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✦┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈 Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ Ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ 〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈✦

Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.

Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak

Word count // 1,694

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You know the soul-shattering feeling of your heart physically breaking?

That’s what was happening at this very moment. Acid tears, so hot that you’re convinced that your face is melting off, slid down your cheeks in rivers and burned your eyes as they spilled out. Your ears are ringing so loud and high-pitched, you can’t really even hear his words.

You’re pretty sure you’re pleading for him to stay by the fact that your lips are moving. His face pinches slightly in guilt as he listens to your pleas, though you know, as he squeezes your hands, your words are falling upon deaf ears. You grip his hands tightly to keep him here, with you, just a little bit longer, trying to make this moment stretch out as much as you could make it.

All you know is that your heart is breaking rapidly, you’re a sobbing, sweating, shaking mess in front of your yawne, and there’s a rapidly growing lump in the back of your throat that you can’t seem to swallow down, no matter how hard you try.

He looks at you quietly, searching your face, before squeezing your hands once more, gently. He leans down, lips to your ears, and he whispers out a quick “I’m sorry” before pulling out of your grasp.

And then, he was gone, leaving you to pick up the shattered, splintered shards of your glass heart all alone.

»»——⍟——««

That was three years ago. Three years ago, you were left to learn how to live a life without Neteyam to light your path and your world. Three years to find a new center of gravity for your world to revolve around. And you did.

You threw yourself into your training, working hard to become the best hunter and warrior the Omaticaya had ever seen. It kept your mind busy and  your heart intact.

The clan expected you to move on from the unexpected incident that would forever leave you wondering what you could’ve done wrong, but you hadn’t.

Not yet.

Three years and the pain of his betrayal was still just as raw and bitter as the day he’d chosen to leave you behind. You used to dream of him, dream of the moments you’d had with him. Over time, they’d turned to nightmares of him never coming back, leaving you to grow old by yourself. After that, your nightmares worsened, showing your worst fears to you at night; Neteyam coming back different. Different appearance, different personality, different everything. Those ones always left you curled up in a fetal position, sobbing into your hands in the morning.

At first, men tried to sway your stone cold heart, convinced that they had a chance with you now that the olo’eyktan’s son and your best friend was gone. Eventually, though, the attempts slowed, trickling down to a dry riverbed of looks and whispers pointed your way.

You watched as people your age, the people who grew up alongside you, settled down and began to have families of their own. That life looked nice, peaceful and comfortable, but it wasn’t the life for you.

Your parents tried to talk to you, to find a suitable mate that could mend your heart in ways that only Neteyam could. There were times you’d lay awake at night, listening to their hushed whispers as they tried to figure out a way to help you move on from your tragic breakup.

It was a pity they didn’t have any other children to provide them the grandchildren they longed for.

And then, in a blaze of glory and fancy, excitement-filled celebrations, he was back. After three years, he was back.

Taller, with broad shoulders and a grin that could melt hearts, Neteyam looked different and familiar all at the same time. Tattoos covered one side of chest and his shoulder as well as some of his face. His hair was the same, thin small braids, but some of the braids were pulled back into a bun at the back of his skull.

The moment he’d seen you, he tried to approach and you’d fled, unable to face the one person who could destroy everything you’d built in his absence.

You’d found a place that was private, safe from the eyes as well as the ears of others, offering you the safety to shed the tears that had been burning at the corners of your eyes.

You couldn’t help the burning suspicion that the village had planned this, that they had known he was coming back and they’d purposefully hid this revelation from you. As if they were expecting you to be wooed off your feet if you’d been taken by surprise. Their own planned romantic story.

It was a turmoil of emotions to try and process and, in order to address your emotions, you did the one thing that usually helped you focus and calm down; hunting.

By the time you got back to the path leading towards the village, the sun had already set in the sky, night taking over the forest, bioluminescent flora and fauna lighting your path as you walked.

You couldn’t help but slow your steady pace, despite the heavy yerik resting over your shoulders, as you marveled at the beauty of your home. Neon blues, greens, purples, and pinks glowed all around you, surrounding you, and it further built up the peace that had settled in your mind.

“You look beautiful right now, Y/n. I’d forgotten how perfect you looked when you were at peace.”

At the sound of the masculine voice, you spin around, dropping the yerik in the process in order to swap it out for the blade that sat at your waist.

Your eyes meet gentle, adoring golden eyes, and a smile pulls at his perfect lips. Despite the smile, the raise of his non-existent eyebrow pulls at his face, making him look more questioning than anything.

“What do you want, Neteyam?” you ask, trying to force yourself to be civil. Just because he broke your heart into a million tiny places, trampling on it and spitting on it by leaving you, it didn’t mean your parents hadn’t raised you to be polite.

Even to assholes like him.

“Mawey yawne,” he hums softly, moving closer, and you instinctively step back, keeping the same amount of space between him and yourself. Your hand continued to grip the handle of your knife tightly, prepared to stab and run if you needed to.

A perplexed expression crosses his face and, for just a split second, his smile dropped into a curious look.

“I am not your yawne. You lost that nickname when you left me,” you spat back at him and he let out a long sigh, deep and tired, as if he was dealing with a fussy, stubborn child, rather than a fellow adult.

You cross your arms, tapping your foot slightly. You have no patience for him. When, once before, you’d enjoy dancing around topics, swapping playful banter and loving nicknames, you just want to be left alone now.

“Alright. What would you prefer I call you, if not yawne?”

“Just address me as you have. My name is perfectly fine for the likes of you. Now, why do you harass me? It’s not like you cared much before.”

He turns his head away, looking towards the village, before meeting your eyes again.

“I didn’t see you at supper. I got worried, so I came to wait for your return.”

“How thoughtful,” you bit back, gathering up your yerik. When he moved to help, you slap his hands away and shove past him to continue up the trail towards home.

How ironic that he worried about your safety now, considering how little he cared before. It was almost as if Eywa had a twisted sense of humor, putting him in situations that mirrored the one before and guiding him to react in a different way. As if trying to make your dreams come back to life.

This time, though, you weren’t going to fall for the act. After all, it was just an act. Nothing more and nothing less. You hadn’t meant enough to him then. You certainly mean nothing to him now.

»»——⍟——««

He hadn’t meant to scare you off. Watching you disappear along the path with your game slung over your shoulders, his gaze traveled down your spine, towards your rounded ass that bounced with step in your elegant stride.

A lot had changed, he realized, with you. Three years had not only seen you out of your awkwardly adorable childhood and into the elegance of a fully blossomed woman, but also had seen the change of your personality.

Whereas before, you’d been sweet, bouncy, and optimistic, you now carried yourself with a calmness that spoke of just how proud you were of yourself. Nothing could throw you off, nor could it stop you from being so damn independent. Had it really changed you that much when he’d chosen to go with his family to the reef people?

Where had that sweet girl gone?

Poking his tongue out, he licked at his lips before following after you, keeping enough distance between you and himself that you wouldn’t realize he was following you. Try as he might, he could never forget you and, convinced that you would immediately allow him to sweep you off of your feet, he’d come back.

Was he obsessed with you?

Definitely.

Had he always been obsessed with you? There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he had been.

There was never a day that he didn’t think about you, about the way you looked up at him with such large, adoring eyes. The way your voice seemed to float like the clouds, soft like a song just waiting to be sung.

Before, you were smaller, just hitting puberty, with a thin waist and small frame. Now, you were a full fledged woman, curves in all the right places, with thick black hair that tumbled down your back and over your shoulders in curly waves.

You were beautiful then and now. And he was never going to let you go again.

[kulfyraz]

Ｈｏｍｅ. 🌍

[stainedglassjam]

"Ｈｅｌｌｏ？ Ｉｓ ａｎｙｂｏｄｙ ｈｏｍｅ？"

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【ｒｅｓｏｎａｎｃｅ　－　ｈｏｍｅ】

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Ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ Ａｎｏｔｈｏｒ ｏｎｅ

Eren Yeager x BlackFem!reader

18+ CONTENT

Warnings: One shot, Y/n is a 'cheater' in this, explicit language, Angst, Tears, Sad Eren, Connie x Reader, Eren x Reader, Love triangle, very light smut, Fem reader, A LITTLE PLOT TWIST AT THE END

A/N: Hey guys, this time it's a just a little angsty one shot, I was feeling a little lazy so instead of updating Halfcrazy I decided to listen to music and I came up with this. THIS WAS LIGHTLY PROOF READ SO EXCUSE ANY TYPO'S FOR NOW!

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"Call me, "Baby"

I know you go home to another one

Say you hate me

It's okay, boy, you're not the only one

Another year, we're still here

Call me, "Baby"

I know you go home to another one" - Madison Beer

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Eren didn't remember the specific time or date he fell in love with you, all he remembers is why he fell in love with you.

Since college began it was you, Eren and Connie. You had met them both in the local coffee shop close to campus. They saw that you had the same school logo on your bag and they decided to approach. Two turned into three very quickly and all of the sudden you were attached at the hips. Going out to eat, clubs, even having late night study sessions grew all of you guys relationship.

The two best friends and roommates absolutely adored you.

Eren would note the styles of your hair, your fashion sense, and your remarkable intelligence, You saw him, but the shy young man wasn't vocal enough, because he quickly discovered one morning after attending a frat party, that Connie had already made his move on you.

He walked out into the common area only to see you laying on his friend's chest, asleep. He could see the bra you had on partially covered up by the rogue comforter around your bodies.

Scattered clothes surrounded the couch and your signature name chain discarded onto the coffee table. Tears quickly welled up in his eyes, his footsteps almost silent as he glided his way back to the room.

He locked his door and plopped onto the bed, tears threatening to spill. He decided to wait it out so it wouldn't be awkward.

He looked at the clock, 6:23 AM,

'damn'

he thought 'it's still early. I could just go back to sleep.'

His mind didn't allow that, because he quickly found himself opening up his photos app, scrolling to the section called 'BESTFRIENDS' in bold letters.

Picture after picture of you and him, your smiling face flickering across the screen in every photo and video of you. It was this one, his favorite one of you and him, that Connie took.

There you sat, straddled on his waist, him laying back on the bed head propped up on a pillow. It was the time you had convinced them both to try on your makeup, letting you turned them into the 'prettier' versions of themselves. "God, you would be so beautiful as a girl~" Your voice echoed in his head.

He remembers how you felt on top of him, how the scent of the cinnamon flavored gum you were chewing smelled in that moment. He remembers Connie's lingering eyes, and how soon after the video was done he had begged you to go pick up some food with him. 'he couldn't just let us be, could he?'

You were always so gentle and calm to him. Soothing almost. After that day you did a complete one-eighty.

Your quiet voiced could be heard throughout the apartment, almost every night, sometimes during the day, mostly in the bathroom. Your moans echoing out while his best friend did his best to make you scream his name.

Your back arched off of the bed with a pillow underneath your stomach to make you stay in place, you could feel Connie going in and out of you, so wet from when he ate you out he could slip out any second now. He was inside you, much to his oblige, with a condom on.

Your slick coated his length as you screamed his name out loud, gripping onto the sheets "Fuckkk- Connie wait- s' too deep" You moaned out, begging him to stop over stimulating you. "Take this shit ma, you know you wanted it like this. Shit!" His voiced groaned, getting closer and closer to his orgasm.

He quickly came and pulled himself out, you let out a mewl, feeling the cold air hit your now empty hole. He left you there, throwing on his basketball shorts and heading to the bathroom.

You quickly got up and off of the pillow, looking into the mirror above his dresser. 'god' you thought 'he ruined my hair and makeup but couldn't wait till' I was finished?' You fixed yourself up and threw your clothes back on, tank top and sweatpants with no bra or panties.

You hadn't heard from Eren in such a long time, and when you asked Connie where he was he'd always say that he was at work, or had a late class when he knew that was a lie.

Since the party Eren barely had moved, as you and Connie occupied so much space that it felt like his name wasn't even on the lease, like he wasn't even wanted in his own damn home.

You exited into the kitchen, opening the fridge and chugging the water bottle you'd put in the fridge pre-sex with Connie.

You couldn't hear the faint footsteps behind you, Eren approaching. He didn't even want to look at you, knowing that minutes before his best friend was so deep into that he could hear you through the walls.

He walked pass you, book in hand. "Hey wait, Eren!" He turned to face you, hair so shaggy you could barely see his eyes.

Dark circles clouded the skin under his eyes, and the long sleeve shirt his was wearing hugged his body in the right places. It had been a while since you'd saw him, but you didn't think anything in particular about it.

He obviously looked troubled, so you decided to ask "What's going on with you? I haven't seen you in almost a month!" You exclaimed, getting closer to him. He could see your nipples poking through your white spaghetti tank top, so he quickly looked you into the eyes to avoid his face getting any more hot.

"I'm fine. Just been busy." He let out, deadpan and in a low voice. It kind of shocked you from his regular perky demeanor. "So, what are you about to do?"

"Nothing interesting. Read a little, maybe sleep." you took a look at the book he was holding. His body language was tense, and he looked away from you and sighed, obviously annoyed that you were taking up his time. You both sat in silence for about five seconds before you made up your mind.

"Wanna hang out? it's this Aquarium I've been meaning to go to. I know that's your thing so.. wanna tag along? I'll drive!" You said, in a vibrant voice. He couldn't turn you down, but what would Connie say about this? He already knew that Connie wasn't stupid, that the man that was currently skulking in the hallway knew the feelings Eren shared for you.

He knew that Eren wouldn't try anything. From the day they met in the 4th grade he had let him have everything.

His crushes, his food, hell, even Eren's family looked at him as a second child they never had. So why wouldn't Eren let him have you? That's what was logical to Connie. Pretending like he didn't heart the conversation, he walks into the living room, backpack in hand.

He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, matching jordans to go with it. "What y'all talking bout?" He said, looking you up and down.

"I was just trying to convince Eren to come to the Aquarium with me! Pleaseeee, it'll be fun! I promise!" You whined. A smile came across Eren's face. He couldn't say no to you, not when you had no idea how he felt. 'this is Connie's fault, I can't stay mad at her' he thought to himself.

"Okay, okay, I'll go." He huffed out, walking back to his room.

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The ride over to the Aquarium was fun, Connie walked you guys out, claiming that he had some last minute class he couldn't miss. Eren silently was screaming on the inside, as you had asked to borrow one of his hoodies to match the black sweatpants you had on from earlier.

Before you two got out of the car he took a good look at you. Long box braids that reached your waist, curly ends sweeping the rim of the jacket he'd given, your bracelets and bangles jingling on your arms, babyhairs swooped to perfection, and glossy lips to tie it all in.

He could've just stayed like that, admiring you all day, but it quickly made him snap out of it when he saw your phone lighting up.

Connie sending messages and you haven't even gotten out the car yet. Typical.

You two hopped out and entered, immediately bombarded by the dim lights and the luminous blue water around you.

You hooked your arm with Eren's so you wouldn't get lost in the crowd. He decided to take charge and lead you two to the back, where the Koi fish were.

"It's been a long time since we've hung out like this. Jus' me and you." You nudged him, taking him out of his thought process.

"I know, I missed you." He wore a warm smile, glancing over at you. You looked up at him and returned the smile.

You did miss moments like this where it was just you. Sure, Connie was great and all, a true player but he didn't share that same spark that you had with Eren.

He could figure you out, and Connie couldn't even do that. The slightest change of expression, or the smallest brow furrow would have him asking, 'are you alright?' stroking your back. You two shared the same geeky love of literature, while Connie didn't even bother to read anything outside of his homework or assignments.

The truth is, You'd only hooked up with Connie because he was there. In a drunken haze you two had sex, but you never meant for it to be anything more. He had roped you into the whole thing, telling you that you were 'his' and that no one could have you, all because he claimed you.

The Aquarium trip sparked the same feelings you both held, and you found yourselves at your favorite ice cream parlor, treating you to a late night cone. You two laughed all the way to the apartment, to find that Connie hadn't even been back, yet.

You convinced Eren that it would be okay to watch a movie or two, so he turned it on a random 80's horror and plopped down on his bed beside you.

"Oh my god I can't believe you're scared, it's so fake! It's just corn syrup and food coloring!" Eren said, chuckling at the way you cowered into his side, putting your face into his chest.

"It's still so violent! He didn't have to cut his head off like that.." You said, muffled.

You inhaled his scent and then broke away, letting his arm fall around your body. The movie scene turned into credits, and the room went hushed for a second. "Eren?"

"Yeah?"

"Tell me the truth-" you sat up, positioning your body to face his "Why'd we stop hanging out? All of a sudden your too busy?" you said, looking away from him. "You're the one who started sleeping with Connie. You don't think that made things awkward?" He scoffed.

"The first time was a mistake, but who I sleep with shouldn't affect us. You're my best friend. I missed you so much, and it feels like nothing is the same anymore." You said, lip beginning to quiver.

"Nothing is the same anymore, Y/n. It's hard. Listen, I hope what I'm about to say doesn't freak you out-" He started, taking your hands into his "I had a crush on you. I liked you, no, borderline was in love with you, and Connie knew it. He just had to have you, I don't know why, but he had too. He was always in my ear, telling me that you didn't feel the same way for me and I just believed him blindly. He's probably right, but it doesn't stop me from felling for you." He finally admitted it.

Your heart skipped in your chest, and tears started trickling down your cheeks.

"Eren I feel the same way about you. I was just so drunk that night, and I woke up next to him. All of a sudden he started claiming me. He didn't even ask me what I wanted, so I just went along with it. So we just kept hooking up.. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner. I should've." you said in a quiet voice, looking downwards.

"No, I should've." He got closer, foreheads almost touching.

"Fuck it, I can't wait any longer.."

He kissed you, taking you in deeply, features softening as the kiss progressed into you getting on top of him. You broke away taking the zip up off and throwing it across the room, exposing the tank top underneath.

He did the same to his long sleeved top, and before he knew it you were grinding into him, your bare top halves were exposed, cold air hitting you both. He flipped you onto you back and ripped down the sweatpants you had on, exposing your heat to the air of the room.

He could see the slick already dripping down, throbbing for him. He was about to dive in before he heard his room door slowly creak open.

Moonlight shown inside of the room, highlighting the person that was standing at the door. Connie was back, and discovered that your car was outside, yet when he got into his room you weren't in there.

The air stilled, and you sat up, propping yourself up on your elbows, face with a light sheen on it. Eren was still kneeling, still in front of your unwavering heat, waiting for something. A fist to fly, you to jump up and beg Connie to listen to you, but you did the complete opposite of what they both were expecting.

"Close the door, Connie. Get the fuck out." you said, a low voice. Connie's face contorted into a look of confusion "What the fuck you just say?" He said, widening the door more.

"Get the fuck out-" You said again, louder this time, with more bass in your voice. "Keep going, Eren."

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[gr0ggy]

ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ (​ᗰIGᑌEᒪ ᙭ ᗷᒪK!ᖇEᗩᗪEᖇ)

warnings: 18+ dbf!miguel o'Hara, age gap (reader is 25, Miguel is 44), all characters are adults, dad's best friend Miguel, angst, sexual content, gabriella exists, no use of yn, miguel x reader, Miguel is spiderman, Miguel is a casanova, black reader, descriptions of hair and skin, slow, Miguel doesn't know you're his best friends daughter until later, not set in 2099

wc: 2.4k

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Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ １： Ｂａｃｋ Ｈｏｍｅ

Art cred: Shuploc

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The neon sign flickered above the bar’s entrance, casting a soft, electric glow onto the wet pavement. You pushed the door open, the weight of the day still clinging to your shoulders like a heavy coat.

Inside, the bar was a refuge, warm and dim, with the comforting hum of conversation and the low thrum of music filling the space. Your friends were already there, huddled in a corner booth, laughing and talking over their drinks.

You smiled as you approached them, sliding into the booth and letting out a deep sigh. The familiar faces and conversation slowly began to chip away at the tension that had been knotting in your chest all day.

You wrapped your hands around the glass, the condensation cool against your fingertips, and took a long, satisfying sip. But even amid the joy, you found yourself glancing toward the bar a lot, your eyes drawn to a figure that had caught your attention the moment you walked in.

He stood there, tall and broad-shouldered, his presence commanding yet somehow unassuming. The overhead lights played in his dark hair, casting shadows over the strong angles of his face.

There was something about how he carried himself, a quiet confidence that made him stand out in the crowded room. His suit was sharp, tailored to perfection, hinting at a man who knew how to take care of himself, and yet there was a casualness to the way he leaned against the bar as if he belonged in any setting.

You weren’t the only one who noticed him. You saw heads turn as he passed, the way conversations seemed to pause for a heartbeat when he was near. But he didn���t seem to notice the attention, or maybe he was just used to it. He was deep in conversation with the bartender, a faint smile playing on his lips. He glanced your way.

There was a spark there, something electric. He held your gaze for what felt like an eternity, then, he pushed away from the bar and made his way toward you. Your friends were oblivious, still caught up in their conversation, but you could feel him getting closer.

“Can I buy you a drink?"

His voice was deep and smooth, with just a hint of something that made you want to lean in closer. His smile was confident, but there was a warmth to it, inviting you in.

Your friends looked completely and utterly shocked. Not because a hot guy asked you for a drink, but because of your response.

You nodded, the words caught in your throat for a moment before you managed to say,

“Sure.” It was out of character for you. You usually rejected every guy that came your way at bars.

His smile widened, and for a second, the world outside the bar ceased to exist. Your friends glanced at you as if they were happy for you. You stand up and he put out your hand for you to grab.

You took his hand before walking up to the bar, it was big and slightly calloused.

He was acutely aware of how his hand wrapped around yours, the size of it overwhelming, encompassing your much smaller one. But there was a gentle care to it. You reach the bar, and he gestured for you to take a seat at a vacant stool. After making sure you were comfortable, he sat down next to you, his body angled toward you. The stools were set close to each other, your legs nearly touching. "What's your poison?" the man's voice was smooth, with just a hint of a playful undertone.

You thought for a second. "I'll do a Vodka Cran, please."

You said as you lifted your hand to re-adjust the strap of your dress that had slipped off your shoulder.

His eyes were drawn to the movement. “Here, let me help you with that.”

He reached out, his fingers grazing against the skin of your arm as he moved the strap to its original position. It was a small gesture, but he couldn’t deny the electric feel of your skin under his touch. He turned to the bartender, ordering your drink and a Whiskey on the rocks for himself.

"You know," he leaned in a bit closer, the scent of his cologne mingling with the other bar scents, alcohol, and something sweet-ripe. "I noticed you the moment you walked in."

Butterflies danced in your stomach as his hand reached out, adjusting the strap of your dress and gently settling it back on your shoulder. You blinked rapidly, momentarily startled by how such a small, casual gesture could ignite such a strong reaction within you.

You listened as he began to tell you how he’d noticed you. Tilting your head slightly, a playful challenge curled on your lips. "Really? And what was the first thing about me that caught your attention?" you asked, your voice laced with curiosity and intrigue.

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you spoke, your directness and subtle challenge intriguing him. He took a moment to consider your question, his gaze traveling over your features.

"It wasn't just one thing," He replied, leaning back slightly to observe you further. "It was the way you carried yourself. Confident, but not arrogant. With an air of being completely in your element. And those eyes. I could tell there was something captivating behind those eyes."

The bartender set down your drinks. You watched as he picked up his whiskey, his tan, strong hands effortlessly engulfing the glass. You reached for your vodka cran, taking a small sip from the skinny straw as a smile teased the corners of your lips.

"Wow... you're good, Mr...?" you paused, letting the question linger as you waited for him to share his name. You had to admit, his compliment had caught you completely off guard, but you played it cool.

A low chuckle escaped your throat as he picked up his glass, the ice clinking against the sides. He took a slow sip, letting the whiskey burn down his throat before he replied. "Miguel. Miguel O'Hara."

The smirk played on his lips, a bit amused by your reaction. He had a feeling it wasn't often that a man openly praised you so overtly. He took another sip of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours.

"well, Miguel O'Hara, I'm no stranger to your ways." You said before shaking his hand and telling him your name.

You looked away for a moment, taking another sip of your drink. Miguel looked confused.

"My 'ways'?" He quirked an eyebrow, a mixture of curiosity and playful defensiveness in his tone.

"Absolutely."

You scrunch your nose slightly, a playful edge in your expression.

"You know exactly what to say, complimenting my eyes and what's behind them instead of just my looks... You're a wolf, a Don Juan."

You're not making this easy for him.

Miguel chuckled, raising his glass to his lips once again. Your directness was refreshing and intriguing. "Ah, so you've got me all figured out, don't you?"

He set his drink down, his eyes holding yours with a hint of challenge.

"Perhaps I've just had more practice than most," he said.

The back-and-forth between you both was turning out to be more enjoyable than he anticipated.

"I'm sure you have..."

You let your eyes roam over him, taking in his confident stature, the slight gap of his unbuttoned shirt, and the touch of gray streaked through his slicked-back hair.

Miguel could feel the weight of your gaze as it drifted across his frame, and he couldn't help but feel a small shiver of excitement run down his spine. He shifted slightly on his stool, the movement causing his shirt to reveal a bit more of his chest. He sipped his drink, feigning nonchalance, but the way his eyes followed your every move betrayed his cool demeanor.

"Careful," He teased, Miguel's voice was light, feathery. "You're giving me ideas."

"About what?" you smiled, setting down your drink as well. You knew what he was talking about, but you played innocent anyway. You flung your curly black hair over your shoulder, giving him a good Whiff of your perfume.

the scent filled Miguel's senses, a subtle, alluring fragrance, lilac and pomegranate, that hinted at the sweetness underneath your defiant exterior. His eyes darkened as he breathed it in, a low hum escaping his throat.

Miguel leaned in closer, tilting his head slightly to speak into your ear, his voice a low, velvety murmur. "About all the things I'd like to do to you."

You cleared your throat and swallowed deeply. your face felt warm all of a sudden. Your pussy pulsed, mimicking your heartbeat.

"That was bold." You looked away from him, clearly a little embarrassed by how he affected you. You shifted in your seat as he spoke.

He smirked, pleased by your reaction. He could almost see the heat of your blush as it spread across your cheeks. Seeing you a little flustered was just too endearing. Miguel leaned back slightly, giving you a bit of space.

"I have a habit of speaking my mind," He said with a slight shrug. "And right now, my mind is filled with all sorts of... thoughts about you."

That got you. Your panties were soaked.

Instead of flirting back, you cocked your head to the right, ignoring what he said.

"Where are you from, Miguel?" there was a flirtatious smile on your face, as you stirred your drink with your straw, your chin resting on your other hand.

Miguel chuckled at your attempt to change the subject but decided to humor you. He took another sip of his drink before answering, the whiskey warming his chest.

"I was born here in New York," he replied. "But I lived in Texas for a while."

He shifted on his stool again to fully face you, his gaze still fixed on you intently. "What about you? A beautiful woman like you," He let his eyes travel up and down your form. "Where do you come from?"

"I'm from Ney York," You paused. "Brooklyn..." You watched his eyes as they roved over your body. You started to feel more exposed in your tight, short black dress. "Why'd you live in Texas?"

It took every bit of his self-control to not reach out and touch you right then and there.

"Work," He finally answered, drawing his attention back to your eyes. "A job opportunity too good to pass up."

You looked at him intently. "And what brought you back?"

Miguel's gaze held yours, his eyes studying your face for a moment before answering. He took another slow sip of his whiskey, the liquid burning down his throat.

"Work," He repeated.

You didn't think you'd ever be this attracted to a stranger you just met in a bar.

"So, what do you do for work?" You notice that a speck of lint was on his shoulder. it must've fallen from the ceiling, so you grabbed it, picking it off with a delicate hand. He ignored that.

"I work in biochemistry," Miguel said, his voice a low murmur that hinted at my passion for his job. "I'm a geneticist...I study the effects of cross-species genetics on organisms."

He watched you as you listened, his eyes searching your face for any hint of boredom. Most people's eyes usually glaze over as soon as he mentions his profession.

"Interesting..." You pulled your hand away, grabbed your glass, and took another slow sip of your drink. "You're a science man," you said with a smile that lingered, warm and curious. "So, your job is to study the benefits of different organisms and make advancements to improve human life?" The hand that had just brushed lint from his shoulder now rose again, smoothing a gray strand of hair that had fallen across his face as you spoke. It was as though you couldn't keep your hands from finding him, yet every gesture was careful, measured as if you were trying to honor some invisible boundary.

He was magnetic.

Miguel raised an eyebrow as you repeated his job description back to him.

"That's the general idea," He replied, his voice a touch huskier now as your fingers brushed against his cheek. "Though some of my work has far less... benevolent intentions."

You let your hand fall from his cheek. He missed it. "How so?"

You could feel the alcohol taking hold, not just tipsy, but lightly drunk. It wasn’t overwhelming, just enough to loosen your nerves and give you a tad more confidence in your flirting.

Miguel noticed the slight change in your behavior.

"Well..." He started as he leaned in closer to you. "Some of my work involves creating genetically engineered organisms for military purposes. Things that are meant to be...weapons."

"So you're an evil scientist." You paused. "Are you the reason those ad guys with superhuman abilities are running around terrorizing the city?"

He chuckled. "I like to think of it as morally ambiguous, and, no that's not my doing."

You laughed, leaning in closer on your stool. "Not to make this seem like an interrogation, but I do have another question..."

"Ask away."

Miguel found himself leaning closer to you as well, closing the gap between you even further. The proximity made the conversation feel even more intimate.

"How... How old are you?" You cocked a brow. "Usually, I can tell, but you're difficult." You frowned slightly, the expression slipping out unintentionally.

He arched an eyebrow in amusement at your question. He was used to people underestimating his age, but you were the first to admit that you weren't sure. He chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Difficult, huh?" he mused, clearly enjoying the way you tried to figure him out.

"I'm 44... you?"

Oh fuck. He was turning you on every time another word came out of his pretty mouth.

"I'm 25. You're much older than I thought you were." You replied.

"is that a bad thing?" Miguel questioned.

"Not at all," You bumped his knee with yours intentionally. "Is that a problem for you?"

He chuckled softly at your response, the subtle bump of your knee sending an unexpected jolt through him. It was such a small gesture, yet it lingered in his thoughts. Shaking his head, a faint smile played on his lips.

"No, not at all,"

"I guess you are morally ambiguous." You chuckled.

"Guilty as charged," He agreed, his eyes never leaving yours. He was enjoying the flirty banter, leaving him uncharacteristically light-headed... or maybe that was the alcohol.

You have a sharp tongue, you know that?" You ignored that comment too, only saying,

"Why don't we get outta here?" You asked, your body was warm and tingly, you were getting drunker by the second and you didn't want to do anything you'd regret there.

"Lead the way," Miguel replied, his voice roughened by the desire coursing through him. He was willing to go anywhere with you at that moment, just as long as you were away from the prying eyes of the other bar patrons.

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Yｏｕ ａｒｅ ｂｏｔｈ ｍｙ ｈｏｍｅ ａｎｄ ｍｙ ｈｅｌｌ

I ｃｏｍｅ ａｔ ａ ｇａｌｌｏｐ ａｎｄ ｒｅｔｕｒｎ ｌａｍｅ

Tｈｅ ｈｅａｒｔ ｄｅｓｉｒｅｓ ｗｈａｔ ｉｓ ｔｏｌｄ ｉｎ ｆａｉｒｙ ｔａｌｅｓ

Lｅｔ ｉｔ ｂｅ ｔｒｕｅ ｂｕｔ ｉｔ’ｓ ｎｏｔ

Kｉｓｍｅｔ, ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｉｓ ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ ｏｎ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ａｔ ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｒｅｎｔ.

Eａｒｔｈｑｕａｋｅ, ｆｉｒｅ, ｃａｎｎｉｂａｌ, ｌｏｖｅ, ｌａｂｙｒｉｎｔｈ, ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｅｎｊｏｙｉｎｇ ｉｔ

Tｈｅ ａｂｓｏ��ｕｔｅ ｏｗｎｅｒ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｍｉｌｅ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｍｏｔｅ ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｓｅｌｆ-ｗｉｌｌ.

Iｆ ｙｏｕ ｅｓｔａｂｌｉｓｈ ａ ｒｅｌｉｇｉｏｎ, I ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ａ ｓｌａｖｅ, ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｐｌｅａｓｕｒｅ ｐｕｎｉｓｈ ｍｅ.

Yｏｕ’ｒｅ ｌｉｋｅ Mｕｒｐｈｙ’ｓ ｌａｗ, ｈｅ ｆｉｎｄｓ ｈｉｓ ｕｎｉｑｕｅ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ

Hｅ ｓｈｉｔｓ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｕｂｂｏｒｎ ｐａｎｔｉｅｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｉｓ ａｓｓ ａｎｄ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｌａｔｒｉｎｅ.

Iｆ ｙｏｕ ｗｅｒｅ ａ ｆｉｓｈ, I ｗｏｕｌｄ ｂｅ ｔｈｅ ｓｅａ

Hａｐｐｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｓ ｍｙ ｗｏｒｓｔ ｈａｂｉｔ

Dｉｒｔ ｃｌｅａｎ ｈｅａｒｔ ｃｒｉｓｉｓ

Lｉｆｅ ｉｓ ｈａｒｄ ｗｉｔｈ ｙｏｕ

Iｔ’ｓ ｎｏｔ ｅｖｅｎ ｐｏｓｓｉｂｌｅ ｗｉｔｈｏｕｔ ｙｏｕ

Kｉｓｍｅｔ, ｅｖｅｒｙｏｎｅ ｉｓ ｄｅｐｅｎｄｅｎｔ ｏｎ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅ ａｔ ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ ｐａｙ ｔｈｅｉｒ ｒｅｎｔ.

Eａｒｔｈｑｕａｋｅ, ｆｉｒｅ, ｃａｎｎｉｂａｌ, ｌｏｖｅ, ｌａｂｙｒｉｎｔｈ, ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｅｎｊｏｙｉｎｇ ｉｔ

Tｈｅ ａｂｓｏｌｕｔｅ ｏｗｎｅｒ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｍｉｌｅ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｒｅｍｏｔｅ ｃｏｎｔｒｏｌ ｏｆ ｍｙ ｓｅｌｆ-ｗｉｌｌ.

Iｆ ｙｏｕ ｅｓｔａｂｌｉｓｈ ａ ｒｅｌｉｇｉｏｎ, I ｗｉｌｌ ｂｅｃｏｍｅ ａ ｓｌａｖｅ, ｌｅｔ ｙｏｕｒ ｐｌｅａｓｕｒｅ ｐｕｎｉｓｈ ｍｅ.

Yｏｕ’ｒｅ ｌｉｋｅ Mｕｒｐｈｙ’ｓ ｌａｗ, ｈｅ ｆｉｎｄｓ ｈｉｓ ｕｎｉｑｕｅ ｔｒｏｕｂｌｅ

Hｅ ｓｈｉｔｓ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｓｔｕｂｂｏｒｎ ｐａｎｔｉｅｓ ｗｉｔｈ ｈｉｓ ａｓｓ ａｎｄ ｌｉｖｅｓ ｉｎ ｈｉｓ ｌａｔｒｉｎｅ.

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Hem Evimsin Hem Cehennemim by Lalalar

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✦┈⋆┈ ⋞ 〈 Ｒｕｎｎｉｎｇ Ｈｏｍｅ ｔｏ Ｙｏｕ 〉 ⋟ ┈⋆┈✦

Summary // You thought your relationship was as special to him as it was to you. You thought he loved and cherished you as much as you loved and cherished him. But when his family leaves the Omatikaya and all he has to offer is ‘I’m sorry’ when you beg and plead for him to stay with you, you realize that you were so, so wrong about him. Heartbroken and defeated, a girl barely seventeen years old, you decide that you will never love again. After all, it hadn’t meant anything to him. Years later and you are the best of the best. A strong warrior and an even better hunter, you provide for your people in every way except for a child to add to the next generation of Omatikaya people. They respect your wishes but you can hear the whispers. You can feel the concerned gazes from your parents, too old to conceive a sibling to make up for your lack of children. When he comes back, it throws you through a loop. Handsome, mighty, and different, he comes to you right away. But you promised yourself.

Warnings // Angst, a bit of stalker Neteyam, some fluff, mentions of drinking, heartbreak

Word count // 1,506

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

He was everywhere.

When you were supposed to be training the younger hunters, when you were telling stories to the children, when you were eating meals with the rest of the clan.

No matter where you were, you could count on him being nearby, keeping an eye on you as if you were his and only his.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the thought, mainly because you knew that, no matter what, you would never belong to anyone. Especially not to him.

Though… in a way, it was also kind of sweet that he cared so much about who you were around. Annoying as it was, he was very eager to show that he still cared about you despite all these years of separation.

No matter what, though, you were determined to not allow him to get into your head again. Not this time. Not ever again.

Gritting your fists, you set yourself into the mindspace of the task you had to do now; some one on one training with a young student who was currently a bit farther behind than the others.

Walking along the trodden dirt path, you came to a clearing surrounded by thickly growing plants, trees towering over you as if reaching to the blue hued sky above. You draw in a slow breath, letting it out slowly as you wait for your student to show up, bow resting against your back.

“I hope you don’t mind. I convinced Ìtseì to let me have this training session with you. I could use some practice with you.”

Exasperated, you turn to level Neteyam with your best, coldest glare, only to find that he was unfazed by your hostility. He simply smirked back at you, raising an eyebrow as he pulled his bow from behind his back.

“Are you sure you still know how to use a bow? After all that time, swimming with the reef people… it probably left you extremely rusty.”

“Ah, there’s that spitfire I’ve been waiting for,” Neteyam responded, notching one of his feathered arrows. Intricately carved, delicate and deadly. Quick to pierce hearts, sharp enough to end a life in one shot.

Just like how he ended the life you’d had before.

You shake your head, regathering your thoughts to what you needed to do.

“You’re a big boy. Help yourself. Since Ìtseì did not show up, I will go and hunt by myself,” you respond, turning your back to the male, fully intent on hunting alone.

Except, he didn’t leave you alone.

You were beginning to wonder if this was a behavioral pattern that had been forged into him by his father from a young age. After all, Neteyam followed Jake around all the time as a child, ready and waiting for orders or instructions that only he could take care of.

That had to be the reason for his stalker-like behavior.

Pushing aside heavy, large leaves and small viney shrubs, you could hear him behind you, despite the fact that he was very obviously trying hard not to make a sound.

“Following me is not going to get you on my good side,” you warn softly, throwing the comment over your shoulder aggressively as you walked a bit faster.

He wasn’t discouraged, nor did he seem to be bothered by your sharp words or your dismissive behavior. In fact, it seemed to spur him on more, his footsteps speeding up so that he could catch up with you.

“Come on, Y/n. Can’t we just talk? You and I, together, like we used to do. Please.”

His fingers wrap around your wrist and you yank away, at the same time swinging your bow at him, instinctive training kicking in. He ducked down, barely missing the slash of your bow in the area where his face had been mere seconds ago.

“Do not touch me, Neteyam te Sulli Tsyeyk’itan. I am not your yawne. I am not your childhood friend. I am not your toy or your plaything. You have destroyed everything we once had. You have crumbled every bridge that sat between you and I. I want nothing to do with you.”

This time, he falters, a look of horror and shock on his face. But you aren’t really sure if that was directed towards the fact that you’d tried to hit him or the words that had just spilled from your lips.

You turn away to hide the tears that were now burning hot and fresh in your eyes, refusing to allow him the satisfaction of seeing you cry. He didn’t even deserve that.

Your feet move before you can think about it, taking you rapidly farther away from the stunned form of the boy who’d ruined your life. You were certain he’d leave you alone now. After all, he was smart, quick to understand the things people were telling him.

Or at least, he used to be.

Your ears twitch to the sound of him running to catch up once more and you sigh, rolling your eyes. Obviously, the ways of the water have dumbed down that intelligence, considering how desperate he was to ignore your stinging-sharp words and your ice-cold disposition towards him specifically.

“Y/n, stop walking.”

You don’t belong to him. You never did. So why did your feet falter in your path? Why did you hesitate to keep going, even as you turn to face him once more?

“Open up, Y/n. I’m back. I’m here. I’m here and I want to talk to you. I want to fix what I broke before. Please, let me explain myself to you.”

There’s a hint of desperation in that smooth tone of his, a soft drop of pleading that didn’t belong to the body that spoke the words. He’d never been the begging type before.

You open your mouth, prepared to respond in the same way as before, when a sharp sting erupted in your cheek and you tumbled to the ground in an ungraceful heap.

Your hand slides up, cupping your sore cheek, as you stare up in shock at the male looming over you, a new expression on his face. Unreadable and hard to pick apart.

“I just want you to hear me out. Just onc- oomph!”

Before he’s finished, you’re launching yourself at him, slamming your shoulder into his abdomen and knocking him to the ground, the soft grass beneath your feet doing nothing to cushion his fall.

“You don’t deserve my attention!” you shriek, grabbing and yanking at his braids as you wrestle him in an attempt to win the little brawl. He’s fighting back, which you had to give him credit for. It wasn’t something you’d expected from him.

Rolling in the grass, disrupting plants and innocent, wandering wildlife, biting and scratching and pulling at anything you can get your hands on, you realize he’s not going to let you win easily.

And for once in your life since he left, you welcome this. Everyone else had been taking it easy on you, seeing as how you were pretty destroyed by his departure. Things had been done for you if they seemed to be too hard. Your parents had doted on you for the past three years, trying to make up the love that you’d lost.

You needed a challenge.

And he was providing it.

It was exciting, exhilarating, full of promises of a frustrated loss or an awarding victory.

You put your all into this little sparring match, putting all of your otherwise-useless training to use. When it became clear that he was doomed to lose, he still refused to fold, fighting until the very end.

When he tapped out, the sensation of a satisfactory win filled you up inside and you couldn’t help the grin that began to grow on your face.

You sat in the grass, working to catch your breaths, silence spreading out between the small clearing you’d both found yourself in.

It was nice, peaceful and calm. Like the days you’d shared as children, playing in the streams under careful adult watch or laying in the grass and staring up at the sky as his siblings ran around picking flowers and playing games.

“Please, talk to me,” he murmured after a while, breaking the soft, gentle silence that had begun to fill you with melancholy as you reminisced on the days of your childhood.

You stand slowly, dusting yourself off as he watched you, trying to come up with the right way to explain yourself.

“I can’t,” you respond, finally meeting his gaze.

“Neteyam, you cannot fix this. Not now. Possibly not ever. I’ve moved on with my life. Don’t you think it is about time that you moved on with yours as well?”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even bother to get up, and you grab your discarded items from the ground, not saying another word.

Yet… as you walk away, you realize with a sinking heart, that perhaps, you’d not gotten over him as much as you wanted to believe you had.

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[lilitophidian]

@xluciifer

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For one to fall in love with 𝔳𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔪. The enchantment in the swing of hands—everlasting love turns rancid and horrifying in every meaning of the play.

He is the circus' ringleader, and she is the star of the performance. It was always like that, wasn't it?

Even when it was his skull, she was cooing out Shakespearean tales.

Poetry to engulf you.

Sideways glances, accompanied with a smile. In answer, there is a small snicker before lit hues pay forth under the lash. She would extend her satin-covered hand to him, regardless of the horrible blood that could have been trickling into the combination of whatever last bit and piece of this sick entanglement remained.

EVEN IF TRUE FEELINGS DO NOT APPEAR. SHE WAS AWARE, SHE THE SNAKE WRAPPED AROUND HIS WINGS AND BURSTING THE BLOOD VESSELS TO POP. He would have no way out of infliction, even if love was not involved.

One had attempted. It was never completely discovered. More so in another, even while in denial.

W E L C O M E T O H E L L

darling. It's lovely to have you

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓

She knew him like the back of her hand.

The wall was constructed using concrete and cement.

" Hello. "

So calming, so silky.

" Here and there. Everywhere. Doing my duties in the shadows. You know... My beloved, it was nothing personal....I assume you maintained yourself...Busy...Yes? I certainly hope that is the case. Does your bed still welcome the darkness ? "

[simp999]

CARP OKAY BEST I CAN DO IS OFFER YALL THE LINK ON WATTPAD :SOB:

[ofjokesandjamcardverse]

"Tiresome Day, is it not, Mr. Azurite?" "ℍ𝕞…?"

The middle aged man found himself relaxing, he had been taking the moment to enjoy the feeling of the water on his skin amidst his abode and personal studio. He was being interviewed, a common task within the year as the Diamond Herald wished to hear from him every once and awhile within the vast desert which he lived within. "I would guess that this would be a tiresome day, but what is it you wish to discuss with me. Ive already mentioned the notice that my new sculpture will debut within the coming year, is there not anything more you want of my time?" Abdol spoke, commanding and callous in his tone as he went along to adjust within the pool he was letting his lets soak within. "Well.. one thing that is asked is.. if you would be willing to take on an apprentice? It seems you arent keen with marriage as of now but many in your circle of painters wonder why it is you have not taken on another to tend to the legacy you lead now..?" A pause came about.. something which seemed to have the older Diaminzian glare towards the direction of the individual in question. "Get out" "What...?" "Ｌｅａｖｅ ｍｙ ｈｏｍｅ ａｔ ｏｎｃｅ．．" "B-but Mr. Abdol.. I still have an hour left within the slot and-" "LEAVE!"

[lostcity777]

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