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fictive-sl0th · 1 year
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Tease 🐍
⌜Loki x f!reader⌝
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inspired by @terrissoakedworld and this ask
warnings: language, 18+ bc wankst-talk, dom vibes
Loki who's secretly crushing on y/n keeps on mocking her until she silences him with a cheeky move...
“Loki, Jeepers!! Can you stop pouting for at least two minutes?” Steve huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose at the soreness of his eardrums.
Loki and you had been discussing whether you were the right one for this mission for the whole flight now. Your constant banter and bickering was bearable in the compound since your colleagues could’ve just gone their own ways. But here in the Quinjet flight was impossible. 
“Well, Rogers. I wish I could express my sincere apologies but I would have to be sorry for that first” the haughty god winked at Cap before devoting his silky voice back to your earlier debate.
Loki was annoying as hell, cocky criticism always seemed to drip from his every word. However, the dirty flashes in those emerald orbs were undoubtedly greedy, secretly craving more of you.
You knew that, your own mischievous nature making it your mission to rile him up. Targeted and fierce. Yes, today you chose violence. 
Loki cocked his head to the side, a piercing gaze fixed on your figure as you rummaged in the black bag, huffing as you tried to rip out the skin tight cocktail dress for the mission.
“Agent, respectfully, do you truly assume this little project is not too hard of a challenge for you?” he cooed, the baritone embedded in a layer of playful venom. 
“Mischief, respectfully, go fuck yourself” you snapped back with the same luscious sparks that could burn down a whole city if colliding with the deeper, sexual desires you secretly harbored for the aloof god.
And he did, too. 
“Language!” Steve aka captain killjoy immediately intervened causing you and Loki to roll your eyes in perfect symmetry. As if mirrored expressions of annoyance contorted your faces; a wordless testament to the same spirit lingering in your minds.
The boot and the ant, so different yet so familiar with each other. 
“Oh, that is what occupies your troubled mind, isn’t it darling? The sight of a god’s body on full display, your mortal eyes unable to fathom what glory is unfolding itself” Loki smirked devilishly, delivering a sinful mental image that only spurred you on further, spiraling your mind into improper actions. 
This sexy idiot asked for it with those darn innuendos, labelling his dick as 'glory'. Haughty assumption whereas you knew he was probably not lying.
The orange dress was finally dangling from your grip before being tossed on the seat in front of you.
Loki's seductive words didn’t seem to fade, the sound accompanying your hands that flew to the hem of your sweater. “I wager you imagined me touching myself to the thought of you, huh? Palming my cock and groaning your name while I take pleasure from my own hands”. 
Steve turned on the heel, obviously disgusted by his colleagues vulgar escapades.
“May god help us all” he muttered, rubbing his neck nervously as you pulled your sweater above your head. “Oh, you’re- you’re changing here- I just” he stammered like a child, instantly reddening before joining Natasha in the cockpit. 
A safer space for fossil virgins you supposed.
“Naturally you’re having quite the effect on mortal men y/n, but as a god, I-“ his insult faded in a hitched breath as you turned around, forcing narrowed eyes to be glued to your cleavage.
The playful lace bra hugged your boobs perfectly, Loki's gaze slowly veiled by the haze of desire. A tempting grin adorned your face basking in the effect your 'mere mortal self' had on this egomaniac alien. 
Theatrically clearing his throat, Loki continued his hymn of chiding accusations and sexual imaginary. Literal sexual debauchery almost.
“I am hard to please. My needs are beyond your wildest fantasies, pet” he purred so deeply, the same venom pooling in his tone but the flavor had changed. Sugary.
“Hmm” you hummed rather disinterestedly, delicate fingers latching on the hem of your leggings, pushing them down so very slowly, revealing inch by inch of your perfect curves.
“You, agent, a mortal woman so…” but his tone died in a sharp hiss.
Devastatingly lavish sways of your hips let the fabric slide down smoothly before you bent over to step out of the soft puddle hugging your ankles. It was pornographic but you were fed up with this fucking handsome god's bullshit.  
In the corner of your eye you saw Loki's stuck expression; mouth still agape from the dried out sentence and eyes mercilessly staring at your butt. You got him. Caught him in the allure of a mortal body, even though your intimate parts were still hidden by seductive, black lace. 
“…beautifully curved and tempting” the god whispered to himself, legs shuffling to cross and hide the semi-erect cock that was straining his leather pants so joyfully.
Carnal desire pumped through his veins like a wildfire, proofing that his feigned aversion and haughty behavior was a mischievous charade. A poor try to resist what Loki never thought was possible: attraction to a Midgardian woman of no Aesir blood or royalty.
Nonetheless, he wanted nothing more than to feel you gripping him wantonly and moaning his name and his alone.
“What did you say?” You chirped turning to face him and marinating in the desperate sparkle flashing in narrowed emeralds.
Every pore of your body sizzled under his piercing, analyzing gaze while your mind was happily expecting Loki’s final downfall. 
But the god didn’t answer, instead tilting his head, lavish curls spilling on his right shoulder and a not so innocent hand trailing down towards his crotch.
“Loki!” you exclaimed feigning shock, your delicate hand covering an agape mouth like in a drama play. “I thought it was just in my head… you using me as wanking material”.
Suddenly, he shot up with an angry groan, hasty strides bringing his tall body close in a mere blink of an eye until you were pressed against the cold metal wall of the jet.
You’ve poked the bear way too hard.
But that was the game and you loved nothing more than to checkmate the god of mischief. 
His pearl white teeth were gritted, shining just like the spotless skin on his razor sharp cheekbones. Loki’s features were twitching with need, inner eyebrows raised above darkened eyes. If gazes could kill, well… your cleavage would be dead.
“It’s rude to stare, you know?” you cooed like an innocent lamb slowly hoisting the dress to cut off his access to your gorgeous body.
A gesture Loki wasn’t too content about, a low growl thundering through his broad chest that smelled like Asgardian leather and ruthless pheromones. He always smelled good.
“You fierce, little temptress. Better not walk past my room after sundown or I’ll loose my poise. Once and for all“.
“So… we’re playing psycho and the beauty then?“ you purred, lower lips locked between your teeth, eyes batting up at the internally seething god.
“If you insist… pet“
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thanks for reading
Captain Rogers inspired by @lokisgoodgirl Schooling Steve mini-series!! Incredibly funny so defo a big recommendation
tags: @loopsisloops @muddyorbs @lokisgoodgirl @marvel-love24 @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @crimson25 @vbecker10 @fictional-hooman @mischief2sarawr @mcufan72 @glitterylokislut @coldnique @gigglingtigger @wheredafandomat @michelleleewise @slaveforloki @queeryouth @loz-3 @123forgottherest @silverfire475 @xorpsbane @thew0rldsastage @ladyjames78 @simplyholl @huntress-artemiss @goldencherriess @animnerd @cakesandtom @lulubelle814 @holdmytesseract @heddgie @goblingirlsarah @trickster-maiden @yukio369 @sunnirealities @peaches1958 @ozymdias @mochie85 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @kalinaselennespeaks @lokidbadguy @lovingchoices14 @kats72 @sarahscribbles @thomase1 @eleniblue @joyful-enchantress
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ian-galagher · 15 days
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weekly tag wednesday! <3
hello friends and welcome to another tag game. lets dive in!
- thanks @creepkinginc for the tag 🤗🧡💚
how is your day going?
it's been alright! doing a ton of chores while hanging out with friends 🤗🧡💚💙
are you okay?
yeah I'm pretty good 🤗🧡
what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour?
that thing the sun does with orange when it sets, I like that 🤗🧡
are you single?
no
are you happy about that?
SO unhappy 🙄 leave me alone Gale! (that was a joke about Gale from Baldur's Gate 3 who, for some unknown reason, thinks we're in a relationship. I myself am still very much asexual and very happy about that)
what age do you feel in your brain?
sometimes I'm 12, sometimes 98, there is no in between
do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you?
behind me (that sounded so sad, I'm mostly thinking about visiting South Africa and how I might never do that again but you never know!)
do you have a best friend?
yeah I do 🤗🧡💚
did you have a childhood pet?
I had the sweetest Russian hamster 🤗🧡
do you sing or whistle around the house?
yeah I do!
do you light candles or incense?
I don't really like the smell of incense but candles are alright!
are you busy Friday night?
always, if you mean talking to my friends on the internet
if you were a circus performer which act would you be in?
something with animals so I fear I'd be out of a job fast 😂 I would soon start up a business with the fortune teller scammer and we'd make... a fortune 🤗🧡💚
what is your favourite outfit?
jeans + something warm like a hoodie or a sweater
what's the last thing you created?
new Africa words
what is your favourite fic or book of all time?
just the one?! there's so many! there was this one fic that stayed with me over the years about a boy finding this old church with a window that looked out into another world. he climbed through and met a kelpie, a beautiful black horse. it was an amazing story.
what are you looking forward to?
writing, bg3ing...
what can put you immediately in a better mood?
same as Nosho, music! (also Nosho) 🤗🧡💚
do you like hugs?
from friends, yes!
what is something you wish people understood about you?
that noise can irritate me greatly and that my noise canceling earbuds are everything to me.
tagging a few lovely people! 🤗🧡 @spacerockwriting @dynamic-power @transmurderbug @mybrainismelted @transmickey @stocious @juliakayyy @jrooc @look-i-love-u @energievie @deathclassic @lee-ow @francesrose3
and everyone else who sees this! 🤗🧡
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itsavee4117 · 3 months
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Number 18 with Mario and Luigi, please? (Refering to (this)[https://www.tumblr.com/creativepromptsforwriting/647834552199462912/touches-ask-game?source=share] post.)
Mario and Luigi again, eh? I ain't complainin! I love my boys! 😁 Ask and ye shall receive then!
I present to you: Family Reunion
Enjoy!
Mario supported himself against the door to the house as he caught his breath. He had been so eager to get home that he forgot to stop for breaks, something Mario regretted now that he had finally made it there. His heart pounded like a drum so much he almost feared it would beat clean out of his chest. His legs felt weak and wobbly from running so far. No way could he go in just yet.
Maybe...
In what seemed like ages, Mario finally sat down, leaning against the outside walls as he winded down. He winced slightly as his legs adjusted, the feeling of finally resting so alien to them after such a long time, accompanied by the soreness in his knees. He never really noticed how good it felt to finally relax. 
As he waited for his breath to catch, he began counting slowly for when he could get up.
1... 2... 3...
It was dark now. The skies were a deep blue-black, the only lights shining being the tiny stars above, the porch light by the frontside window, and the distant orange glows of Toad Town, indicating that life still existed in his absence. He knew in a few hours, he would awake to the sound of toads clamoring onto his doorstep, eager to drag him into yet another celebration procession. As tired as he was, he had to admit... he did like those times. The hugs, the delicious food, his brother by his side, and that gorgeous princess watching him suggestively as she lingered for the right moment to "talk" to him.
4... 5... 6...
Mario shifted to the house door now. He wondered if Luigi was dozing on the couch or behind him this time. Mario pitied the little guy... he despised leaving him all alone whenever he had to hurry into action. Being separated from each other was something neither of them wanted. It wasn't as though Mario worried Luigi would harm himself; he knew Luigi could manage for himself. In his mind, Luigi was just as strong, if not stronger, than him, something he often discredited himself for, much to Mario's dismay.
No... that wasn't it at all.
Mario could only imagine how Luigi fared in his absence. His brother adored him, as did he. He missed the nights when it was the two of them alone. The TV blaring some nonsensical show, both of them wrapped in a fluffy blanket while wearing warm pajamas, the couch littered with discarded snack wrappings, and, best of all, both of them dozing off into each others' arms without a care in the world. He knew Luigi missed them, too...
7... 8... 9...
He suddenly heard a loud growl, which he realized was his belly. How long had it been since he had eaten?
Grumbling, he reached into his right pocket and pulled out a couple blueberries he had gathered during his travels. It wasn't much, but it soothed the hangry terror in his gut from making its presence known. Secretly, he wished he could have his princess's delicious strawberry vanilla cake or his baby brother's famous homemade spaghetti. Both were good if he were being honest.
Perhaps he could ask them later...
Before he could count to ten, he suddenly felt the door move slightly, causing him to flinch as he sat up straight. When he turned to look, his heart lept at the figure standing in the doorway, sharing the same shocked expression on his face.
"Luigi...?!"
Quickly, he shakily scrambled to his feet. As he did, however, he ended up tripping over himself. Before he could hit the ground, he was suddenly grabbed by a familiar set of hands planted under his arms, helping him to his feet once again. The only thing he could see was Luigi's green sweater, but he could feel the smile spreading onto his brother's face as he shakily held him.
"M-M-Mario...?" he whispered. "I-Is it... is it a-a-actually y-you...?"
Mario glimpsed up to find Luigi's eyes twinkling with joy like never before. Sure enough, that sweet smile was flashing, bright enough to light up the night sky. At that moment, Mario felt himself starting to cry... this was really happening...!
He was finally home...!
 "I-It's-a me, baby bro," he whispered back, his palm caressing his brother's cheek, squishing it lovingly a little. "I'mma here. I'm okay... I'm okay!"
Luigi gripped the sleeves of Mario's button-up, his eyes now beginning to water. "M-Mario... I th-thought I'd-a never s-s-see you again...!"
"Aw... c'mon little bro, don't lookit me like that..." Mario chuckled, now squishing both of Luigi's cheeks together. "It's okay, little bro... don't-a cry, okay?"
"Mm... mmph... o-o-okay..."
Of course, that was unavoidable, and Mario knew it once he felt his brother's salty tears soaking his gloves as they leaked between the new crevices in his face. Occasionally, little squeaks escaped him as he tried to keep himself from breaking down. Mario knew he was so happy to see him again, and he couldn't entirely blame him. After all, how many weeks, or months, had he been gone by now?
Without another word, Mario chuckled as he tackled Luigi into a big bear hug, squeezing him tight like a sailor clinging to his ship's mast at a storm. Mario clutched Luigi like a teddy bear as new tears squeezed from his eyes onto his shoulder, even more so when he heard his brother whimpering as he returned the favor. Luigi's hands shook as he felt around Mario's back, almost as if he was making sure the man before him was his beloved brother. 
"Y-You're actually... h-h-here...!" he squeaked as he clutched Mario even tighter. "Dio mio... I-I... I..."
"Sono qui Piccola. Sono qui," Mario sniffled into Luigi's ear. "Non preoccuparti più per me... sto sempre bene!"
He then released his brother from the tight hug to gaze up at him, still never letting him go. Looking up at his face, he saw how relieved he looked. His face was as calm and serene as always, though tears streamed from his eyes like waterfalls. Like always, he pressed his forehead against his and nuzzled their noses together.
"Ti amo, Mario..." Luigi whimpered as Mario held his face in his palm, squishing his cheek against it once more as he tried to dry the endless stream of tears.
"Ti amo anch'io, Luigi," he whispered, squeezing his shoulder. "Ti amo tanto."
They stayed in the doorway for a few moments, holding one another tight as though they'd disappear in seconds. They felt so abnormally happy and relaxed, a big change from their home where everything and everyone was a seemingly endless dead silence, or the abundance of dangerous life and sounds from fiery hellscapes to thick jungles. They wanted nothing more than to enjoy one another's company. It felt so good to have it again, smiling and laughing softly. If they had a choice, they wanted to keep it forever. It was nice hugging each other again and feeling the immense love they shared. It's a lovely feeling, especially coming from one's special someone. With the two reunited, it made it seem as though everything frightening and dreadful could just be swept away like dust with sweet words of comfort and hugs, a tidal wave of emotions washing over them, leaving their insides fluttery and glowing. Taking it for granted is one of the worst things imaginable... and they never once let it happen. Never, lest they forget the pure ecstasy.
"I... I made you y-y-your f-favorite, M-Mario..." Luigi whispered. "B-Beef r-r-ragu."
"With extra sauce...?"
"E-Extra sauce..."
"Mmm... that's-a great, bro, but can we... can we just... for a little more?"
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morkofday · 1 year
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Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Talay Rawi Edition [Puen ver.]
My Top 10 Talay Outfits for @stormyoceans​​​​  layout insp. [x]
+ bonus:
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(some thoughts under the cut!)
more rambles about these outfits for you monica! i hope you enjoy ^^
TOP 10 Talay Outfits explained:
10. Zebra Boy a stylish and flowy zebra print shirt with basic white slacks and talay’s signature white bag. this one is so silly but cool i had to include it. i actually am obsessed with both of the white & black print shirts tess owns but the other one is mostly worn my ohm in the series so i didn’t inlude it here (ep 2 when tess/talay goes to pester tun at the café). also i just like this scene a lot and couldn’t get over the “secret lover” -line. 
9. Reunion Blues a simple navy blue dress shirt and light colored pants plus talay’s round glasses. listen: am not a big fan of talay’s clothes in his own universe even if he looks adorable in them, but this one! this one is a legend. straight up iconic. he looks so pretty in dark blue and then we have this whole scene and ugh. just pure insanity. 
8. Goodbyes taste bitter an orange and white striped shirt and black jeans. am so obsessed with the v-neck of this shirt, it’s crazy. i don’t blame puen at all for instantly going like, “oh yes, that’s my bf now” bc honestly? very understandable. talay just looks so good in this shirt, holy hell. continues on the road of, “why must you dress up so nicely when the occasion is breaking my heart?” i guess these two are similar like that. 
7. Let us kiss again a red-blue-white striped sweater with red pants. i love this color combo on talay so much. blue and red just suit him. the shirt is also tight fitting and it’s amusing to see puen Struggling bc of it. man is not able to keep his hands off. it’s very understandable but pls sir, calm down. you’ve known each other like two weeks. and you still haven’t even told talay that you’re not kissing him just bc but bc you’re head over heels in love with him. get a grip. 
6. First Kiss a simple white sweatshirt and red/fucsia pants. i don’t want to say this but i have to say this: talay’s ass looks amazing in these pants. like, am not one to stare but oh boy. it’s right there! stealing the show! and then it’s combined with talay’s sexy wet hair after running through the rain to look for his long lost lover friend who he wants to make up with. Literally. bc they’re kissing by the end of this. and i scream. 
5. The Green Sweater a yellow-green sweater combined with white pants. talay looks adorable in this with his guitar and the sweater paws. am not at all surprised that puen looks close to tears bc bitch, me too. it’s just So Soft and then it’s mixed with the guitar (+ the lotus flower) and talay singing a love song and. i want to hug him so bad, puen get out of the way it’s my turn now. 
4. The Wedding Suit a light pink colored suit, apparently without a shirt underneath. this whole thing began with this suit. as i said, this one is 100% outshining the one puen wears in this scene. i am just in love with this suit; the color, the simplicity, the cut, the way talay wears it so casually. he looks amazing and positively ethereal. puen is marrying him on the spot. talay is thinking it’s a joke but i might just tell him it’s not. get a ring and be done with it, would you. this might sound controversial after me saying puen is rushing things with the kisses but i don’t actually have anything against it.  
3. Loneliness is yellow a simple black sweatshirt with bright yellow pants. i feel like the more heartbreaking the scenes get, the better talay gets dressed. he’s always serving looks when am crying on my floor. i don’t mind tho bc why not have several mental breakdowns at the same time, saves me the time. he looks absolutely glorious in that black shirt, and the colored pants are a wonderful touch. if tess got nothing else, at least he's had the sense to buy all these clothes.
2. The Gray Jacket a textured gray jacket with a black shirt and white pants. the texture on this jacket makes me go wild bc it looks so nice to touch and the whole jacket looks so cozy. am wondering how talay can wear that with the heat but that’s fortunately something that doesn’t get to me through my screen. he looks very huggable once again. he looks positively radiant when he smiles. and it’s just a plus that puen looks so gone for him bc yeah, valid. am in love with this sunshine boy too. 
1. Second chance a gray sweater with red details, combined with red pants. honestly talay’s best outfit in this whole show hands down. every time i start this ep, i am just blown away by this outfit. the styling team was going crazy that day. the shirt has a v-neck, the red details work so well, it fits talay nicely, the rolled sleeves, the delicate bag. the pants are tight fitting and make his legs look extra long and slim. especially in that billiard room lighting he just looks insanely pretty. i want to yell into the void. the void might yell back at me. 
Bonus: Striped Bathrobe a black and white striped robe, worn mostly for breakfast. i am not really sure what to call this but a bathrobe felt like the closest fitting one so i went with it. it’s crazy how this is literally the second outfit puen ever sees talay in if we don’t count talay being half naked. he got absolutely bewitched and talay is not even bothered. this striped robe is what truly mattered. and please let’s not talk about ai’dang. 
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miamochi-writes · 1 year
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Daycare Snacks Vash AU Part 4
Hi everyone! I’m so sorry for taking long with this! This might be a little more longer than the others and a bit more in depth. Honestly, I wrote this based on one of my dates when I first started going out with my partner. Also I’m going to make this a 2 parter just because I think the next one will be a bit longer. Hope y’all like it!
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“Liz, I need your help. What do I do and what do I wear for tomorrow?” he pleaded.
“Don’t worry Vash, I’ll tell ya,” Liz said as she smiled knowing part of her plan was in motion.
~*~
It was a cool Autumn Saturday, the day you and Vash try out that cafe. You wore a comfy knit sweater, pants, and ankle boots that all tied in together. You preferred to be comfortable and stylish for today, and you couldn’t contain your excitement for today. Not only were you going to try delicious sweets and drinks, but you were going to hang out with Vash outside of the daycare. You couldn’t tell which was making you more excited, as your mind decided to wander off.
‘What was Vash like on his off days?’
‘How would he feel about trying things with you?’
‘This is the first time you’re hanging out with him only.’
The last thought made you stop in your tracks as you slightly got a bit red over the idea.
“Come on y/n, you’re literally just hanging out with one of the sweetest and funniest person at work. No big deal right?” you talked to yourself as you kept walking.
You were interrupted by your train of thought with your phone vibrating. You checked to see you got a message from Vash.
“I’m outside the cafe in a red jacket! :)” it read.
‘So he’s just as expressive through text as he is in real life,’ you thought smiling.
You messaged him earlier to have a light breakfast and that you would meet him outside the cafe at 10am. You mainly wanted to try the desserts since that was what the place was known for.
You kept walking around while looking  for that familiar tall blonde man in red.
After looking for a bit, your eyes finally found Vash but you had to look again when you noticed what he was wearing
He was standing by the cafe near a lamp post. He had his usual orange shades, but you noticed how he wore a gold hoop earring on one ear. You also noticed how he was wearing a leather red jacket that adorned his black fitting turtleneck with black pants. combat boots. You gazed at him from afar, just in awe of his whole look. You knew he was good looking, but seeing him right now, good looking is an understatement. Were you even sure this was the same person you worked with? You felt your cheeks grow hot and your heart slightly race at the sight of him. Just how is he this beautiful?
You snapped out of your thoughts and calmed yourself down taking a few deep breathes before walking over to him.
“Hi there! Hope I didn’t keep you waiting!” you called out to him.
He looked at you and flashed that smile you grew to love as he walked towards you.
“Hey y/n! Not at all! You look great today! I mean you look great every time I see you. It’s just you look especially great today,” Vash complimented you as you returned the smile.
“Thanks, you do too! I wasn’t sure if it was really you or some model,” you said, then realizing what you actually just said out loud a little too late.
“Ahaha, stop this old thing? This is how I usually dress when I’m not at work. But honestly I could say the same for you,” he said looking a bit flustered.
“Oh stop, you’re too kind,” you told him immediately feeling a blush creeping on your cheeks.
“Oh yeah, are you ready to go inside?” you asked remembering what you came here for.
“For sure! Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he replied as you both walked side by side towards the cafe host.
“Good morning, do you have a reservation?” the host asked.
“Yes! I have a reservation for two under y/n” you told him while showing the confirmation email on your phone.
“Ah right this way,” he said while grabbing a few menus and brought you inside.
The minute you walked in, you were in awe of the interior design. The ceiling looked like it was a wisteria tree with pastel leaves and petals hanging down. The wallpaper inside was a lavender color with gold accents with a few mirrors hanging from the side. The tables were marble with lavender chairs and booths that looked comfy to sit on. You were in for a treat. The host brought you to a booth and placed down the menus.
“Your waitress will be right with you. Please enjoy and let us know if you need anything,” he said as he went back outside to bring more people in.
“This place looks so cool!” Vash said as he was taking everything in.
“Yeah! It’s one of the reasons I’ve been wanting to come here. Which, I cannot thank you enough for coming with me last minute,” you said as you were truly grateful.
“Hey, it’s my pleasure y/n. So what’s the other reason you wanted to come here?” he asked giving you his full attention with his stunning blue eyes.
“Check out the menu,” you told him with an eager smile.
He looked and you could tell the minute his eyes widened, you knew exactly what he was looking at.
“NO” he said.
“Yes,” you replied.
The menu had shakes that were served in mason jars that was pleasing to the eye from top to bottom, along with pancakes that could satisfy any sweet tooth. Furthermore, they offered a range of sweet and savory crepes that you could customize along. As for their drink menu, they had a variety of coffees, lattes, teas, boba that came in iced or hot. Lastly, they had their dessert menu with small tarts, cakes, pastries, and their special donuts. They had a sample flight of donuts that came with the flavors: ube, matcha, strawberry, and churro.
“Please tell me we’re going to get that,” Vash asked as he looked at you.
“What do you take me for? Of course we’re going to get it. Feel free to order anything you like,” you reassured him as your waitress came by.
“Hi you two! My name is Mari and I’ll be your server for today. Anything I can get you two started with?” she asked.
“Could I get an iced strawberry matcha latte please along with your donut flight sampler?” you asked.
“I’ll have an iced americano along with the donut flight sampler please,” Vash requested as the waitress took down your order.
“Okay! I’ll be right back with those,” she said as she walked off.
“So how did you find out about this place?” Vash asked.
“I like to go try new places, specifically cafes. When I was in college, I couldn’t focus studying at the apartments or library. When I go to cafes, I tend to get lost in whatever I’m reading or studying and lose track of time. I’m not exactly from here, so I like to explore and get out of my apartment when I can. There’s something about cafes that makes me feel comfortable, you know?” you explained.
“Definitely, so that’s the kind of person you are. You mind if I ask what you studied?” he asked.
“I majored in Child Education with a minor in Public Health and Epidemiology. How about you?” you asked.
“I did Anthropology and Child education,” he answered.
“That’s cool! What made you drawn to that?” you questioned.
“I think’s its interesting how humans act and behave. Especially how they tend to grow up depending on what they’re surrounded by. Plus, I'm great with kids. There’s something about them having that endless curiosity and how fast they pick up things,” he explained.
“Oh definitely! They’re like little sponges, and they’re pretty smart on an emotional level. Sometimes we overlook that part, and-” you added.
Before you could continue, your waitress brought your drinks and the donuts you requested.
“Oh and since you ordered the latte, it comes with these heart glasses. It’s just something we do for the weekends,” she mentioned while handing over the item.
“Oh cool! Thank you!” you told her.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” she added and walked away.
“Again, I can’t believe you found this place,” Vash added as he looked at the drinks and food.
“Me either, I’m just glad you could join me,” you replied as you put on the glasses.
“How do I look?” you ask.
“Stylishly pink, now we both have cool shades,” he answered as you chuckled and moved your glasses to rest on the crown of your head.
You grabbed your latte and raised it towards Vash.
“Cheers to a fun weekend with great company?” you asked.
He lifted his americano drink to you as he gave you an endearing smile.
“Cheers to that,” he replied as you clinked your drinks.
You both took a sip and savored the flavors with each gulp.
“How do you like your drink?” you asked.
“It’s pretty good! Oh, which donut do you want to try? We can split it if you like,” he asked.
“Oh um, can I try the strawberry one?” you pointed out as he split the donut in half as best as he could.
“One for me and one for you,” he commented while handing you your half as you thanked him.
You took a bit of your half and your face just lit up with how sweet and fluffy each bite was. You let out a small ‘mmm’ in delight that you thought no one caught. Little did you know, Vash did as he couldn’t help but think you were the cutest thing in front of him right now. He had his right hand holding one side of his face as he enjoyed your little burst of happiness.
“Good huh?” he asked as you nodded a bit too excited.
“I’m so glad I was able to get a reservation for this place,” you commented and started finishing the rest of your half.
Vash just chuckled at your actions as he kept eating his portion, offering you to try another one of the donuts from the plate.
“Okay, so I think I’ll try the ube one next. Oh, before I forget, you said you wanted to explore a park today right?” you mentioned.
“Oh we don’t have to y/n. I think this is more exciting than a park,” he commented as he was splitting the next donut in half.
“No I want to! Ever since I moved here for college, I never got a chance to explore the parks or shopping strips in this area. I kinda rely on the bus system here since I don’t have a car. And if I wanted to go explore a bit farther, I didn’t really have anyone to go with me. So I’m kinda limited to things,” you explained looking a bit embarrassed admitting that last detail while he handed you your next half.
“Well if that’s the case, there’s actually a few parks close to us, and one of them happens to be a scenic route,” he added as he pulled up his phone.
“Really? That would be so cool! I do want to check one out for today. It’s the least I can do since I feel bad that I took up some of your plans for the weekend, without considering-” you said midway.
“y/n, you asked and I accepted for a reason. I wanted you to be able to enjoy today since you were looking forward to it a long time. You don’t have to apologize about anything. I’m just happy I'm able to do this for you. Plus, my weekend is already starting out pretty great than what I originally planned,” Vash explained as he looked at you with a soft smile.
You couldn’t help but look at him and what he told you just now. For the longest time you grew up trying not to impose on people. If you got too excited, you sometimes didn’t think if the person was really okay with your plans. Yet, Vash was telling you it’s okay, and that he was just happy to be here with you. You felt warm and gazed at Vash fondly. Just what was it about him that made you feel this way?
“Vash, thanks a million. I mean it,” you told him with a blush tinting your cheeks as his eyes slightly widened. He slightly looked away from you as you saw a bit of pink creeping on his ears.
“No worries, let’s finish up here so we can move on yeah?” he commented as you agreed.
You tried out the rest of the pastries and sipped happily with your drink. Everything was down right delicious and sweet and you both finished everything in silence. But this was a comfortable silence, not the agonizing kind. Heck you both looked content with each other every time you caught glimpses of him.
“So how was everything?” your waitress came back with a smile.
“Perfect, everything was delicious,” Vash commented while you agreed with him.
“Love to hear it. Well here’s your check whenever you’re ready,” she held the bill.
Before you can even reach for your wallet, Vash already handed her his card as you stood there shocked. The waitress took it before you could even get a word in.
“Vash, but I invit-”
“I can cover it, and you can cover the next time if you can beat me. Besides it feels wrong if I let you pay,” he explained.
“But I invited you, you’re my guest,” you retorted.
“Then beat me next time,” Vash simply answered as he raised his eyebrow a bit with a smirk you couldn’t even wipe off. His shades changed to where you couldn’t see his eyes but your own reflection staring at you.
“Fine, you win this time,” you sighed and pouted at your little loss looking away from him.
Once your waitress came back, you both walked out from the cafe to see other people waiting in line for their turn to dine in.
“Okay, so now that I got what I wanted out of the way, we can go to the park?” you asked looking at him.
“Yeah, I can lead the way. But you did say you never explored the shopping area right?” Vashed asked.
“Oh, I mean yeah..” you confirmed.
“Why not check it out? Might as well since we’re in the area,” he reasoned.
“Yeah, but your plans,” you reasoned.
“Hey, the parks are nearby anyway. And we still have a lot of time on our hands if you’re not busy doing anything else?” Vash added.
“No, all I had today was this with you,” you replied.
“So let’s explore,” he finished as he grabbed your hand while you looked at him.
This man remembered a small detail you mentioned and was enabling you to be a little bit selfish.
"Okay, lead the way,” you said as he guided with that smile you adored.
Vash was practically showing you parts of the outdoor mall that he was familiar with. He pointed out which places had the best snacks, trinkets, and some shortcuts he still uses to get around. While you walked, you stopped in your tracks when you saw a small photo booth on the way. You hadn’t seen one in a while ever since you moved out from your hometown. You missed taking photos with your friends and doing silly poses and collecting the small photo strips.
“Hello? Earth to y/n?” Vash asked.
“Oh sorry! We can keep going,” you apologized as he looked at what made you stop.
“Did you want to go try the photo booth?” he asked.
“No it’s okay we don’t have to,” you waved off not wanting to bother him.
“But do you want to? Because I don’t mind,” he asked further as you looked at him and back at the photo booth.
“I do,” you said a bit shy.
“Then let’s go,” he replied as you made your way inside with a small smile spreading across your face.
You inserted the coins once you had the chance and sat with him.
“Okay, so which poses should we do first?” he asked.
“Oh! A hero pose!” you suggested as the camera got ready and you both adjusted yourselves. You did the Sailor Moon pose while he did the Kamehameha pose. The camera flashed as you both relaxed.
“Okay a cool one,” he suggested as he made his hands look like a gun and you did the same. You liked the concept. The camera flashed again as you relaxed once more.
“Oh I know!” you suggested as you removed his glasses and put it on yourself as you gave him your heart glasses.
“Peace sign this time,” you suggested as you posed with both hands.
He did the same except his peace sign was different from yours. He crossed his index and middle fingers. The camera flashed and you looked at him.
“What kind of peace sign is that?’ you asked looking at him with a small chuckle.
“Oh it’s my peace and love sign,” he explained flashing it to you once more.
“You’re silly and I love it. Like this right?” you told him as you chuckled mirroring the same pose to him.
“Yeah that’s it,” he said laughing along as he did your peace signs. You didn’t even bother looking at the camera. You both faced each other just enjoying one another as the camera caught that moment.
“All done! Your photos will be done shortly!” the machine told you. You removed his shades and put it back on him, adjusting it where needed. Meanwhile he took off your heart glasses and placed them back on your head as best as you could. You didn’t realize how gentle he was with his fingertips and the care he put in to make sure you were comfortable.
The machine printed two photo strips you just took and handed Vash his copy.
“One for me, one for you," you commented as you looked at the photos.
You loved how each one came out. Each photo captured your personalities perfectly, but your favorite had to be the last two shots. You were grateful that you got to capture those moments with him. You were absolutely going to keep this somewhere in your wallet or hang it at home as you put the photo away in your bag.
“Thanks again Vash! I’m ready to move on!” you beamed as he put away his photo strip in his coat pocket.
You two walked around more as you noticed other pop up shops you spotted that you would go check out later in the future. There were even some specialty shops that carried specific clothes, collectables, and other items you could think of. But you both stopped at one particular area that Vash led you to.
“Sorry, but I wanted to show you the arcade I like going to. It brings me back when my brother and I used to play here,” Vash commented as he looked at you.
“You have a brother?” you asked.
“Yeah, a twin brother. But you won’t see him much. He’s studying abroad right now. Plus, we don’t come here as much since he hardly plays with me whenever I offer,” he explained as you understood Vash a little more.
“Well, you’re in luck because I love arcades. We can play if you want?” you offered.
“Really?” he asked.
“Of course! I’m not really good at some games, but what matters is we’re having fun right? Plus it’s better playing together right?” you mentioned as you saw his face light up.
“Right, thanks y/n,” he said as he led you inside the neon lit area with all sorts of sounds coming from each machine. You walked around trying to look for a good game where you can both play together. You then stopped Vash as you pointed at a zombie shooting game.
“Let’s try that one!” you said as you led him to it.
There was someone playing, but you figured he was almost done playing. Sure enough he died and you were getting ready to play. Except, the guy continued playing another round until he died again.
“Excuse me! It’s our turn to play,” you spoke up to him.
“So, you’re just going to waste a round. Just wait until I’m done,” he argued.
“We’ve been waiting for 5 minutes already, it’s our turn,” you added.
“Go play some other game that you’re actually good at,” he chuckled as he was about to play again.
You were getting annoyed and ready to throw hands until Vash put his hand on you.
“Hey, my friend and I want to play. You’ve already had your turn. Can we please play a round?” Vash asked as you looked at him.
“Ugh, if you’re that desperate. Then one of you beat me at this game,” the guy offered.
You couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy and what he was saying. Before you could speak up, Vash grabbed the gun and put in a couple of quarters.
“Gladly,” he commented as he readied himself.
You looked at him, wondering what he was thinking, but Vash looked back at you and winked. You were caught off guard, wondering what he was going to do but watched as the two guys readied themselves.
“Good luck loser,” the other guy commented as the game started.
Both guys were shooting at the zombies, but you noticed that Vash was killing them off at a faster pace compared to the other guy. Heck, even when he was reloading he only took one second before going back to his killing streak. You noticed the other guy was struggling to keep up as Vash was effortlessly increasing his combo. You just stood there in awe at what was happening before you until time ran out. Both scores appeared on the screen and Vash was the clear winner with his score being more than double the amount the guy had.
“Ugh, whatever this game is rigged anyway,” the guy said as he put back the gun and left.
“Well now we have the game to ourselves,” Vash commented as he looked at you but noticed you were staring at him.
“Uh everything o-”
“Vash, that’s probably one of the coolest things you did right there,” you complimented as he laughed and rubbed the back of his head.
“Oh this is nothing. I’ve just had a lot of practice with first person shooter games,” he explained grateful that the dark lighting hid his blush.
“Still that was so cool how you did all that! I didn’t know I had an amazing partner to play with,” you commented as you grabbed the arcade gun ready to play.
Oh you had no idea how much you were stroking Vash’s ego right now.
“Ready when you are,” you said as you selected the co-op choice on the screen.
You clearly weren’t as good as he was, but in your defense you hadn’t played in a long time. Plus, you were just happy to play alongside with Vash.
“Wow, look at you go! Do you think you could give me some pointers on how to do better?” you asked while looking at him. You checked to see if anyone was waiting for a turn behind you both. Thankfully there was no one so you had another quick round to play before moving on. You inserted a few more quarters and readied yourself once more.
“Oh sure, here I’ll show you,” Vash offered as he stood behind you while his hands touched yours as you held the toy gun.
Your heart was racing once you felt his touch. You could feel his palms had some callouses but he held your hands delicately as he positioned your aim.
“Okay so it’s all about which target is coming at you first and where to hit. It’s easier to hit the chest but it takes longer to knock them out. If you aim for the head, it should be easier to finish them off but you need to be precise on your aim. As for the reload, you don’t have to move alot. You just slightly move your gun away from the screen, pull the trigger and there you go. You’re back at full ammo again,” he explained as he guided you with each step. You could feel his breath tickle the back of your neck as you were turning red. You did your best to calm down and follow his steps. Eventually you got the hang of it and started finding a good pace.
“See there you go,” he commented as you finished off a few more zombies than last time and saw your final score improved a bit.
“That was so much fun! What other games should we play next?” you asked as he led you around the arcade more. You eventually tried out a few other co-op games like Mortal Combat, Mario Kart, and Street Fighter. You both shared a few wins and losses. But overall, you were both having fun and passed at least 3 hours in the arcade.
“I haven’t had that much fun in so long!” Vash said as he was smiling from ear to ear.
“Well if you ever want to play again or need a Player 2 just let me know,” you told him as you both walked out from there.
“You mean it?” he asked.
“Yeah! Just hope the bus is still running,” you added.
“Or I can just pick you up?” Vash offered as you looked at him.
“You don’t mind?” you asked.
“Yeah, you can ask me for a ride if you ever need anything. Now that we have each other’s numbers,” he brought up as you realized that fact. He can practically contact you any time. Again, how were you this lucky to know him?
“I’ll think about it,” you said as you smirked at the idea. If you weren’t truly bothering him, it flattered you that he was offering.
“So park time right?” you asked.
“Yes, but we’ll need my car,” he said as he pulled out his keys.
“Oh? We’re riding there now? I thought you said it’s nearby?” you asked.
“Yeah, we can walk there, but you’ll see why we need the car,” he said as he flashed you a smile.
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The Girl with the Glass
Trystan finds a mysterious scrapbook. Emily has a deep conversation with a stranger.
Characters: Trystan Thorne x Emily Rose
WC: 2.5k
Rating: Teen | CW: Mentions of Grief
CFWC Prompt Used: ‘Visiting a Holiday Market’ & ‘The holidays won’t be the same now that they’re gone’
A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! This drabble is inspired by an influx of things – mostly my favorite film, “Amélie,” if you couldn’t tell by the title. (Which, of course, is not-so-subtle-symbolism). Enjoy!
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“It’s your turn, Trystan!” 
Snow sprinkled downwards, little husks of angels drooping to the wintry ground. Crowds of faces walked the busy New York streets, surrounded by shiny knickknacks and dusty clothes. Cheeks were stained pink, and lips curled upwards in the holiday spirit. Trystan urged out a cocky grin, arms around Emily’s waist. 
“Is it, now?” 
“Yes, it is! I’ll go and get something for us to eat.” 
Trystan pecked her forehead, whispering, “Do something good!” before disappearing into the crowd. He grew fond of these new habits of love, searching for a trinket to take back to their hearth. 
It was a silly tradition, but a tradition nonetheless. It began with a scratched Pierrot figurine Emily bought from a vintage shop. Ivory skin and porcelain eyes, and a black-and-white costume with a frilled collar. Like some haunted elf on the shelf, the clown explored the apartment all by itself – according to Trystan, at least. The second well-loved piece was a gift from Marguerite: a brass ladybug ashtray. Neither Emily nor Trystan smoked, though the aureate bug was far too interesting to be thrown away. The most recent find was a print of Renoir’s The Luncheon of the Boating Party Emily purchased from a local art gallery. Both of them adored it; the celebration of warmth and good company, the splendid wines and fruits, calmness in beauty in the mundane. Drinks and company aside, Emily was far more fascinated with the girl with the glass. A sullen woman drinking wine in a sea of chatting strangers.
It was Trystan’s turn, and he was keen on finding an old book of sorts. He insisted on a leather novel of yellowed papers and annotated lines, with intricate Victorian details along the spine. Trystan paused, exhilarated at the antique booth before him. Forgotten scrapbooks, noir polaroids, rotten thrown-away cameras, and fringed lamps cornered him with an enticement to explore. 
Emily wandered around the opposite side of the market, searching for nearby food vendors. A strange harmony bubbled inside her; a soft scent, a beam from the clouded sun. She breathed in the scent of chestnuts and red wine, a wintry chill slipping through her bones. Silver bells danced in the December wind, faces greeting each other with a blissful smile. It was a perfect moment, a painting from her own eyes. 
On the sidewalk stood a white-haired woman in a vibrant Christmas sweater, her cane tapping the frozen ground. Breaths escaped her parted lips in subtle clouds of white. Trystan’s words repeated in Emily’s head, a determination settling within her. This was peace and contentment; the mundanity of a random December afternoon. 
“Excuse me, ma’am, do you need help?” 
“Yes, please!” 
“Careful of the curb, here we go!”
The woman held onto the cane, her other hand wrapped around Emily’s. Her heart burst at the scene developing around her. Laughs and joyous days echoed around her, the wind so sweet she gulped for more. 
“Hear that? That’s a florist laughing, he has crinkly eyes! A booth that smells like eucalyptus and rose is selling crystals and botanical postcards. The food truck across them is selling lollipops and hot cocoa for children. A farmer’s booth has rows of persimmons, oranges, and tangerines. Next to the fruits, a baby is watching her dad throw his hat in the air. We’re at the end of the market, there’s a bookstore and a vinyl shop in front of us. I’ll leave you here, goodbye!” 
The elderly woman struck out a pleased laugh, touched by moments folding around her. Memories of today fell like dominoes, scattering about like new snow. Her cheeks shined pink as Emily cradled her hand, stilling the woman’s trembling fingers. 
“Have a good day,” She whispered before walking off. 
“Wait,” The woman called out, “Are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat!” * * * *
Emily and the white-haired woman split an orange and two empanadas on a quiet bench. Emily, of course, contently peeled the oranges in thirds, ignoring the pith underneath her nails. 
Familiarity struck her as she handed the woman an orange. Her father’s willow-leaved eyes resembled the stranger’s. Perhaps in another life, Jimmy Rose grew old and never walked the wistful grounds of Box Thirty-Two. To breathe with wrinkled skin and grey hairs, lines creasing about his lips and forehead.  
“What’s your name?”
“Diana.” 
“I’m Emily,” she hid the third orange wedge in her coat pocket, “Do you like the food?” 
“I love it,” Diana grinned, “God, that vendor was beautiful, wasn’t she?” 
Emily gulped, taken aback, “How could you tell?” 
The other woman laughed and patted her lap, “Partial blindness. I can only see things if I’m up close.” 
“Oh!” Emily blushed awkwardly, “I’m sorry – I didn’t-” 
“Don’t worry.” 
“But, er, yes, the vendor was beautiful.” 
Diana perked up, casting an amused grin, “Are you a lesbian?” 
“Bisexual. And my boyfriend wanted to check this market out. He’s looking for…I dunno, some silly trinket to take home, and I told him I’d get us some food. Are you…also…?” 
Diana nodded. 
“How old are you?” 
“Sixty-eight. And you?” 
“Twenty-eight,” Diana winced. 
“Don’t worry, it does get better.” 
Emily shrugged, unconvinced. Her bones were brittle as if made of glass, jaded memories of Drakovia hitting her like violent waves against a sandy beach. Grief thrashed inside her head so intensely she’d wake up in the night, begging for air. There was avoiding it, no going under or over it. Whether she’d acknowledge it or not, trauma and grief permeated her life. 
“When?” Emily asked innocently, her eyes burning. Diana scooted slightly closer, resting her wrinkled hand over Emily’s. 
“When does it get better?” Emily nodded, cringing at her childish question, “However long it takes. Eventually…it’ll pass.” 
It had been sixteen years. Sixteen lonely years, and it had, indeed, not passed. She swore that she’d be done with everything by twenty. That foolish promise broke, and twenty-eight was no different than twenty. All that was left of Jimmy Rose’s legacy was a cruel memory. 
“It’s been almost twenty years. I don’t think it will.” 
Emily gritted her teeth ruefully, furrowing her fingers into her hands until they became beet red. With a blink of an eye, she was no longer the famed private detective who took down the Heartache Killer; but a tall child with no father. 
“Oh, Emily,” Diana cooed, “I’m so sorry. But that’s simply not true,” She murmured, struggling to find the right words, “Nothing lasts forever. Things pass, lives go on, and it feels fucking awful when you’re…stuck. But when we are stuck, all we have is each other. To get by, at least.” 
Emily’s walls began crumbling. Her hands instinctively covered her face, sheltering herself from the world. Diana granted her some space, moving closer to the other end of the bench. 
“I’m sorry,” Emily rubbed her face, grasping at anything to change the subject. With a pained sigh, she uttered, “Y’know, I don’t really like Christmas. I just–I’m just here because of a stupid tradition.” 
“I don’t either,” Diana said, “But my wife loved it. Every year, God bless her soul, she’d always cook the worst beef wellington ever!” Diana with a familiar gleefulness, “I’d always eat it. I mean, it was atrocious and entirely raw, but she cooked it. Made with love…and absolutely no seasoning. I would do anything to have it this year.” 
“I’m so sorry for your loss,” Emily whispered, “Her wellington must’ve made your day. My dad took me to Rockefeller Square every year until he passed. I always thought he was a king for that,” She chuckled, “I remember seeing it for the first time. I didn’t even know trees got that big.” 
“He sounds like an amazing Dad. I’m so sorry he was lost to you.” 
“Thank you. I try to remember the good things about him. It helps keep his spirit alive.” 
Inklets of snow trailed down and stained their hair, solemness in the wind. Emily cleared her throat, pushing past the silence. 
“Can you tell me more about your wife?” 
“Of course,” Diana beamed, “Her name was Dani. She lived in the apartment next to mine. She was an amazing pianist. I’d always hear her playing through the walls. One day, I knocked on her door and asked if I could listen to her.” 
“Do you remember what song she played?” 
“Yes! It was, hm, ‘Camptine?’ No – ‘Comptine d’un autre été.’ You really should listen to it sometime.” 
“I’ll hold you to that…how long were you two together?” 
“Twenty years and ninety-eight days – but who’s counting? We were completely different and so unlike,” Diana’s face grew serious, “And she was so different in the end, too. It’s odd to see someone die when they’re already gone and so, so small.”
Emily fiddled with her hands, jaws clenched, “I’m so sorry, Diana. I can’t imagine losing–” She choked on a small pit in her throat, “I just can’t imagine a loss like that.” 
“Thank you. The two of us had an amazing life. We really, really did. I mean – sometimes I still see her, even in little things, I still feel her with me.” 
“What do you mean?” 
“I see her everywhere,” Diana’s lips quivered, “I see her when it rains, and I think of the song she played for me when we first met. I saw La Traviata last summer, and all I thought about was her. Whenever I walk by a deli, I think of her God-awful beef wellington and cry.” 
A glint of doubt shimmered in Emily’s eye. Uncertainty twisted her insides, striking with fierce ripples of despair and mourning. 
“Listen to me,” Diana said sternly, “One day at a time is all we got. So go on and live. But, when the time does come…kiss his forehead, rub his feet, and play a song that reminds you of him. It will be hard, and I don’t think it will ever go away completely. But I promise – after some time, you’ll wake up and feel, maybe not better, but as if you’ve adjusted to the pain of it all. And then it won’t hurt so much.” 
A surge of preemptive grief washed over Emily, though tears never flooded her eyes. The burdens of the past and deaths of the future weren’t gone, but instead quiet and still in her mind. Death is only a moment, a bitter soul slipping into the next room. Two words repeated in Emily’s head until she was content. 
“Thank you. I never thought of it that way…thank you.” 
Easy silence lay upon them, the words shared by each other warm in their throats. Flurries of unknown faces passed by, snowflakes tangling in their hair with ease. Spotting Trystan in the crowd of strangers, Emily greeted the mischievous smirk on his face, hands tucked behind his back. 
“Hey partner,” Trystan kissed the top of Emily’s head, “And who’s this?” 
“I’m Diana…and you must be the boyfriend Emily was telling me about!” 
“Oh, yeah? What’d she tell you?” 
“Your deepest and darkest secrets, obviously,” Emily deadpanned, “...You hiding something back there?” 
With a smug grin, Trystan unveiled a wrapped gift. He chuckled, “You’ll see! I’ll show you later.” 
“Hey, I also got you something!” Emily grabbed the orange slice from her pocket, wiping away tiny beads of lint. Trystan’s face lit up, mouth agape. 
“I love you. Thank you,” Trystan pecked her forehead once more before biting into the citrus, “And it was lovely meeting you, Diana. I hope Emily didn’t tell you every secret of mine.” Diana laughed, shaking his hand. 
“Of course not. And Emily?” She whispered into her ear, “Remember what you’re here for.”
* * * *
“Do I seriously need to be blindfolded for this?” 
“I mean,” He pressed his hands tight against Emily’s covered eyes, “Yeah, you do.” 
Emily grumbled, rolling her eyes through the thick wad of fabric tied around her head. A week had passed since she met Diana, and all that was in her mind were her tender words. Emily fixed her pout, forcing a tooth-shining smirk as Trystan led her across the apartment. 
“The things I do for you.” 
“Careful, darling,” Trystan gently moved her away from hitting the coffee table, “And sit…err, right here!” 
“Can I take the blindfold off now?” 
“Not yet!” 
Sounds of scuffling surrounded her, and Emily grew curious. Trystan had been hiding something since the trip to the market. Whenever she’d mentioned it, he’d waggle a finger to his lips and utter gibberish. 
Emily scoffed, amused, “Is this about that thing you got last week?” Trystan snickered with a childlike excitement. 
“...Maybe.” 
The tussling stopped, and Trystan sat beside her. Resting a hand on her thigh, he grinned, “Okay! You can take it off now.” 
“Oh…my God!” 
A leatherbound scrapbook and a dainty film camera plastered with Hello Kitty stickers sat across them. Colorful children’s doodles scuffed the book cover, crayons covering every inch. Squiggly letters in blue and red revealed the title: RoSe fAmilY aDveNtureS. Emily gasped, flooded with faint memories of her father. With flushed cheeks, she turned to Trystan and gawked. 
“Trystan!” Emily squealed, “You found this last week?” 
“Mhm,” He bobbed his head, “I showed it to Tommy to make sure. He said he must’ve accidentally donated it while cleaning up the attic. It…may or may not have taken me a long time to figure out how to use the camera – but it works! I’ll hook it up to the TV, okay?” 
“I fucking love you.” 
Emily and Trystan flipped page after page, soaking in long-forgotten moments of Emily’s past. At the top of each page contained a laminated label. Little Emily as San, Halloween 2002. Trip to Luzon, June 2005. Fluffernutters and Chocolate Rocks! 
Stacks of polaroids were taped against each other, smiles and blissful memories in every photo. One quickly seized Trystan’s attention. ‘2001’ was written at the hem of the photo. At the center, a pigtailed Emily smiled widely at the camera, boasting her half-eaten yan yan. 
“God,” Emily grazed her thumb over the polaroid, “I can’t believe you found this.” 
“Me too. Maybe we can look through Tommy’s attic sometime. There has to be other scrapbooks we can find.” 
“Can we look through the camera now?” 
“Of course, dear.” 
Emily grinned at Trystan, warmed by his gift. It’d been years since her heart grew so fondly, a quiet ease running through her body. Her bones were, indeed, not made of glass. She was not brittle and weak, but rather brimming with love and sentiment. Pain and sorrow were in her veins, too, yet on this still and snowy morning, Emily was at peace. 
* * * * A/N: This fic was both such a pain and so nice to write lol. I wanted to give a little thank you to @jerzwriter @lexicook74-blog and @logolepzy for helping me edit this fic! Thank you all so much for your feedback, I appreciate you all SO much.
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fangirlfrom-hell · 5 months
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*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠
Big Brothers' Reunion Goes Wrong
Jay and Will Halstead x Sister || Healstead Sister one shot
There is an episode in PD season 2 where Jay is in his kitchen, and Will's one night stand appears out of nowhere and she just greets him. It's kinda funny. I took that scene to write this, more or less.
I have always felt that in these CPD episodes Will seems to be a jerk, so I'm sorry if I wrote him with that same vibe (Don't get me wrong I really like Will).
I just wanted to write more about Becca becoming a theatre girl and I took the chance 🥺 Cherish this phase of Becca Healstead.
It was earlier than usual when Becca opened the fridge to drink some orange juice. She was wearing a sports top and joggers, also a thin black sweater, her hair picked up in a high ponytail. She started to prepare coffe for her brother, while she ate a slice of bread.
-"Oh! You woke up early". Jay said really surprised while entering the kitchen, still in the clothes he slept in.
-"Yeah. I'm trying to practice".
-"Practice what?" He said looking at her outfit.
-"My acting teacher gave me some exercises to improve my movements, they are really tough to do. I also want to keep working on my flexibility. I don't really have so much time during the afternoons, so I figured I could wake up earlier to do it".
-"Wow!" Jay said, raising his brows. -"You are really into it, aren't you?". He was genuinely happy for her.
-"Yes!" She said with excitement. -"All thanks to you, Jay Jay".
-"Hey! Now that you are into a sporty phase, maybe you can come with me to the gym, or we can go together for a walk. You can also show me your exercises, I don't know. A brother-sister thing, sounds like fun".
-"Sure, I'd love that!" Her exercises had nothing to do with that type of training, but she tought it was a sweet idea, also she was always up to spend time with her big brother.
-"What about the coffee, anyway? You can't drink it, still too young. It's prohibited".
-"I was doing it for you, dummy". Becca gave him a playful push as Jay laughed.
-"Sit down, silly". Jay grabbed a pan and some other kitchen utensils. -"Now, what do you want for breakfast?".
-"Scrambled eggs and bacon and toasted bread". They said at the same time, Jay imitating Becca's everyday answer.
-"Shut up! As if you knew how to cook something else".
-"Ok, kiddo. I need to tell you something. It's nothing bad, I'm just not sure if you are going to like it or not".
-"What is it? You are scaring me".
But their conversation got interrupted by the sound of a door opening from inside of the apartment. An unknown woman came out from one of the rooms half dressed, finishing putting on her clothes.
Becca's eyes went wide in surprise and she just put her head down not being sure of what to do. Jay instinctively walked to his sister's side. He kinda knew what was going on, but didn' know how to react with the little girl's presence.
-"Oh, good morning!" She said, -"You must be Jay, nice to meet you!".
-"Nice to meet you too". He said with a smirk and without even noticing he placed a hand on Becca's head so she wouldn't look up.
-"I'm so sorry. I didn't know your daughter was here. I should be going".
When she left, Jay took his hand off Becca, but she remained in the same position
-"O-K, that was weird. What's going on?"
Jay bit his lip before answering: -"Will is back to Chicago...".
Becca quickly raised her head with what looked like excitement, but Jay couldn't really interpret that reaction. He was a damn good detective, but most of the time it was hard to read his sister. In that exact moment, Will made his entrance. He was shirtless, puting on his pants.
-"And he's staying here...".
-"Pff, sorry about that!". He said laughing. When he was going to continue with his story, Jay gave him a sign to cut it off. He hadn't noticed their little sister's presence.
-"Oh! Becca? What are you doing here, girl?" He stroked her head not so carefully which made her pull a face. -"Shouldn't you be with dad?".
Jay was reclining on the table with his two arms outstretched, looking at his siblings reunited at his place.
-"Nice to see you too, Will". Once more, she was hard to read.
-"Why don't you go to get a shower? Get ready for school". Jay instructed. -"Breakfast will be ready when you come out again".
-"Why isn't she at her house? Shouldn't she be with dad?".
-"This is her house, Will...basically. She stays here during the weekends, that's granted. Sometimes on weekdays, but that's not usual".
-"Why?" Will asked strangely.
-"There are a lot of things you don't know. I'm glad you had fun yesterday, but as you can tell this can't happen anymore...well, at least not so often. I hadn't told you about Becca staying here from time to time, because there was no need. She called me last night and when I came back with her, it never crossed my mind that you had a hot chick in your room. It was late".
-"So...you are playing the dad role? Jay--".
-"Hey! We're not talking about this, you don't even have the right". -He stopped him. -"And put on some clothes, man. You are taking her to school today".
Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share 😌♡
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Halloween Party
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Pairing: Robin Buckley/ Female Reader
Requested By: NA
Word Count: 3,064
Summary: You and Robin have been... Something for months now. But you weren't sure where you stood with her. Kisses and cuddles and movie nights were a constant, but what did they all mean? Will Steve's annual Halloween party be the night you finally get your answer?
Content Warning: Brief descriptions of drug and alcohol use.
Robin Buckley Masterlist
Stranger Things Masterlist
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The house was lit up in orange and purple. A single green light bulb illuminated the front door. You could hear the loud music playing through the expensive stereo system as you opened your car door. Robin stepped out of the passenger seat, swinging her Batman cape dramatically behind her. 
"Are you ready to party?" She asked, lowering her voice. 
You threw your head back in a laugh as you walked to meet her in front of your car. "Are you gonna talk like that all night?" You asked her as you began to walk up the sidewalk to the front door. 
"Yes," she answered in the same low tone. "Because I'm-" she stopped suddenly, pulling her cape up to hide the bottom half of her face. "Batman." 
"You're certifiable," you giggled. Robin walked ahead of you, reaching the porch first. She reached one black gloved hand forward and pressed the doorbell. There was a few moments of silence before the heavy wooden door swung open. 
"Evening, ladies!" Steve greeted you with a wide smile. 
"Good evening, citizen," Robin answered. 
"She gonna do this all night?" He asked, his attention turning to you. You didn't answer, simply sighing as you shrugged. Steve closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose and shaking his head. "Fine. Come on in, Batman." 
Robin grinned at you before entering behind Steve. You closed the door behind you, trying your best to mentally prepare for having to hear Robin's terrible Batman impression all night. Or, until her voice got tired. Whichever came first, you supposed. 
You followed Steve into his kitchen where his girlfriend was leaned against the center island. Steve picked up the stereo remote from the counter, turning down the volume of the music. 
"Hey, guys!" His girlfriend greeted loudly. She pulled Robin into a hug first before pulling your shoulders to her chest. "Batman, very nice," she commented. She turned her attention to you, her brows furrowing as she took in your outfit. "I'm sorry, but what is your costume?" She asked you finally. 
You sighed, looking to Robin. You twisted your lips as you tried to hide the smile that was threatening to spread over your face. "I'm Robin." You finally answered, gesturing to yourself. You wore Robin's black sweater, a pair of suspenders over it and a pale yellow button up. Her jeans were cuffed to your ankles and a pair of beat up converse completed the look. 
Robin dropped the Batman impression as she burst into a fit of laughter beside you. "Get it?" She asked, her nose wrinkling below the black mask that covered her eyes and hair as she clapped her hands in front of her chest. "Batman and Robin!" 
Steve rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "Absolutely ridiculous," he sighed. 
"Oh, come on, it's funny!" Robin cried. "At least we match." 
"I was not going to be a pirate," his girlfriend announced. She adjusted the pointed black hat on the crown of her head. "And I wanted to be spooky. It's Halloween!" 
Steve wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her hip into his side. He leaned down to kiss her cheek. She smiled wide as she leaned into his lips. "Still a total babe, warts and all," he said, smiling into her cheek. 
Robin gagged dramatically beside you. She turned to you, sticking her tongue out, pointing one finger into her mouth. "Keep it in your pants, Steven." She groaned. 
A while later Eddie showed up with his date. Their costumes were less inspired than yours, which Robin pointed out immediately. 
"Vampires?" She asked, rolling her eyes. "That's literally just your clothes." 
"And she's wearing just your clothes, Buckley." 
"But it's funny when she does it!"  
Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. The chains on his jacket sleeve chimed softly as they moved against one another before being quieted by his chest. He twisted his lips in faux annoyance, trying to hide a smile.
"You girls," he started with a sigh. His curls were more wild than normal tonight, bouncing as he shook his head. 
His date touched his shoulder, their fingers splaying over the sleeve of his jacket. "Stop whining," they cooed. "She's right. Their costumes are pretty good. I mean, Batman and Robin?" Their smile was soft as they defended you to him. You watched with delight as his scowl softened and a real Eddie Munson smile took its place. 
He rolled his eyes once more as he uncrossed his arms, draping one over their shoulders. "Shut up," he sighed. "Our costumes are awesome." The pair shared a look. It was soft, sweet and full of affection. 
More people began to trickle into the party slowly. Jonathan and Argyle, accompanied by a few people you didn't recognize. Nancy and some guy she'd met at school, who for some reason agreed to come back to Hawkins for her highschool boyfriend's Halloween party. Even a few of Eddie's Hellfire friends showed up, neither one in costume. 
The music was turned up and bottles of alcohol were opened in the kitchen. Plastic caps of all colors littered the countertops as drinks were poured into black and orange cups. Smoke from cigarettes and joints alike clung to the ceilings as they were lit up and passed around to party goers. 
Robin held an orange cup in her when she found you. You had been camped out along the wall for most of the party. A few of your friends had come over to you, offering drinks and smokes and conversation before making polite exits with promises of being right back. They didn't come right back, and that was fine. You had fun watching everyone from your little vantage point at the edge of the party. 
"Hello, beautiful," Robin croaked in a fading Batman voice. She pushed her cup towards you and you accepted it without comment. The contents of her drink burned as you swallowed. It was most definitely a Nancy Wheeler concoction. 80% booze with a splash of mixer. 
"Havin' fun?" She asked in her normal voice, her tone just a bit raspier than normal. You suspected keeping up the Batman impression sporadically over the last two hours was taking its toll. 
"'Course I am," you answered with a smile. Robin returned your smile as she leaned against the wall beside you. Her head tilted down to meet your shoulder gently. "Are you?" You asked only loud enough to be heard over the music. 
"Oh, yeah" she giggled. "Think I need to slow down on these, though. Getting a little too drink too fast." 
"Happens to the best of us," you omitted the 'babe' that you wanted to tack on to the end of the sentence. The beat of silence that the single syllable should have filled hung between you. You wondered if Robin noticed. 
Things with you and Robin were good. Great, even. But they were confusing. Muddled and unclear. You'd been… something for a few months now. But you didn't know what. 
It started at the end of summer. Right around the time that the August sun was its highest as it hung over Hawkins. When the sweltering heat had drawn almost everyone you knew to this very house and the large in ground pool that sat in the backyard. 
Robin's touches would linger just a little longer than absolutely necessary when you asked for her help applying sunblock to your back. Her gaze was a little slower as she raked her blue eyes over your new swimsuit the day you debuted it to your friends. She'd rest her hand a little too high on your exposed thigh when she'd laugh at your, admittedly, not that funny jokes. 
The changes were subtle. Slow and easy to ignore if you'd wanted. But you didn't. You played into them. You shimmied your shoulders against her lotion covered palms. Bent just slightly towards her to give your cleavage a better angle while towel drying your legs after a swim. Rested your hand over hers when it would land on your leg, dangerously close to something that could be considered indecent in front of the kids. 
The first few weeks were intense. There was no other way to describe it. The first time she'd kissed you was at Steve's house, in the small shed that held the pool supplies. You'd been sent on an errand to retrieve a floating ring for Nancy. Robin followed you, claiming to need one of the spare towels that was stored in the shed. You handed her a towel, but instead of accepting it she'd kissed you. Her lips were hesitant as they pressed to yours, surrounded by floaties and pool chemicals in a shed that smelled like chlorine and summer. 
After that night it was like the floodgates of Robin's affections were opened. You'd go on dates every week. Grabbing burgers at a local diner, or holding hands in the dark of a movie theater. The kisses shared in your car or bedroom grew sweeter and more familiar. Robin kept her hands on you as much as possible. Touching the small of your back as she passed behind you. Your arms linked as you walked downtown. Her hands on your waist as she kissed you against your closed door. It was exciting. It was earthmoving. It was perfect. 
But it was also confusing. And at times frustrating. The two of you would do all the normal "couple" things. The kisses and the touches and the phone calls that lasted late into the night, neither of you wanting to be the one to hang up. But you weren't a couple. You didn't think so, at least. Neither of you had actually said the word "date" in regards to your weekly outings. Neither of you would put a label on what was happening. At first that was fine. But as the weeks turned to months and the seasons began to change, the unsureness of it all started to pull at you.
But tonight was not the time to have the conversation you knew you would have to have sooner or later. Tonight was about fun. About gathering with your friends and watching them be stupid together as the discount booze clouded their brains. You allowed Robin to pull you to the center of the living room. She placed one hand on your hip, the other dangling over your shoulder as she moved to the music. She kissed you as the song ended. Her hand on your hip pulled you closer to her. She tasted like chapstick and rum. 
You stayed in the middle of the dimly lit living room for a few more songs before Robin announced that she needed a drink. "This costume is, like, ungodly warm," she said with a smile. She leaned into you once more. Her hand that had been over your shoulder moved to your neck. Her long fingers wrapped around the neck of your neck as she pulled into another soft kiss before stepping away towards the kitchen. 
You took your previous spot on the wall once more. A few moments later you were joined by Arglye dressed as Cheech Marin from Up In Smoke. He snapped his red suspenders against his chest as he walked up to you. 
"Heeyyyy," he greeted with a giggle. "Suspender buddies!" 
You pulled your own suspenders from beneath your yellow button up. You stretched them in front you a few times before letting them fall gently back into place. "Where's Chong?" You asked, leaning closer to him. 
"Who knows, man," he smiled. "Probably trying to get someone to listen to him explain fuckin' Vonnegut or something. Kid gets real existential on this stuff," he finished, lifting the lit joint in his hand. 
"Thanks for the warning," you laughed. 
He held his hand out to you, offering a hit of the joint. You politely declined, shaking your head and wrinkling your nose. Alcohol was one thing, but you never partook in the drugs. Not that you were a prude or anything, but being high wasn't fun for you. You much preferred to be the sober one watching everyone else get messed up. He accepted your refusal and brought the joint to his own lips before sucking in a long, deep drag. You had to admit that you were almost impressed by his lung capacity. He smiled at you once more before leaving you alone on the wall, a cloud of smoke following him. 
You watched the party for a bit longer. It seemed as though Jonathan has been successful in finding someone who would listen to him wax poetic about the genius and intricacies of Vonnegut, sitting beside a guy you didn't recognize on the couch and looking very intent as he spoke. Steve and his girlfriend were being great hosts. They walked around both separately and together, greeting their guests and making sure everyone felt good and was having fun. It was when they walked hand in hand into the kitchen that you realized it had been a while since Robin left you in the living room in favor of getting another drink. You pushed off from your spot on the wall and walked the perimeter of the living room towards the kitchen. 
When you got closer you saw Robin standing with Nancy and her boyfriend. He leaned back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug half smile on his face. Robin looked annoyed as she spoke to him. Her eyes were wide as she moved her hands between them, slowly taking steps around him. 
As you got closer you saw more of the room and its occupants. Robin, Nancy, and her boyfriend were at the sink. You saw that Eddie was standing with Steve and his girlfriend at the kitchen table in the middle of the room. Eddie was pouring vodka into a black plastic cup, smiling at something as you crossed the threshold into the room. 
"- jealous that my girlfriend and I have better costumes than you, it's okay to admit." Robin finished whatever she was saying loudly, her back now facing you. Nancy's eyes widened, her glance going quickly between your face and Robin's. 
Robin turned to you and you swear you could actually see the color drain from her face. The Batman mask had been ditched long ago so you were able to clearly see her face go ghostly pale when her eyes met yours. 
"What?" Steve all but yelled from his spot near the table. "I'm sorry, Rob, girl-" his girlfriend smacked his arm, effectively stopping what was sure to be a word vomit of epic proportions. His eyes were so wide that his brows were completely hidden by his bangs. 
"I- I uh-" Robin stammered, her hands waving between your bodies. It suddenly felt like every noise in the house was silent. Every other person dropped away. All you could focus on was Robin's eyes and the way her body was so rigid beneath the black cotton of her costume. 
Without thinking you reached forward and took one of her waving hands in yours. She froze at your touch, for the first time since you met her she was completely still. You turned and started walking towards the back door as she trailed behind you. It felt like you were operating on autopilot as you led her through the living room, down a hallway, and out the back door. The air was chilly as an October breeze swept over you.
"Listen, I'm sorry, I-" Robin started stammering again as she pulled the glass door closed behind her. "I don't know why I said that. Please don't be mad at me, it's just you're so cool and you're so pretty and we have a lot of fun together and I just-" 
"Girlfriend, huh?" You asked, stopping her rambling as you turned to face her. You tried to hide a smile but you knew that you were failing at it.
Robin's face relaxed as she scanned your expression. She looked away from you, suddenly shy. Her eyes darted around Steve's yard. The trees that lined the perimeter, the large pool in the center. The shed that held pool floaties and chemicals, but most importantly - your first kiss. Her grin curled high on her cheeks, her nose wrinkling as she showed all of her perfect teeth. 
"I guess - I mean, I don't know," she answered. She finally looked back at you. Her eyes were so bright beneath the dim yellow of the porch light. "If you wanted to be my girlfriend, I guess I'd let you."
"Oh, you'd let me?" You asked, taking a step closer to her. 
"I suppose that I might, maybe, potentially… want to be your girlfriend, too." She took one step closer to you, nearly closing the space between your bodies. 
"Maybe? Potentially?" You asked with a smile. Your hands found their usual spot on her hips. 
"Definitely," she corrected herself as her arms came to rest on your shoulders. "I definitely want to be your girlfriend." 
You pulled her closer to you, completely closing the gap between your bodies. She grinned as her hips met yours. Her arms wrapped around your neck in a hug you hoped you'd never have to leave. This time when she kissed you, it was like a new world was opening up for you. You weren't just kidding your friend Robin. You were kissing your girlfriend. A word you never thought you'd say out loud. 
"Then I guess I'm your girlfriend," you whispered when she broke the kiss. Your lips brushed against hers as you spoke. 
Suddenly the glass door was sliding open. Eddie, Steve, and Nancy were standing in the doorway. Of course they'd been watching. Eddie howled like a dog, fist pumping in what you could only assume was his attempt at mimicking Arsenio. 
"So, are two, like, official now?" Steve asked, stepping through the door. You smiled at Robin as you both nodded. He threw his head back dramatically and put his hands up to the sky. "Fucking finally! I don't know how much longer I could have sat here and listened to Robin whine and moan about not knowing what you were." Robin didn't answer, simply flipping him off before pulling into another perfect kiss. 
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Feedback is always appreciated! Requests are open! Have a great weekend! 🥰
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patpran's matching outfits
this was originally part of a thread on twitter but i figured i should stick it here too!
over the course of bbs patpran wear some...interesting outfits, but as they get together their wardrobe is a lot more coordinated and matchy 🥰 in particular, i think brown/orange seems to be associated with their happiness and comfort; red/blue symbolizes them together; and black/white i think is a little bit more of a pat motif but in the same way that stripes are pran's—black and white stripes show up quite often for both of them.
episode 2
blue is pat's color and red is pran's; however, as soon as episode 2 we see that their night clothes have swapped this:
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episode 4 & episode 7 & episode 12
their most iconic redgreen moments—without a doubt i know this was intentional. (and also with pran's stripe motif weaved in all of them too!):
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yes, in the last pic pat is wearing matching socks to pran's sweater. can you believe it. UGH.
episode 5
i'm sure everyone and their (baseball) mom has pointed it out, but their color swap at the top of the roof—pran in pat's blue, pat in pran's red—remains to be iconic of them. chef's kiss:
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episode 6
patpran in blue and orange, which incidentally are ohm/nanon's colors (except ohm is orange and nanon is blue) in reverse! idk if this counts as matching but i wanted to point it out:
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episode 7
this is when we start to see both of them mingle the red and blues together equally/in the same scenes, which of course indicates that their feelings are starting to become knowingly mutual 🥰 also special note that pat's shirt does covertly make it look like it reads "your man," while he's talking to pran
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episode 7 & our skyy
this one is less matchy but instead evidence that they share clothes—because yes, the sweater pat wears at the end of ep 7 is the same one pran wears at the end of our skyy 2, which is only fitting as the scenes are parallel (patpran (almost) kissing over food and getting interrupted by pa):
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episode 8 & episode 12
the black/white/orange-brown motifs my beloveds!! it's so basic at first in episode 8—indicating the start and novelty of their relationship—but is very, very obvious in the episode 12 scenes if you look for it:
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episode 8
and of course we can't forget their iconic matching orange shirts in episode 8 too—this is what made me feel like orange in particular is supposed to indicate their comfort with each other:
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episode 10
we start really early on with patpran both in red and blue together—really symbolic in how easily they've adapted into their relationship and each other:
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i also found this really interesting—pat's shirt says "SUN SUN SUN" while pran's shirt has a rainbow on it (with "radiate positivity," lol) both of which definitely go together, however subtle this matching is!
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and then of course when they go to the high school. this is definitely one of the most visually standing out matching outfits between pat and pran, the red and blue and pran's tote bag and the necklace bag all blending beautifully together. pran carrying his necklace bag, a gift from pat, while pat carries pran's tote. pat in the blue and light red, and while pran is mostly wearing his red and white stripes, you can really notice in this shot how many things he has are shades of blue—shades of pat:
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not sure if i can draw a matching set from these two outfits but i still love them so i'm putting them here anyway:
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episode 12
we see pran in pink a lot even when pat is donning pink/red himself—so of course it makes sense for pran, in the last scene, to don some blue. also, together comes the return of the black/white/orange-brown color palette! and of course pat wearing the smiley face shirt we saw from a brief pan over in episode 1, which we know makes pat think of pran (that shot led right into the pond flashback)—it's also the same type of smiley face that was on pran's bag when he was in high school, and fits in with the rest of the smiley faces in pran's room, symbolizing that this is where pat has always belonged: with pran.
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special mention to:
pat at the beginning of episode 8! we can agree this is pran's shirt, right? pran's the one with the striped shirts with collars—pat definitely decided to wear his boyfriend's shirt after a very long night:
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palepinkgoat · 2 months
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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY
Thank you to my loves @deedala @darlingian @mybrainismelted! @juliakayyy
About you name: Karen
age: between Noel and Layla
starsign: Leo sun Sagittarius moon
your first language: english
second language: Spanish in the weakest way possible. I wish I would have continued it past high school or had the guts to practice with others. When I was in Mexico and in Spain I could get by, but that's it. I can understand more than I can speak. I guess there's always time to work on it.
favourite lip product: burts bees lip balm
the best food dish you can make without a recipe: any kind of soup or stew. I made a great bean and kielbasa soup that everyone loves. I'm also making cakes from memory these days after making them so often.
If you drink tea, what kind?: earl grey, sometimes chamomile If you drink coffee, what roast do you usually get? The kind I buy is a medium roast but I love any hot coffee, any time of day. favourite thing to watch on youtube right now: I like to watch what my kids call "mom tube" which is stuff like decluttering, house stuff, cooking and food related, money saving stuff... favourite item of clothing right now: I bought four of the same sweater in different colors from Target and I love them all. I typically do things like that - buy the same thing. I like a "uniform" and in my older age I'm getting more and more picky about the way fabric feels.
fandom three movies you recommend: Lady Bird, American Movie, Rushmore
your favourite concert: I saw Patti Smith in like 2004 and she was mesmerizing.
have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?: call me petty, but yes.
have you ever left a fandom because of the fans?: I abandoned the shameless fandom for a while because it felt too overwhelming for me - that was back in 2016 maybe?
the best tv show you watched last year: The Bear
do you have a fancasting you just can't let go of?: I have no idea what this means!
a ship you've abandoned: Willow/Tara on a scale of 1-10 how willing are you to share your ao3 history?: Uh, 8? do you have a fandom tattoo?(do you want one?): I have "sorry I'm late" with an orange heart and a black heart on my forearm. I want another gallavich/shameless tattoo I just have to think about it a while. what fandom do you wish was bigger?: Can there please be a Mary Poppins fandom. I could talk about that movie all day long.
has a finale ever ruined a show for you?: I don't think so!
have you...
swam in an ocean?: yes, begrudgingly. I am terrified of the ocean but I swam in it really shallowly as a teenager. ever been vegan/vegetarian?: yes, also as a teenager. In my 20s I rarely ate meat but when I did I felt like I could lift a car. I would break my pseudo-veg ways for beef only. Steak. A burger. Anything. I love beef. Sorry cows. gone skinny dipping?: yes in my 20s at a campground when I was kind of drunk. Not ideal. I am terrified of the water outside of swimming pools, especially dark water. I think I was trying to be sexy or something?
gone skiing?: yes a lot when I was in middle school
been to a convention?: not yet! Crowds get me overstimulated so not sure if that's in my future. Tagging @heymacy @michellemisfit @francesrose3 @gallawitchxx @rereadanon @skylerwinchester @thisdivorce @howlinchickhowl
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pinksoullesswench · 4 months
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Cute, cozy ways to survive winter
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- buy a winter-ish tea to warm you up in the morning and the evening. You can also make your own mix (I love cranberry and elderberry)
- take vitamin D3 to boost your mood and prevent seasonal depression
- take beta carotin to have a glowy, tanned skin even without the sunlight
- get a good quality jacket from a material like wool or hemp (eco), and yes, it will cost a lot, but it's worth it. It keeps your warmer than any cheaper jacket and will last longer. A tip from a broke girl: I started to save up money in June. Also I search only in second-hand stores. I also recommend a faux fur. You can already find nice finds for 90€
- few times a week, make yourself a little bath for your feet. After a cold day, pour hot water into a bowl and put some nice bathing salts or etheric oils, I usually do smth that smells like pine trees. Super relaxing and warms your feet ^^
- read winter-ish books. They help to romanticize the cold time and make the season much more special
- get yourself a nice thick pair of socks that you will enjoy wearing during the winter
- dress warm. I have a special thermal set that I always put under my clothes. Avoid wearing jeans, for they will only make you freeze. Wear thick sweaters (I love cashmere, I bought one cheap in a second hand store), or long warm skirts or dresses (they make me feel girly and special during the cold time) remember, when you buy expensive, good quality clothes keep them in natural colors so they're universal and timeless. Remember: the time of cute outfits is over, now we're in the survival mode
- you can add yourself some color with pretty gloves and hats. I love wearing slavic scarves during the winter to honor my heritage
- when buying a shower gel, perfume, shampoo or body lotion peak smells that remind you of winter. I go for mandarine/ orange scents 😊🍊
- drink vitamin c in the morning!!!
- choose a thicker cream for your face, nothing water-based. Your skin needs special care and protection during the winter. I have an acne prone, oily skin, and I still choose thicker creams, so don't be afraid to do the same. My go-to for winter is a levera cream for sensitive skin and a black cumin seed oil. I also like products from PinusVital.
- uv still exists during winter so don't forget a sunscreen!
- decorate your apartment, room or house with winter decor. I'd defiently focus more on winter related things since they will last until March. Christmas things tend to be thrown away much quicker after Christmas. There's so many cute ideas!
- get yourself a sun clock. It's a lamp you put by your bed, which imitates the sunshine. It's especially useful in early mornings since we humans aren't programmed to be waking up in full darkness. It helps to wake up your body :)
- get yourself a bunch of candles and light them in the evening. Element of fire has always been crucial for our ancestors during these trying times
- every single week plan to do something new. It can be finding a new song or new album, going to a restaurant or a coffee shop you've never been to before, learning something new, visiting a place you haven't seen yet, trying out a new recipe, even taking a different rode back from work/school, write a new poem, start a new book, watch a new movie, keep yourself entertained by little things
- out of the same principle, try to redecorate or change placement of furniture from time to time. Our brains get easily bored and especially during winter it can be very depressing. Brains need the change to stay healthy and fit
- especially during cold times, a community is really important. Even if you're an introverted person, it doesn't mean you should stay alone all the time. Humans are social beings, and we need contacts to one another. During winter months and long evenings, loneliness can be very hard. Try looking for a local book club or knitting club or any other club you'd enjoy. Download Bumble BFF it's an app that helps you to find friends! Volunteer at your local senior house or even your local dog shelter. Being constantly alone has literally never done anyone any good.
- burn incenses to boost energies in your household (any time it's needed, of course if you believe in stuff like this :) ) I recommend orange incense (brings luck and happiness)
- spend time outside. During the week I barely have time but every weekend I try to go on a walk possibly out in the nature. Your mental state regulates this way. Just 15 minutes of walk outside each day can boost your mood. Believe me, it comes from a person who struggled a lot with depressions.
- don't forget to eat well. You burn more calories during the winter because your body uses lots of energy to keep itself warm. Eat regular, well-balanced food portions. I love vegetarian food magazines that offer amazing seasonal recipes, so you cook with vegetables and fruits that actually grow during the winter. I think it adds more magic and meaning to the season to cook with seasonal food.
- wake up early. And early can be different for every person, but sleeping in every day is not proven to be healthy. Sleeping in causes chronic diseases, slows down your metabolism, and can cause social problems. Of course, there's nothing wrong with having one slower day, but having a crazy sleeping schedule can get you in sleep debt that will not result in anything productive.
- pick projects you want to accomplish during winter like for example my projects are: learn about local birds and mammals, make a little house in my local forest, learn how to diy fairy houses, learn how to knit :)
❄️Remember that winter time is the time to slow down and relax. Look around at nature and see how everything is seemingly dead and waiting for the spring. Don't worry if you're not being great all the time or constantly achieving new milestones because it's totally fine to calm down after many months of work. I know that the capitalism convinced us that we should always work, no matter what, but I just want you to remember that nature intended otherwise and of you're more tired and sleepy during these months that's totally normal. Just be kind to yourself.❄️
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color theory and clothing analysis is back boys!! I don't have much material to work with so far but we'll do a quick first thoughts on the clothing choices this season 👀👀 some amount of baseless theorizing incoming too 👍
wilhelm
- blue gray and white for my boy
- sooo much blue, could either be him finding more peace, or the lingering grief from the trauma of the last two seasons hanging onto him
- interesting how he's in whites and grays every time we see him in turmoil or general having a Bad Time, could be foreshadowing the cause of said turmoil?
- he's in a white t-shirt when we hear simon saying he always gets it wrong when he tries to be there for him. is simon possibly trying to help wille with grief or his struggle with the monarchy
august
- noticing a lot of browns, blacks, and blues, the last two mostly from suits/blazers, and some pale beige
- brown mostly brings to mind strength and security, two things august very likely wants to project for the crown, assuming he's still vying for the title of heir to the throne
- pale colors around sara reflecting his grief and how that aspect of his life has paled from losing her??
simon
- much of the same clothes we've seen in past seasons! love some more realistic teenage boy dressing choices, but also shows how simon has remained one of the most consistent characters. he's got the same morals, values, and priorities deep down
- the thick purple coat thing he's wearing while avoiding the paparazzi?? we're not going to talk about how I think it's kinda ugly but the reinforcing of purple 👀👀 also could that possibly be expensive bc if yes could wille have bought it for him
- lots and lots of purple again, and purple being a color associated with royalty ties in with simon bring more closely associated with the monarchy now
- a few orange and yellow sweaters pop up, happiness symbolism possibly??
felice
- my girl is possibly involved in the investigation based off the clips and audio combo??
- natural hair is still slaying!!
- jewel tones for her like blues and greens, really adding to the symbolism of peace and growth they represent respectively :)
- hope she gets more screentime and a bigger storyline!!
sara
- interestingly mostly purple for her too!
- ik she's worn a lot of purple in the past but the way it takes center stage inmost of the trailer clips
- her way of clinging to simon? or august? alternatively purple is also a color of wealth, and I honestly think sara's ambition for climbing towards that kind of wealth is still there (maybe not as much, but still present)
ok that's all the color analysis I got out of the main cast from less than 3 minuets of footage 👍👍
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hi pigeon so im watching severance and thinking abt your red colour post again and I'm specifically watching the version someone cut together of just the outie scenes and then just the innie scenes. and I realised that there's colouring of different scenes even outside of the work place that fit ur theory for example marks house, being a lumon funded estate, is very modernist and in the interior is quite cold with mostly whites blues and blacks. but Devon and rickens house is super warm with dark browns and oranges and stuff, showing how theyre like. Opposite Worlds and the life of ricken and devon is so different and alien to life at lumon but also marks own haunted grief-filled life. but also in the very first episode Mark goes to the "dinner with no food" wearing a red sweater when everyone else is in very muted blues or greys which I think is interesting considering he's the most out of place in that group. so the colour theory extends to the outie life as well. AND one last thing, Irvings paintings of the elevator is to the reprogramming floor I think? I can't remember what it's called but it's interesting that that's the only thing he can remember from his innie worklife and also the painting has a distinctive little red light above the elevator door. and that's the place that Ms casey is sent when she's made a huge mistake and is being "dismissed" or something, and presumably Irving has also been sent there so it's something that happens to you when you're EXTREMELY deviant and the break room isn't enough to punish you.... and it's got a little red light as an arrow pointing downwards and idk I may be overthinking it of course but it's all so interesting to me I love this show. Sorry for the uber long ask lol
aaahh don’t apologise for the long ask, but yes all of this!!! i didn’t catch mark’s red sweater, but sooo true he is out of place. but also speaking of colours i don’t think i ever told you, and i didn’t make a post about it, but i actually gave every colour that’s prominent in the show a meaning! so we have red which is of course out of place, blue which is lumon/work (their keycards, mrs. corbel wears blue, also, as you said, mark’s house is blue and it’s provided to him by lumon), green is unity/family (i associate devon with green, the macrodata refinement floor is green, burt and irv in the plant room), white is secerance (the hallways on the severed floor), and then there’s orange and brown, which are the most interesting ones, cause i think they stand for both rebellion and subjugation, which are two opposites that go hand in hand. like, you have ms. casey’s room, which is very brown and green, and i think that’s because lumon tries to force everyone to feel at ease there, but it is mainly used as a subjugation technique. same with the paintings on the severed floor, they’re meant to manipulate/keep everyone subjugated, and they’re very brown, however the one depicting the coup also has orange elements which is where rebellion comes in. also, of course, ricken’s book is orange, and his and devon’s house is more warmly brown than ms. casey’s room. (all of this is just what i remember from my first time watching it, it could be off because it’s been a while)
now, it’s funny that you mentioned the reprogramming room, cause what i assigned with black is the unknown. irv doesn’t know why he has black paint under his fingernails and doesn’t know why there’s black ooze in his dreams, and no one knows what’s in the reprogramming room, but i had a very interesting conversation with a friend of mine (hiii tim @dykebonny we’re talking severance) who’s a big cosmic horror fan, who raised the theory that there’s something otherworldly behind that door. now, i know that’s going into theory territory and i don’t even know if i like it (it’s fun to play around with though) and that gives a whole new potential for the red light cause what is there that’s more out of place in the world than something that isn’t from this world. but like i said this is wild speculation but it’s fun to think about
anyway yeah i might actually make a proper post about all of this when i’m rewatching severance before s2 comes out, but yeah. the use of colour in this show is just fascinating
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—{ When you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you }— Jean Paul Sartre
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Sen (a.k.a NIX) is a feral young boy and the second member of 地獄Riderz
TECHNICAL INFORMATION
Name: Sen (doesn’t remember his last name)
Kanji: セン
Romanji: Sen
MC Name: NIX
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Occupation: Errand boy
Birthday: Teijo states his birthday is November 15
Age: 15
Zodiac: Scorpio
Height: 156cm
Weight: 50 kg
Blood Type: B
FUN FACTS
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Likes: uncle Teijo, uncle Ishihara, forest and mountain, collect twigs and pebbles, interesting junk from the dumpster, sketching, comfy pillow, rapping, bathhouse
Hates: shoes my feet can’t breathe, loud noise, figure out how to use modern technologies, vacuum cleaner, bad people
Favorite Food: any fast foods even he also enjoys garbage food💀
Least Favorite Food: acorn
Color: Orange
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PROFILE
He is the long lost nephew of Teijo Masakuza who went missing for over 12 years from a crime incident that he’s involved in. After Sen was found from the wilderness, he went on a long-term mental recovery then was taken by Teijo under his wing to raise him which is he’s only family relative he have left.
Due to his long absence, he is clueless about the modernized world and tries his best to adapt the society but couldn’t convey his verbal words properly to other people. On the other hand, he’s invested specifically hiphop music, he was able to express himself well through rapping though his lyrics are cryptic.
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APPEARANCE
Sen is a young-looking boy with light skin and the height considerably shorter than his teammates. He has dark green messy hair that goes past his neck like he has a bad hair day and how it’s hilarious that he has two small leaves and a stick stuck in his hair for a long time. He has the same yellow eyes as Teijo but it’s darker than him and a oblong shaped eyebrows.
Upon his face, he has a bandaid on his nose that covers his wide scar he has when he was at the wilderness. For his attire, his clothes were unmatched the style and completely ripped or torn by him because he wasn’t comfortable the feeling of the fabric so he fixed his clothes to ended up damaging it.
He simply wore a cotton long-sleeve sweater with color pitch, maroon, and black for the top while he has white cloth filled with black ink on the last edge that’s wrap around his waist and grey pants that’s also been torned on the end of the sleeves. He wasn’t fond of wearing shoes, instead he can only wear a single leather sandal on his left foot while he wear a single green sock with a forest design on his right foot. He sometimes wore a black punk style beanie and as for the accessories, he wore a spiky dog collar that says “good boy” in it.
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PERSONALITY
He always comes off to be a creepy kid who made a long gaze on someone without even blinking. Actually in reality, he was being a bit shy towards the people he doesn’t know and observe them whether they’re friendly or not. Quite a silent person, yes but is generally good-natured person who considers few humans he encounter and animals from the wilderness to be his family & friends. After he reunites with Teijo, he has slowly intergrating with the society again through the help of his uncle and Ishihara although he’s emotionally fragile of not fully understand the good and the down side of the world that he lacks the common sense between what’s good & bad.
He does have a little bit of common sense. For instance, he has a quick thinking if he made someone sad, he’ll try to make it up for them or if someone cause trouble for others and is willing to help those in need. Sen believes the moral concept of “love” and “family” the most and values those he cared about wholeheartedly. He’d be eager to protect those from harm and won’t hesitate to be enraged if they’re being hurt by other parties. Ever since he was in the forest, he’s actually very lonely due to the fact he’s not fully like the wild animals and never interact with human beings like him before or atleast couldn’t remember if he does met one or two.
This boy didn’t went to school yet considering he wasn’t mentally prepared to socialize anyone at his age. Instead, he can work in a sideline as an errand boy where he can go anywhere to do various tasks and errand in earning money for living, also trying to help Teijo with his financial problems. It was a bit difficult for him to learn etiquette and good mannerism for the first time, knowing that he’s used to be in a wildlife environment and still carries his wild instincts of survival like a caveman but the good thing is he knows about treating someone with kindness.
Also he has a hard time socializing that he doesn’t know how to react or correspond to other people rather he speaks only frankly with short phrases and words, which he had hard time conveying his thoughts well. Technically he’s very confused about the popular trends around him that he would either ignores it or have the urge to follow without thinking. He doesn’t remember what he was like before he reside in the forest or gone missing. He doesn’t remember his own parents or what crimes they’ve committed. Nonetheless about his circumstances, some of the locals accepts him for who he is and thought of him as a good kid.
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RAP ABILITY
Nameless (the ability to let the opponents completely forget what they were doing. The effects will worn off after the battle)
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ETYMOLOGY
—> Sen means “really” (セ) (se) and “tooth” (ン) (n)
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TRIVIA
Sen’s MC name NIX means “nothing”
His alias are forest boy, caveboy, wild brat, etc.
He likes to go outside wandering around and brought garbage junk to his home.
He was sent to a reformatory several times because of his feral behavior
He’s not used to technologies very well in fact, he could break it if it startled him.
Sen has a hobby to craft dolls made out of small twigs and straws. He would use it to give someone as a token of friendship or gaining his trust.
He has a small fox companion that it always follows him around, even come all the way to Ōita. He asks Teijo’s permission once but he got himself an earful scolding.
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Cafe BigNSmall - Steve Rogers (Chapter One)
The First Meeting Of Forever
Steve x Little!Reader (He/Him pronouns used)
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Warnings - Talks of bugs (As an interest, no one touches or has a bug), Talks of bumble bees (Again only as an interest), talks of food, reader and Steve both eat food, talks of juice, orange juice
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Note - This is a “Sibling Series” to my original Cafe BigNSmall series that includes Bub and Mr (Aka Bucky x Little!Reader (She/Her Pronouns used). The original series can be found on my Masterlist (Aka pinned post) . This “Sibling Series” would not be possible without my followers, especially without my 🐝 anon, who helped me really develop the reader’s character, and for that I’m forever thankful! This chapter is really just an opening one, it may seem short but it really is just laying the ground work and allowing us to see the characters connect for the first time!
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“Come on Steve, it will be worth it I promise.” Bucky’s words rang through Steve’s mind as he stood outside the cafe he used to frequent years ago.
“It won’t be the same Buck.” Steve once tried to reason.
“No, it won’t be the same, if anything punk it’s better.” Bucky teased.
So here Steve stood, his hands in his jacket pockets, sunglasses now hung on his t-shirt, and his hat still on expecting nothing but disappointment inside the cafe.
As he walked in a small bell, hung above the front door, rung. “Hi!” The barista chirped, her curly hair bouncing as the smile on her face grew. “Can I get you anything?”
Steve probably looked like a fish out of water, his face contorted in a look of unfamiliarity. “Could I have a black coffee please?” He asked, his voice clear even though his mind wasn’t.
“Of course, just a moment.” She cheered as she got to work making him a black coffee.
Steve took this time to look around, the cafe seemed pretty empty, a few people sitting in booths, but nothing really interesting. His eyes eventually wandered to the back of the cafe, a small booth with limited natural light was being occupied by a, seemingly, little, reading a book. A smile grew on Steve’s face, he looked happy, engrossed in whatever he was reading, and he looked comfy. The boy was wearing a pair of jeans, and a sweatshirt, the sweater printed with different types of bugs and plants, each species name written underneath.
“Sir?” The barista said, trying to get Steve’s attention. “Your coffee is ready.”
Steve nodded, then looked back to the boy. “What was he drinking?” Steve asked as he pointed to the boy in the corner, his empty cup sitting next to him on the table.
“Just an orange juice. Honestly he never really buys anything.” She scoffed, seemingly unamused with him.
“Well can I add an orange juice to my order please?” Steve asked, a smile once again making its way onto his face, hopeful that he would like it.
“Sure, that will be $10 please.” The barista said, Steve of course was surprised with how cheep it was, everything in Brooklyn had really gone up in price, especially nice cafes like the one he was currently standing in.
Steve payed and grabbed the drinks, hesitant at first, he eventually began to walk to the boy. “Hi, I’m Steve.” Steve shakily said, the boy looked up at him, a confused look on his face. “Um, what are you reading about?” He asked, desperately trying to keep the conversation going.
“Bugs.” He said quietly, then ducked his face back to his book.
Steve huffed quietly, ‘How did Bucky do this successfully!’ he wondered. “Could I maybe sit with you? I got you an orange juice.” Steve added, placing the new juice cup on the table.
“Oh, thank you.” He said, a little louder this time. “You really want to sit?” He questioned, confused as to why this large man was being so nice.
“Yes, I would love to hear all about the book you’re reading.” Steve smiled, sitting down on the opposite booth bench as the boy. “What’s your name?” Steve asked.
“My name is Y/n.” He said, reaching for the cup and taking a sip. “I love orange juice.” He blushed.
“The barista said that’s what you always get so I just though maybe you would like another one.” Steve blushed back, his heart thumping loudly.
“I can’t really buy much here.” Y/n glanced towards the board that had all of the cafe’s products and prices of the products on it. “But an orange juice is always nice!” He beamed, genuinely happy to have someone to talk to.
“I’m more of an apple juice guy.” Steve said, lifting his coffee cup to his lips to take a sip. “But orange juice is a close second.”
Y/n smiled and looked at the table, unsure of how to continue the conversation. Luckily he didn’t have to, Steve stepping in with a question quickly. “So what bug are you reading about?”
“Oh, ‘m bumble bee’s.” Y/n said, turning his book slightly so Steve could see the pictures. The book was pretty big, the font large and pictures big, an ‘easy’ read if you will. “Did you know they have five eyes?” He beamed, his eyes as wide as his smile.
“Wow, I did not know that.” Steve said shocked, genuinely unaware of how many eyes bees had.
“I didn’t until today.” Y/n mumbled, slowly becoming engrossed in the book again. “I love learning about things, today is bumble bees but I think tomorrow I’m going to read my book on roses.”
Steve chuckled, he had no clue that there were books on carrots, but he loved that Y/n found these things interesting. “You’re quite the little scientist huh?” Steve blurts out.
“I guess so.” Y/n answered. “I don’t know much about chemicals and things though.”
“No, no.” Steve interrupted. “There are different types of scientists.”
Y/n perked up, suddenly very intruiged. “Like what?” He asked.
“Well theres biological scientists, people who study the body.” Y/n nodded his head, ready to know more. “You’re right too, some scientist study chemicals, but other scientists study nature. So bugs, plants, animals, rocks, all sorts of outdoors stuff.”
“I love rocks, animals and plants, oh and bugs.” Y/n exclaims.
“Exactly, you’re a little nature scientist.” Steve chuckled, once again sipping his coffee.
Y/n and Steve sat together in the booth for another hour, Y/n reading his book and Steve listening to Y/n when he wanted to share a new fact about Bees.
Suddenly a beeping noise rang through the air, Y/n pulled up their sweater’s sleeve to reveal a tattered and well loved watch. “Sorry, that’s my alarm, I have to go home now.” Y/n clearly looked defeated, the happiness that once radiated from him had now died down. “Thank you for hanging out with me.” He mumbled, clearly not ready to go.
“I really enjoyed hanging out with you too. Maybe I can see you again another time?” Steve asked, his words full of hope, him also not wanting the moment to end.
“Yeah!” Y/n perked up, a smile on his face as he packed up his backpack and got ready to go, pulling out a few dollar bills to give to Steve. “For the juice.” He suggested.
Steve’s face showed clear confusion, he was genuinely happy to buy some juice if it meant he got some quality company. “No no, I bough the juice for you bug.” Steve quickly said, subconsciously adding in the nickname at the end.
Y/n smiled as he put his backpack on, Steve gave him a nickname, and juice. Y/n had never felt so wanted and cherished, a larger smile now planted on his face as he was about to leave. “Can we meet tomorrow?”
“I get off work at four pm, how does that sound?” Steve asked, now standing beside Y/n as he too got ready to leave.
The pair walked out of the cafe together, finally leaving the building when Y/n answered. “Four sounds great!”
They both began to walk in separate directions before Steve stopped and called out one last time. “Don’t forget your book on roses tomorrow.”
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Family Reunion
[August 25th 2010]
Isabelle opened her eyes, squinting them as she tried to make out the room around her which was illuminated just by the dim light of her night-light. A loud thump came from outside the tiny house, making her jump. 
She put on her slippers and quietly exited the room, darkness surrounding her. She held in a breath as she closed the door behind her, lightly tracing the little stickers she had put on it. They were butterflies. Isabelle loved butterflies, even if she preferred ladybugs. But there weren't any stickers with ladybugs when she hung them. Butterflies were alright. 
A muffled sound came from outside the front door, and Isabelle would think it was from her mother if she wasn’t currently collapsed on the sofa in front of her, a bottle of beer next to her and a lot of bright orange little cylinder shaped boxes on the dirty table. She wondered if her mom felt better after taking those medicines. She hoped so, even if deep down she knew that no medicine could cure what she had.
Another sound made Isabelle jump as she came closer to the door. She pushed a chair against the door and climbed on it to look out the window. The street lights stopped working a few months ago, but no one had come to fix them yet. 
She hoped that they fixed before winter fell, because then it would always be dark and Isabelle liked seeing where she was going without fearing to fall in a ditch and break her neck. She giggled. Her mom would probably scold her for joking about something like that, but she knew that her uncle would find it amusing. Maybe even her dad. 
Near the barbed wire fence around the house stood a girl with black hair and a red hoodie. Isabelle recognized her, it was Naomi Guerrero, a girl a few years older than her who lived three houses down from hers. 
Her parents owned the liquor store near the school and her mom was always pregnant. Merle often joked about how her parents were like rabbits, but Isabelle never understood what it ment because they didn’t look like any kind of rodent at all. 
Naomi even babysat her a few times when Isabelle was still a little girl and couldn’t handle herself for a few days. Her mom always pinched her on the cheeks when she passed in front of the store, and she even said that she would give her Naomi’s red sweater once she had grown out of it. Isabelle couldn’t wait. That sweater was really sick. 
But Naomi also had her problems, and sometimes she told them to Isabelle when she came to her house. She had a super secret boyfriend who drank beer and drove a truck just like her daddy, which Naomi thought was cool. Isabelle just found it gross, because she didn’t like the smell of beer. But Naomi must really like it because she wanted to go live with him.
Maybe she got in a fight with him, that must be why she was standing outside in the middle of the night. 
Isabelle opened the door before quietly closing it behind her, leaving a tiny little crack from when she needed to go back inside. “Naomi, what are ya doin’ here?” Isabelle whispered as she got closer to the girl, who was still standing right in front of the fence, “Naomi.” She called out again, this time louder. 
The girl raised her head, but when her eyes met the girl's, Isabelle only felt panic. Naomi’s eyes, once a sweet auburn color, were now milky white, her dull gaze settling on the young girl in front of her. 
Then she growled. Yes, she growled. Isabelle never heard someone growl like that before, only mister Willson’s dogs. 
“Naomi, are you okay?" Isabelle's voice quivered. She didn’t know why she felt like crying, she wasn’t a little baby anymore. She just had this awful feeling in her stomach, like butterflies. But not the butterflies on her door, more like moths eating you from the inside.
Naomi raised her hands and clenched and unclenched her fingers, almost like she wanted to grab Isabelle. The girl noticed the blue nail polish on her nails, the same she had put on Isabelle many times before. Isabelle always chewed it off because she was always biting her nails when she was anxious, and she was often anxious. 
Maybe Naomi wasn’t as anxious as her, because her nails were still blue. But there was also a dark crimson color on her fingers. Was it blood? Was Naomi hurt? Isabelle didn’t know what she was supposed to do in case Naomi was hurt. Her medical experience was reduced to Merle saying that crying is for pussies when she scratched her knees and her mom’s boyfriend saying that she couldn’t show anyone the bruises he had just given her. 
She was stupid, she knew that, she didn’t even know what to do if her friend was hurt. What a stupid girl she was. 
“I’m gonna call mama, okay?” Isabelle asked, but the only response was an even louder groan. Great, now even Naomi was angry at her. 
A bullet went through Naomi’s head, making her collapse on the floor and a bruised Steve stood on the other side of the road. He was yelling at her about something, but all Isabelle could focus on was how Naomi’s sweater was getting even more red, her sticky blood absorbed by the soft material.
Isabelle wasn’t sure she wanted that sweater anymore.
The girl shot up from her slumber, beads of sweat crowning her face. It was just a dream, just a stupid dream, she repeated to herself as her eyes took notice of the surroundings. They were in the middle of the woods, but the smell of burnt flesh was still there. 
Memories started to float in as her eyes landed on the figure next to her, relaxing a bit. “For how long was I out?” She asked Carl as he raised his eyes to look at her.
“Just a few minutes, but you scared us to death.” He shrugged, “We are waiting for my dad and others from our group who were separated from us before the explosion.” He explained.
Isabelle just hummed as she sat down next to him, a comfortable silence falling on the two of them as they watched the adults speak in hushed tones. She always hated when people did this, speaking with their eyes or behind a hand. She felt like they were judging her. 
Her mom always called her silly for thinking that. She missed her, if only she was there then she could cry in her arms. But she isn’t with her, and Isabelle refused to cry in front of strangers. So she brought her knees up to her chest and hid her face, trying to shut out the whispers around her. 
“Welcome back soldier.” A deep voice called from in front of her. Isabelle raised her head to acknowledge the red haired man. “What you did back there was impressive.” He was probably talking about how she killed that man. She didn’t feel like it was impressive. “Thank you sir.” She murmured.
The man seemed to appreciate the courtesy title because she could see a smirk under his big red mustache. Most people did, especially back at home. 
“Your folks around here?” He questions, making the girl shake her head, “I was hoping my mom would be at Terminus, but I imagine that it’s good that she wasn’t.” 
This time the man nodded, “We are moving as soon as we find the others. I want to put as much distance as we can between us and those fuckers.” He announced before returning to the woman with pigtails and the goofy looking man. 
Silence fell again as Isabelle alternated her attention from the group in front of her and the boy next to her. Her head was still throbbing, and she was sure that she had some sort of concussion because her ears kept ringing.
“Are you worried for your dad?” She asked as she fidgeted with her sleeve.
Carl shook his head, “My dad is a fighter, I know he’s alive.” He said and his eyes shone as he talked about his father with such an admiration that Isabelle for a second almost felt envious. 
She never had the same fondness for her old man. Maybe she had once, but now it was all forgotten and buried under all the resentment that she felt. But she still loved him, and she cursed herself for that, because she knew he didn’t care. 
“They are here!” Maggie shouted before she ran towards an asian boy emerging from the woods, stopping Isabelle from sinking deeper in her thoughts. Carl immediately got up, running towards a bearded man. 
Isabelle sighed as she tiredly got up, wiping her dirty hands on her already stained jeans. She would love to take a shower and put on some other clothes, but deep down she knew that they couldn’t afford such comfort. Maybe there was a river or something around there, she was in desperate need of wiping off the dried blood on her skin. 
Isabelle reached the people of the group who stayed behind as they watched the others reunite. She wondered what their stories were. Did they know each other before the world fell or did they find each other after? Her mom said that they couldn’t trust strangers because you never know what they are capable of, especially in times like this. Did they follow the same rule? They seemed pretty wary about her. Maybe it was because she was covered in blood and had passed out in front of them.  
She watched the men Carl talked about slowly come towards them. The first one was who Isabelle assumed to be Carl’s father, a man with a big beard and blood smeared across his face. Carl was speaking really fast to him while he kept his hand on his son’s shoulder, smiling as he nodded. Envy stung the girl’s heart again, but she was still glad Carl’s father was okay. 
Then another man followed, still hugging who assumed was his girlfriend. Maggie had said her name when they were running, something like Sammy maybe? Or Sarah, Isabelle couldn’t really remember. Her features were stone cold back in the train car, but now she looked happy. Isabelle felt happy for her. 
After them came Maggie with an asian boy, and she was crying. The boy looked young, much younger than the other two men. She felt bad for both him and Maggie, they were really young after all. People tend to forget that not everyone in the apocalypse is a grown man. 
“Where is-” The woman whose name Isabelle learned to be Michonne started to ask, but she got cut off by Carl’s dad, who pointed at the woods they had previously emerged from, “They are coming.” He answered as he hugged her too. They looked like a real family, not just some people who met while the dead roamed on the Earth. Carl’s eyes found hers and he smiled at her. Isabelle tried to shoot him a smile back, but she was pretty sure it came out as a grimace. She didn’t feel like smiling. She was happy of course, but she still didn’t feel like smiling. 
Another man came out from the woods, but he was alone. No one ran towards him, Isabelle thought as the man kept his head low, greasy long hair hiding his face. Her dad always said that long hair was for scumbags. She wondered if that man was a scumbag. 
No one was paying attention to him, all too busy to reconcile with their loved ones, so Isabelle didn’t feel the need to look away. Instead she kept her eyes fixed on the man, who kept looking behind to yell at something still in the woods. Was he nuts or was there still someone there? 
“Daryl we don’t have all day, c’mon!” Carl’s dad yelled, the name almost making Isabelle flinch. She looked down at her shoes for a moment, afraid that tears might spill from her eyes. She was both relieved and sad when they didn’t. His name didn’t have much of an effect on her anymore.
She looked up at the man again, his face now visible. his dark hair still provided a curtain against his bruised up face, a black eye forming on his left side. He was covered in dirt and sweat and a light beard covered his chin and upper lip, but still Isabelle sucked in a breath. His blue eyes met hers and she felt like crying. They were blue like hers. Blue like her dad’s eyes were. 
She felt like she was almost going to faint as her legs moved on her own running towards Daryl Dixon as his eyes widened in surprise.
“Daddy!” She yelled as he ran towards her, wrapping his arms around her so tight she thought she was going to crush and picking her up, tears wetting her shoulder as she buried her head in the crook of his neck. 
Daryl’s body kept shaking as he held her closer, afraid that if he let go she would disappear. She was alive, his baby was alive. 
“I thought-” Isabelle’s voice quivered as she sobbed.
“Me too baby, me too.” The man nodded as he lifted up his head, meeting all the surprised faces of his companions. Only a few knew he had a daughter, and only one knew what happened to her. But she wasn’t there. 
He finally let go, but still held her close as he cupped her bloodied cheek, the tears wiping away some of the blood, “What the hell happened?” “It’s not mine.” She shook his head, “I had to.” It came out as nothing more than a whisper but it still made Daryl’s heart ache for his little girl. He took a moment to look at her, something he hadn't done in a long time, even before the world went nuts. 
Her hair was a mess, and they were darker than how they were the last time he saw her. They were also shorter, now barely reaching her shoulders. She was covered in scratches and had a bulky black eye, but they still shone with the same light they did before. 
[August 20th 2010]
The air felt sticky against the girl’s sweaty skin as she propped herself up with her hands to look out the dusty window of the trailer. Her dad and grandpa stood outside with other men from the trailer park, discussing something Isabelle couldn’t hear as they smoked, the dim light of the mood casting a shadow on them. 
If her mom was here she would tell her to go to bed, but she wasn’t there so she stayed up anyway. Her eyes met her dad’s and he looked at her angrily before turning back to talking to his friends. He always looked at her angrily, but the glares only worsened after Uncle Merle went to jail. 
She didn’t know what happened, all she knew was that one night the police showed up in front of her dad’s trailer and dragged a bloodied Merle out of the house as he cursed at everything that moved. 
He reeked of booze, Isabelle could smell it on his clothes and on his breath as the police shoved him on the bonnet of the police car to handcuff him and shove him in. She knew that the police could smell it too, she saw them talking in hushed tones as Merle stayed still like a ragdoll, something not very Merle-like. He must have surrendered to the idea that he was going to jail for a few days once again. 
But it wouldn’t be for a few days, because she heard the police talk about tempted murder. Isabelle didn’t know what it ment, but it had to do with killing someone and she knew that her uncle would never do that. So she smiled when he winked at her and waved his hand as the police car drove away, because she knew that she would see him again in a week. 
She didn’t.
Her dad didn’t come home that day. Nor did he the following day. It was weird. He had dragged her there in the middle of the night while she was at her mom’s, and she never saw him looking as mad as he did. He was clenching so hard at the steering wheel that for a second she was worried that he was going to hit her. But he didn’t. Isabelle felt stupid, because she knew that her dad would never hit her, but she was just so used to it that she didn’t know what to expect anymore. 
Maybe that was why her daddy was mad, because she was being hit. Isabelle didn’t know, all she knew was that he brought her to his trailer, ordained her some pizza and then disappeared with Merle. 
He came back for her after three days, and now he was planning on going away again, Isabelle could feel it in her bones as she revived another narrowed look. She didn’t know why he looked at her that way, like he wished she was anywhere but there with him, but she knew that it was he fault. She must have done something to make him mad, she thought. The problem was that she didn’t know how to fix it. 
“Girl, come outside to say bye to yer dad.” Her grandpa called from outside, slurring his words. He was drunk. Isabelle hoped that he didn’t drink too much, otherwise she was going to receive a big slap on the wrist for whatever reason he was able to find. He always found a reason to hit her, like the cruel man that he was. Isabelle hoped that her daddy didn’t turn like Grandpa Will, because she could see that he still flinched when his old man came too near. Now she was being the cruel one, she thought, for thinking that her dad could be like that. Maybe that was why he disliked her, because she kept thinking mean things about him. 
The girl waddled outside, fidgeting with the sleeve of her pajama as she watched the men get inside her grandpa’s truck. Her dad stood waiting in the middle of the field, a cigarette still between his lips. 
“Are you leaving daddy?” She asked, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. 
Her dad was good, better than her uncle Merle, better than her grandpa, better than any other men that she had ever known. He was also sadder than everyone else. Isabelle always thought that it was because he was less of an asshole. Her daddy was kind, just like her. She had inherited his good heart, even if his had now turned cold. 
Then why was he so vile to her?
The man grunted something about going hunting in response, tossing the cigarette away before turning his focus on the girl standing in front of him. “Ya better stay out of trouble, hear me?” 
The girl just nodded. They both knew that she rarely got in trouble, it was just a way to say stay safe without actually expressing any feeling. Feelings weren’t allowed. At least Isabelle hoped that it was because of that, otherwise it really meant that her daddy didn’t know her. 
“C’mere.” He grumbled as he wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, callous fingers drawing imaginary circles on her shoulder as she closed her arms, trying to enjoy the rare embrace instead of focussing on the smell of cigarette that reeked from his clothes or the way that this felt like a long goodbye. 
Then her dad walked towards the car, not turning around even once as the engine rumbled before departing in a cloud of dark smoke. And Isabelle stayed there, with a hand raised in a half wave and a heavy heart, not knowing that it would be the last time she would see Daryl Dixon in the old world.
The group finally started moving, looking around for the guns that Carl’s father, Rick, had hidden before they arrived at Terminus. Isabelle wasn’t used to being around this many people, especially now, so she just kept walking beside her uncle Merle. She wanted to go to Carl to chat a bit, but she was sure that right now he would much rather stay with his family. Which brought her back to the man walking right next to Rick, helping to search for the weapons. 
She wasn’t sure if he was happy she was there. And she wasn’t sure if she was happy that he was here. It was all too weird, seeing him again. She already finished mourning him, so it felt like opening an already healed wound. 
“You okay kid?” Her uncle asked, “You are quiet.” Isabelle just shrugged, fidgeting with the hem of her dirty shirt. Merle slowed down, now walking next to her, “Wha’ happened to yer arm?” He nodded towards the girl’s limp limb. She knew it was going to cause a problem, just like the throbbing pain in her head.
“I don’t know.” She lied. It was broken. She was in intense pain and she knew that if she took off the jacket it would be swollen. 
The man just grunted before turning his attention back to the woods, “Yer daddy was really worried about ya y’know.” Merle noticed her gaze fixed on the man’s back, “I was too of course, but he was going nuts.” 
The girl’s eyes fell on her shoes again, her eyes watering. She didn’t want to cry, she wasn’t little anymore. So instead she just sighed, closed her eyes really hard and then went back to fidgeting with her shirt. 
“Where were ya all this time?” He then asked.
“Mama.” Isabelle just replied, her eyes still fixed on her shoes. It was all too weird, all too confusing. Maybe she was just making a fuss over nothing, maybe she was just being a baby and this was the new normal. Maybe now it was common for people to meet again. She did feel like a baby, a big baby. She hated it. 
She looked up at Merle. He seemed like he had changed, but the rest of the group still didn’t trust him. They probably didn’t trust her either. She probably didn’t trust them either. She just trusted Carl, and it felt like a milestone. She didn’t trust easily, at least she learnt not to. She was naive by nature, but nature was now changing and so was she. 
She still liked to consider herself kind, even after what happened. She didn’t know if others would agree with her. She hoped so. The man mindlessly wandering around the slaughterhouse with his neck sliced open probably wouldn’t. 
Alex.
His name echoed in her throbbing head. The fact that she knew his name made it a lot worse that it already was, because it made him sound real. He was a person, a horrible one, but still a person. Isabelle wondered what his story was. Was he always like this or did he change like everything else around them? She always wondered too much, spent entire days in the reign of her imagination. Her dad always scolded her for this. 
And now he was pretending like she never existed. She wondered if he had told about her to someone, if perhaps he came looking for her. She doubted it. 
Daryl Dixon wasn’t that kind of man and some things never change.
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