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sourbinnie · 1 year

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title -> antes de morirme pair -> ex!chan x gn!reader genre -> aaaaangst to fluff + non idol!au plot -> one lonely night for two dumb lovers words -> 1881 warnings -> smoking + drinking + drugs mentioned once + cursing lowercase intended

vámonos de aquí para no volver y si volvemos, que sea solo pa' hacerlo llover vámonos de aquí, no quiero esperar el cielo está en algún otro lugar

antes de morirme / c.tangana & rosalia

what was i doing here? i don't know.

i lost track of time when i was being dragged by my friends to this club. i didn't know how to manage my feet as i just kept on walking towards nowhere and expecting to find myself somewhere. i wanted to get out of my house so bad that when jisung brought up this solution, i just put on my shoes and ran with it. now i'm beginning to regret it, i never was the biggest fan of the smell of alcohol or the sweat in people's foreheads as they bumped into each other 'cause this clearly wasn't dancing. everything felt heavy, like there was no air going through my lungs and i felt myself get lost in the place, managing to lose every friend that i brought with me.

i could only hear mumbling, the beat of a track that went on & on but headed nowhere in the background. i kept getting glances of interest approaching my way but none of them were of interest to me. it's like i couldn't even think straight 'cause my mind always went to one person only, the one i was trying so hard to forget. i wanted to head towards the exit as soon as i entered the building but it's like i couldn't find it anymore. i was meant to loose up, i was supposed to have a good time (i wasn't).

i'm also not the biggest fan of drinking but my feet took me to bar and i started ordering drink after drink. to the point where i had to cut myself off as i checked my phone's time and it was heading towards midnight and i could not stop. felt like an eternity just sitting there and watching people, not even talking to the bartender. in the crowd i counted couples making out, dudes that were drunk as fuck doing embarrassing shit, people smoking inside, all kinds of drugs splattered on the tables and chairs and more crazy shit that i did not dare to look up on google as soon as the night was over, i was better not knowing.

through the smoke and mirrors i found your shadow teasing me. i'm either really drunk or insane if i knew exactly that the shape that was made was you. the worst part is that i was right and i could not stop looking at you. you were insanely gorgeous, all dressed up like it was your party and all fresh & clean, looking your best while i was dying at my worst.

you didn't look happy though, there was this one dude tugging at your arm. he looked insanely drunk and i was insanely confident in the fact that you did not like him one bit. all the alcohol was drained out of me as soon as i heard you mumble "let go" and it was over. somehow i found jisung & minho staring at me (like i wasn't looking for them all night long) and i just shook my head and pushed everyone out of the way just to head towards you. it was harder than i expected even though i saw you, i could not find it easy to go through so many fucking people. but i managed to do it and the look on your face was telling me that you did not expect me to be here. the guy tried to grab you again, harsher this time and this is when i lost all my self control as i grabbed his arm, pushing it away and giving him a punch in the face. i did not regret it one bit, no is no, not caring if it was too much. he was unconscious on the floor, maybe because of the punch or a mix of the alcohol or whatever, i could not give a single fuck. my focus was on you again and your shocked expression.

"chan what the fuck? i-." no words were coming out of you so i just grabbed your hand and through the crowd, the smell, the fogginess and the sickness of it all, i got you out. maybe i needed to escape the place more than you did since i did cause an absolute scene with horrified looks my way but again i did not give a single shit. "i don't know why you did that but... thank you".

"no problem, he was a douchebag and he deserved it." i said as i remembered that horrified look on you and that was enough to get me mad. the tension was growing again like i did the last time i saw you where all hell broke loose. i did not expect this to be easy, for a conversation to just flow so i just grabbed my pack of cigarettes from my pocket and looked for the lighter. "ah fuck, can't believe i forgot it."

"your lighter? how does this always happen to you?" you said as you chuckled at my clumsiness and reached in your pocket to find your lighter, using it to light up my cig. as soon as you did, you looked me in the eye and grabbed my hand like i did just before. "let's go somewhere else before someone from security finds you dumbass".

i didn't even think about that as we started to walk away, the night still young as i blew the smoke to the cold air. you were tangling your hand with mine and god did it feel so right. i couldn't explain the feeling of being this close again with you but i didn't want anything else right at this moment. it was so wrong to savor the moment while i could right? i knew we wouldn't be together after tonight. you would go home and i would go "home" as i did not like calling it that anymore 'cause you weren't there anymore.

"what have you been up to?" i ask like i don't stalk your social media every day and hope that you come back like a fool.

"just the usual, tried to get away from the busy college life to end up here." you said sighing and stealing my cigarette, if it was anybody else i would've been mad but if it's you i would give you everything i own. "i hope you've been good, did you finish your album?"

right the one that now is all break up songs 'cause the lovey-dovey ones feel to happy and i'm not content with my life at all. that album...

"i think i'll wait a bit to release it, i'm working on a mixtape to let all my thoughts and feelings out." i said honestly and sadly. man the last thing that i wanted was pity but you could see how miserable i was just by seeing me from a far view. you just nodded and we kept on walking through the park we used to go, you tried to read your books and i played guitar for you to concentrate. it was our own little world and our way to go around things. god remembering hurt but seeing you by my side, it's like you numbed the pain away. "i missed you."

why the fuck did i say that? why did you laugh? it wasn't your usual laugh though, it sounded like a little broken chuckle that you couldn't control.

"i would be lying if i said that i didn't miss you channie." you said, giving me a tiny smile and for the first time in months, i genuinely smiled back. "it's been really hard without you and i can't say i'm doing super well."

"honestly same." i said as i sat down in a bench and looked up. many city lights flowing but none of them compared to the stars above in the sky. and then again none of them shined as bright as (y/n). you sat down next to me as i looked up and then you did the same. laying your head on my shoulder as we once again held each other's hand. nothing could be better than this even if i became the biggest artist on earth, nothing would compare to the feeling that it is to be with you. "i just... i wish i could go back in time sometimes."

"what would you do?" you asked curiously and i just shrugged like it was obvious. "come on! i wanna hear it chris and maybe i'll let you know if i would do the same."

"i would spend more time with you than ever and appreciate that i had you, that there's nothing better than being with you and knowing that you're mine. i would want to cherish you, love you, accept who you are and not make you feel like the things you're doing or feeling are invalid. i wish i could go back just to say i love you once more and that i could not live without you because it's true, i have not been functioning without you by my side. i wanted to go out and forget you, yet here i am once again being reminded that falling in love with you is the best thing that ever happened to me."

no words were spoken but the silence was comforting. i needed to let my emotions out, to let you know how i actually feel and not the angry words that i used that night against you. i wanted you to know this for the longest time and here we are once again.

"i could never hate you or forget you even if i tried to. even if i wanted to just do that, my heart will always belong to you and seeing you again, saving me from that creep as cliche as it is, made me realize that you're always gonna be the one to have my back, to defend me, to save me. i don't wanna be without you channie, i love you more than words can describe." you said slowly and softly, every word hitting me and making me realize that we both been fools when we decided to drift apart. trying to get back on my feet when all i needed was you and all you needed was me just makes me know that this is the moment and we should take it.

again the silence was there but this time i leaned in closer and so did you. i cut it off with a simple and light kiss but it suddenly turned desperate as the night shined and we both lost ourselves in the moment. i did not want to drift away from you, i did not want to let you go again but you broke the kiss immediately as you looked at me and laughed, i couldn't help but smile again genuinely.

"take me back?" you asked and i just shook my head because i should be the one asking you that, not you. "i know you wanted to be the one to ask but i did things wrong too channie and i broke us off."

"(y/n)... there's nothing i want more than to have you back."

and then i sealed it again with another kiss.

#stray kids drabbles #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids #skz #sourbinnie #skz imagines #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #skz angst #skz fluff #skz x reader #bangchan x reader #skz bang chan #skz songfics #skz short imagines #chan x reader

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neveralarch · 8 days

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I need you to know how humungous of an impact the fencing au had on me

I am watching bouts on YouTube during my study breaks when my exams are like four days away (oh dear). I am cultivating my Pinterest algorithm to show me more fencing stuff. I created a Spotify playlist with a competitive, intense fencing vibe. I have followed r/fencing on Reddit. I am looking up clubs in my area and I am actually considering picking up fencing. If I had it my way I would do it right now but EXAMS ;-; and then I have Even Bigger Exams next year so I probably can't even do it until the end of next year :(

In summary, my brain and my body are itching for fencing

Do you have any recommendations for rabbit holes to dive into the world of fencing? Anything you would yell to a friend as you grab their shoulders and shake them with excitement after they tell you they're convinced to try fencing would be very helpful in scratching the itch HAHA

Lots of love,

Wildstreak :)

Wahhh this is the greatest compliment to receive, I'm so glad that you're being dragged into the world of fencing through my robots au lmao

Like a lot of niche sports, fencing is a little hard to get into but is also desperate for adults to come learn how it works and then stick around and do lots of organizing haha. Even if you don't have time to jump into learning right now, there are probably local or regional tournaments around you. These are pretty much always open to the public, and you can just go and watch and mention to someone who looks not too busy that you're interested in fencing and do they have a second to tell you about it. It's a great way to learn about the sport and also get an in with the local fencing community. I'd say I end up explaining fencing at about a third of the tournaments I go to.

I'm not a big social media person besides tumblr and I will say that when I glance at reddit, youtube, facebook etc it makes fencing feel way more drama-filled than it feels like irl. There's also a lot going on right now about international refereeing scandals that sounds wild but will not affect a newbie local fencer at all. I definitely recommend looking up bouts on youtube - for sabre, my fave fencers to watch are Olga Kharlan, Cecilia Berder, Misaki Emura, Aron Szilagyi, Oh Sang-uk, and Bolade Apithy. Obvs there's a lot of video available right now bc of the olympics, but cyrus of chaos on youtube also posts a lot of videos from the international circuit throughout the season

Also check out para fencing (wheelchair fencing) which is so so fun to watch. It's done entirely stationary and is very very fast, especially in sabre. Saysunee Jana and Gu Haiyan are both super dominant in wheelchair fencing generally and sabre specifically, and are very fun to watch.

Also. I gotta recommend By the Sword, the best/worst movie about fencing ever made. Ideally watch it with friends and be ready to pause frequently to yell about it. Some saint put the full movie on youtube and I guess it's also available on the Roku channel? You just gotta search the title. I've seen it like 10 times and I also wrote a fanfic of it that is BASICALLY the prototype of the transformers fencing AU but tragically without the robots.

Yayyyy swords :) hope you do try it out once you're less busy and have funnnn

#asks!#fencing

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andietries · 4 months

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Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the words in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word).

Thank you so much for the tag @lidensword I loved your short story! Really good way to use the words.

I was given mysterious, stone, sea, glad, I'm going to put the original thing as I have written and then an aproximated translation. My wips are a mess too lol (The first two are from the same wip curiously, lmao but it doesn’t have a title yet, the third is from a sci-fi and the fourth one I have mentioned it some time, is from “When the cat’s gone”)

The words I'm given are: forest, light, miscellanious and crime

Mysterious= Misterioso

"La primera estatua apareció en el parque de los patos. Una figura marmórea de una mujer sentada en la hierba, llevándose la mano a la frente como si estuviera evitando que el sol de la tarde le diera en los ojos. Entusiastas del arte se reunieron para ir a verla, compartiendo teorías sobre quién podría ser el misterioso artista de una obra tan elaborada. La segunda y tercera estatua se descubrieron al día siguiente"

"The first statue appeared near the Duck Pond Park, A marble figure of a woman sitting on the grass, she had her hand by her forehead, as if attempting to avoid the afternoon sun getting in her eyes. Art enthusiasts got together to admire her, sharing theories about who the mysterious artists might have created such an elaborate piece. The second and third statue were discovered the next day"

Stone=piedra

-Corte el rollo, Mallard-interrumpió la detective- ¿Por qué está volviendo a convertir a la gente en piedra?

_¿Moi?_ sonrió el mafioso, enseñando sus afilados dientes_ ¿Qué le hace pensar que he sido yo?

_¿Acaso cree que alguien ha olvidado las semanas que tuvo al Cuentacuentos convertido en roca en medio de su estanque Koi?

_¡Ah! ¿Eso? Uno roquifica a su peor enemigo hace siete años y ya la fama perdura pero, no me negará que era una estatua preciosa, esos suaves rasgos faciales, la figura esbelta, el...

_Por favor, solo responda a la pregunta

"Cut the crap, Mallard" The detective interrumpted, "Why are you turning people into stone again?

"Moi?" the kingpin smiled showing his sharp teeth "What makes you think it was me?"

"Do you truly believe someone has forgotten those weeks you had the Storyteller as your Koi Pond centre piece?

"Ah! That? One rockifies his worst enemy once in 7 years and the fame lasts. But you won't deny me he was a handsome statue, those chiseled features, his slender frame...

"Please, just answer the question"

Sea= Mar

El 27 de febrero del año 2150 partiría del Puerto Selenita Alef la fragata universal SS Mariposa con misión de observar e informar una región casi inexplorada del espacio liminal entre el sistema Centauri y Oort, también conocido como Mar de Éter.

Year 2150, February 27, the Space Frigate known as SS Butterfly would part from Aleph Moonbase in a mission to observe and inform about an uncharted region of the liminal space between the Oort Cloud and the Centauri System, also known as the Ether Sea.

Glad= agradecido

_¡Cuando te enterarás que te está tratando como un títere! _escupió su superiora a la cara sanguinolenta de Wilbur _ ¡No eres más que un simple peón en su juego por derrotarnos!¡Date cuenta, estúpido traidor! ¡No va a venir a salvarte!

A duras penas, levantó la cabeza para poderla mirarla a través de los cristales destrozados de sus gafas y dijo en tono frío como el hielo

_Soy perfectamente consciente que su afecto hacia mí solo era una mentira, nunca que le he caído bien a nadie. Pero estoy agradecido que al menos trato de utilizarme usando amabilidad, que es mucho más de lo que jamás recibiré de vosotros.

When are you going to understand that he's using you like a puppet! "The commander spitted to Wilbur's bleeding face" You are just a pawn in his game to defeat us! Open you eyes, stupid traitor! He's not coming to save you!

Somehow, he managed to lift his head enough to make eye contact through his shattered glasses and said with tone as cold as ice:

"I´m already aware that his affections were a lie, nobody ever has truly liked me. But I am glad that he tried to win me over with kindness , and that's more that I am ever going to get from you.

#i got super carried away sorry #tag game #my writing #no you don’t notice a pattern #when the cat’s gone #my ocs

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sciencefor2 · 2 years

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San Alberto Magno - Albertus Magnus

Hoy es el día tan esperado: San Alberto Magno, patrón de los químicos o ciencia. Fue obispo de la iglesia católica pero también químico, o al menos la química que se conocía en aquel entonces, ALQUIMIA. Acercó la ciencia a la iglesia, la cual estaba eones alejada de todo el conocimiento científico. Su contribución a la ciencia le otorgó el título de santo de las ciencias naturales.

¡Pero no vengo a hablaros de él!

Hace 5 años en este día 15 de noviembre, tuve un accidente en un laboratorio de química orgánica donde trabajaba. Hace 5 años mi vida cambió y mi mentalidad también. Fue un accidente bastante grave. Una jeringa en mal estado con 1 mL de ácido trifluoroacético (TFA) me estalló con tal mala suerte que me dio en la tripa, pecho y cara. Tras varias operaciones, curas, trasplantes de piel en la cara y casi 2 meses en cuidados intensivos, salí del hospital con una vida nueva que cuidar.

Han sido y siguen siendo los peores años de salud de mi vida. Debido a la gravedad de las heridas, a día de hoy sigo con efectos secundarios. Pero sigo apostando por la ciencia cada día. Me apunto a cualquier tratamiento/ensayo clínico que hay, ya que confío en el método científico al 100%. Y también, mi actitud frente a esta nueva situación ha sido siempre de seguir hacia adelante, aunque dándome espacio para mirar a atrás.

Me reafirmo en la ciencia, pero el 15 de noviembre es un día místico para mí. Llevo tatuado ese día en forma de estrella fugaz, como se ve en la foto. Es un diseño de Carlos Sadness, un cantante español que hizo tatuaje una de las canciones que más han significado para mí, Perseide. Este tatuaje está realizado en línea fina, lo que quiere decir es que se irá con el tiempo hasta casi desaparecer, al igual que mi sueño de que desaparezca todo el dolor y la cicatriz que queda en mi cara.

La ciencia avanza y yo avanzo con ella.

Hoy el post en español va primero, ya que este escrito lo hago desde el fondo de mi corazón.

¡Feliz día de San Alberto!

Today is the long-awaited day: St. Albert the Great, patron saint of chemists or science. He was a bishop of the Catholic Church and a chemist, or at least the chemistry that was known at that time, ALCHEMY. He brought science closer to the church, which was eons away from all scientific knowledge. His contribution to science earned him the title of the saint of the natural sciences.

But I am not here to tell you about him!

Five years ago, on November 15, I had an accident in an organic chemistry laboratory where I was working. Five years ago, my life changed, and so did my mentality. It was quite a severe accident. A wrong syringe with 1 mL of trifluoroacetic acid (TFA) burst with such bad luck that it hit me in my stomach, chest and face. After several operations, cures, skin transplants on my face and almost 2 months in intensive care, I left the hospital with a new life to take care of.

They have been and continue to be the worst health years of my life. Due to the severity of the wounds, to this day, I still have side effects. But I am still committed to science every day. I sign up for any treatment/clinical trial as I trust the scientific method 100%. And also, my attitude towards this new situation has always been to move forward, although giving myself room to look back.

I reaffirm myself in science, but November 15 is a magical day for me. I have a tattoo of that day in the shape of a shooting star, as you can see in the photo. It is a design by Carlos Sadness, a Spanish singer who tattooed one of the songs that have meant the most to me, Perseid. This tattoo is made in fine lines, which means it will go away with time until it almost disappears, just like my dream that all the pain and the scar on my face will disappear.

Science advances, and I advance with it.

Today the Spanish post goes first, as this writing is from the bottom of my heart.

Happy St. Albertus' Day!

#science #ciencia #scientific writing #november 15 #alberto magno #albertus magnus #chemistry #quimica #tattoos #carlos sadness #perseides #new life #accidents #laboratory #accidente

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lightgriffinsect · 2 years

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Time to ask!

So its 14: worst writing habit

18: most and least fave part of writing

23: how do you deal with writers block?

Ty for the ask again

14. Probably procrastinating XD. That, and not properly writing down my ideas when I get them. I have too many half-used notebooks that I could be repurposing for this and when I open Google Docs I have six WIPs that are just a vaguely scribbled idea like "Agoti has a nightmare and his family comforts the poor psychologically damaged boi". I'm not joking that's actually one of my WIPs.

18. Most favorite part of writing would be when you first get the idea and it's like one scene out of the entire fic. It pops into your mind all perfectly worded and described and you just HAVE to write it down before you forget. (You absolutely will forget, please keep a notebook or notes app on you at all times.) Bonus points if the title comes to you at this point because if it doesn't now, it probably never will.

Least favorite part comes right after that, when you start writing and realize that you've gotta slog through paragraphs of exposition and setting up the fic before you can write that Perfect Scene that made you wanna write the fic to begin with. And sometimes once you reach that Perfect Scene, it just sounds so PLAIN and BORING just like the rest of the fic and you wanna die right about now. :D And THEN after that you gotta slog through more paras of description and figure out how to wind up the fic. So basically the worst part of writing fic is... actually writing fic I guess? XD

23. I... don't? At least I haven't experienced writer's block for a while now, so I can't really say. Usually if the block has hit me, I just give in and don't write until the cloud of "no thoughts head empty" leaves my brain. I'm very diligent as you can tell lmao

Recently I haven't been writing not because of writer's block, but because I'm super busy nowadays, especially with mid-year exams next week. I haven't been able to finish writing my two most pressing WIPs, although I did make substantial progress on one and I hope to publish it before New Year's. I've been updating the FNF Filler Episodes fic every Friday to stay active on AO3, and I've been putting together headcanon lists for some of my favorite characters that I may or may not share in the foreseeable future. ;)

Ack this question was supposed to be about writer's block! Well I'll leave that paragraph up there in case anyone was missing my beautifully immaculate writing XDD

Thanks so much for the ask!

#thanks for the ask!#fanfiction #writing #my writing

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wmufranniefabray · 7 months

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coffee&a cheers → frannie/cody para.

TITLE: Coffee &A Cheers DATE: Thursday 15th February. PEOPLE: Frannie {@wmufranniefabray} and Cody {@wmucody} SUMMARY: Frannie and Cody meet the morning after Valentine's Day to delve a little deeper into their pasts.

OOC: The first part of this para (approximately 4 messages) got rudely deleted by Chatzy, which we have now sworn never to use again out of total distrust. To summarise, both characters arrived at the cafe and greeted one another.

As Cody spoke, Frannie nodded, slowly, taking another look around the cafe - taking in her surroundings. Part of her felt grateful that they were sitting in a darker, more private cafe. Another part felt tentative about being left alone with Cody in a small, darkened corner like this. She had assumed being in a cafe would have meant that their flirting, as much fun as it was, would have been momentarily. But, now? She wasn't so sure. "Everything is right with the world, obviously." She corrected with a grin, "I mean, both of us are here. It's an adorable cafe. We're more than likely to have an amazing time. How much more right can things get, really?" Although her words were laced with a sarcasm, there was a small part of her that felt free. Happy. Intrigued. Perhaps even a little bit excited to see the potential with Cody. "Cheerleading was fun. I think Coach Sue had an awful Valentine's Day, considering how grouchy she was, though. She clearly needs some action in the romance department ASAP." Frannie gave a small chuckle and eye roll, noticing in an instant as Cody's eyes dropped down to her body, causing the flutter of butterflies in her stomach to return, briefly. "How about you? Have I distracted you from some studying again?" She teased, crossing one leg over the other before sitting back in her seat slightly.

Cody laughed in harmony with Frannie. "Coach Sue, what a lady to have in your face at six in the morning, huh? I'm sure we could get her sorted with the right man, or whoever can brave that megaphone". His eyebrows raised up and down, almost in a flash. "I don't think there's a time when you're not distracting me." A mischievous smirk made it's way across his face. Cody couldn't quite put his finger on how he felt in the other's presence. There was some sort of excitement intertwined with apprehension swimming around in his gut. There was a warmth in his soul but also a hint of unease. The waiter approached breaking his train of though. "I'll have another white mocha please, with a pump of hazelnut this time," he said kindly while sliding the menu towards Frannie. "It's my treat. Pick absolutely anything, and everything you want."

Frannie let out a small chuckle, nodding quickly. "She is the worst. The best, obviously, but simultaneously the worst." There was something about being part of the cheerleading squad that filled Frannie with a lot of joy. She absolutely loved it. "Still, it keeps all of us in line. And it keeps our egos in check. Some of us need that kind of brutal honesty." At the sight of Cody's smirk, she rose an eyebrow slowly, almost challenging Cody. His energy was almost infectious. "Oh, really?" She echoed, tilting her head to the side as she looked across at him. "You see, I'm all for academics being your priority. Being smart is an absolute turn on. Especially when you're talking academic to me." A ghost of a grin was finding its way across her lips again, the playful flirting coming almost naturally when she was around Cody. Her gaze rose when she noticed the waiter approaching and her eyes glanced slightly at the menu. "Anything?" She repeated quietly to Cody with a raised eyebrow, trying not to raise too much suspicion from the waiter who was still watching the two of them. "I'll have an iced latte with oat milk, thank you." As soon as the waiter had left, Frannie folded her arms across her chest and stared across at Cody, a small smirk beginning to form. "What's to say your presence here, with me, isn't the treat I'm asking for?"

Cody nodded understandingly. "There I was thinking you were just putting yourself in a cheerleading outfit to turn me on.' He mirrored the tilting of the head while staring at Frannie, full of want. "It's a good thing that I'm just a fountain of knowledge then. I will talk the ears off you and you will be regretting even saying anything," he replied. Nodding the head as a way of thanks to the waiter he drew his attention back to his date. Leaning forward onto the table, he balanced his head onto the curve of his left palm and dropped his other hand to his rest on his knee, slightly brushing against Frannie's leg while doing. "Guess we'll just be each other's treat then".

Frannie gave out a small laugh at Cody's comment, giving a small, playful eye roll. "I'd be wearing a lot less if I was trying to turn you on, don't you think?" She murmured, lowering her voice slightly - painfully aware of every single person that could possibly be sitting near to them. As much as she tried to limit the amount she cared about the perception of others, it was still something she was painstakingly cautious of. Lima was a small place. "So, talk to me." She answered simply, running her tongue along her lower lip. "I know you mentioned how external factors or environments might impact a person's development. Tell me more about what you know. I'm curious." Her eyes watched with interest as Cody leaned forward, almost narrowing the gap between the two of them sitting opposite one another, while her breathing hitched - slightly - when she felt his hand brush against her knee. Almost by instinct, her body shifted in her seat, moving forward towards the table so that their bodies were closer.

Cody hung his head laughing. "Mmm, I would hope so," he countered, his teeth creeping through his slightly wet lips. Cody looked around and quickly dismissed his surroundings so he could be completely captivated by the female sitting so gracefully in front of him. "Nature, nurture debate simply isn't it? Your genetics can make you who you are, but with the influences of secondary socialisation it can catapult a person into someone completely different. I think the family, who are primary socialisation, have the biggest influence on someone's life however," Cody rambled, his hand waving in the air as to summon more thoughts to himself. "Like there's parts of me who I will always be, but they could have been either flattened or inflated in a different family. I also read this interesting study that everyone is born with all the same trauma triggers however it takes the external factors to switch them on, which is," he took a pause, finally letting some air into his lungs. "The depth behind it is something I will always strive to know more of." His hand dropped again, but this time his fingers traced soft swirls around Frannie's thigh. "Do you ever think about if your family has impacted you in ways that they could potentially prevented?" Cody laughed softly. "In the least invasive way possible."

Frannie watched, silently, while she listened to Cody speaking. While her area of interest was linked to the biological physical elements of the body, she had always found herself intrigued by the psychology and cognitive side of research. It was no where near her area of expertise - Cody was definitely the expert in this area - but she listened, captivated, to what he was saying. Call her selfish, but she couldn't help her thoughts wandering slightly about the impact her upbringing had on creating the person who she was today. Every single day spent in her household - every word shared, every argument screamed, every tear that had fallen - surely must have had some kind of impact. "So, you're saying here that human's are born with the same bodies. Everyone has an even playing field when it comes to the brain they've been given, let's say. Yet the minute they step outside of that hospital, the rest of their life and psychological health is determined by every second that passes after that?" She mused, letting the thoughts run over inside of her head, slowly letting it all sink in. Her thoughts felt fuzzy, disorganised and unstructured - memories flashing in and out of her brain like an unregulated cosette player of her childhood. A hand placed on her thigh dragged Frannie - much to her relief - out of her thoughts. It felt oddly comforting to find Cody's hand there - a distraction, absolutely, but one that felt oh, so, good. His question was honest and it was a question she had been expecting - hell, she had even offered to give information. Yet now that they were here, in front of each other, she could feel herself freezing up, ever so slightly. "I..think every family is complex." She offered, realising straight away how vague her answer was. She scrambled in her brain for something - anything - to say. Being vulnerable about these kind of memories was something she had planned for in advance but right here? Right now? She felt scared. "The Fabray family were no exception to complicated, I suppose." Her gaze shifted, away from Cody, to a photo frame hanging on the wall. Choosing to ignore his gaze felt easier, somehow. "Invasive is fine. I think I just need warming up a little with the deep talk." She gave a small smile, a somewhat apology.

Cody squeezed Frannie's leg softly. "Sorry, I got a bit carried away and just dove straight into the deep side there. I'm working on my impulsiveness. We don't need to talk about the deep, deep stuff. We can keep it non relative to us," he reassured. His body retracted ever so slightly. Working on his impulses was a main focus for himself, which is why he has such a rigorous morning routine. It keeps the impulse and intrusive thoughts at bay. His mind flashed back to the question he asked Frannie but directed it to himself this time. His body tensed as he remembered the walls of his house, and the quietness of it. How he could determine what mood his father was in just from the sound of his steps, and he thought about how constantly walking on egg shells has sky rocketed his fight or flight in everyday life. "We don't need to talk about it. I know we said therapy session and all, but we can stick to the surface level stuff. That was rude of me to jump in like that." Cody's face looked regretful, not wanting to give Frannie any reason to back away.

Frannie let out a shaky breath, nodding quickly, noticing in an instant that she wasn't the only one whose body had altered, slightly, since the start of their conversation. Her thoughts had been so absent that she had only just noticed how Cody's body, while on the surface looked relatively normal, looked tense and on edge. It reminded her that she wasn't the only one here with a family - and with families, comes a lot of emotional baggage that is hard to talk about. "You don't need to apologise. It's my fault - I was the one who offered to talk about this." She reassured, her voice a little softer as she leaned forwards in her seat, reaching out and giving Cody's hand that was resting on the table a small, gentle squeeze. The last thing she wanted to do was to make Cody feel guilty. "You're not rude at all. Let me think..." She trailed off, allowing her tongue to run along her lower lip as she thought. "How about we talk about our families in general, first? Surface level kind of information. That might be a safer way to start."

Cody relaxed his body after feeling the small squeeze. His eyes followed the movement of her tongue on her own lips, the feeling of desire came back over him. "That seems like a reasonable way to kick start things." Clearing his throat, he allowed space for the waiter to place the cups on the table top. He pushed Frannie's drink towards her, allowing his fingers to tangle with hers before reverting them back to his own cup. He took a small sip, wincing slightly at the scolding temperature. "Fucking, nearly burnt the tongue right off me," Cody spluttered, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Frannie let go of Cody's hand when she noticed the waiter arriving, pulling back slightly from where she was sitting to make room for the drinks to be placed down. Instantly her body craved to reach out towards Cody again, but she held back, watching to see if Cody showed any signs of still feeling on edge. The feeling of their fingers intertwining within the cups made her smile towards Cody, though, a quiet chuckle coming out. It looked like the atmosphere was starting to feel more comfortable again, which helped her to feel more at ease again. Her face burst into giggles when she watched Cody's reaction to sipping the drink. "Who knew a hot drink could be so hot?" She teased, wrapping her two hands around the mug to feel the warmth. "So...Tell me about your family. What are they like?"

Cody rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, yeah." Swallowing the remaining brew in his mouth, Cody sat the cup back down on the table. Resuming his previous position of his head on his hand, his other arm falling down again inviting Frannie back into a warmer engagement. "My family," he whispered, sucking his teeth. "Where to begin? First of all. My dad is what you would deem as your standard American high money businessman who works 24/7 and my mother is a neurosurgeon. So, first of all there's some serious points deduced for parenting skills due to having such high demanding jobs. I was mostly raised off my grandmother." Cody began to worm his hand into his back pocket to pull out his beaten wallet. Opening it up, he showed Frannie a polaroid photo of himself and his gran. "She's my guy, man. She's the best." He stared at the photo for a few more seconds, a sudden sadness hitting his gut as he reminded himself what he had to leave behind for his own wellbeing. "She's gucci, best way I can describe her." Sliding his wallet back into his pocket he reverted into his original position. "They weren't horrible to me. They just didn't have the emotional skills to be parents. And when Louie was born, I thought, Yes, now is the time for you to be parents. And still nada. I wish I knew their brain types maybe it would make more rational sense." Cody suddenly realised how much he was rambling. "Your turn, pretty girl," he whispered, nudging Frannie ever so slightly.

Frannie listened carefully, watching Cody silently as he spoke. She had questions - so many questions - yet she was also painfully aware of how tentative this subject was. Likely, for both of them. The last thing she wanted to was push too much. It was nice to hear Cody speak so positively about his grandmother, and she shuffled forward in her seat to take a look at the polaroid picture. A small smile graced her lips as her eyes traced the image, feeling the warmth radiating from Cody as he spoke about his grandmother. "Sometimes they don't have to be awful to you. A lot of the time, it's the things that they neglect to do or neglect to say that impact us the most." She spoke quietly, giving a small shrug. "How old is Louie now?" A sudden overwhelming urge to reach out again - whether that was to hug or comfort Cody in some way - washed over her. Instead, she took another sip of her drink, trying to imagine what it must have been like with parents that were never there. If anything, she may have preferred that. This time, she felt more comfortable speaking about her family. "So, it's always been Quinn and I. We've been inseparable, really, ever since we were small." She let her eyes drift across the cafe, before landing back to Cody again. "You could say my parents are well known in our part of town. My Father, especially, is quite a well-known name. Everyone loves Papa. He's funny, you know? He works within a law firm just outside of our town. My Momma has always been at home, taking care of us or taking care of Father." Pausing to take a small breath, Frannie reached into her pocket for her mobile. Her lockscreen showed a picture of her family, standing just outside of their local church several years ago. She showed the photo on her lockscreen to Cody. "They were always busy, but I wouldn't necessarily say they were absent. They were strict and had high expectations for us. Especially me, as the eldest, but really both Quinn and I were held to a high standard." The unspoken words were about Quinn being kicked out, but that wasn't Frannie's secret to tell. "They had their fault's, I guess. A lot of them. It doesn't mean I wouldn't do anything for them. Especially Quinn."

Cody couldn't quite put his finger on how he was feeling. The vulnerability that he was displaying in front of Frannie was saved for pep talks in his mirror. It felt so natural though, he didn't have to think about it. He also didn't have an overwhelming gut feeling of danger like he's so used to. Cody hadn't so much as whispered about the nature of his family, not even in his own class work to better his understanding of psychological development. He was his own walking case study. "Louise is coming on 8 in the next couple months," he answered, a full smile creeping on his face at the thought of his younger brother. He began to wonder what Louie was up to at that moment in time, was he okay? Cody took a mental note to facetime him later in the day. Listening to Frannie, he took everything in. Trying to separate his psychologist head to someone who genuinely just wanted to know more about the person sitting in front of him. Cody budged towards Frannie, taking in her photo. It was exactly how he pictured the Fabray family to look. "They must be proud of you both then, yeah? I mean I don't know Quinn; however, you're thriving and studying, and your energy is something that would make any parent proud". His eyes wandered between her left eye, then her lips, then her right eye. Taking in everything.

Frannie had never expected to be opening up about her family like this. It was almost...freeing, in a way? "Eight is such a fun age." She replied with a grin, "Do you miss him while you're at college?" She liked being able to see Cody like this. It made him more real to her. Although she would never outwardly admit it, flirting was easy. It had become like a second nature to her now. If in doubt, it was easy to flirt and escape anything genuinely real. This, though? This was new territory. The word proud made Frannie let out a small, low chuckle. It was never a word she had considered when thinking about what her parents thought of her. "I'm going to have to get it in writing, first, that you promise you'll never tell anyone anything I tell you about my family. They're...quite concerned about public perception. More than quite. A lot. It's a massive deal to them how people perceive our family." Her words tried to keep light, but there was a slight glitch in the way that she spoke now. A small tension in her tone. "So...if you lived with your grandmother, what made you want to go to Thailand?" Her question was light, but her tone shifted, now more gentle and tentative. "Not that I blame you. I'm still a little jealous that you went there." She added with a small smile, trying to lighten the tone again.

Cody nodded slowly. "Fuck, yeah. I miss him like mad. I just hope he's doing okay. He didn't deal with it the best when I left." He took another small gulp of coffee. Listening to Frannie, he ripped a small piece of paper from his notebook laid next to his laptop. "Here," he slid the paper towards Frannie. In small, neat handwriting it said 'This is my written promise to you that your words with me are always safe and locked within the walls of my body" with his signature printed at the bottom followed by a love heart. "You keep that safe." Cody wanted Frannie to know she was safe with him and nothing would go any further, he wouldn't dare. He knew how hard it was to show that vulnerability and it was nothing he would ever take advantage of. He placed the piece of paper into her hands and clasped them shut with his own. "Safe space, always." Naturally someone would remove their hands immediately after but he lingered on to Frannie's touch for as long as he could. "She lived in the house with us, so it was still under my dad's roof, if that makes sense. And I just didn't match up to what they wanted from a son and they made it very well known. They had my whole life planned out. So I simply, for better words, fucked off." He dropped his head and laughed. "Can't make me do something when I'm at the other side of the world."

Frannie couldn't help but wonder, momentarily, whether their conversation was one that Cody had ever spoken about before. In a way, tucked in the darkest corner like this, it made the secrets that they revealed to one another feel more sacred. She already knew that anything spoken of would never leave her lips to anyone else. Not to Quinn, not to her Momma, not to anyone. These weren't her secrets. Her eyes fell to the note being handed to her, lingering on it while an eyebrow rose at the love heart. Either Cody was just as much of a romantic as she was, or he knew exactly how to make a girl feel special. It was working. My God, was it working. "Thank you." It wasn't as though she felt distrustful of Cody - if anything, it was the opposite. There was no reason to distrust him. And his hands against hers? His touch was lingering, teasing; lasting for so much longer than she would expect. She shifted her thumb on top of his hand, deliberately making small patterns on his hand softly, running the touch back and forth. "I hope you know this sentiment is always returned." She spoke quietly, her gaze trying to meet his eyes. "You can talk to me about anything. It will stay between us. I promise." The shift in her tone - from arriving at the cafe with a light hearted, flirty tone - to her tone of voice now, low and serious, was stark. Cody's answer to her question made her shift in her seat, feeling an overwhelming wave of empathy towards him. His honesty and bravery were something she was envious of. Moving away from the situation was something Frannie had never been able to do. "I'm sorry." Her fingers, still laced and intertwined with his, moved so that hers were now clasping Cody's, giving his hand a small squeeze in an act of comfort. "What were their plans for your life?"

Cody appreciated the soft squeeze of comfort. Though his body language and presence was warm, on the inside he was battling a conflict of emotions. He felt safe speaking to Frannie, something that he never experienced with someone else so quick. His lack of opening up and ruined his relationships in the past - platonic or romantic - being vulnerable was not something Cody was fond of doing. In fact he saved those vulnerabilities for his grandmother and his little brother. As a benevolent child with closed off parents growing up was harsh for the boy. He was a high energy soul, even more so than he was now. His attempts to show his parents his drawings, his stories, any act of creativeness was always shut down and replaced with a lecture on how his focus should be towards the more core subjects of education: maths, science, and English, English without the stories. There was a wall around his heart and because of that, he may have many friendships and flings, but Cody has never experienced something real. Experiencing something real means giving your total, raw self. "They wanted me to go into business work. I'm not destined to wear a three piece suit all my life. My legs are just too nice to that," he joked, brushing off his immense thoughts. His body's response urged him to sit back, put more space between himself and Frannie. He fought against it, and forced himself to be open. "You're intriguing, Miss Fabray. I yearn to learn more about you."

Frannie quirked an eyebrow at the mention of Cody wearing a suit, leaning back so she could take another sip from her drink. "You know, I'm on their side in this debate. Only because I would pay to see you talking serious and stern to me about business while wearing a three piece suit." She joked teasingly, a smirk lacing and dancing on her lips, before quickly adding, "I'm kidding, obviously. My parents had similar ideals about the kind of path they expected us to take." Who knew their parents could be so vastly different, yet so evidently similar, all at the same time? The only reason her academic path had found a love in biology was because her parents - well, her Father in particular - had carved the way for it. All other subjects or interests just weren't a serious, legitimate option. In a way, Frannie felt lucky that her interests always lay with learning about the natural world and science had always been her favourite subject. "What would you like to know?" She asked, moving away a few strands of her hair behind her ear, almost internally mentally preparing herself for whatever questions came her way.

Cody softly laughed, his head dropped taking in the compliment. He looked up to Frannie from below his thick lashes. "You can see in me anything you want. Or, in nothing." He hid his smirk with his mug, taking a sip. And then once more as the caffeine started to kick in again. "I want to know everything." He wasn't lying when he said everything. He was truly consumed by the individual and her aura, even if it was against his body's will. "Like, how you even had the chance to squeeze me into your diary. I'm surprised that I'm not fighting people off as they try to shower you in roses and all other sort of love gestures. Surprised no-ones officially took you off the market". Cody wanted to go deeper into understanding Frannie however he had to remind himself that maybe they weren't quite there yet. She wasn't a case study that he had to spend hours analysing. His psychologist hat was off.. for now.

Frannie bit down on her lip, watching him with challenging eyes, his words echoing in her mind. "My parents DO have an annual gathering every few months. It's mainly for family, friends, associates, fellow Church goers...but it is a black tie event. The next gathering is next week." She quipped quickly, trying to ignore the offer to see Cody in nothing and the light blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. "I'm sure I could get you invited. It's quite the fun affair, especially after a long, long glass of wine." She wasn't sure whether inviting Cody to such an event, jokingly or not, was a little too serious, too quickly. Likely, it was, but her family played a major role in her life. It wasn't something she was able to tip-toe around or to pretend they didn't exist. There was something incredibly attractive about a guy just...plainly, simply and openly being interested. Cody hadn't bothered to pretend or play any kind of games to disguise that he wanted to know her. And not just know her physically, which had absolutely been a problem in the past - but know everything. She liked it. "Everything?" She repeated back, slowly, almost unbelieving. "I think that the busiest person in the whole world is able to make time for people if they truly want to. It's all about prioritising. And meeting you had been playing on my mind a lot." The more words that were shared between the two of them, the more confident Frannie felt to answer his questions with more openness. "My turn for a question. Have you ever been in love before?" It was blunt, but the curious part of her mind had won this time round.

Cody felt what could only be described as a small butterfly fluttering it's wings around his stomach. The invitation, though appreciated, had taken him back slightly. Meeting someone's family felt rather intimate in a way that Cody has never been before. His experience only went as far as undressing someone, only to leave them like a gust of wind after the night succumbed to the morning sun. "I'll be there". The words escaped his mouth before he could stop himself and think rationally. If he was to dress up so elegantly, it also meant that Frannie would, too, meet the same dress code. In a nice, tight dress of some sort, he wished. "Everything," Cody repeated with a soft reassurance in his tone. He nodded his head as Frannie answered his question. Cody's thoughts occupied of meeting Frannie from the moment they first interacted. There was something about the blonde hair and puns that drew him in, no matter how hard he tried to fight against it. Taking the question in, he thought for a second. Wanting to avoid coming across as heartless, which he wasn't, he wanted to choose his words wisely. It's not that he was incapable of love. His heart was full of it. But as an impressionable boy watching his parents relationship growing up it impacted him. They weren't horrible to each other, not anymore. The Totelino family went through a brief separation with his father leaving for a short month after what seemed like a lifetime of evening, after-dinner arguments with his mother. Then one day, his father returned as if nothing happened. They don't fight anymore, but overall they just don't speak. It was fine at first but the silence of the relationship ate Cody up. In his older years he's came to conclusion that they have both settled for each other because it was easy, convenient which installed a new type of fear within Cody. He would rather be alone than be with someone just because it was easy to settle, or be with someone which then turns into a relationship of convenience. "I haven't. I guess I've always just been too busy for it," he responded, covering the real reason with a fabricated truth. It was true in some sense. Cody's routine was busy and demanding however there was always a lingering space for someone. "Have you?"

Frannie watched Cody silently, wondering whether her question had thrown him off. Something Quinn had always teased Frannie for was her unrelenting honesty in the most uncomfortable situations, and Frannie wasn't quite sure here whether she had read the situation wrong. If anything, as she waited for a reply, Frannie almost regretted saying anything at all - she felt the unfamiliar feeling of sudden vulnerability creeping in. Letting someone else have the power over you was not something she had ever been encouraged to do. His answer, therefore, surprised her, although she tried not to let that alter her expression at all from neutral. A Fabray party - or 'gathering' - was not one to be missed, after all. They were perhaps one of the biggest perks of being in the Fabray family. "That's amazing! Please don't stress about meeting my parents. I'm aware that's a little intense. My main priority here is seeing you in a suit." She reassured him with a cheeky smile, before adding. "They're usually quite easy to avoid. I've spent the majority of my life perfecting it." The words had flown out of her mouth before she had realised. A part of her still felt overwhelmingly guilty whenever she spoke poorly of her parents in public. Only a small part, but it was a part, nonetheless. She couldn't help but feel a little surprised when Cody explained how he had never been in love before - perhaps, even, a little wary at his answer. Being too busy for love felt...wrong, somehow. Especially for someone as likeable as Cody. Still, Frannie wasn't here to dig into his past or question him if he wasn't comfortable completely. "I have." She confirmed truthfully with a nod. "Once before. I think opening yourself open to someone enough to allow yourself to fall in love is extraordinarily hard, especially trying to find the right person to trust, to do that with. Perhaps this links back to your question regarding why I'm single. Some would say I have high standards, but the truth lies more with a genuine desire to find someone to trust completely. I haven't found that yet."

Cody traced the outline of the mug top with his fingertip. His body felt it's calmest when it was moving in some sort of way. Keeping still felt like suffocating in ways that he could only understand. His fidgeting was an annoyance for others but a sense of control for him. He struggled with impulsiveness in all senses of the word and the slight movement helped with oppressing it. "Are you kidding? I can't wait to meet the Fabrays". Meeting Frannie's parents was the gateway to understanding her more, something that was burning inside of him. He needed to know all of her in ways that not everyone else did. "Anybody can love anybody. Not everyone can trust everyone," Cody agreed with Frannie's statement. Would he ever be able to trust someone fully, he thought. It seemed like such a far-fetched idea. Cody couldn't trust himself so how could he trust someone else? "Well, here's to trust," he declared, holding his mug up in a toast-like manner.

Frannie watched him silently, taking in each movement, each trace, each outline of his fingers. "And you have a suit to wear?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow, a small smirk beginning to form on her lips. Her mind was beginning to consider what Cody would look like with a suit on and her eyes slowly shifted down to his body. Shaking her head slightly, trying to focus on what the two of them were discussing, Frannie quickly added. "They're kind people. I'm sure they'd love to meet you." Although her family were...an interesting group of people, Frannie was absolutely certain that they would like, or maybe even approve, of Cody as her date. While she wasn't entirely sure what kind of questions would be thrown his way, she was certain he could handle it. His confidence was one of the main things she found attractive about him. Well, one of the many things. A small chuckle fell from her lips as she watched him raising his mug as she mirrored his actions, lifting her mug in a cheers-like salute. "To trust." She toasted with a beam, clinking her glass with his before taking another small sip.

Cody held himself back from smiling cockily as he watched Frannie's eyes divert to his body. "I can look one out". His thoughts cut to a visual image of his wardrobe in his room. Not one hanger held the weight of a suit. Jeans, Dickies, hoodies, sure. A suit, however, was not in his outfit rotation. He had to make sure he looked at peak calibre so he took added the task of going to buy an outfit on his mental to do list. He had worked more shifts in Scandals this month which allowed him to hold a little more savings, enough to get him a well-polished suit that would impress Frannie. "I'm excited to spend more time experiencing you," Cody stated, a soft but wide smile plastered on his face. He swirled the last of his coffee around the mug. The reflection of the cafe lights reflected off his watch revealing the time. Shit. A great deal of time had passed since the conversation started and Cody's afternoon class was starting in 17 minutes. He couldn't be late for Content Creation class again or Miss Raduk would have him in an academic choke slam. "I need to head to class now as much as it kills me to pull myself from you. I hope that I see you again real, real soon," Cody said, putting himself in a state of vulnerability as he awaited Frannie's response. To hide the impending feeling of doom within him he slid his laptop into his over-worn Carhartt tote bag and squared himself up, ready to leave for class once Frannie answered.

Frannie was more than pleasantly surprised with how meeting Cody had gone. After their message exchanges, as well as their brief meeting at the carnival, she wasn't entirely sure how their coffee date would have turned out. This, though, she had enjoyed, even if it had been more than a little eye-opening at how much her childhood clearly still impacted her. It had given her a lot to think about. "If you need help suit searching, I have quite a few that you could borrow." She responded flippantly with a small shrug, suddenly aware of her assumption that everyone should automatically own formal clothing - which may not have been the case. Picking up her bag, Frannie stood up and zipped up her jacket, placing the small note Cody had written her beforehand inside her pocket. A small smile formed when Cody admitted that he would want to her see again accompanied with a light flush on her cheeks. A small, cynical part of her brain gave a quick reminder that he could be simply being polite, but she tried to ignore that. "I've really liked spending time with you. A lot." She replied honestly, raising her gaze now to try and meet his eyes. For a brief, fleeting moment her eyes trailed down, lingering slightly on his lips. A part of her was almost tempted to to be bold, but she resisted, instead running her tongue along her lower lip before presenting Cody with another smile. It felt too soon. Too tentative. "I'll see you around, Cody."

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dear-antonette · 1 year

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it's been a month and two days..

i guess this is the longest time we didn't talk. i still count as "contact" ung fact na charry is still following me, cause i really do think that it's you using that account sometimes. it's relly either she's updating you the things i post, or ikaw talaga yung tumitingin. one reason i believe this is yung time na nagalit ka kasi i was entertaining other people. that Close Friends List didn't include your ig account, yung sa kapatid mo lang and the moment i saw charry's name there and remembered na nandun siya sa list, niremove ko rin agad. but wala nakita naman na. and after that thing, nagstop na rin ung paglike ng kapatid mo sa selfies ko, making me think ikaw talga yon and you're that mad at me that time haha ayon. kaya i still count it as "contact"

sabi nga ni zel, maniniwala lang siya na i really am trying to move on or forget you kapag inunfollow/remove as following ko na ung future sis-in-law ko. hahaha

anyway.. alam mo i removed my Spotify account after i saw that "my jinji" playlist kasi feel ko para sa akin yun and at the same time pano kung hindi para sa akin?? grabe naman.. jinji rin tawag mo sa bago mo? yawa HAHAHA anyway.. ewan, i always think the worst things. kasi kahit my heart is sometimes confident that you'll be mine to keep someday, my brain somehow know na i still need to prepare for the pain or whatever. kaya mas okay nang wag mag-assume unless full name ko andun. chs. haha.

pero syempre di ko naman matitiis, chineck ko ulit the other day tapos may dagdag kang 3 new songs.... that made me sad. hahaha kasi yung last doon titled "one last time" and yung lyrics.. parang ewan. di naman ako relate haha feel ko tuloy para sa kanya pa rin.. or para nga sa iba.. pero ung song, bagay siya kung ako ung may kanta sayo non, alam mo yon. hahaaaayyss akala ko talaga e.. mej nagkahope talaga ako sa playlist na yun pero one song, wala. wala na ulit haha. sad.

ayaw ko na ishare 'tong mga thoughts na 'to sa ibang tao. umay na rin ako e. tsaka mukha lang talagang tanga wahaha.

goodnight.. miss ko mag-good night and good morning sayo. ganitong time un e.. quarter to 5am :/ ayun..

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the-underestimated-amelia-bones · 5 years

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errand enacted // Rodolphus

@viciousvisage

Despite Amelia’s work centring around the Auror Department, she was interested in the workings of many different offices within the Ministry. The Wizengamot was one of them. It was the core of their justice system, and Amelia wanted to learn more about it, now that she had managed to not only get her foot in the door of the Ministry, but retain her position there.

Justice.

It had a good ring to it. But Amelia wanted to learn more about the laws, and whether justice really did have a part in their system. She spent some of her her free time reading through case files, and laws, eager to learn more. The Sorting Hat had considered putting Amelia in Ravenclaw due to her love of knowledge and learning, but her work ethic and staunch loyalty to those she loved had won out. Merlin only knew how the Sorting Hat could have decided such a thing when she was 11, but who was she to question centuries of tradition?

She was Amelia Bones, but that was beside the point. One institution at a time.

Today, she had been asked to deliver a file to one of the Wizengamot members. She was happy to do it, in that it got her away from her desk, and down a few floors to the busy offices. Earlier in her career, she may have bristled at being asked to play errand girl. But this was a favour for a friend in the department, and she knew it was not a request made to belittle or demean her. Amelia had shown that she would not stand for such long ago, while at the same time ingratiated herself gracefully with others, indicating she was always willing to help out a friend. She was a little apprehensive at having to approach Rodolphus Lestrange, though.

Squaring her shoulders, Amelia made sure her posture was as correct as ever. She walked through the halls of the Ministry with confidence and composure at all times. It was what her parents would have expected of her, and what she demanded of herself. Hide everything, nerves, fears, excitement.

Seeing him walking down the hall, Amelia quickened her pace, high heels tapping on the floor. “Mr. Lestrange?” she called out. “I have a file for you.”

#p: errand enacted #;rodolphus lestrange #;viciousvisage #;closed starter #my para titles are the worst

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road1985birthdaybingo · 3 years

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March Day 16

I have past the middle of the month. So lets go with another gift. This is for @meloingly.

It's a bit special because we have Carlos talking Spanish having fever.

Title: Speaking tonges... about love.

Summary: When he has a high fever, Carlos only speaks Spanish, and he talks about marriage and children, but TK doesn't understand almost a word

TK sighed as he heard Carlos coughing in bed. He slept, slept the three times he had heard him with the coughing fit. But the fever had spiked enough to have him sleeping the whole time, almost unconscious.

"Damn flu," TK thought.

With how quickly he had passed it. Carlos always laughed when TK told him that he had a very strong immune system and defenses and a simple flu was nothing to him. Two days in bed and then good as new. Carlos was going through his third day, the worst day of the fever. He had not been able to get out of bed, he had barely woken up in the morning; he had hardly eaten anything and what little he had managed to get into his stomach he had ended up throwing up almost immediately.

His fever had spiked so high that for a moment TK thought about calling the emergency room. He wasn't happy about spending the rest of the day in the hospital at Carlos' bedside, but his fever was bordering on extreme.

In the end he had called Tommy. He hated to bother her on her day off, but seeing her show up with the twins, worried about Uncle Carlos, ready to fix something to eat for the two of them as their father had taught them and to be nurses for one of their favorite uncles, so endeared TK to her that she couldn't tell them they'd better stay home to avoid catching anything.

"The fever is high," Tommy said as they left the bedroom. "But we're going to monitor him, if he has no lung problems, no trouble breathing and the vomiting only happens when he eats something, he should be fine, for the time being."

"Sorry to bother you on your day off, Captain."

"We're off work, so please call me Tommy. Besides, I care about you guys and the girls too. When they heard me talking on the phone with you, they went crazy saying they wanted to come with me."

TK sighed and plopped down on the couch. He hadn't slept much during the night. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined something horrible happening to Carlos because he was asleep, so he'd spent most of the night awake watching him, searching the internet for fever-reducing home remedies and the like to keep himself entertained, though he'd ended up watching a couple of series on Netflix on his cell phone with his headphones on.

"Why don't you try to get some sleep? The girls and I will stay as long as it takes."

"No need. Andrea, Carlos' mom, just told me she's on her way. She's bringing us food, which means we'll have a full fridge for two weeks." Tommy smiled and nodded. "I'm not complaining, cooking isn't my thing and while it's bad I don't want Carlos doing anything, let alone spending hours cooking."

"TK..." Carlos' voice made them both alert.

The paramedic approached the door to the room. Carlos had his eyes open, he was looking at him and his hand outstretched towards him to get his attention. TK walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Good morning, my sleeping beauty." He moved to his boyfriend's forehead and gave him a kiss. He was burning and would give anything to notice that he was coming down and slowly getting better, but Tommy had told her, with a fever this high, it would take time for improvement to come. "Would you like me to make you some tea to settle your stomach a little?"

"¿Te he dicho ya lo mucho que te quiero?"

TK wondered if he was the one with the fever now, because he had just heard Carlos speak to him in Spanish. of which he had only understood "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Es nuestro fin de semana libre y tines que hacer de enfermero para limpiarme el vómito."

TK understood even less of what his boyfriend had just said. He understood Spanish words and had studied it in school. Carlos had said he'd be happy to teach his whenever he wanted, but they didn't have that much free time together to get into studying and practicing a language.

"Hold on, I'm going to need help. Don't move."

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constanteyeburn · 2 years

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Bored Ako at wa ko naka practice sa ahong bisaya(?) di ako kaybao og Bisaya jud ni ang mangga solte naho pero okay ra man..

Ng lakaw ko today; sa mall. Pero side note: wa koy kaybao(? Ano ba ang spelling sa kaybao..in my defense wa man ko gi raise sa pinas ok😞. At wa ko gi tudlo sa reading & writing sa Tagalog or Bisaya. Sometimes mg solte ko sa waray & I didnt even know it. Naka inggon ko og Bisaya ra man ng solte ako pero apparently not.)

Anyway..ng adto ko sa mall at ng palit ko og isang libro. Ang title sa libro ay “The Worst-Case Scenario Survival Handbook” inggon og “expert advice for extreme situations”. Kainggon ko that ang libro nito ay para awkward social interactions pero dili man. Ng palit pud ko og sapatos. Ng colour sa sapatos ay asul. (I really hope that means blue 💀) Pero arang ka mahal jud..hapit na $90. Inggon ang ahong nanay na “okay raman kay dili jud kanunay mg palit siga.” Ambut..

Ang Final item na palit naho ay lip balm; ang lipbalm ay “Burt’s bees sweet mandarin” moisturizing lip balm. Gtg

#Bisaya practice #I think..#non tickle #There’s some English in there #because I don’t know what most words are in bisaya or tagalog okay..

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 3 years

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Ven para’s instrumental is kinda nice, except for the bridge which is so different from the rest of the song - that’s trendy now, but it has to be done well; in this case, it’s too sudden and disconnected and the bridge itself is very generic. The lyrics are terrible though, the rap is terrible, the choreo is uninteresting. The worst thing might really be the lyrics though. The way they butchered the Spanish... Ven para? Ven para where? That can’t be the title, it’s missing something. In the song they say ven para aca, but they also say “Go ven para aca”??

This is the kind of song that grows on you. 70% of kpop music is becoming desensitized to terrible lyrics and rap. Like I said, the instrumental sounds fun to me, but yeah... not my cup of tea.

#weeekly #ven para

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Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 6 Sakamaki Subaru [TRACK 4]

Original title: いつか壊してしまうなら

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 6 Sakamaki Subaru [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: This track really got me emotional because it reminded me a lot of Subaru’s HDB & MB routes in which he tries to push the MC away or even sacrifice himself for her sake, yet remains too stubborn to admit his true feelings in the process. T _ T Even though he acts tough all the time, he really is so fragile and having his lover forget about him is truly one of the worst things that could happen to this boy because his self-confidence is already below zero. ;;

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5

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Track 4: If I’ll End Up Destroying You One Day

*Rustle rustle*

“...Seems like you’ve finally regained consciousness.”

You sit up.

“Heh. Your complexion still looks like shit. You look like a damn corpse. I hope you learn your lesson now? If I continue to suck your blood like that, I can’t see you lastin’ even three days. Well, you’re the one who refuses to run even though I’ve been tellin’ you to, so you can’t blame me. However, there’s this one thing I’d like to ask of you before you die.”

You tilt your head to the side.

“Yeah, that’s right. Here, take it.”

Subaru gives you his knife.

“...Hm? It’s a silver knife. If you use that, you can easily kill even a Vampire. I want you to use it...and kill me.”

You seem surprised.

“...’Why’!? You sure ask the weirdest things. Ah, right. You don’t remember anything. It totally slipped my mind for a second. Guess it can’t be helped then. I’ll tell you one more time. To us Vampires, death is a joyous occasion. It’s somethin’ worth celebratin’. So it makes sense I’d have a death wish, right?”

You tell him it’s too difficult for you.

“Heh. Killin’ me wouldn’t be difficult at all, really. All you need to do is stab me right through the heart with that knife. ...If anythin’, I don’t mind lendin’ you a hand either.”

You ask why he is asking you to do this.

“...Why, you ask? That’s...Because you’re the only one here. I have no other choice, right? That’s all. Anyway, just do it. Right now.”

You refuse.

“Why can’t you do it? I’m the one wishin’ for this, so what’s the problem?”

You explain.

“I never asked for your opinion! Come on, hold the knifeー!”

*Rustle rustle*

“If you won’t listen to me, you’ll be in for a world of pain again, don’t you know!? Are you fine with that!?”

You continue protesting and fighting back.

*Rustle rustle*

“...Ugh! Stop complainin’ and hurry up...!!”

*Thud*

“Haah, haah...Come on, just trust it forward like that.”

*Rustle rustle*

“...Ugh...Watch oーー”

*Cling*

“...Oi! What are you doin’...!? I nearly stabbed you instead! This knife is capable of killin’ even a Vampire, right!? You would stand no chance...! ...!!”

You ask if he is worried about you.

“...!? I-I didn’t really...mean it like that or anythin’...”

You tell Subaru that he is trying to deceive you.

“Deceive...? The fuck you talkin’ ‘bout?”

You explain.

“Hah! ...I’m kind? You’ve got a few screws loose, don’t you? I don’t care ‘bout you at all. When I told you to get away from me, or expressed my wish to die, I did it all for my own sake. I’m not kind in the slightest. I’m only running away...When I remain by your side, I might end up destroyin’ you one day. No matter how strongly I feel for you, all I do is keep on hurtin’ you...Which is why...I wanted you to kill me. Before I end up taintin’ you with these hands of mine...”

You suddenly embrace him.

“...!?”

*Rustle*

“...What are you doin’? Without your memories, you should have no idea what I’m even talkin’ ‘bout...So...Why would you do this?”

You explain.

“...!”

You elaborate.

“Hehe...The fuck? You can’t turn a blind eye to me? So even right now, you’re still gonna meddle with my business, huh? ...Cut it out. You’ll give me the wrong idea by spoutin’ that kinda nonsense. Makin’ me believe that your memories have returned...”

His expression softens.

“However...Whether you remember or not...It doesn’t matter. In the end, you are still the same person.”

You smile.

“...Are you no longer scared of me?”

You nod.

“Heh. I see. In that case, I won’t ever tell you to get away from me. I’m done with runnin’ away. ...I don’t mind if you’ve forgotten everythin’. ‘Bout yourself, ‘bout me, or even the time we spent together up till now...I’ll teach you again from scratch. ...How much I love you as well. All of it. Mmh...”

*Smooch*

“...Stay by my side. From here on out, forever.”

You promise.

*BZZZZZZZZZ*

“Ugh...Argh...I’m gettin’...dizzy spells again...It’s the same as back then...Che...That damn moon...It’s still...Ugh!”

*Thud*

“Haah, haah...Are you...fine?”

You nod.

“Haah, haah, haah...I’m glad...In that case...Come...closer...”

*Rustle*

“Haah, haah...You’ll be with me forever, right? ...Ugh!”

*WOOSH*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers paraslene #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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Opposite Day (Or DuPont's Worst Nightmare) Part 3: Ladybug is that HBIC

Hi everyone!!! So, here's the next chapter of ODDWN! And from what you can tell of the title, yes, this is where Ladybug and Chat Noir defeat the Akuma, or essentially, the last main chapter. I'm gonna be doing an aftermath obviously, but right now we're gonna focus on Ladybug telling Chat Noir off. Cause let's be real, Adrien doesn't know what "no" means, and Marinette is way too nice to actually tell him off. THANKFULLY, she doesn't have a filter, so this kitty's getting skinned.

Enjoy! :)

(To get a feel for this chapter, listen to either rules by doja cat, or confident by Justin Bieber and chance the rapper. Your choice lol)

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First / Previous Chapter / Masterlist

Walking out of the classroom, Marinette turned to walk down the stairs. "Dupain-Cheng." Marinette stopped in her tracks, and turned around towards Chloe. "What, brat?" Marinette glared. She was hungry, and getting stopped was annoying her.

Chloe huffed at the insult. Turning her head, "I was, gonna say you could hang out with me and Sabrina now that you have a spine, but for that insult I'm reconsidering."

Marinette laughed, clearly mocking the other girl. "No thanks, I don't hang out with entitled brats like you. I mean, seriously? You?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Marinette was about to walk away when Chloe growled. "Excuse you?! I am Chloe Bourgeois! I have everything, like you would ever understand!"

"Oh Chloe, we both know you're lying. Even to yourself." Marinette looked over her shoulder, before turning slightly. "What does that mean?" Chloe placed her hands on her hips. "You don't have everything you could ever want, isn't that right?" Marinette smiled in mock sympathy. "Of course I do! I'm the mayor's daughter!" Chloe hesitated, not knowing what Marinette was getting at.

"Yes, you are the mayor's daughter, yes you're rich, but none of those things can give you what you truly want," Marinette shook her head, walking in a slow circle around the blonde. "Your mom left you," Chloe flinched at that remark. Marinette continued, "Your dad isn't there for you," Another flinch, Chloe curled her fists. "You only have one friend, and everyone hates you." Marinette stopped walking, she stood behind her. Grasping her shoulders, Marinette spoke in Chloe's ears. "Poor, poor Chloe. You're alone, and no one truly understands you. But who's fault is that? Who's fault is it that everyone cowers before you?"

Chloe looked to be on the verge of tears, not that Marinette could see. "You want friends, and you want people to care about you, right? No one's ever paid attention to you, and no one cared enough." Marinette sighed, taking on a sympathetic voice. "What are you getting at, Dupain-Cheng?" Chloe whispered, knowing if she spoke louder her voice would crack. "You don't have to be alone, Chloe. You don't have to have people be scared of you. You brought this upon yourself by being a horrible person. But," Marinette let go of Chloe's shoulders. Walking towards the stairs, she turned to look back at the other girl. "Even you can be redeemed. You just have to try."

With that, Marinette left an emotional Chloe at the top of the staircase. "Stupid Dupain-Cheng, what does she know?" Chloe whispered, rubbing at her eyes furiously.

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Running into the bathroom, Marinette locked the door to her stall, and opened her purse. "Marinette! Let's hurry! We've waited too long, who knows what the akuma has done!" Tikki cries in a whisper, flying out of the purse. "I know, Tikki, don't lecture me." Marinette grumbles, calling her transformation.

Now on the roof of her school, Marinette listens intently for the sound of an akuma. Lo and behold, a few blocks down came the screams. "Guess he circled around the city." Marinette murmured, swinging onto the building across the street. There, in the street down below stood the akuma Opposite Man. He had a staff he used to zap people, and had what looked like smoke bombs to affect groups of people.

From what she could tell, Marinette deduced that the staff made you do the opposite of what you're trying to do, and the smoke bomb affects your personality. That's why I felt weird today, and the purple smoke in the air. Marinette thought, suddenly realizing.

She analyzed the scene below, trying to find a way to restrain him, and get his akumatized object. She heard a thump from behind her and internally cursed. She didn't need his recklessness this time. Ladybug had a job to do.

"Hello, M'lady! I've missed you, my bugaboo!" Chat Noir purred, leaning on his staff. Ladybug stood up, and slowly turned to face him, while saying sarcastically, "Oh wow, M'lady and Bugaboo? Using both names which you know I hate? You must be here to be a nuisance --as usual" Ladybug crossed her arms, titling her head with a mock surprised face, before dropping it and glaring at him.

"Me-ouch, M'lady! No need to be so harsh! I'm just here to be your savior! After all, it is what good boyfriends do!" Chat Noir exclaimed, reaching to touch her. Marinette didn't know what he wanted to touch, but it frightened her nonetheless. Normally, she would flinch back, and try to put distance, but the akuma’s powers, no, they didn't let her.

Grabbing his wrist before he can touch her, Ladybug sneered. "Don't fucking touch me, you mangy cat!" Chat Noir tried to pull his hand back, but Ladybug wasn't done. "You know what you are, Chat Noir?" A step forward. Ladybug had the hand with the ring on it, not that Chat noticed. No, he was too shocked his lady was talking back to him. Where was this confidence? She never fought back!

No, no, you can't let your victim fight you! Chat had to fix this! His thoughts were broken when Ladybug spoke again. "You're nothing, but a nuisance, a menace, a reckless little brat, and--" Insult after Insult. Each insult equaled a step closer, till she backed him up against the edge of the roof.

"M'lady! Now, don't get so riled up! You're only acting this way cause you got hit! We can defeat the Akuma and go back to normal!--" Chat Noir rambled, desperately trying not to fall off the tall building they were on. It was three stories, and if he fell, his staff couldn't save him, it was knocked away from him, but Ladybug cut him off. "You mean the akuma I'm going to defeat, you're useless, you can't do anything to help me. In fact, I don't need you at all!" Ladybug shouted, her grip on his wrist getting tighter. Harder for him to break out of, she mused in her head.

"Don't lie, Ladybug! We're meant for each other! You're the only one that doesn't see it. Come on! Let go so we can get you back to normal." Chat Noir rolled his eyes, smiling his signature Adrien Sunshine Boy smile. This would convince her, surely-- Ladybug's expression only darkened. "Right, cause when I'm back to normal, I don't fight you. I'm a doormat when I'm normal, gives you more opportunities to harass and get away with the shit you do. And we're not "meant" for each other, you asshat. You're a horrible person, and I hate you!" Ladybug was screaming by now. She grabbed his fingers, ready to slip off the ring. He looked to shocked at her declaration to notice at first.

"Chat Noir, by order of the Guardian of the Miraculous, You are hereby revoked of your miraculous, and you'll face the full consequences of your actions." He looked enraged at her order, and tried to break free. "Catacly--" He tried to shout, but she laughed. "I'll just tie you up and take it after you transform back forcefully. Like I said, you're fucking stupid." Still laughing, she smirked as he did it anyway.

She let go of him, and before he could run away, tied him up with her yoyo. Quickly attaching him to a pole on the roof, Ladybug rolled her eyes. "I told you, you stupid cat."

Sighing, she waited till she heard the beeping start. Leaning against the opposite wall, Ladybug watched with unnatural satisfaction as Chat Noir yelled, screamed, and demanded she put him down. She couldn't do this to him, he'd cry over and over. To the Ladybug of yesterday, his cries would be answered, and she'd let him down. Apologize and turn around, waiting for him to recharge.

To the Ladybug of now, however, it was hilarious. Hearing him yelling and screeching. He was terrified of the consequences, apparently. Then came the final beep, and then came her devilish grin.

The look of terror on his face caused her to laugh. Before he detransformed, Marinette said one last thing. "Bye bye, little kitty. I hope you rot in hell," releasing him as his transformation fell, Ladybug grabbed Chats, no, Adrien's wrist-- she was too happy, and too satisfied to break down from the new hole in her heart-- and yanked the ring off his finger.

Ladybug didn't look back as she took off towards the akuma that had made it's way down a few blocks. No, not even to acknowledge the screaming pleas of Adrien Agreste.

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Hey there! So, I finished the Final Main Part of ODDWN! Hope you guys liked it, it was a bit rushed at the end, I wanted to get this written by Sunday. Now, by the time you've read this, its Monday (Today). I'll get to writing the aftermath chapter for this story tonight, and it'll be up sometime around this week or the next, depending on how long I want it to be, or what I want to happen. If you have any questions, requests, or prompt recommendations please feel free to send me an ask!!

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