a year, there's a lot of "Az left the rest unsaid" and Elain being nervous around him. Their entire relationship is built on a few glances with barely a total of 14 sentences exchanged over the entirety of the series.

Over the course of the series, they've talked about Illyrians flying. Headache powder. Seeds. Earplugs, Nesta and Cassian and her pretty necklace.

They have NEVER talked about Graysen, the fights she and Nesta had in SF, the loss of her father, her mating bond, his past with Mor, her powers, etc. Nothing of real substance.

In SF, SJM could have EASILY written the scene where Rhys, Cassian and AZ were in the room with Elain after her visit to the HOW and had Az ask what happened with Nesta. SJM could have easily written it so Az defended Elain during the fight with Nesta. Where she could have later had Az stand up for Elain rather than having Amren being the one to tell everyone not to underestimate her. We have never witnessed Az trying to know Elain better or be the one standing up for her when others doubted her.

Cassian knew Nesta for a few weeks in his ACOMAF bonus chapter yet he already found out about Tomas and what he tried to do to her (though not his actual name). He asked her what she deserved. He tried to pull her out of her cold shell by calling her out for certain behaviors.

In ACOWAR, we see that he's constantly trying to get her to train, to face her powers.

In ACOFAS, he calls her out for her behavior to Feyre.

Nessian has always been a bit volatile towards one another but they don't pull punches and tiptoe around and that's even with Nesta refusing to open up to him.

We saw that a bit with Elucien in ACOWAR when he broke the rules and stuck around to talk to her in the library but most of their time in ACOWAR was spent being forced apart by the sisters. Then, in the novella he respected Elain's desire to not interact with him.

In comparison, Elain is actually willing to talk to Az but Az chooses to avoid her and neither Elain or Az makes any attempt to have a real conversation with one another. Because it's not brought up, I think E/riels like to live in a bubble where they think Elain and Az have no real problems aside from their desire to be together but the facts are that they individually have a whole list of personal issues and that they have never bothered trying to get the other to face them is telling.

Cassian ignored Nesta's wishes to be left alone and pushed her to talk anyway.

Lucien respects Elain's wishes to be left alone and has not pushed her. But he has a direct link to her mind through their bond and that means he knows more about her than anyone. Just like Rhys says "he knows Feyre, more than she realizes". Just like Cassian always saw Nesta for who she was beneath the front she put up. It doesn't matter how much the female is willing to share, a mate has a front row seat anyways.

Elain is willing to interact with Az, she's never pushed him away, yet Az and Elain are still completely clueless as to who the other person really is.

#anti e/riel #pro elucien

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sillygoose067 · 26 days

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Over the 7 Seas

Ch.15

Charles Leclerc x Reader

“Bienvenue Monsieur Leclerc!”, the attendant at the entrance of the car museum greets.

“Bienvenue Jaques”, Charles acknowledges with a nod. “Je vais juste faire visiter à un invité” (I’m just going to give a guest a tour).

Then, he takes you by your (still) interlocked hands, and guides you toward the showroom. You’re greeted by the sight of rows upon rows of cars of different models, designs, colors.

Charles begins telling you the history of each vehicle and which iconic drivers owned them. You nodded along and tried to understand as best as possible while he explained excitedly.

At last, you reached the end of the hall. Charles stops and takes a deep inhale. He seemed to be reminiscing about something. He lets go of your hand and walks slowly toward the last car; it seemed to be the most recent addition in comparison to the rest of the garage.

“This is the car that helped me win my first podium”, he tells you in an emotional voice. “I know that most people think that it is the drivers that make most of the effort to win, but I feel like the car should also get some of the credit. Without it, I would not even be on the track, you understand?” He runs his fingers over the paint of the car, then turns to you with an apologetic expression on his face. “I’m sorry if I was just ranting the entirety of today, you probably do not even like cars– I probably bored you today”.

You reach for him and hug his arm. Bold move. “Charles, I was no such thing”, you scold him. “En fait, c'était incroyable de vous voir si passionnés (In fact, it was incredible seeing you so passionate). It felt like I was getting to see an intimate piece of you”.

“Does this mean we can go see your studio the next time we go out?”

You beam at him. “Si c'est ce que vous voulez, je peux le faire (If that’s what you want, I can manage that).”

He contemplates on something as the two of you make your way out of the garage. “You know, I love spending my free time playing piano and trying to compose. Do you think you could help me with the compositions and recording?”

You look up to him in surprise. “Of course! Why did you not tell me earlier you played? I’d love to hear”.

He blushes and shrugs. “Eh, I am not the best player. I do not get a lot of time to practice, but I play when I can. It’s the only moment of… slow and relaxed… I can seem to get in my life”.

You make a sound of understanding.

…

After leaving the museum, you head to grab a bite for lunch. You get a sandwich and fries, while Charles orders a steak. You catch him staring while you eat. “Is something wrong?”

“Non, je me réjouissais de vous voir manger un vrai repas. (No, I was enjoying watching you eat a proper meal). Most of my past girlfriends ordered salads and fruit cups, and still barely touched those. It makes me feel better that you are not afraid to show me your true appetite”.

You giggle. “Vous pouvez être sûrs que je ne refuserai jamais de la bonne nourriture! (You can be sure that I will never turn down good food!)” Then you pause. “Did- Did you just call me your girlfriend?”

He freezes. “Ah- I apologize, it just slipped out. I was going to ask you on our next date, but it seems that I was too excited. Would you still be willing to be my girlfriend?” He asks hopefully.

You fidget with your fingers. You were quite likened to the idea, but did you really want to rush into something like this? Even though you were still getting to know each other, you wouldn’t hesitate to say that Charles felt like someone you would be endgame with. Of course, this was strictly based off of vibes, but then again, when had they ever let you down? They led you to Marie and Leila, all the way to Monaco, and now, to Charles.

“I’m… not sure if I can be as good as your past girlfriends… I don’t have any experience. What if I do something wrong?”

“Chéri, that is why I like you so much, don’t you see? I don’t want you to be like all of them”.

“Then, yes”.

“Yes, as in you will be my girlfriend, or yes as in that’s why I like you?”

You reach over and smack him. “Aaah! Je ne savais pas que devenir ma petite amie te rendrait si violent! (I didn’t know that becoming my girlfriend would make you so violent!)”, he exclaims playfully in between chuckles.

You nudge his foot under the table as you blush all the way to your ears. “Does this mean I get to hold your hand whenever I want?”

“You are so cute mon ange, Oui, ça veut dire que tu peux me tenir la main quand tu veux. Tu es maintenant à moi (Yes, that means you can hold my hand whenever. You are now mine)”. His eyes flash possessively. “Let me know when you feel comfortable telling the public.”

“Yes, I think we should keep this undercovers for a couple of months first”, you agree.

…

“Hé, petit ami (Hey, boyfriend)”

“Hé, petite amie (Hey, girlfriend)”

You giggle and swing your joined arms in giddiness. “Thank you for today”.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #fluff #smut #f1 #formula 1

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Our Love Story

Part 3: Bad day

Part 2 - Part 4

Eddie Munson x bookworm!reader (gn)

TW: Bullying

WC: ≈1.2K

Based on our song by Taylor Swift

Ever since this night on the phone with Eddie, you call almost every night, even when you spent the day together you call. Eddie and you hate being apart from each other and if you could, you would be attached by the hip. Even in high school we don’t often see one of you without the other. Eddie ‘s friend accepted you despite the fact that you don’t know about D&D and you even came to watch one of their campaign night. When Eddie plan on skipping, he always tells you, so you don’t worry. He also takes you home almost every day, which is something you look forward to every day. People’s constant remarks on you or your relationship with Eddie start to wear on you. You’re lucky that Eddie tries to make up for every single remark by praising you and hugging you. By reassuring you that you’re an amazing person. But even with Eddie trying to make up for it, some days, it is harder to ignore the constant bullying of the basketball team. What you hate the most isn’t when they badmouth you, no. What you hate the most is where they insult Eddie or your relationship. It hurts that people do not go beyond Eddie’s name and appearance. Also, Eddie and you never fought yet, you’re always on the same page and when one of you does something the other doesn’t you communicate. You know it’s hard for Eddie given his childhood, but he really does his best. It warms your heart to see how hard he tries to make it work between the two of you.

Today, Eddie wasn’t in High School, he decided to skip all day without even telling you. You’re not mad at him for skipping but you’re a bit mad at him for not telling you he would skip today. You spent the entire day alone, like your old self, and even when Eddie’s friends tried to reach out to you, you gently turned them down. The only person you want to see today is Eddie and if he isn’t here then you’re going to spend the day alone. At lunch you went to the library and drowned yourself in reading to forget the stinging truth that Eddie isn’t here with you. When the bell ring and you go to class, the entire basketball team and some cheerleaders are waiting for you. One of them makes you trip, and you fall face flat on the ground. All the other ones start laughing and your books are all over the ground. You get up, trying not to show how much it affects you. You pick up your books and go to your locker in order to take the right books for your next classes.

You go to class and when you come into the classroom, you hear several people giggling and whispering among them.

Jason Carver, the captain of the basketball team says. “So, your freak isn’t here to protect you today. Too bad”. At the end of his sentence, he mimics a pout and everyone in the room starts giggling.

You take your seat at the front of the classroom and waits for the teacher to arrive. You usually don’t get their words get to you, but it never went as far as making you trip. You will yourself not to cry during the entirety of the class, and for once, when the bell rings, you’re the first one to leave the classroom. You hurry to the toilets and lock yourself in one of them. You even skip your next classes for the day, which is unusual for you, and wait in the bathroom, praying that Eddie is going to pick you up despite the fact that he wasn’t in class today.

When the final bell rings, you hurry to the parking lot. When you don’t see Eddie’s van, you’re a bit disappointed but tell yourself that he might be late. While you’re waiting some cheerleaders starts circling you and throwing mean words at you. You can’t even make out the words as a wave of anxiety is washing over you. Thank God Gareth and Jeff were passing by and did their best to defend you. The girls ended up leaving and Gareth looks at you concerned. “Are you okay?” He asks.

All you can do is nod, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. Gareth lets you a moment to calm down, and when your breathing start returning to normal, he asks. “Do you want us do call Eddie? Can we do something to help.”

You shake your head no. “’s fine… ‘m fine. Thanks” you say while sniffling. Gareth nods. You don’t know it, but the first thing Gareth is going to do after living High School will be calling Eddie to tell him what happened, Gareth doesn’t care that you didn’t want to tell Eddie, he’d be a bad friend to the both of you if he kept it to himself.

You start walking home, but before going home you decide to go to Lover’s Lake to take time for yourself. Today was the worse day of your entire High School career. You sit on the lake’s edge and start reading your book. You stay there for an hour, and when the sun starts setting you decide that it’s time to go home. You take your book and your bag and walk in the direction of your house.

You walk up the front step, exhausted by everything that happened that day. You realize that you were lost without Eddie and even though you don’t regret dating him, you finally realize all the bullying that comes with dating him. You cross your hallway bag and emotions heavy on you. You directly go to your bed and do not notice the roses on your bedside table. You bury your head in your pillow and start having a good cry. After several minutes of crying, you get up from your bed and go to your bathroom, still not noticing the roses. You take a hot shower to relax, brush and braid your hair. Then you come back to your bedroom, and on your way to your loving bed, you almost don’t notice the roses again. You stop in your tracks as soon as you notice them. You smell them and then notice the little note attached to it. You unfold the note and read it.

I’m sorry for not coming to High School today, Sweets, and I’m sorry for everything you’ve experienced. I wish I was there, and I would understand if you were mad at me, but I’m sincerely sorry. I love you with all my heart and I’ll make it up to you. Never forget that you’re stronger than you think. Promise I’ll be here tomorrow. Love you. -Eds

You read the note over and over again and you start sobbing at the sweetness in the note. Later that night, after dinner, you called Eddie to tell him that even if you were mad at him in the beginning, everything is fine between the two of you. You thank him for the flowers as well as the notes and tell him how much you love him. He let you cry over the phone when you recount the events of today and he ends the call by reading a Stephen King book to you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson is a sweetheart #our love story series #based on a song #Spotify

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dreamedofyou · 2 years

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Porsche & Smoking

I've been thinking about Porsche and his smoking habits ever since we saw him say he wanted to quit smoking in ep 8. I can't help but shake the feeling that it's one of those details to help us understand him better and showcase his character development (because why else would they have included that line, right?).

Putting it under a cut just in case some people feel like it's clogging up the tag/their dash.

The first time we see Porsche smoke is after he's had sex with a bar customer and I thought nothing of it at the time, apart from seeing it as just one of his habits (it was the first episode, so both of the main characters were still getting established, meaning it's not unusual for directors/writers to include a scene of someone smoking for no other purpose than to establish someone is a smoker).

However, the more episodes I'd seen, the more it seemed to me that there was a pattern emerging. Namely, that we see Porsche smoke after a stressful situation or whenever he's in emotional turmoil a lot. For example, this is the case in episode 2 after the apple shooting incident.

The first thing he does after the adrenaline wears off and his fear catches up to him is grab a smoke, which is very telling. It shows the audience that Porsche alleviates stress through smoking. Cigarettes help him calm down (which is not uncommon among smokers, at least those I know irl) and take some of that edge off. In other words, he needs a smoke to cope.

From this point on, the idea is reinforced in several of the scenes in which Porsche smokes. That time when he can't bear watching Pete and Ken beat up the man disloyal to Kinn's family in ep 3? The first thing he does after Pete takes him outside is indulge in a cigarette, and based on his expression and the way he takes that drag you can just tell he felt relief, like he couldn't wait to do it in order to ease his mind.

The bathroom breakdown in ep 5? Which is arguably the scene in which he's hit his lowest point so far, mentally speaking? He smokes.

Actually, throughout the entirety of episode 5 Porsche only ever grabs a cigarette when he gets emotionally overwhelmed in some way. He's clearly struggling during the scene where he tries to hook up with a random bar customer again. He isn't in the mood to do that when Yok points him in the woman's direction but he goes for it anyway. He tries so hard to convince himself that he can go back to doing what he's always done, that Kinn having sex with him hasn't affected him in the way it has. So when he fails, when he can't "perform" like he's done countless times before and the woman walks away, which leaves him with nothing but his distraught emotions, he immediately turns to smoking again.

(I love this image so much because it really shows the turmoil he's feeling in this moment.)

Now, all of that isn't to say he only ever smokes whenever he's stressed, because there are times when he goes for a casual smoke, but such is the nature of smokers. Sometimes they'll smoke just because they need/want a cigarette. Even during a few of those scenes, however, there's an underlying presence of stress or unease in his life.

(This is him smoking just before the confrontation with Macau in ep 2. Remember, Porsche has had a really rough time throughout the episode getting used to a completely new world and messing up a lot. So he was definitely going through it mentally.)

(The party in episode 7 was right after quite possibly the most dangerous mission Porsche has been a part of since working for the Theerapanyakul family, so letting loose with the help of cigarettes and alcohol after coming back from such a high-stakes situation feels natural.)

Anyways, I'd like to come back to the scene I mentioned in my very first sentence – the one that prompted me to start thinking about Porsche's relationship with smoking in the first place and write this whole thing.

The implications of him thinking about quitting are, imo, huge, because quitting cigarettes also means throwing away one of his coping methods, the thing that grounds him when he feels too on edge. So maybe, just maybe that's because he's starting to feel like he doesn't need to cope anymore. Whether that's because he doesn't feel as stressed/anxious anymore (he's been really happy and full of joy during ep 8 prior to the scene above) or because he's found something (or someone) that helps calm him down instead, it's all due to his relationship with Kinn.

(What does he do when he's deathly afraid of being haunted by Tawan's ghost? Smoke to calm down? Or call Kinn?)

The fact that he wants to quit smoking for the first time ever (as far as we've seen) indicates that he feels happier, calmer and in a much better mental state in general.

Too bad we all know it won't last. 🙃

#idk I just wanted to talk about how Porsche smoking is portrayed in the series and what that might say for the character #maybe I'm overanalysing but isn't that what we're all here for?#kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche meta #(should I even tag this as meta?)#(I really enjoyed taking screenshots of Porsche smoking btw 👀)#porsche #porsche pitchaya

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Jessie's Girl

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Based on the song "Jessie Girl" by Rick Springfield

fake dating trope/ friends to lovers

summary: Y/n originally became friends with Steve because of her boyfriend Jessie. Steve was on the team with Jessie and one night during a celebration party, Steve and y/n met and soon became thick as thieves. Though Steve didn't originally plan to have a crush on y/n his feelings for her slowly developed even as he watched her and Jessie be Hawkins High's number one couple ... he also watched the two of them break up and get back together over and over again. So, when the two of them broke up and y/n showed up at his door on a Saturday morning asking for him to pretend to date her to make Jessie jealous, he was shocked to say the least.

warnings: swearing and a toxic relationship, let em know if I missed anything

“I’ll Play Along With This Charade.”

When Steve first met you, he thought you were the most annoying person he had ever met. You were always hanging off the arm of your boyfriend, his teammate, and friend, Jessie. Whether it be at a party after basketball games or just during school, you never left his side. Well, that was a year ago and a lot can change in a year. In that year, you and Steve had become thick as thieves as he was always the one defending you in the arguments between you and Jessie. Jessie would find anything to argue about, but you couldn't seem to give up on him and he could never seem to stay away from you. In that year, you and Jessie had broken up and gotten back together about 8 times. In that year, Steve had developed a crush on you, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it because you were his best friend and Jessie’s girl.

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You showed up on Steve’s doorstep on a chilly December afternoon. It was the Sunday after the winter formal and you were an absolute wreck. Jessie had decided that last night, in front of the entirety of Hawkins High, he would break up with you for the now ninth time in the past year. At first, you didn't care, you thought it was just another repeat in your on and off cycle, but Jessie quickly made it clear that was not the case.

You were standing there in front of the punch bowl, mid-argument with Jessie. Of course, he found something wrong with this perfect night. He was complaining about how your dress, which he absolutely loved three hours ago, was just far too “slutty” for you to be wearing. The dress was fine, maybe the top was cut a little low, but it looked great on you. So, in order to defend yourself, and your almost $100 dollar dress, you argued back. Mentioning how when he picked you up he was fine with the dress. He continued to argue, saying that you were just asking to be broken up with tonight.

“Y’know, y/n. A girlfriend that actually loves me wouldn't fucking wear this dress, let alone argue with me about it. You are just begging for me to break up with you.”

You could tell he was drunk. The punch was spiked, which is why you had barely drank your cup, but Jessie had downed at least 5 cups. You knew his words meant nothing, but they still hurt. Before you could even think about your actions, you threw your drink on him before turning to go sit on the bleachers.

“Great move, y/n. Well, guess what?” He yelled at you basically halfway across the gym. “We’re done.”

“Oh whatever, Jessie! You don't fucking mean that! You never do!” You yelled back at him. There was a twinge of both anger and sadness in your voice.

“Oh, this time I do. I’m not gonna take you back when you come crawling back to me this time.” A hearty laugh left his mouth after that statement, which was followed by gasps and laughs from the rest of the student body. Instead of heading to sit on the bleachers, you stormed out of the gym. The walk home wouldn't be bad as you didn't live too far from the school, but damn having to walk about half a mile in heels was atrocious. You cried the whole way home. Typically when the two of you broke up, you never cried as you always knew that you guys would be back together within the week. This time, it felt different. He said it himself he wasn’t taking you back. So, when you got home, you spent until midnight crying. Then you spent the time until you fell asleep concocting a plan to get him back.

Now you were here. Standing on the porch of Steve Harrington’s house just about breaking the doorbell with the way you had aggressively rung it multiple times. Finally, you were greeted by the familiar face of Steve. He looked like a wreck, he must be massively hungover from the night before. You assumed he had just woken up since he was still in his pajamas and his voice was still filled with sleep. He leaned against the door frame, a hand to his forehead. Yea, he was definitely hungover.

“Christ, Steve. You look like a damn mess.” You pushed past him into his house.

“Wow, good morning to you too, y/n. Thank you for completely interrupting my Sunday hangover sleep time.” He closed the door before turning around to you. You were now sitting on his couch flipping through the channels to see if you could catch the Sunday cartoons before they went off at noon. “Did you come over just to watch cartoons because I know damn well-”

“Shut up Steve. I didn't come over here just for cartoons. I have a proposition for you.” Finally landing on the cartoon channel, you set the remote down and leaned back. “Will you go out with me?”

“What?” Steve just about choked on his words. He looked away to cover the blush creeping across his face. He has wanted to hear you say those words for so long, but it didn't feel right hearing them. There wasn't the actual meaning behind them, he could hear it in your voice.

“Not, like, for real. Like, pretend to date me.” Steve was baffled by how you said those words so nonchalantly as if they were words you would often say to eachother often.

“Why?” He finally came over and sat next to you on the couch, leaning back as well.

“Well…” You took a deep breath knowing that this was going to be hard to explain. “Last night, you obviously heard the argument between Jessie and I, hell half the high school heard it. I know we're like magnets, can't keep us apart for long, but this time felt different. You heard him, Steve. He said he isn’t going to take me back. Yea, I know we probably have the shittiest relationship, but I love him. So, last night after walking home from the dance-”

“You walked home from the dance? Why didn't you get me, I could've driven you home?” Steve interrupted you, not letting you finish.

“Well, Steve, you were obviously inebriated. I wasn't gonna get in the car with you. Besides, I live close, it wasn't bad.” You winced thinking about the blisters on your feet from the walk home in heels. “Anyways, continuing with my story. I came up with a plan. I wanna make Jessie Keiser jealous and you’re gonna help me.” You wagged a finger at him. “I need you to pretend like after the dance you practically rescued me and I fell at your feet.”

“No, y/n. I’m not gonna do that. It’ll make you look bad.” Steve furrowed his brows. He wasn't going to tell you that the other reason why he wasn't going to do that was because of his massive crush on you.

“It’ll make me look like I don't care. Besides, chicks dig the hero type. Girls will be practically throwing themselves at you if it looks like you played hero for me.” You raised your eyebrows at him as if that was an obvious fact. “Please, Steve.” Your voice was softer now. “I know it’s stupid, but I need Jessie back. Okay, not need, but want. He’s the first guy to ever show me real love and I don't think I’m gonna get that anywhere else. Hell, he took my virginity, Steve. That has to mean something right? I just, I don't know. I feel like if he and I keep making our way back to each other, we’re meant to be.” You were now staring at your hands that were intertwined in your lap.

“You’ll find somebody else out there that’ll love you as much, possibly even more than he did.” Steve sighed. He knew he could be that person, but he wasn’t going to say it. He saw the desperate look in your eyes. You really wanted Jessie back that badly. “But…I’ll do it.”

Eyes wide, you tackled Steve from the side to give him a hug. “Thank you, Stevie.” He loved it when you called him that. Especially now, it was a sign that you were going back to your normal cheery self.

“If we're gonna do this, we gotta talk about boundaries though. Like, what does our fake relationship entail.” Steve wrapped his arms around you to return the hug.

You sat back with an impish grin on your face. “I’ve got ideas already, Steve. I think you should drive me to school like you did with Nance. It won't be much gas since I live close, but I’ll still give you gas money for driving me. Also, you could walk me to first period and 5th period after lunch. Jessie used to do that.”

“I could move to sit next to you in English and History.” Steve offered up his idea. This would definitely make Jessie jealous since he always sat next to you in English and History. Seeing his spot taken would piss him off.

“I like that idea.” You smiled at him. “Okay, uh what about nicknames? I mean I already call you Stevie, but you don't have a nickname for me.”

“I could just call you baby or babe. I’m not good at nicknames if you can't tell.” Steve scratched the back of his neck with an awkward smile.

You thought about it for a second. “I’m good with either of those. How do we feel about…PDA?” You knew this was going to be an awkward question, but if you wanted to make your relationship look real, there would have to be some PDA.

“Well.” Steve’s cheeks were red, he looked like a fire engine or a tomato. “What if I always had my arm around your waist or shoulder when we’re together or we could just hold hands.” Steve couldn't even look at you, he was so nervous. Of course, he dreamed about dating you and being able to have his arm around your waist or hold your hand, but telling you that he would want to do those things made him feel so awkward. He felt like a little boy again with a schoolyard crush.

“I’d be okay with that. Jessie never even held my hand when we walked in the halls, so it would be nice. Any of those options.” You cleared your throat. “So…kissing…what are we gonna do about that?” Suddenly, your hands seemed extremely interesting because you couldn't even look in Steves's direction when saying this. It was weird for you to ask your friend whether or not he wanted to kiss you, even if this was a fake relationship.

“We don't have to. I could maybe just place a kiss on your cheek or like the top of your head before we split up to head to our classes?” Steves's face was still very red, but you hadn't noticed as you were still staring at your hands.

“Yea, that works for me. I could give you a kiss on the cheek occasionally.” You now looked back up, but instead of looking at Steve, you stared at the cartoons on the tv. Heathcliff was playing. You loved that cartoon so much. You would watch it with Jessie on the mornings that you would wake up at his house after staying over. “I think that would be good. Anything else?”

Steve coughed a bit and decided to look at the tv too. “Not really related to the deal, but can we go get lunch?” He was starving and his hungover body was craving greasy diner food.

“Sure, Stevie. Go get normal clothes on first though, I’m not showing up at the diner with my boyfriend looking like he just rolled out of bed.” You bumped his shoulder with yours. Steve loved hearing you call him your boyfriend, even if it wasn't real, it sent his heart aflutter.

“But I did just roll out of bed.” Steve whined.

a/n: hey guys! i really hope you guys end up liking this story. it came to me like randomly one day while I was listening to the song. let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things s4 #stranger things #steve harrington #fake dating #friends to lovers #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fandom #80s music

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Hatchetfield anon here, and good to know it's fine to gush about them. (Had to Switch off from anonymous to send images :p)

The first one (and possibly less spoiler heavy) would probably be the diva, the queen bee-atch herself: Linda Monroe.

She's from Black Friday and she just scratches that part of my brain that's attracted to dommy rich ladies. She's important, her children are better than everyone else's, and though she thinks her husband is a sniveling fool, she appreciates his loyalty at least. She has a whole song about how she'll make everyone love her ("Adore Me". Quote: "You'll kneel before me, Kiss my toe"), and honestly? She's not wrong. Lot of people fell for the cult "exciting new little religion" that she started (me included. Lauren Lopez just eats her roles right the fuck up).

Then, of course, you have the cooky, reclusive, biology professor: Professor Hidgens.

Mad scientist mixed with theater kid vibes. Literally. He's as extra as you can imagine. And what I like best about him is that he's a "greater good" kind of villain. As soon as he realizes the alien hive mind that's turning the whole town into a musical (not the craziest part of this entire series, by far) could be humanity's last shot at world peace, he's all, "Okay. Yeah. Let's join the hive!", knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number" (quote: "it'll unify humanity, in a THUNDERING CHORUS! No exists from this Broadway venue~!"), which mixes in a except from the musical he wrote and was trying to get funding for called "Working Boys".

And finally, we have the most recent ones: Max Jagerman, and Grace Chastity.

Where do I start with Grace... She's a repressed Christian girl who thinks having no sexual thoughts until marriage is supposed to be the norm. Then she starts getting dirty thoughts, kills a man, gets her hands on a book full of rituals powered by eldritch beings and decides, "yeah. This is what I want to do with my life. Seducing pervy dudes and then, if they don't pass the vibe check, consume their soul in order to make me stronger..." One good day away from murder, really, as evidenced by her leading the songs "Bury the Bully" and "Dirty Dudes Must Die". Never really expected a character who has the canonical line "[after character A asks why character B would be in hell] -She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?" to grow on me so strongly, and yet-

And finally we get to Max Jagerman. The unapologetically bastard of a jock with a God complex ("Don't need no one to tell me / High school will be my peak / So I'm willing to take advantage"). The way everyone paints him as this horrible monster in, well, "Literal Monster", and he doubles down on that when it becomes his turn to sing instead of the expected "I'm not *that* much of a monster, here's my redeeming qualities"... Even when his ghost is being sent to the shadow realm he reacts to it by literally saying "WORTH IT!". He's just hits all the right notes for me. The entirety of "Dirty Girl" was sung directly into my soul.

And i think that's about it for my rambling. Now I leave you with the knowledge that Grace and Max's most popular ship name (that I've seen) is "Holy Ghost/Spirit". Sorry for rambling and have a nice day!

THESE ALL SOUND SO GOOD! I definitely wanna watch these now, or at least just listen to the songs 😅😅😅

I don't even know where to start here! I cant even choose a favourite out of your descriptions!! Thank you so much!! Linda sounds completely like my type XD Oh- I have that same brain-part that makes you crave dommy rich ladies XD Especially if they're mean 😅 I'm happy to be a loyal spineless husband for a pretty woman with a sharp tongue XD Happy.

And Professor Hidgens looks promising too XD If you've been following my Callaghan meltdown you know I have a... Thing... for teachers ☠ And OH, just the way you've described him. 'knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number"'- Y E S. I'm all for this.

And- just- Grace and Max sound absolutely perfect XD She seems so gross and awful which I l o v e (When female villains get to be truly despicable and broken??? 👌👌👌), and him?? A villain being exactly (if not worse then) what everyone says??? Absolutely obsess-worthy.

#i n e e d them actually.#thank you soooo much for this!! i'm so into them now!! need to listen to the songs at l e a s t.#i hope you have a wonderful day too ^^ 💛

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When milf Lexa starts dating Clarke, do they do something special during Halloween with Delilah and Alex?

Horror movie marathon 🤣 both Delilah and Alex are massive horror movie fans, a trait they got from Lexa's ex wife. Lexa however dislikes them watching horror movies alone but at the same time hates horror movies herself, the use to watch them with Jenny but always half hidden and Jenny used to tease her mercilessly about it before it turned into annoyance and Lexa didn't even attempt to watch them with her.

With the kids now both over trick or treating and given Delilah's love for the dark, Clarke suggests a horror movie marathon with the kids. Clarke loves the thrill of watching horror movies despite the fact that she jumps at every jumpscare and will need to switch every light on for a few weeks when going to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

It's very cute, honestly. Clarke buys a BUNCH of popcorn and candy, Lexa makes nachos and orders pizza, and even decorates the apartment more than usual, much to Delilah's delight.

Alex is going out with friends for a bit, which means Clarke Lexa and Delilah start off with some Addams Family and Corpse Bride, just to ease into the actual horror and these Lexa does love and enjoy watching, especially when Clarke whispers 'cara mia' to her ear and kisses her hand making her feel all giddy.

Once Alex gets home (smelling a little bit like cigarettes, but Lexa decides to leave that for tomorrow, she can be the unfun mom again then) they all plop on the couch with pizza and the soda drinks Lexa usually doesn't buy and a bunch of candy, cortesy of Clarke, to start the actual horror movie marathon, starting from the classics.

They make it about 4 movies (and Lexa actually saw most of them, having Clarke there to hold her and pull her close when something more scary happens, makes her feel much safer than Jenny ever did with her mocking) before Delilah is out like a rock, probably via sugar crash and Alex can barely keep his eyes open.

With a sleepy goodnight the kids go to their rooms, before Delilah turns coyly, goes to her mom and hugs her, a silent thank you before going to her room.

Lexa is forever grateful for Clarke helping her with that. Halloween always seemed like one of those holidays where Lexa always felt like Jenny is better at, they've only spent a couple of halloweens with Jenny but the kids always seem like they had the time of their lives and then Lexa was the horrible mom who didnt let them eat the entirety of their hallowen earnings in one night and wouldnt let them watch horror movies full of gore before they even turned 10. Lexa tried but halloween always meant preparing themed activities for her class, and finding costumes for her kids and for herself and then trying to get them into the costume they decided day of they hated and there was the teacher's halloween lunch and it always felt so much some years she wouldnt even find the energy to put up decorations for it. But the kids are now older - although not always wiser - and with Clarke here she can take a breather and not feel like a horrible mom because she didn't do anything a little more special for halloween. Lexa would show Clarke how grateful she is gor her in bed if she wasn't terrified of moving a muscle underneath the blankets after that many horror movies 😅

#letter opened #au: milf!lexa

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age-of-greta · 2 years

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The Lovers

The Lovers represent relationships and choices. Its appearance in a spread indicates some decision about an existing relationship, a temptation of the heart, or a choice of potential partners. Often an aspect of the querent's life will have to be sacrificed; a bachelor's lifestyle may be sacrificed and a relationship gaine, or one potential partner may be chosen while another is turned down. Whatever the choice, it should not be made lightly, as the ramifications will be lasting.

Author’s note: hey!! as always this fic has two parts, then and today. I proofread, but typos happen! I still plan on posting weekly, and check back on October 31st for a Halloween special chapter :) enjoy!!

Pairings: Jake x reader & Sam x reader

Warnings: cursing, alcohol, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), adult content, slight angst

Word count: 5.7k

PART 6:

THEN:

Jake had just finished up at the studio and you had walked down the street for lunch. Jake insisted on taking you to a beer garden so you could try all of the local IPAs. When you arrived he held the door for you, and asked for the quieter booth in the back.

“I heard this place has a pretty great burger. I love burgers, it’s been hard to get to a good burger place lately because of Sam.” Jake says eyeing the menu.

You laugh at this. “Yeah trust me, I’ve heard about it. That documentary changed him.”

Jake cracked a smile. “That kid would believe the Earth was flat if you pressed him hard enough.”

“Oh Jake, you’re telling me you think the Earth is round?” You say, teasing.

He huffs a laugh. “Very funny. Speaking of Sam, have you talked to him lately?”

You snicker. “Of course. I talk to him everyday.” You look up from your menu and see Jake biting his lip a little bit. “Oh you mean have I told him about this?”

Jake looks at you for a moment.

This makes you feel a little uneasy. It’s obvious he didn’t want anyone to know about you two. Why would he? This is just a fling, he probably has many girls in many cities. You felt silly all of a sudden for thinking anything different. You know how men are and what they will say to make you feel content. Before Jake could respond you answered.

“No Jake, I have not. You’re my dirty little secret I suppose.”

He shoots you a smirk. “Well, okay then.”

You and Jake had split a flight of beers and then ordered your favorite. You both got burgers and talked for another hour after you had eaten. Conversation was easy, but you bottled up all of those feelings and pushed it aside. You were not going to allow yourself to crush on him. You couldn’t be hurt or disappointed if you held the power.

“Would you like to go see a movie with me?” Jake says, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Like in the theater?” You ask.

Jake smiles. “Yes, like in the theater. There has been a movie out I have wanted to see for sometime. I think you would enjoy it, so I would like to take you.”

You give him a nod. “Okay, but we have to get peanut m&ms.”

You and Jake had ubered to the theater. He had chosen an indie film that had a limited theater release. You were eager to see how Jake’s film taste was. You loved movies, but didn’t like film snobs. You critiqued movies often, but couldn’t stand people who thought Marvel movies were trash because they don’t have a million allegories. Jake had bought you peanut m&ms and a drink for you two to share. You two had some small talk and enjoyed discussing some of the previews for other movies. However once the movie started he did not talk, which made you happy as you hated rude people in movies. Jake’s hand found its way on your thigh and didn’t move throughout the entirety of the film. Occasionally he would rub his thumb across your thigh, you tried not to think about it.

After the movie you and Jake had decided to go back to your apartment. The discussion of the film brought up many conversations about your favorite media. You both decided to show each other your favorite shows that most people didn’t watch. You had just walked into your apartment and excused yourself to change while Jake ordered Chinese food. You had decided on a comfortable yet cute lounge set. It was a black ribbed knit set, the top was cropped and the shorts came a little above mid-thigh. You wrapped a blue-green flannel on top and threw on white long socks with it. You sprayed on some body spray and fluffed your hair before heading back out to the living room.

“I hope you like general tso’s- oh wow don’t you look cute.” Jake says walking towards you. He pulls you into an embrace and kisses your neck lightly.

“That sounds good to me. Shall we have a beer?” You say looking up at him.

“Always.” He says smiling at you.

You walk off into the kitchen and grab you two a drink before joining Jake in the living room. He has the remote in hand scrolling through Netflix before choosing his favorite episode of Breaking Bad. You scoot close to him and his arm goes around you.

“Breaking Bad? I was Jesse Pinkman for Halloween last year. But I got really drunk and just yelled bitch after every sentence.” You say.

Jake laughs. “That’s pretty impressive, even in your inebriated state you never broke character.”

“But Jake I wouldn’t call this a show no one watches. I think a ton of people have seen this.” You say sipping your drink.

Jake grins. “Yes you’re absolutely correct, but this specific episode foreshadows so much. It’s so cleverly written that most people don’t understand what they’re viewing unless explained.”

You sigh. “Well I do like a challenge. Click play.”

Right as the episode had ended your take-out arrived. You and Jake sat on your couch and stuffed your face while discussing the episode you had just watched. But then the conversation went beyond that and you were talking about anything and everything.

“Jake, how do you not like The Wizard of Oz?” You say giggling at him.

He throws up his hands. “That shit is so creepy. Have you seen all of the stories and horror that went on behind the scenes?”

“Isn’t that the whole industry? In the Hollywood of hell.” You reply.

He shakes his head. “I like that you put it that way, but I don’t think the industry is built on orgies. Well actually you may be right.”

You laugh at him. “See? I’ll be right back, I’m going to start putting all of this away.” You motion towards your leftovers.

Jake immediately jumps up to help. He collects all of the trash while you put the leftovers in the fridge. You walk to the sink and rinse your forks when you feel hands wrap around your hips. Jake lightly kisses your cheek.

“You know you could have picked a better dinner for tonight. I mean pumping me full of Chinese food and beer before touching me doesn’t seem like the sexiest situation.” You say turning around to him.

Jake smiles down at you. “You have never looked more beautiful than you do right now at this moment.”

He reaches his hand out and drags his thumb across your jaw. “Besides, nothing has to happen that you do not want. There are no expectations here. I’m perfectly content spending the rest of the night convincing you how awful The Wizard of Oz is.” He says through a laugh.

You chuckle at him. “Well then I guess I’ll have to kiss you just to shut you up about it.”

You lean forward and Jake flicks his gaze between your eyes and lips before he leans in as well. As soon as your lips meet you feel your lips start to tingle. Jake kisses you deeply, running his hands up and down your hips. You feel light as air in this moment, and kissing Jake is beyond heavenly. You lightly pull away and look up at Jake. His face is flushed and his lips are swollen, you can imagine you look similarly. You take his hand and lead him towards your bedroom. Jake eagerly follows you and connects your lips as soon as you make it to your room. You start to unbutton his shirt as he tugs your flannel off of you. His hands roam your body and he gives your ass a light squeeze which elicits a low moan from you. Jake throws his shirt to the ground and you run your hands over his smooth back before slowly starting to undo his belt. He starts tugging at your shorts before stopping and looking at you.

Breathlessly he asks you, “Are you sure?”

You look straight in his eyes and nod your head.

“Words baby. I need your words.” He says as he cups your face.

“Yes Jake, I am beyond sure. Are you?” You respond.

He lets out a light laugh. “I have never been more sure of anything before angel.”

With that he is finishing undoing his pants and you slip off your shorts and socks. You turn around and walk to the bed giving him a nice view of your ass and your cheeky black panties.

“Goddamn.” You hear Jake say as you sit on the bed and lean back. He is down to just his boxers now. He walks towards you and continues to kiss you as he climbs on top of you. He starts kissing your jaw and down your neck before making his descent. He slips your top off and exposes your breasts. Jake kisses between them before cupping them and kissing your nipples.

“Fuck you’re so perfect.” Jake says in between kisses.

You throw your head back and enjoy the attention that your whole body is getting. He runs his fingers down below your navel before his mouth follows. He takes two fingers and lightly runs them over your clothed heat. You are positively soaked. Jake takes both of his hands and pulls your panties down leaving you fully exposed. He starts kissing the outside of your thighs before diving right in. When his tongue meets your clit you let out a moan and arch your back into the bed. He is lapping at your center and then takes a finger and plunges it in. You’re on cloud 9, and you’re already close. The next few minutes are full of obscene sounds, from the both of you. You are so turned on and overstimulated that when you look down and see Jake devouring you it’s enough to push you over the edge. You grip his hair and ride out your orgasm before coming back down. Once Jake is satisfied watching the show he had just created he climbs back on you and kisses you hard. You can taste yourself on him and it’s so fucking hot. He pulls his boxers off and looks right at you before teasing his head at your entrance. You moan into his mouth and he slowly slides inside of you. He lets out a sharp breath and picks up his pace. He kisses and lightly bites your neck while he’s pumping inside of you. You run your fingers down to your clit while he’s fucking you.

“Fuck Jake.” You moan out.

This makes him moan too. You look up at him and he has never looked hotter. You can tell he’s getting close because his eyes are rolling back. He has a light sheen of sweat glistening on his whole upper body. His hair is messy and sticking to his face. You wish you could take a picture of him at this moment. Jake grabs one of your legs and throws it over his shoulder, this allows him to go deeper and you’re starting to feel that familiar ache in your core again.

“Fuck angel you’re so good. Fuck I’ve never had anything better. Look at you, touching yourself like a good girl.” Jake praises.

Hearing this alone makes you shudder. Jake looks down at you and takes his free hand and runs his thumb over your lip. You look up into his eyes before opening your mouth and sucking on it. He starts fucking you even harder and his strokes are becoming sloppy now. You can feel yourself coming undone too.

“Jake I’m about to cum.” You moan out.

“Ah fuck please cum for me.” He says in between thrusts. Then you clench around him so tight as your orgasm runs through you. It’s not as intense as the first but it’s still phenomenal. Then you hear Jake moan as he releases inside of you. You are both panting and trying to catch your breath when Jake leans down and softly kisses you.

“Jake, that was-“ you start.

“Fucking incredible.” He finishes. “Also I’m so sorry for not pulling out, I should have asked first. I’m going to run to CVS and get a Plan B.”

You laugh a little bit. “That’s not necessary, I’m on the pill.”

He sighs a little relieved. “Okay but I am sorry. I should have asked you before doing that, I just got so caught up in the moment.”

You turn to face him. “Hey it’s okay. Seriously, it’s no big deal.”

He kisses your nose before getting up. “Stay there. Where do you keep your washcloths?”

The rest of the night you and Jake spent in bed cuddling, kissing, and talking. Neither one of you slept. At around 8 you had both gotten up and heated up your leftovers. You only wore a large shirt and Jake was only in his boxers. His flight was at 4, which means he needed to be there around 2. You were subconsciously aware of the time fleeting before you. You were sad that he was leaving. This weekend had been a whirlwind, and Jake was your new addiction. You knew he would be hard to kick, but you would never let him know that.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sleep before your flight? You’re going to be exhausted.” You say.

He gives you a light smile and reaches out to touch your face. “No, I can sleep on the flight. I intend on making the most out of the rest of my time with you. I do need a shower though, and I wouldn’t be opposed to company.”

After you had both showered together you lounged around in towels for a little while before getting dressed. You chose to keep it casual, throwing on a pair of mom jeans with a black tank top and your docs. You dried your hair and let it stay naturally wavy today, you did some light makeup, and sprayed yourself with perfume. You threw on some earrings, necklaces, and sunglasses and you were ready. Jake had packed his suitcase and wore jeans, a light button down- only half buttoned, and his vans. He had his sunglasses around his neck. You had decided you wanted to go to lunch before you dropped him off at the airport later.

Jake sighed, looking around with his suitcase in hand. “I’m going to miss this place.”

You grinned at him. “You can always come back.”

“You know I will.” Jake said, walking towards the door and taking your hand. You grabbed your purse and keys then you two were off.

You had arrived at your lunch spot and were sitting at a booth with Jake. On the way there Sam had tried to call you, but you didn’t answer not really knowing what to say. You had assumed Jake didn’t tell them he was staying with you. This made you feel like this was even more of a secret. The waitress came and Jake ordered the salmon, while you got a large Greek salad. You had both gotten water, which seemed like a rare occurrence for you two.

“So I was thinking.” Jake began. “Your classes start next week, correct?”

“Yes that’s correct.” You say.

“You work then, but at the end of summer you have a week before your fall classes- and you’re off?” He asks.

“Yes, sort of. My uncle insisted I didn’t work away my whole summer so the last two weeks he gave me off. One week to study for finals, one week to vacation. But I don’t have anything really planned.” You say sipping your water.

Jake smiles at you. “Perfect. I would like for you to come to Detroit. We rented a house for the whole summer, and I know everyone would love to see you.”

You’re a little taken aback. How would that work? Jake inviting you to stay? What would Sam think? What would that mean for you and Jake? You try to get the guts to ask Jake all of this, but you fail. So you put on a brave face and nod your head. “Okay yeah. I can mention it to Sam and make it seem like it’s my idea.” You say cautiously.

Jake furrows his brows slightly before saying. “Okay, that works I guess. Sam will be absolutely delighted.”

You had both finished lunch and were just sitting and talking at your table. You knew it would be time to leave for the airport soon and you didn’t want to say goodbye. Especially knowing you wouldn’t see him again for almost two months. Eventually you two had gotten up and headed to your car for the dreaded ride. Jake kept his hand on your thigh the whole drive there.

“I want you to know I had a really good time with you this weekend.” Jake said as you approached the drop off point.

You parked your car and looked over at him trying not to look sad. “Yeah, I did too.”

Jake squeezed your thigh. “You’re a special person to me and I mean that.”

You smiled at him, but didn’t know how to respond to that.

Jake cupped your face and leaned in to kiss you. He kissed you slow and sweet, with passion. Then pressed his forehead against yours before saying goodbye. He grabbed his bags and exited your car. He turned around and waved, then he was gone.

TODAY:

You had woken up the next morning with Jake wrapped around you. You had cotton mouth and wanted to shower. You slipped out of bed and took a quick shower, then wrapped yourself in a towel before brushing your teeth. You blew out your hair and did skincare because you knew eventually you would do something today. When you were applying your makeup Jake walked in.

“Good morning angel.” Jake said as he kissed your cheek.

“Good morning Jake. How did you sleep?” You asked him, handing him his toothbrush.

Jake laughed. “Like a fucking brick.”

You flashed him a smile. “Yeah I gathered that. So what’s on the itinerary today?”

“Today is just a me and you day until dinner.” Jake said with toothpaste in his mouth.

You smiled at that. “Interesting, I will be ready soon.”

You kissed his cheek before going to your suitcase to find an outfit. You ended up going with a white turtleneck sweater tucked into a black and white houndstooth skirt with mid calf black chunky boots. You put on your gold hoops and layered necklaces then sprayed yourself with perfume. Jake came out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You look absolutely stunning, per usual angel.” He says.

You shake your head at him. “You’re too kind to me. I’ll meet you downstairs.” You say as you leave the room. When you make it downstairs Sam is still asleep on the couch, you laugh at the scene. Josh is sitting at the island with coffee so you join him.

“Well good morning mama, you look nice.” Josh says.

“Why thank you Joshua, so do you.” You say motioning towards his bleached sweatpants.

“Hey it takes a lot of money and time to look this good.” He says with flair.

You giggle at him. “Has he been asleep all morning?” You ask, pointing towards Sam.

“I think so. He must have gone extra hard last night.” Josh replies to you.

Just then you hear Jake approaching you, he is in his light wash blue pants with a navy button down shirt and a pair of his slip ons. He looks so cute. He puts his hand on your shoulder.

“Ready?” Jake asks.

You nod your head and get up waving bye to Josh.

“See ya later lovebirds!” He calls out as you’re walking towards the door.

Jake pauses to look at Sam and shakes his head. Then he stares directly at the peanut m&ms on the table. He looks at you curiously, but you pretend to be oblivious. You had forgotten to put them away. Why did it feel like you were hiding a secret from Jake? You and Sam had just watched a movie, should you tell him? No, you and Sam are friends, best friends, and Jake is… well Jake to you. He never said anything about it, and continued towards the door.

You two had ended up at your favorite local coffee shop for breakfast. Jake had ordered your favorite coffee and bagels and got you two a table outside.

“So” Jake starts with a mouthful of bagel. “What are the plans for Halloween this year? It’s never too early for you.”

Jake knew how much you loved Halloween. Last year you two had spent it together, you were Elvira and he was a vampire. You were with all of the guys in Nashville, bar hopping.

You smile at him. “Well Jake, I have my costume planned. Do you?”

“What, so we aren’t matching this year?” He says giving you a smirk.

“You don’t want to be original? You want to feed off of all of my creative labor?” You say teasingly.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you. “You’re such a drama queen. Come on, just tell me. I’m very curious here.”

You huff a sigh. “Fine, you have my hands tied. I’m going to be a fortune teller, but you know, like a sexy one.”

Jake chuckles at you. “Angel you could be a pillowcase for Halloween and still be sexy. But I like it, are you going to tell me my future?”

You give him a grin. “It’s all in the cards Jake.”

After breakfast Jake wouldn’t tell you where you were going, but you were delighted to see you had pulled up outside of a local bookstore. He doesn’t say a word but nods at your smile before getting out of the car. He quickly jogs to open your door before taking your hand and walking you inside.

“Okay so I had a thought. I know we won’t see each other for two weeks while we are touring in the west, so I figured we could pick out a book together and read it. Like a little book club.” He said, shrugging.

You beamed a smile at him. “I love that. Can we read something spooky?”

“Of course.” He says as he gives your hand a squeeze.

You both had stalked the aisles and talked over your choices, but you both ended up agreeing on Salem’s Lot by Stephen King. Jake bought two copies, a poetry book, and two other books for you. When you left Jake had driven you to a local park. You were confused by this because you were definitely not dressed for walking. You look at Jake curiously.

“Come on.” He says as he opens your door.

You oblige and follow him to the trunk. When he opens it there is a cooler, blankets, and pillows.

You gasp a little. “Jake, are we having a picnic? When did you even pack all of this stuff?”

“Josh isn’t always useless.” He says smirking at you and grabbing everything.

He picks a spot under a nice shady tree and lays out the blankets and pillows. He opens the cooler and grabs a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He had packed different cheeses, crackers, and fruit. This was the cutest thing you had ever seen. He popped the champagne and poured your glasses before getting all of the food set up.

“To us.” He said motioning his glass towards you.

“Cheers.” You say, clinking your glass with his. “This is so nice.”

“I figured you would enjoy this. I even intentionally did not pack any meat because of your meatless Monday.” He says pretending to be annoyed.

You laugh at him. “Oh how thoughtful of you.”

After you both ate your spread Jake sat up against the oak tree while you laid in his lap. He was slowly stroking your hair while he read you poetry from his book he had just bought.

“Here’s a good one.

One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.”

“You have always loved Khalil Gibran.” You say while Jake continues to run his fingers through your hair.

He smiles down at you. “I love that you knew it was him. You’re my smart girl.”

You giggle at this. “Yeah yeah continue on loverboy.”

You and Jake spent the next two hours laying under that oak tree reading, talking, and just enjoying being outside. Eventually you helped Jake pack up and returned to the car. It was starting to get a little dark and you knew you had to meet the guys for dinner.

“So is dinner a grand surprise too?” You asked while Jake was driving.

He lets out a small laugh. “Sort of. It’s nothing I would have picked for just us, but it will be fun.”

You couldn’t contain your laughter when you pulled up outside of an axe throwing place.

“This place sells food?” You say.

“Surprisingly yes, and more importantly it sells beer.” Jake replies unbuckling his seatbelt.

“Mhm yes beer and sharp axes. I couldn’t think of anything that pairs better.” You say as you exit the car.

“Perhaps hair dryers and bathtubs?” Jake says as he puts his arm around you and ushers you inside.

When you had gotten inside everyone else was already there. They had ubered there because they knew they would be drinking. You had two axe throwing bays and two tables in the back. Everyone already had a beer in hand.

“Okay guys before you get too sloshed I see a great opportunity for social media content.” You say pointing your phone towards them.

“I really think we should just hire you to do all PR for us mama.” Josh says, throwing his arm around you.

“I’ll call you if the whole lawyer gig doesn’t work out.” You say to him.

He laughs and continues to drink his beer.

“Okay Jake and Sam do something, I don’t know, interesting.” You say walking over to them.

“You’re one hell of a director.” Sam snickers at you.

You stick your tongue out at him. “Okay ready- action!”

Jake immediately takes the axe in his hand and pretends to shave his clean face with it. You notice how insanely attractive he looks at that moment. You pan the camera over to Sam.

“Careless. Dangerous. Weird.” Sam says making a face right at the camera.

You laugh and stop the video. “That was pure cinema right there boys.”

“Hey let’s try some axe golf!“ Danny says after taking a swig of his beer.

After countless footage, many beers, and axe throwing competitions later you were ready to eat. You had all sat at your table to signal you were ready to order.

“What exactly does one order at such a fine dining establishment?” You say mulling over the menu.

“I think the only correct answer here is a burger. It’s hard to fuck up a burger.” Jake says, keeping his eyes on the menu.

“I agree. Except we will be having two black bean burgers.” Sam says motioning towards the two of you.

Jake rolls his eyes while you laugh a little.

“Good plan Sammy.”

“I am thinking chicken wings. What pairs better than beer and wings?” Josh says.

“Josh the chicken wings you speak of is literally popcorn chicken in buffalo sauce.” You say grinning at him.

“I’m sorry to sound like Sam, but sucking flesh off a bone seems a little barbaric to even me.” Josh says, pretending to be disgusted.

Sam raises his glass to that. “Come to the light side brother.”

Josh laughs. “Oh it could be tempting. I know the ladies are impressed when you tell them you’re vegan. I sometimes wonder if you do it for the animals or if you do it for nightly companionship on the road.”

Sam’s cheeks turn bright red. Suddenly you feel like you’re going to vomit. Not at the thought of Sam and his personal life, but because never have they ever brought up “companionship” on the road in front of you. If Sam does it, surely they all have. The thought of Jake, your Jake, meeting random hookups around the world made you violently ill. But you were a masochist for pain, and had to know more about this. You breathed in a few times and took a sip of your water before saying, “Sammy I had no idea you had game like that. Is this an every city situation?”

You see Jake raise a brow at you, you don’t care.

Sam’s face remains red. “No, absolutely not. Josh is a dirty liar.”

Josh, who is obviously buzzed, laughs at this. “Oh come on little brother we know better.”

Sam huffs. “That has only happened a few times.”

You let out a fake laugh. “A few times? Come on Sammy you’re a rockstar. What’s the details?”

Sam usually tells you everything. Obviously since you and Jake became common knowledge to them your friendship slipped a little, but you still talked all the time. You get a knot in your stomach when you realize Sam never tells you about his road hookups because it could implicate Jake. He was being a good brother.

Sam was obviously uncomfortable and slightly upset by this conversation. He chugs the rest of his beer. “No details. The road can get lonely, we have all done it.”

There it was. The sentence that you never wanted to hear. In your head you knew it was happening, but you ignored it. You felt like you were going to be physically sick. On the inside your body was convulsing, and your chest seared with pain and a bottomless pit of sadness. But on the outside you remained calm, you forced a laugh even. You looked over at Jake and he was shooting Sam a death glare. Before anything else could be said your waiter arrived and began taking everyone’s order.

Your food arrived and you all ate and carried on per usual. At the table a particular discussion about craft beers came up. You half listened and nodded your head. All you could think about was what Sam had said. This is why you never allowed you and Jake to be official. This feeling, you wanted to avoid it. But in the end it was inevitable. You had decided to get a little tipsy to avoid the hole in your chest. You had ordered two mixed drinks while pushing around your blackbean burger, that on top of the wine at the picnic and two beers and you were starting to feel it. The guys had gone back to axe throwing, and you stood and watched while you nursed your vodka sprite. Jake could tell something was wrong when he touched your back and you flinched. He didn’t say anything, but kept on glancing over at you. When you finished your drink you had started to get the waiter for another, but Jake intercepted you.

“You know you have a flight tomorrow babe.” He said lowly, while placing his hand on your lower back.

You force a smile and say, “When in Nashville.” Before heading off to the bar, which was out of sight from the throwing bays.

You plopped down at an empty seat. There was a guy in a suit next to you, he smiled at you. He was young and attractive. He had black hair that was cut short and neat. He wore a fitted grey suit with a pink tie. You had thought this would be the type of guy you would end up marrying one day, due to your profession and all. You smiled back at him.

“Can we get the lady a drink?” The suit guy says waving towards the bartender.

“Vodka soda with lime please.” You say to the bartender.

“My tab.” Interjects the suit guy. He reaches his hand out to you. “I’m Ben.”

You extend your hand and flash a smile. “Y/n. Thank you for the drink Ben.”

“Yeah of course. I couldn’t allow a pretty girl like you to go thirsty. What are you getting into tonight?” Ben says, sipping his drink.

“Oh just out with friends. What about yourself?” You say crossing your legs. There isn’t much space between the bar stools, especially since you and Ben were turned towards one another.

“Same here. Needed a drink after work today.” He says.

“It’s a holiday. What a shame they put you to work.” You say, joking around.

“I sort of put myself to work. I own a finance firm.” He says, obviously feeling big telling you this. You didn’t feel like having a pissing match so you just went along with it. You had about ten minutes of conversation and Ben had ordered you another drink. You felt buzzed and were genuinely having a good conversation. He was funny. After he told you one story that had the both of you laughing he reached over and lightly placed his hand on your knee. You felt weird about this, as you had just met, but the alcohol made you brush it off. He continued on with his story.

“Can I fucking help you?” You heard a voice say from behind you. You didn’t have to turn around, you knew who it was.

“Excuse me?” Ben said looking up.

“You heard me. Get your fucking hands off of her.” Jake said tugging at your arm.

Ben removed his hand and looked at you confused.

“Let’s go. Now.” Jake said, still tugging at your arm. You shuffled by Jake’s side not even looking back at Ben.

“We’re heading out.” Jake called to the other three while continuing to basically drag you out of the door. They all looked at you both with confusion. Jake opened your door and helped you in before slamming your door shut. Neither one of you spoke on the way home.

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