#'you are what you love not who loves you' WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHTTTTT

[musical-chick-13]

Major thank you to Fall Out Boy for putting all their songs in the perfect range for me to sing in my apartment without vocally dying. 😊

[primadonalover]

Hold me tight, keep me safe.

Summery: Reader isn't used to having people show her affection or love, especially after coming from an abusive relationship. River wants to make sure she gets all the love in the world ♡♡♡

Slight warning: mentions of pased abusive relationships

Requested by the lovely @r0ckstardr3amgal

"Soooo how did the date go! "My friend Lucy screamed down the phone, almost deafening me in the process.

"Was he cute !? Did he pay!? DID YOU KISS!?!?" She continued to bombard me with her neverending list of questions.

"OK ok ok." I chuckled, trying to calm her down. " He...he was really cute, actually." I blushed thinking of his adorable messy hair.

"Girl I knew he'd be cute!" Lucy replied excited. " What did you guys talk about?!"

"Oh well just our interests, jobs and things like that."

"Where does he work then? " asked Lucy whilst I got up to make some coffee, phone in one hand, mug in another.

"He said he worked for the government but it was pretty confidential."

"Ooooo, a spy! That's hot."

"No, lucy, he's not a spy!" I scoffed. "He said he was involved with accounting , besides, he seems too nice to do something like that." I said whilst boiling the water.

"Well you never know, anyway tell me more, what was his name again, something hippy like uhhh Tree or Brooke?!"

I rolled my eyes.

"River, his name is River Cartwright."

"Righttttt River, so what does he look like exactly, did you sneak a pic!?"

"I actually did ." I laughed, plopping myself down unto my cosy chair overlooking the city with my coffee in hand.

"SEND IT!" She let out another scream. Finding the photo I managed to take whilst he was unaware I smiled to myself looking at it whilst sending to Lucy.

"Oh my gosh! Y/n he's so cute!" She squealed and I laughed at her reaction.

"Yea I...I actually had a good time." I smiled

"I'm glad it's time you moved on from that asshole."

I froze. Even the mention of him brought me back to those moments.

"Yea well....umm I guess we'll see." I laughed nervously, playing with the sleave of my jumper.

"He treated you horribly y/n and none of it was your fault! But not all men are like him, and I'm sure you'll find someone who will treat you like the princess you are!"

"Lucy, you are so dramatic." I laughed." But thanks for the support, going on a date today... was a big deal, I've been too afraid to trust a man like that since..."

"Y/n you don't have to explain yourself, I understand, and if this River is a good man then he will understand aswell."

"Thanks and - OH!" I shouted, jumping at the notification on my phone.

"OH!? " Lucy repeated, confused.

"River, text me, Lucy. Like he texted me first!" I couldn't help but feel excited, quickly taping the notification.

"What did he say! What did he say!?"

"Oh..." I looked at the message, a wave of nerves flooding my body.

"What?" Lucy persisted.

"He asked if I wanted to go on another date tomorrow. "

"So? That's great!" She exclaimed

"Yea but...he's asking if I want to go round his place for dinner." I whispered chewing my nails with nervousness.

"Oh." Lucy mumbled , she knew going on a date was a big step for me, let alone going to his house for a date.

"Well that's really sweat of him but if you feel uncomfortable-"

"No." I cute her of " I'm gonna go, I'm not gonna let what happened control my life now." I spoke with determination fighting the fear.

"Well if that's what you want." Lucy commented. "I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks, I'm gonna message back that I'll be there at 7."

The next day

I stood outside the door, adjusting my hair, my jewellery, my dress, anything to put off knocking on the actual door. A text from Lucy saying" good luck girl xx" gave me the final push. Here we go

Knock knock

After a few seconds, I heard chains at the door for it to be then flung open.

"Hi!" River spoke rushed." The food is about to burn, so uh, I'll be back with you in 1 minute!" He nervously laughed and ran back in.

I stood in the doorway, not exactly knowing what to do as I could hear him frantically running around the kitchen. Suddenly, his head popped around the corner.

"Oh, come in! "

"OK." I laughed slightly at the state he was in though he still managed to look adorable with a grey jumper on, sleeves rolled up and hair all of the plave. " Do you want any help?" I asked, looking round his apartment.

"It's ok, I think I've managed to save it." He laughed, coming out. "It's great seeing you again." He smiled, bringing me into a hug. To say I was socked was an understatement, but I felt ....relaxed. A sense of comfort came over me as I felt his arms wrap around my body, his tall figure standing over mine, holding me close. I wanted to stay like this forever, I've only been on one date with him and I already feel like I want to to tell him everything that happened, tell him I want to just be loved and protected, but that would just freak him out. What would he think if I told him how I craved affection but at the same time feared it.

"So." He smiled as he pulled away . "You ready for food?"

"Uh yea sure." I smiled, trying to hide my rosy cheeks.

Later

We sat at his dining table, talking , laughing just being comfortable with eachothers presence whilst we ate. I couldn't believe how I could myself with him.

"This is so delicious I smiled.

"You really think so? "

"Yea, you're a very good cook. I'm impressed. "

He laughed and looked down, playing with his fork.

"Well if I'm being honest this wasn't all me." He spoke with slight nerves, glancing up sheepishly.

"Oh?"

"Before you arrived, I was on the phone with one of my co-workers , Louisa she was helping me not ruin the meal."

"Aw, well, that's so sweat of her." I smiled."You didn't have to fuss for me, though."

"Oh no you deserve a good meal." He spoke with a warm smile. I could have just sat that and stared into his eyes.

Trying to not embarrass myself, I reached for the salt, but in my haist , my arm mocked into the glass, smashing it to the floor. My eyes grew wide with horror, and the once relaxed feeling turned into one of fear and dread.

"I...I'm so sorry!" I spoke, my breath shaking as I got down to clean it up.

"I'm so sorry , I'm sorry." I cried, as everything from my past bubbled up.

"Hey, it's ok, it's only a glass." I heard River speak calmly as I quickly tried picking up the broken pieces, my hands shaking in the process.

"No, no, it's not ok, I'm so stupid." I felt tears prick in my eyes.

"Hey your not stupid." River spoke concerned. Bending down next to me.

"Be careful. You might cut yourself." He tried to pull my hands away concerned. Leaning in closer toward me, and then I just lost control. It was too much. Reminded me of all the pain.

"No please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry." I cried, curling up in a defensive way, hiding my face.

For a moment, there was just silence, I didn't move for fear and embarrassed, if he wassnt angry then he surly thought I was crazy. But then I felt a gentle hand on my back and river sit down next to me, pushing away the broken glass.

"I'd never...why would you think I'd hurt you." He whispered clearly, confused but trying to act as gentle as possible, seeing my state.

"I broke your glass." I mumbled through my tears, still not looking at him.

"Well...its just a glass it not important y/n." He spoke gently, rubbing my back. I couldn't help but feel surprised by this action, why was he so calm.

"It ok." He whispeed seeing how confused and scared I was. Slowly, he then pulled my body closer to his own, taking my hand in his. Reapting, "It's ok" to help reassure me.

I warmed to his touch, letting him hold me tight. Once I began to calm down, he softly lifted my head for his eyes to meet my own.

" Why don't we go and sit down on the sofa? This floor is getting cold." He smiled.

I chuckled, whiping my tears. Allowing him to lead me, holding my hand to sit down .

As we sat down, I naturally sat closer to him, and he took my hands in his again.

"Now, how are you feeling."

"Better." I looked at him smile slightly. "I'm so-"

"Hey, listen now." He interrupted me , gently cupping my cheek with his hand, rubbing away the tear stains.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Ok?" He looked at with some intensity but with kindness behind it .

"And I'll never hurt you, y/n. I'm not like that, I'd never hurt you." He said, moving closer to me.

"I know." I whispered, looking down. "It's just my past relationships...he...he was horrible and h-hit me for the smallest mistake and -"

"Shh, it's ok." He softy spoke, pulling closer to him. "I understand, and if you feel like you're not ready to date or -"

"No!" I said rather suddenly, surprising him and even myself. "I uh I mean I am ready , and I uh really like you but it's just been a while since I've had a healthy relationship ya know. " I spoke nervously.

"Well, I really like you too." He smiled, running his hand through my hair.

After a brief moment of him stroking my hair, he pulled back.

"Can I try something?" He asked, looking at me.

A bit confused but intrigued. I nodded.

River smiled and gently snaked his hands around my waist, lifting me lightly onto his lap, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

I couldn't help but smile. In that moment, I felt that no one could hurt me, and I laid my head against his chest, getting in closer.

"Is this OK?" He spoke in a whipser rubbing his hand up and down my arm.

"Yes." I smiled looking up at him " It is."

" I won't let anyone hurt you again y/n." He promised, and I could tell by his tone he meant it.

Feeling rather brave, I leant up and placed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Thank you." I blushed, and so did he. "Can we just stay like this for a bit longer?" I asked, not wanting him to let go .

" As long as you like." He spoke, holding tighter. As I breathed in his cologne and his hands caressed my arms, I could feel myself began to fall asleep.

"Just one thing, love." He whispered ìn my ear, the nicknames making me giggle.

"Yes?" I said looking up at him.

"I uh, your eyes are beautiful. " He spoke distracted. Childishly smilingly.

I laughed and hit his chest lightly.

"River what's the question I'm tireddd."

"Well what was the name of your ex."

To exhausted to even freak out or question him, I yawned whilst giving him the name. He just nodded in response, and the next moment, I drifted to sleep wrapped in his arms.

Next day

I felt the sunlight hit my eyes as I stretched out on the sofa. I couldn't help smiling at the nights events. How could I have found a man so loving. That led me to realise that I was no longer wrapped around him but tucked in a blanket.

Standing up, I began to wonder around, searching for River.

"River?" I called out lightly to see where he was and then realised I could hear talking from the kitchen. Was he on the phone to someone?

I quietly snuck up to listen. Wrong, I know, but I was intruiged.

"Yea Roddy, that right I need you to find the location of (y/n exs name), yea, that's right, yea. Oh, why? It's just something I need to take care of. No, this isn't a secret mission from Lamb! Right bye. No, Roddy , no one is dying, not exactly. " He put the phone down and carried on making his breakfast.

"Oh morning sweetheart. " He smiled, noticing I was behind the door.

"Uh morning" I smiled back. "What was -"

"Don't worry about it." He said, walking over, holding me by my waist. "I told you that no one would ever hurt you again, and I meant it."

"You're not an accountant, are you?" I chuckled, placing my hands on his chest.

"Oh yes, I am. I'm very good at it.

"A very dangerous accountant then." I chuckled

He rolled his eyes and lifted me onto the counter making me squeal.

"River!" I laughed as he gently peppered light and soft kisses along my neck and up my jawline.

"What?" He asked innocently. "I'm just showing you the love you deserve." He smiled, finishing with a light peck on my lips.

Suddenly his phone rang. River gave me a sorry look and took out his phone. The person calling was named Lamb.

"I minute." He huffed before answering the phone.

"Lamb what -" Before he could finish, I could heat the other person shout down the phone.

"Roddy says you're out to kill someone, you idiot! What's wrong with you!?"

River rolled his eyes and I laughed. How new from now on I would definitely be protected.

Hope you all enjoyed this!

Let me know if you want a part 2 ?!

Please request your River Cartwright ideas! Love writing for him

Au revoir for now darlings ♡♡♡

[marauder-exe]

Fake Dating- Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Request:  Hi! Can you write a Stark!Reader x Peter Parker (Andrew please) were they’re fake dating because May was starting to catch onto the Spider-Man gig? They end up catching feelings and are scared to admit it? I hope this made sense! Thank you!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N; id love some feedback on this! and let me know if youd like a part 2

“So, let me get this straight” Peter nodded for you to continue “You want to fake date?” He nodded again. You gave him a questioning look. “Care to explain or no?”.

“Right, right. So, Aunt May is starting to catch on. The other day, I came home all dirty from helping people and she looked at me like I just killed someone. So, you know about the spiderman thing so that's not a problem. And since your my best friend” He gave a sweet smile “i figure, when she finds out we've been ‘dating’ she’ll think thats why Ive been acting strange.” He explained like it made absolute sense. It didn't. You were contemplating throwing him off of the roof you where stood on.

“righttttt...” You looked at him strangely. “How do you know it'll work?” you had a feeling this was gonna go very wrong.

“well, you know- you know, she's aunt May, shell believe it” There was also another problem.

“You know if my dad gets wind of this he will literally kill you right? Like he will 100 percent get all the avengers to murder you, and then he’ll bring you back to life, then re-kill you himself” You stated dramatically. He paled then gave you a look. That look. The look that he had given you for the last 5 years. The ‘im right just trust me on this one’ look. 9 times out of ten he wasn't right. But for the sake of both of you, you hoped this was the one time he was right.

“Fine fine, ill be your fake girlfriend or whatever” You groaned leaning into his shoulder.

“Wow, (Y/N) act more believable” He joked.

“Ah, Peter Parker, of course ill be your fake girlfriend!” You laughed loudly, shoving him.

“Shh, she might hear you!” He joined in, throwing his head back in laughter. After the laughter died down, you lay your head on Peters shoulder. You looked out into the sunset. It made you feel weird. Peter Parker's girlfriend. No. Peter Parker's fake girlfriend.

As the night was getting late, you decided to make your walk home, not before making your ‘relationship’ very clear to Aunt May. She was sat in the living room as Peter walked you to the door. As he opened the door for you, May looked your way, so you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a quick kiss to Peters lips before scurrying out the door. He lifted a finger to his lips and blushed. Obviously Aunt May, who’d known you for 5 years and had never seen you kiss Peter, had some questions.

“Peter? What was that about?” Her question pulled him out of his romantic state. Its just because she's your best friend, He told himself.

“uh-h” He awkwardly laughed. Why was he so hopeless. “She's my girlfriend, now, actually” He mumbled tentatively. Before he knew it, Aunt May had gotten up and swooped him into a hug.

“I always knew you two had something going on!” She cheered. He furrowed his brows but hugged back nonetheless. Why would she think that? He shrugged of the thought and told Aunt May he was going to bed.

“Hey Parker! Hows ‘the plan’ going?” You jogged up to him as he made is way through the school corridors, clutching his camera. “She believe it?”

“y-yeah she did” He noted as you fist pumped the air. He thought you looked amazingly beautiful today. As you two stepped outside, he spotted a cleared bench, he longed to take a photo of you.

“(Y/N)?” He asked getting your attention. “Stand righttttt there” He pointed towards the clear bench as you happily jogged over and stood on it. Peter had always taken photos of you, but today it felt different. For him at least.

“Like this?” You giggled as you struck a pose.

“Yeah yeah, exactly like that” he threw his head back in laughter as he snapped plenty of photos at your ridiculous poses.

“(Y/N)! Parker!” Your photography fun was immediately stopped by the dreaded voice of Flash Thompson, making his way over.

“uh oh” You whispered to Peter as he helped you jump from the bench.

“I hear she's your new girlfriend” Flash nodded towards you, grinning devilishly. You and Peter looked at each other.

“Yeah- Yeah she is” He was trying to be brave. It wasn't working very well.

“Lay off, Flash” You both turned your heads your Gwen Stacey, the girl Peter had been crushing on for a few weeks. Although, he didn't feel like that any more.

“Come on, Gwen. You cant seriously believe this can you. Little Peter Parker dating famous Tony Stark’s beautiful, intelligent daughter?” You felt disgusted at his comment, so did Gwen. “Does Daddy even know? Nah, he couldn't, Parker would be dead by now. Or has Daddy just lost his game? Not as strong as he used to be. You could feel that Peter was about to say something out of anger, so you quickly moved your hand to hold his, even though anger was coursing through your veins

“Listen, Flash Thompson” The group of students surrounding the scene got slowly bigger. “im not dating ‘little Peter Parker’ im dating Peter Parker, a guy who is 10 times more smart and intelligent and handsome as you'll ever be. So why don't you go listen to Mommy’ nodding towards Gwen. “And lay off. Oh wait! You don't have a Mommy” You made a mock sad face then giggled. The entire group was in shock, even Peter. Okay maybe it was a bit uncalled for, but he shouldn't have insulted your dad.

Flashs’ face turned magenta as he balled his fist and tried to throw a punch. You ducked under his fist. Your dad had taught you to fight once you could walk.

“Wow! You just tried to hit a girl” You smiled incredulously, while Flash was still bright red. “Thats fine, im all for feminism, ya know, equal rights equal fights” You said nonchalantly. “You shouldn't have punched Tony Starks daughter though” You added, right as your fist connected with his jaw and our foot connected with his nether regions. You grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back as the ever expanding group cheered. Just as you were about to stand on top him, Peter grabbed you and pulled you away.

“Okay, enough fighting, avengers style” He dragged you inside the hallway.

“He deserved it for what he was saying” You grumbled.

“Im sure he did but-” Peter paused as he saw the principle and two concerned looking teachers, making their way down the hallway. “Rain check?” He whispered.

“Yep!” You whispered back as you jumped onto his back and he sped of, out of the school.

“You have to admit, it was pretty cool” You grinned at Peter as he fixed up the cuts on your knuckles.

“It was cool. You knocked out Flash Thompson. ‘The’ Flash Thompson. But you got yourself hurt in the process” He whined.

“Wow, Mr ‘im-spiderman-and-i-risk-my-life-everyday Is telling me about danger, okay I see how it is” You joked.

“You know what I mean” He grinned. As he finished wrapping your hands, you heard footsteps coming upstairs. “Its Aunt May. What do we do?” Before you could think of anything, you instinctively brought his lips to yours and your hand fell into his hair. He kissed back passionately, like his entire life had been leading up to this moment. It sent a flurry of butterflies into your stomach. He felt the same thing. His lips tingled and his hand lay on your waist. You had officially caught feelings. And so had he. You heard the door open and kept your eyes tightly shut and lips moving.

“You got into a fi-” You furrowed your brows, that didn't sound like Aunt May. You moved away from Peters loving kiss to face the door. The second you saw who it was your face turned bright red, you were done for.

“Dad?!” You shrieked. Peter was drawn from his daze, dreaming of you beautiful lips, by your loud voice.

“Mr. Stark” He almost fell out of his chair at the sight of Tony Stark, Happy and Aunt May, all stood in the door in shock.

“Alright, Spiderling, hands off my daughter” Your dad hurried over and grasped your hand, gently shoving you out the room. Of course Tony Stark knew about him.

“s-see you later, Parker” You muttered. After Tony left, Aunt May shut the door awkwardly, returning to living room. And once, he was left alone with his thoughts. His thoughts about you.

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Get To Know Me

Thank youuuuu @gukieater for the tag ❤❤ I enjoyed reading your answers!!!

I want to lighten things up a little from the past few days soooooo let's get itttttt~

when is your birthday?

March 14🥰 aka pi dayyy

what is your favorite color?

Peach!

what's your lucky number?

3 and 7 dk why just always been my fav and lucky

do you have any pets?

A bichon frise ❤ she my bestie fa life

how tall are you?

5'4 or 165 cm I think?!?!

how many pairs of shoes do you own?

Uh a lot of ones that i dont use but most used is 3 or 4

favorite song?

I don't have a fav song, but at the moment I really love In My Arms by Plumb :))

favorite movie?

Lord. Of. The. Rings. Hands down the best films ever made.

what would be your ideal partner?

Someone that genuinely loves me for who I am and will accept my faults. Someone who is raw and real with me, and will always be there for me. Someone loyal and caring. And funny hehe. Someone that makes me a better me

do you want children?

Absolutely I do!!! People think I'm crazy but I want LOTS of kiddos. And I want to adopt and foster too if I can.

have you gotten in trouble with the law?

Nooope, I'm a good girl 😉

what color socks are you wearing?

No sockies rn I'm afraid :(

bath or shower?

Mmm, efficiency wise shower. But comfort wise, bath. Idk why but I've always been scared of taking a shower since I was a kid. I deal with it now.

favorite type of music?

Pop. Specifically kpop but ya know.

how many pillows do you sleep with?

One, sometimes two

which position do you sleep in?

I flippity flop all over, left side right side left side back right side back left side

what dont you like when you're sleeping?

Clothes.

I cant stand any clothes on me at all. Like literally not even undies. I sleep buck booty neked, sorry tmi.

what do you have for breakfast?

Depends. My favorite is maple oatmeal with fresh cut up apples and cinnamon 🤩

have you ever tried archery?

Indeed I have. Funny story. I was shooting arrows in our backyard when I was about 12 or 13, and a wasp got under my arm and took a literal bite out of my arm. Like there was a chunk missing. That's how we found out I was allergic 🥴

favorite fruit?

Cherriessssss

favorite swear word?

Banana, donut, walnut, and walnart

do you have any scars?

Yeh. A few. One very very very very very faint one on me arm from my sis which was an accident.l, it might actually have disappeared idk. And one on my hand from glass. It's pretty small tho. And some I dont want to elaborate on but yeah

are you a good liar?

I can be if I need to be. It makes me physically ill tho.

what your personality type?

Uhhh I'm shy. And uhh, I like to take care of people, and im pretty silly once you get to know me. I'm loyal as a dog.

what's your favorite type of girl?

Every girl 🥺 just girls who are themselves and genuine

left or right handed?

Righttttt

favorite food?

Korean and Chinese

are you clean or messy?

Both lol

favorite foreign food?

Besides korean and chinese... Indian! I love butter chicken 😭😭

how long does it take for you to get ready?

Very much quick.

most used phrase?

I feel sick.

I'm so stressed out.

HAHAHAHAHA OH NO THATS SAD

are you a good singer?

I'm not the worst but I ain't no dolly Parton

do you sing to yourself?

Heck yeah baby. Well mostly to my dog.

biggest fear?

Losing my loved ones, including my doggo

do you like long or short hair?

On me? Long, but once I had shoulder length hair and it was beautiful.

are you into gossips?

No. F that.

extrovert or introvert?

Introvert

favorite school subject?

Meh. Reading and writing lol

what makes you nervous?

Boys.

Men.

They scare me.

And cool girls.

who was your first real crush?

Ok HAHAHAHAHHA I HAD TWO. One was the neighbor boy and his name was Jacob. He was so so so cute my goodness and we made cherry cobbler together 😳🥴 and one was at my dance school, his name was Kimber. My laaaaaaaawd he was cute. But never spoke to him lmaoooo he was too cool for me. But once he was making funny faces at me and being goofy and I swooned.

how many piercings do you have?

0. They always got infected no matter what I did as a kid, do I gave it up.

how fast can you run?

I can run faster than you'd think if somethings chasing me but I won't get very far before my asthmatic lungs kill me.

what makes you angry?

Bullies.

Abusive fuckheads.

Cheaters.

do you like your own name?

I do I do I dooooo

do you like your own name?

I'm not sure why this is twice but I'll count this one as last name. Funny, I got so bullied for my last name my entire life, even the professor in college mocked me. Its embarrassing to say to people. But I'm learning to be okay with it.

what are your weaknesses?

I get overwhelmed easily bc I overthink things.

I have a hard time asking for help.

what are your strengths?

Perseverance

Loyalty

And ohhhhhh idk, I'm not good at this.

what is the color of your bedspread?

Peach hehe

color of your room?

White. Lolol

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This was fun!!! Got a lil deeper than I thought I would on some but ya know, you're my honeybunches so idc.

I'll tag; @flowerprincejin @moo-mama @today-we-will-survive @gaeguuliii @sierra-fics @jinfused @krystle1990

[jimimn]

HHFJSLASI YOU AND I ARE JUST PROFESSIONALS WHEN IT COMES TO RAMBLING AND I LOVE IT I'LL MAKE THIS FIRST ASK SHORT SO THAT YOU CAN ADD THE READ MORE AND PUT THE REST UNDER THE CUT SO THAT YOUR FOLLOWERS DON'T HAVE TO DO A LOT OF SCROLLING LMAO - 💫

your brain i love it 😌😌

MISS SHIVI YOU'RE TOO SWEET 🤧💞 HFAKKA JUNGKOOK MADE THE WORLD STOP WITH THAT HAIR DYE AT THIS POINT I'M JUST ✨ manifesting ✨ a selfie of him with that hair and I know for a fact that the moment that one selfie comes out ITS OVER FOR US and OMG IN A BUN??? JDJAKJD I THINK YOURE SPEAKING THE DEVIL INTO EXISTENCE. BLONDE JIKOOK SELCA LETS GO BOYS COME ON DON'T BE SHY 🧚‍♂️🌸

OOOPS THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE DOES LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE THO...ESP ALL OF THEIR GROWLS..CALM DOWN??? JIMIN?? EXCUSE YOU.

AND JUNGKOOK'S OUTFIT WAS SO HOTJFJSLQJDJWKA. I did watch the performances later and can attest that DYNAMITE SLOW JAM IS NOW MY ANTHEM AND BLONDE JUNGKOOK SINGING IT IS DEFINITELY NOT GOOD FOR MY SANITY

CHANEL MODEL!JIMIN MISS SHIVI I AM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS NOW FOR REAL THO HE SHOULD TOTALLY WEAR MORE CHOKERS AND CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM FINISHING A PERFORMANCE ANF THEN RIPPING IT OFF AND THROWING INTO THE CROWD LIKE JSLWLAKF DEATH UPON US ALL!!! Honestly he can wear anything at this point and ummm 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ BUT FBKSKA I HOPE THIS ISNT WEIRD BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF JIMIN'S COLLARBONES PEAKING OUT FROM UNDER THE CHOKER AND WE'RE GOING A LITTLE FERAL AGAIN

BODY ROLLS DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED THERE IS NOTHING MORE ATTRACTIVE THAN HIM NOT ONLY BEING SO HOT BUT ALSO USING PERFECT TECHNIQUE!! AND THAT GAZE BYE I'M SHORT CIRCUITING HE CLEARLY KNOWS HIS POWER AND ISN'T AFRAID TO USE IT aND THAT LOOK GAAAAH 5TH MUSTER JIMIN COME HOME PLS THE FOOD IS COLD AND EVERYONE'S ASKING WHERE YOU ARE (me....I'm everyone) NO NOO DON'T BE SORRY I LOVE IT TELL ME MORE ABOUT YOUR MUSINGS *cups face in hand and leans on table*

AND I AGREE!! TAEHYUNG LOOKING GOOD IN THAT SUIT ONLY SHOWS US THAT THE GODS TOOK THEIR SWEET TIME ON HIM AND LMFAO I MEAN THEY'RE NOT WRONG THO 🤡 IS A PRETTY ACCURATE DESCRIPTION OF US and omg you've got a sister!! that's so nice 💓

LITERALLY ON WITH THAT DANCE BREAK IN A CONCERT WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK WHEN I TELL YOU I UGLY CRIED FOR HOURS AFTER SEEING THAT DURING THE MV PREMIERE I DON'T THINK I'LL LIVE KNOWING THEY DID IT IN A CONCERT and ooooooo you should definitely keep hoping!! We got an I need u performance, so anything's possible!! I got into them with bs&t so it makes me very 🤧🤧🤧 in retrospect but nothing about jimin dancing his jacket off was 🤧 it was more of a 🥵😵🥴🤕🤒 type of feeling LMAO

I KNOW RIGHT I LOVE HOW THEY ALWAYS GIVE US LIL UPDATES EVERYWHERE LIKE "OO I WENT CAMPING" "OO WE ATE BREAD!!" "OOO LOOK WE'RE JUST GOING TO DROP COVERS AND SELCAS SO YOU CAN LOSE WHATEVER LITTLE SANITY REMAINED!!" BUT YES TIMES LIKE THAT WHEN HE TWEETS JIMIN IS THE LITERAL EMBODIMENT OF THE BIGGEST HEART EMOJI

AND FJSLADHK I NEVER TOLD YOU LMAO MY BRAIN 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️ MY BIAS IS JIMIN!! I MEAN BY THE LOOKS OF IT YOURS IS TOO HE MAKES US ALL SO 💕💓💫💓💗💕🌺🌈💘💓✨💗💓🌸💕💝🌈💓💗 ITS A LITTLE EMBARRASSING HOW MUCH HE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE WOW HOW AM I LETTING A MAN WHOM I DON'T EVEN KNOW HAVE SO MUCH CONTROL OF ME. HE'S JUST... EVERYTHING 🥺 I'M IN MY BREAK AND A LITTLE TOO EMO RIGHT NOW!! BUT I GUESS YOUR BIAS IS JIMIN TOO RIGHT? TAKING BY YOUR LOVELY BLOG AND BRUTALLY HONEST (IN THE BEST WAY!) URL LMAO IF NOT THEM I'M SORRY FOR PRESUMING 🙈🙈 but tell me!! how did you get into them??

(god...I'm just looking and I see I wrote too much I'm so sorry fksjwlfo)-💫

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i love seeing your asks in my inbox ok they make me very happy 🤧🤧 BLONDE JIKOOK IN A BUN SELCA I AM MANIFESTING!!!!!!!! BOYS JUST OPEN YOUR GALLERY AND DROP THEM SELCAS I KNOW YOU HAVE A LOT OF THEM PLS SPARE SOME FOR US THANX 😭

JIMIN IN THAT IDOL PERFORMANCE HOLY SHIT YES 😳 LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT KIND OF DISRESPECT IS THAT 👁👄👁 and then in the same week he became small cuddly jimin with a boopable nose during the home performance 😔

istg jungkook looked like a very hot rich ceo of a huge company or sth 😳😳 (which he actually is sdfghjk atleast partially sdfg)

CHANEL NEEDS TO CALL JIMIN ASAP 🔫🔫🔫 AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING MAKING ME IMAGINE WILD SCENARIOS LIKE THAT 😭 ok imagine him smirking the “i know im hot” smirk after he throws the choker DEATH OK ABSOLUTE DEATHHHHHHHH and omg yes his collarbones along with the choker 😳😳😳😳 (and no its not weird asdfghj chill) 

AND OMG THAT IS THE BIGGEST PROBLEM RIGHTTTTT!!!! THAT PARK JIMIN IS ABSOLUTELY AWARE OF THE POWER HE HOLDS AND HOW HOT HE IS!!!!! AND HE USES IT JUST THE RIGHT AMOUNT WHICH IS KNOWS IS ENOUGH FOR US TO GO ABSOLUTELY FERAL and he’s such a fucking tease too dear lord i can’t with him 😭😭😭😭😭 AND OMG “*cups face in hand and leans on table*” STOP BEING SO CUTE OKAY WTF I AM BLUSHING HERE 😭😭😭😭

AND YES 🤡 IS DEFINITELY ALL OF US 🤣 i remember waiting for 12 am kst every freaking day for a week before BE dropped and big hit was like “not today you absolute clowns” on all our faces 🤡 AND YESS AAAAAAAA she’s not my own sister though!! she’s my aunt’s daughter. they’ve come to visit us for a week 🥰🥰

ON DANCE BREAK WITH JIMIN JUMPING OVER JUNGKOOK HOLY FRIKKIN YES BUT HAVEN’T THEY STOPPED DOING THAT JUMP IN THE RECENT PERFORMANCES? im sad :(((( BUT YES THAT IN A CONCERT WITH ARMY CHEERING AND FANCHANTS AND EVERYTHING HOLY SHIT CAN’T IMAGINE THE ENERGY IN THE STADIUM DURING THAT 🤯🤯🤯🤯 ARE YOU KIDDING I GOT INTO THEM WITH BS&T AS WELL. i am never ever ever going to be over that song. and yes jimin’s “accidental” jacket flips in bs&t are the reason is why i live and breathe 😌😌 (and simultaneously die multiple deaths) I AM NOT EVEN MAKING SENSE ANYMORE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AND OMG I KNOW RIGHT WHEN CHRISTMAS LOVE DROPPED WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE I WENT !@#$%^&*()&^%$#@q@#$%^&*( BECAUSE I HAD JUST WOKEN UP FROM SLEEP AND /?????? NEW SONG FROM JIMIN??????? THAT FELING WAS JUST HHHHHHHHHHHHHH atleast tae gave us a hint BUT I WAS STILL NOT READY WHEN SNOW FLOWER DROPPED. DAMN I HOPE THEY DON’T DO THIS NO WARNING THING WITH KTH1 AND JJK1 BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE FUCKING SLEEPING WHEN THEY DROP ASDFGHJK  AND JIMIN AAAAAAAA JIMIN I MISS HIM SO MUCH CAN HE GO LIVE AGAIN PLS I JUST WANT TO HEAR HIS SOFT VOICE AND SEE HIS EYE SMILE AND FLOOFY HAIR AND TINY HANDS :(((((((

AND OMG YOURS TOO???? 😭😭😭 AND PRESUMPTION WHAT PRESUMPTION OMG OFC MY BIAS IS JIMIN (and six bias wreckers 😌😌) LIKE I HAVE JIMIN IN MY ICON AND IN MY HEADER AND IN MY URL AND I GIF JIMIN MOSTLY SO 😭😭😭 WHAT PRESUMPTION 😭😭😭 and god yes i love every little thing about him 🥺🥺🥺 FROM HIS SOCK DOODLES TO HIM BEING SUPER CLUMSY AND HIS JACKET FLIPS AND HIS SEXY BRAIN AND HIS KIND HEART AND HIM NOT GIVING TWO FUCKS ABOUT GENDER TO HIM GROWLING ON STAGE TO HIS NIPSLIPS I JUST!!!!!LOVE!!!!!!EVERYTHING!!!!! 🤧🤧🤧🤧 AND yes lmao my url ok story time!! so when i made this blog... i didn’t know i’d get into giffing and stuff lol so the friend who got me into bts (i’ll come to that story later) suggested jiminsjacketflip as a url for my blog but i was like nah this doesn’t sound cool so i added a bit of ✨pazzaz✨ and made it flipthatjacketjiminie LMFAOOOOO and ive been wanting to change it for a while now because its so fucking long and my watermark on gifs looks shitty because of that 🤡 but i haven’t found anything as unique as this one yet and i also think that if I change my url people won’t recognize me so im just..... living with this one lmaooooo 🤡

AND OKAY OMG so i got into them at the end of june 2020. My friend anna (who also has a blog and makes a++++ gifs @/lifegoesmon) got me into them. She made me listen to them and the first song i heard was stay gold as far as i remember and then it was BS&T AND GODDAMN THE WAY I GOT FUCKING HOOKED TO THE SONG I KEPT LISTENING TO IT ALLLLLLLL DAYYYYYYY and then she showed me the performance for bs&t and i knew i was a goner 🥴🥴 then I watched chaotic bts compilations and they were so fucking funny and adorable that i went like???? how are they so sexy and intimidating on stage and this adorable and chaotic off stage?😭😭😭 we listened to bts’ discography for like three hours on the first day and she shared her playlist with me and stuff and god I just fell for their music. and then obviously with their dance and then obviously with everything about them 🥺🥺 HOW ABOUT YOUUUUUUUU? WHEN AND HOW DID YOU GET INTO THEM???? (and pls don’t be sorry sdfghjk i love reading your asks 💖💖💖) OH ALSO DID YOU WATCH RUNNNNN???????? WHICH ONES DID YOU WATCH????

[21stcenturyyfoxx]

Best Friends Father: Chapter Three

Warnings:

Reference to past crime, angst.

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Her heels clicked on the tile, hips swaying effortlessly to the drum beat in her world, her own world.

She still possessed a key to the house.

Her body adorned the lovesick bruises, bites against her tanned skin.

“Mom!” Ava shouted as she flew into her mothers arms, hanging onto her mom as if she was a koala to a tree.

Jennifer lightly smiled at her last born, running a few slender fingers through he long hair.

“Where’s your father?”

“With Y/N. He’s helping her file a protection order against Jesse in his office.” Ava muttered against her mother’s skin.

—

Jennifer could hear a light laughter as she approached the office door, it was cracked just enough for her to peer inside without being discovered.

———

“And that’s how Ava got the scar righttttt.. there on her chin.” He said through mild chuckles as he gently tapped your chin, right where Ava had a scar from falling off the bed when she was five — you must have missed that day at the house.

You laughed softly, realizing Keanu’s fingers still lingered on your skin. His eyes showing a different gaze, a softer yet deepening gaze.

“Well, I hope I’m not intruding?" Jennifer said as she had quietly made her way into the room, noticing her soon-to-be ex husbands’ actions. A knowing look in her eyes towards him, he only swallowed hard; his Adam’s apple moving downward then up again.

You looked Jennifer over, a bruise ever so slightly peaking its way out of her blouse; a hickey.

You knew they were fresh, you glanced at Keanu with a raised eyebrow. His head bowed, glancing over paperwork.

Your eyes catching one word: Divorce.

Your breathing hitched in your throat as you tried to play dumb.

“Keanu, can I speak with you?” She said coldly, you understood there was absolutely no love left in her body for the man that stood before her.

He looked up at her, nodding.

“Pretty Girl, would you mind stepping out for a few minutes?” He asked, a genuine smile and look of sorrow plastered on his mug.

You smiled back, sheepishly, nodding at his request.

Jennifer closed the door behind you, but, you pressed your ear to the door. Just for a moment.

——

“‘Pretty Girl’, huh?” She asked, a rough laugh leaving her throat.

Keanu ignored her words, quickly reading over any remaining artifacts of their agreement on spousal support before he signed his name onto the document; handing it to her quickly with a disapproving look.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing with the little whore...”

Your heart snapped inside at the words that Jennifer spewed hatefully towards Keanu about you; this was a woman you had admired, who had raised you.

“Don’t fucking call her that, Jen.” He hissed angrily.

“You shouldn’t be calling anyone a whore, I mean, look at yourself, Margarita.” He hissed the nickname.

You had heard it often when they’d fight, granted it was extremely rare they fought in the thirty years they were together or what you had remembered of it.

He knew she hated the name. To her, it was a hit to the face; knowing her ex-boyfriend used to call her that when she was pimped out; nobody was innocent.

Suddenly a force was heard; a slap to the face. You ducked behind the door as it swung open, Jennifer storming out in a rage, not even bothering to look back.

You snuck back in to see Keanu facing the window of his office, it faced the driveway.

“Ke?” You whispered.

He turned around, right side of his face red with faint lines of a handprint.

You rushed to his side, cupping his face, examine the marking.

“How much did you hear?"

“Oh, nothing... I saw her storm out.”

“Don’t lie to me, Sweetness.” He said looking down at you.

You shifted your gaze away from him, looking at the stacks of papers on his desk.

“All of it..” you mumbled.

His hand found your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You’re not a whore, my Pretty Girl.”

You chuckled bitterly.

“I slept with your son and kissed the other..” you said shamefully.

“That might qualify me as at least a hoe.” You said half-jokingly.

Keanu shook his head, dismissing the notion.

“That’s the past. You need to embrace the future.” He said softly, his touch still having a gentle hold onto you.

The two of you stood there, paralyzed, eyes locked with the other; breathing hindered by anxiety.

Keanu leaned in closer to you, his lips brushing against yours.

Your eyes closed, feeling as if you may pass out.

“I can’t fight this for much longer, Y/N.” Keanu said softly, the feeling of his lips grazing yours gave you a boldness you never felt before.

“Then don’t...” you breathed out.

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[itstcdtonks]

The Impression That I Get | Task 001

Ted was doing his usual thing, cleaning the shop, talking to customers. New young witches and wizards eager to try magic for the first time. That’s when the radio blared with the announcement of names. Looking back at it, Ted sighed and turned down the volume. The music had been so good, only to have to deal with this nonsense. The young ones didn’t need to hear anything about codes, or associate people with good or bad because of a number. Just as the volume went down, Ted heard his name. Code three. Was that bad?

That’s when a young girl came bouncing up to him. “Scuse me.” She said, tugging on his sleeve. Turning to look down, a smile hit his face and his brow raised up. “Yes young lady?” Moving so he was eye level, Ted gave her a look over. “Goodness, you’re all but ready for your first year. You’re not even tall enough, yet!” He joked as she grinned broadly. “Momma says I’ll be the brightest witch Ravenclaw has ever seen.” Chuckling, Ted nodded. “I can see that. You look like a unicorn hair sort of girl for your wand. Did you need something?” The girl nodded. “Momma says she’s a code four, and that some people may make fun of my sister for it. Do you have a strong wand for me?”

That stopped Ted dead in his tracks as he sighed and bit his lip. “Now listen. I don’t enjoy this talk of codes in this place. This place is made for one thing, do you know what that is?” The girl shook her head and he pondered on how to make sense of it all to the young lady. “This place... this place is a place that doesn’t care about codes, or houses. Here, I care about one thing. What’s in your heart. And when you get to Hogwarts, there’s this hat. And it’s going to listen to all the things you love, and don’t love. What’s important are these things. Who you are, and what you love. Not what number someone tells you you are. So if your sister gets picked on by some ponce who cares about all of that, well then they’re a plain old gnome. And if you go after that gnome, it’s a right waste of that Ravenclaw brilliance don’t you think?” He offered.

Thinking on it, the little girl groaned. “You’re righttttt.” Chuckling, Ted stood up again. “No matter what code you are, or what house you want to be in, I will find you a good strong wand so you truly do become the brightest witch. But you must not let go of your goal to focus on those other people. Agreed? Tell your sister her dreams are far more important than what other people think.” She nodded again before holding out her hand to shake. “I’ll be waiting for your return, young lady.” 

Since that day, Ted hasn’t much minded his code. Only that it seemed to change the way people treated him and one another. The impression that he got was that it was just another way for people to get a further rift between them. Which made no sense in his opinion. It was just a number, not a fact. Someone made a list and decided, so couldn’t people decide on their own who was good? The whole thing makes his head hurt if he thinks on it for too long. So he just goes along with the flow.

[theearlymorningmist]

Domestic Fluff #9: Mornings

TONY STARK X READER

Summary: one-shot series of domestic fluff, can read separately or together.

Word count: 1200

A/N-  I imagine the song that plays is something cheesy that JARVIS puts on just to embarrass Tony, like ‘Fooled Around and Fell in Love’ or something.

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You and Tony were very different types of sleepers. Tony, on the one hand, could stay up all hours, and wake up whenever he needed to. The man just didn’t function like a normal human. Sleep was a suggestion to him, not a necessity.

You on the other hand, loved sleeping. Consequently, waking up was always a struggle for you. Ever since you moved in with Tony, he had made it his personal mission every morning to get you awake and ready for the day.

This led to you and Tony establishing a nice morning routine together. Although you were half convinced the reason Tony asked you to live with him in the first place was just because he was annoyed you could sleep though his constant calls and messages when he was bored…

This morning was like many others. Tony had come to bed late, only needing a few hours of sleep before the alarm clock went off. When the clock rang out loudly at 7am on the dot, Tony woke up almost instantly, awake and alert.

You on the other hand only stirred after the ringing had gone on for about a minute. Groaning in annoyance, you blindly swatted at the bedside table until you managed to hit the off button. Loud noise disabled, you face-planted back into the pillow, letting out a sigh of contentment.

Tony smiled at the action, sitting up in bed and shaking his head in amusement. “Honey? You said you absolutely had to wake up at 8 today, remember?” The man called, softly.

You only hummed in response, pulling the covers tighter against your body. Tony huffed, gently rolling you over onto your back. He rubbed your cheek softly, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Come on, future you will kick my ass if I don’t get you up.” He hummed.

You frowned, raising a hand to the mans face. You found his nose with your fingers and used it to orient yourself, reaching up to pat the man on the top of his head.

“Did you just…try to turn me off? Like I’m a clock?” Tony questioned, bemused.

You snuggled into the bed, petulantly. “Depends. Did it work?” You mumbled back.

“If you wake up now, I’ll make you the good coffee.” Tony bargained.

Your perked up at this, raising an eyebrow with intrigue. “Breakfast too?” You questioned.

Tony smacked his lips in thought. “Fine, but only cereal. Because you smacked me like a clock.” Tony grinned, ripping the covers off your body, in a cruel but efficient swipe.

You yelped in protest, but got up. “You’re so mean to me.” You pouted, eyes still half closed.

“The devil.” Tony agreed, starting to get dressed.

You sleepily made your way to the washroom, and wet your toothbrush. Just as you went to put toothpaste on the bristles, Tony slyly took the container and replaced it with a different one. “That was handcream, (Y/N). This is the toothpaste.” He hummed, grabbing his own toothbrush.

“I knew that.” You huffed. “Just…testing you…” You muttered, using all your energy to move the brush across your teeth.

Once you were done brushing, you headed for the door, yawning dramatically as you reached for the door handle.

“Honey- pants.” Tony called, stifling a laugh. “I mean, I don’t mind the underwear and tank look, but the team might get jealous of me if they saw you.” He teased.

“Righttttt…clothes…” You chuckled, looking around for something to wear. Nothing was computing without coffee in your system. Saving you from blankly staring at the dresser any longer, Tony wrapped you in a soft dressing gown and took your hand, leading you out the room.

“Coffee, stat.” He said, guiding you to a seat while he set about making breakfast.

“Mmm…coffee…” You smiled, dopily. While Tony made breakfast, you rested your head against one of your hands, and nearly drifted off leaning against the kitchen island. You only snapped back to consciousness when Tony put down a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Eat. Drink. Charge your vampiric energy.” He stated.

“What?” You questioned.

“Huh? I said eat up.” Tony grinned, sitting beside you to drink his coffee.

“You’re weird.” You muttered under your breath before taking a sip of the delicious beverage.

“And you’re damn cute in the morning.” Tony retorted, rubbing your lower back softly while the two of you finished breakfast in a comfortable silence.

Slowly as you became caffeinated, you became more aware of your surroundings. Beside you Tony read the newspaper, muttering to himself every few moments as he sped through the articles. You watched, smiling to yourself at how adorable the man looked when he was concentrating.

You glanced at the time on the oven, and sighed. You needed to start getting ready. “I’m ganna go shower.” You announced, giving the man a small peck on the cheek before sliding off your chair. “Thanks for breakfast!” You called back, as you walked away.

Tony raised an eyebrow, smirking as he thought to himself.

You pulled back the shower curtain and started the water running so it could heat up before you switched it to shower mode. You held the towel around yourself as you waited. When it was ready, you switched it to shower, and turned to close the door, only to be surprised by Tony- who was standing in the doorway.

“Water ready?” The man asked, innocently, as he took his shirt off.

“Hey- I called the shower.” You stated, defensively.

Tony gave you an offended look. “There is a fresh water crisis on this planet, (Y/N). I’m surprised at you for being so selfish. We need to do our part to preserve as much water as possible…. By sharing showers.” He added, with a wink.

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. 10 minutes, in and out. No singing.” You laid down the rules, because otherwise, you knew Tony…and you knew he’d make you late with all his…antics.

You made it through the shower with minimal Stark interference, and the two of you continued getting ready for the day together. Tony asked JARVIS to play some music for you to make the time more enjoyable.

It took Tony far less time than you to get ready, but he stayed to hang out with you anyways, because it was the only time you’d see each other until much later today.

“I swear you have triple the amount of clothes a normal person should have.” You scoffed, while putting your shoes on.

“Well, that’s because I’m above average.” Tony smirked. “In all endeavours.” He winked, causing you to roll your eyes.

“So ego too, yeah?” You countered playfully, standing up.

You went to leave, already a little bit behind schedule because of Tony insisting on helping choose your outfit. But Tony grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

“Skip work. Stay with me.” He pouted, swaying you softly to the music.

“An enticing offer, Stark, but I really need to go.” You smiled, sympathetically. “Love you, kay? Don’t blow anything up while I’m gone.” You instructed, pressing a kiss to the mans lips.

“No promises.” He mumbled back, against your lips.

“Fine, then make sure the explosion is really cool.” You smiled deviously, giving the man’s hand a quick squeeze before slipping away.

Tony smiled back at you, watching as you left. He let out a soft smile of contentment. Tony thought that maybe sleeping wasn’t so bad if it was next to you. And you thought mornings weren’t so awful with Tony there to brighten them up...

The End.

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[throughthedirt]

Season 1: Chapter Nine

Previous Chapter — First Chapter

Miles

It didn't matter that I was just shy of turning 44 years old. The University of Oregon campus was nearly 300 acres of property housing nearly 23,000 students from around the world. Sure, the majority were teens and young adults, but there was no shortage of older individuals seeking education. More so, I didn't have to be a student. I could be a teacher, a maintenance worker, the IT guy, even a fuckin' janitor. For all anyone knew, I belonged here. And the way I walked through those grand, window-framed doors - people knew. I had a purpose. Showing no signs of hesitation, fear, or confusion, I waltzed my way throughout the campus. For nearly an hour, I roamed the campus freely and without even batting an eyelash to any other person. I was mostly ignored by those who did notice me. But for most, it was like I didn't even exist - just like the rest of them. I was just another body in a mass of humans. But I was here for a reason, and that was to fulfill a job and keep a promise; an agreement that got me freedom in 6. Kyle Turner. Kyle fucking Turner. "Fuckin' football prick raped my niece and got off scot-free," as Correctional Lieutenant Dave Ward would say. The very first words of his that changed the course of my history at Oregon State Pen. And I had read the reports, the articles, the media frenzy - all in prison. I knew what he had done, and he was guilty. But a fully-paid scholarship and a hell of a lot of "hush-money" got him nothing. Not even a smack on the wrist. He walked. Went free. And Ward's niece? Well, things didn't go so great for her. Fearing him, she refused her admittance into UofO, afraid she would see him again. So the fucker had to die. And now it was finally time. 

Approaching the glass doors of the Performance Center, I made a fatal mistake. Reaching my hand out to pull on the handle, the door stayed shut. It creaked as I tried to open it - but it was locked. "Uh, hello?" A large football player called to me in his confusion, his mouth agape and his eyes squinted as he made his approach. He was as heavy as he was tall; his long, afro-style hair alone adding inches to his height. "This building is for authorized personnel only..." He said to me, pulling a plastic card from behind him and slipping it through the swipe-pad beside the door. The pad flashed green and the door clicked. Unlocked. This place was advanced, way more security than I could have ever imagined. University of Oregon had changed in the last 6 years. Turning to him, I gave a toothy grin and begin to chuckle. "Boy do I feel old, huh." He looked at me, cautiously as he stood before the door. But I didn't let him disappear into the building before I extracted needed information. "I'm actually lookin' for someone - maybe you can help me..." I iterated, "One of your football mates, Kyle Turner." The player gave me a saucy eye glare. "What about him?" Pausing, I conjured the biggest load of shit I could muster up in 0.2 seconds. "My niece, you know-" I started to chuckle, so much so that it interrupted my speech. "Ah man, this is embarrasing on her part, but she's... she's a HUGE fan of his. And I mean HUGE. She has posters of him all over her room, you know?" "Uh-huh..." Little interest from him. Only suspicion. But I didn't let him get another word in. "I mean she's just nuts for college football. Strange for a girl, no? I guess the world is changin' and I'm far behind. Heh, heh, heh." I chuckled again, trying to fluster the boy with too much information for him to process. "But ANYWAYS -" I continued, "Her birthday's comin' up and I was hopin' to get maybe a... you know... surprise appearance from him?" There was a look of confusion on the poor boy's face. "WITH COMPENSATION, of course." Another smile. "Uhhhhhhhmm, righttttt." He replied. "Let me..." He struggled to respond. Possibly the weirdest request he'd ever received, surely. "Let me go see if he's here. I'll be right back." "Sure thing, but ah-!" I held my hand up, a signal for him to stop as he reached for the handle. "Allow me," Taking the door by the giant O shape in its handle, I pulled the steel frame open to allow for the jock to head in. In respect to him, I closed it behind him, locking me out of the building once more. I stood there waiting. Waiting patiently. With my hands stuffed in my pockets, I casually swayed my body and whistled a chirpy hymn. To my surprise, it took only minutes for the door to open again. And out came Kyle fuckin' Turner in the flesh. And he wasn't a teenager anymore. No... He was a man, now. "Uh, hi-?" Kyle would greet me, without so much as a formal introduction. Fuckin' millennials. It took me a moment to sink in his appearance. Tall, 6'1, still shorter than me. A big guy, no doubt. But size didn't matter when it came to murder. Only intent, motive, and calculation. "Yes! Kyle Turner." Pulling my hand from my coat pocket, I extended it to him. "My name is Angelo Rossi. It's great to meet you!" Turner took my hand, shaking it as firmly as I was squeezing. But as he had taken my hand in his, I had also raised my other free hand to firmly grip his bicep. A sort of gesture of greeting, but it secretly to scope his muscular size. "Yeah, thanks." The fucker would respond. Yeah, thanks? Really? Really. Releasing his hand, I returned my superior 6 foot 3 stance to it's upright position and gave a fake, cheery smile. "My niece, she's a crazy fan." Pulling for my wallet, I slipped out a photograph of a teenage girl. "Her name is Nakoma. She's... half native half Italian, like me. Heh." Kyle took the photo in his hand, his eyebrows raising at the beautiful young lady he saw in the picture. Perfect, interest. "A looker, I know. Causes me more problems, ya know?" I chuckled, taking the photo back. "So listen, I came here hopin' I could hire you. For a job, of sorts." Kyle crossed his arms before him and looked at me curiously. "Oh yeah?" "Yeah, man. I'm organizing Nakoma's 16th birthday and I really want to make it special. She has posters of ya' all around her room and I thought, pffftttt, what better to surprise her with her favorite football player? Every teenage girl's dream, right?" I laughed again, thinking the idea is silly, but might actually work. "Nothin' major. There's be about 30 of her girlfriends there hangin' around the pool-" Realizing it was January, I instantly corrected myself. "Indoor pool, at her father's place. Big place, you know?" Kyle's head was nodding - Still interested. "Figured you can drop by for an hour or so, or even less if you're in a crunch. Sign some autographs, take some pictures. Grab a bite to eat, whatever you want. There'll be plenty of food, cuz, well, Italians, am I right?" Laughing again, Kyle's interest seemed to only be piquing the more bizarre and outlandish the story got. "Sounds fun." He smiled, bringing his fingers to his lips as he pondered the thought of 30 hot teenage girls in their bikinis. "But uh-" He started to sway. "I don't know-" "I'll pay you $5,0000. Cash." I confessed. His eyes widened. "$2,500 for showing up. $1,500 for autographs and another $1,000 if you take some selfies. You know' - the girls thing. Selfies, heh." I paused, my eyes growing darker as they remained hidden behind Aviator shades. "What do ya' say? We got a deal?" Swiftly changing tunes, "You know what, don't sweat the decision now. There's a lot of politics in sports, I'm old. I know it." I waved my hand in typical Italian fashion. "You gotta' business card or somethin'?" "Uh, nah but I can give you my number-" Perfect. A rich white kid, hot-shot jock, AND a moron. This was too easy. Handing him the photo, he retrieved a pen from his pocket and jotted down his digits. "Wow, thanks man. I appreciate you considering this." I waved the photograph of "Nakoma" and slipped it back into my wallet. "I'll give you a call something this week. Talk it over with your coach or manager or whoever you kids report to, heh." I put my hand out for him to shake again, "And nice meeting you again."

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I found myself roaming the halls of University of Oregon on my attempt to exit the campus. My curious mind sent me further and further into the campus maze - a prestigious multitude of buildings and intricate floor plans; each with its own purpose, meaning, and unique design. Deep in UofO, I stumbled upon the Department of Fine Arts. The halls were brimming from floor-to-ceiling with murals and artwork. Slowing my pace, I stopped to appreciate the work. I had always had an affinity to for paintings. My eye had always found itself drawn to the color red. Red. My dark irises wandered the walls, finally pulling towards a large, 5 foot canvas. It soared above me - dazzling in its ocean of red. The painting was of a woman, presumably dripping in blood. A sort of, Queen of the Damned. Intrigued, my eyes shifted to the small plaque stuck to the wall by the corner of the artwork. Nicola Strom. My stomach sunk as my heart skipped a beat. "Crucifixion." The words rolled off of my lips. My head retracted slowly as my eyes closed. "Mmmm."

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January 20th, 2018 - Five days after release. Eugene, Oregon had been unusually warm for January. For the most part, it was sunny and rainy on-and-off, with an average high temperature of 45 degrees F. Too warm for snow. At least, not enough sub-zero temperatures to keep it for more than a couple days, anyways. Luckily for this lovely Saturday evening, the rain had stopped early morning and the skies were greeted by a brightening sun. Kyle parked his Trail-Rated Jeep cruiser in front of the colonial-century home, red-bricked mansion. He ducked his head, looking over the place with his pale eyes as he took in the sheer size of the place. Although Eugene was home to old money - big money - it was also commonly inhabited by the middle class. Whoever owned this place... wasn't a white-collar, middle class citizen. Exiting his truck, he approached the front door, which was lavishly decorated with a Sweet-Sixteen balloon bundle. A clear indication he was at the right house. As he rang the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before he was greeted by a familiar face. "Mr. Turner." I said, standing tall with my hand cemented firmly on the back of the door. It was the first time he was seeing my hazel-speckled brown eyes. It was also the last. "Cute." I blurted, subliminally mocking his uniformed self as my eyes gazed over his full-football get-up. Shredded sleeves to show his pectoral muscles. How sleazy. Helmet and all. How sweet. "Come join the fun." I smirked, guiding him through the front door. "But maybe take off the helmet." Chuckling, Turner cracked a smile as he took a step into the house - which was, unsuspectingly, filled with the sound of laughing girls. "Too much, huh?" Kyle joked, unclasping the helmet and slipping his head free. His back was to me as I closed the door. "I thought mayb-" The moment he turned to face me, my hand - hidden behind the door the entire time - swung straight for his head. A thin medical syringe pierced into the side of his neck - administered by my right hand - Gloved. Protected. Injecting the cocktail of muscle relaxants, Kyle quickly deteriorated in a matter of seconds. His initial reaction to grab for my hand, but by the time he could react - it was already too late. He was losing almost all of his muscle ability. One. Two. Three. He hit the ground, unable to move, unable to moan, unable to call for help. With his body curled in the middle of the hallway, his eyes remained open - panicked. Looking down at his 6'1, 200 pound physique - which had been reduced to nothing in just seconds - I shook my head. Pathetic. His eyes followed my every move. He was conscious. Awake. Aware. I stepped over him and walked past him like he didn't even exist. Stepping into my living room, I smiled at the sound of giggling teenage girls filled the open-concept space. Walking over to the stereo system, I grabbed the remote and clicked - Off. Silence. Girls? What girls. There were no girls. Returning to his paralyzed figure, I crouched down to brood over him. I tilted my head to the side and grabbed his face between my gloved thumb and fingers. Squeezing his limp cheeks between them as I leaned his head to look at me. "Oh, Kyle." I made clicking noises with the back of my tongue. "Remember her?" Pulling a photograph from my back pocket - Sarah Ward. "Yeahhhhh." I flicked the photo in his face, nearly submitting to my urge to spit on him. "You're gonna die tonight." There was a dark, unforgiving grimace that crept my cheeks. "And it's gonna fuckin' hurt." Two, single-drop tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Hours had passed. Daylight turned to dark as night loomed over the city. Darkness was here. And it didn't come from the sky, nor the sun. Using Kyle's keys, I exited the mansion on the quiet, quaint street. E 22nd Avenue - a large strip of homes graciously spread apart; separated by the comfort of many, decades-old trees. I pulled the vehicle into the long driveway, reversing it rear-forward all the way to the side of the house. Two garage doors welcomed the Jeep, closing behind the front of it. It remained utterly hidden, safe within the confines of the home's garage. It would remain there until 3:45 in the morning, and a storm was brewing. The sound of the garage door sliding gurgled as it swayed open. Keeping the lights of the Jeep off, I placed it into drive and pulled it out of my driveway. The garage door closed behind me automatically, dismissing any evidence it had ever harbored a crime scene. My heart remained regular - beating as it would driving any other vehicle, on any other day, under any other circumstances. Humming, I drove the few blocks between the mansion and the University Campus. The Jeep came to the vehicle entrance of the Oregon Autzen Football Stadium. Like everything within the Performance Center, it required a swipe card to be unlocked and accessed. Holding out Kyle Tuner's card, I flicked it between the pad and waited. Flashing green, the gates to the field slid open. Although forbidden to bring any vehicles directly on to the terrain, it was 3:50 in the morning, on a Saturday. Too late for any players to be hangin' around during off-season, and too early for any maintenance workers or cleaners to begin their services. It was pitch-black, and between the sticky snow and the blowing winds - visibility was poor. Reversing the trail-rated wrangler, I slowly backed it up on to the field, parking the trunk of the vehicle directly in front of the brightly-yellow painted goal-post. Exiting the vehicle, I was dressed from head-to-toe in Kyle's football uniform, with the addition of a black long-sleeved T-shirt underneath. No tattoos were visible. Virtually nothing about me was recognizable. For all intensive purposes, I could very well be Kyle Turner. Unlatching the trunk, it swooshed open. There lay the true Kyle Turner. The flesh and blood. And there was a lot of blood. Taking the thick, twisted rope in my hand, I ran it from the back of the truck to the goalpost. Tossing it over the post's T-center, I caught it back in my hand and ran it back to the truck. The end of the rope was supported by a curled grappling hook. Kneeling behind the trunk, I fastened the hook to the hitch on the Jeep and found my way back to the driver's seat. Pushing the gears into drive, I slowly began to inch the vehicle forward until the rope strained - pulling viciously with the weight. Metal to the floor, I forced the truck into overdrive, suddenly gunning it forward and sending the object in the trunk to veer out of the vehicle. Decelerating the tracks, I watched in my review mirror as the item - two strong planks of crossed wood - reeled up against the T in the yellow goalpost. As it mounted to perfect height, I slammed the Jeep in park, and swiftly - excitedly- hopped out of the truck. It started slow at first, my heavy, rumbling laughter. But it evolved, soon developing into a magnified, thrill-infused maniacal cackle. Victory.

—   —   —   January 21st, 2018 - The Discovery. The lights to the stadium flickered on - lighting the dark early-morning. The sun would not rise for another hour. And for a group of football jocks mucking their way to football practice, it would be a morning they would never forget. Wailing. Loud, incessant, uncontrollable wailing. The sound of screaming echoed throughout the stadium; hair-raising in its velocity, and intensity. The scene brought a grown, 21-year old man to his knees. Vomit projected from his chapped lips as he puked vehemently on the immaculate, freshly-snowed grass - staining it flaxen. It brought a wave of nausea to the entire team. Some cried, some collapsed, some gagged, heaved, hurled. But most... most stood in shock. Hailed before them was the body of Christ - a crucifixion of their most valued team member. There lay the body of Kyle Turner, naked and colorless, with only the stain of bleeding red that covered his postmortem flesh. His genitals were mutilated. His penis split in three different directions. He had been completely castrated; his balls were absent entirely from his groin. An indescribable amount of blood has been loss at its expense, leaving a blood-pour of red human serous to cascade down his legs. Cause of death? Blood loss. Slow, agonizing, harrowing blood loss. The cross hung from the center of the goalpost, the snow beneath his purple-faded feet red with blood. His hands were staked on either side; his ankles crossed and tied. His neck - the same color as his bruised toes - was mounted by barbed wire. His head bore the same fate - crowned like that of Christ with blood trickling from his scalp. RAPIST - Carved with a knife in to his forehead. SINNER - The words dripped from his abdomen in crusting blood, beginning to harden... but still moist. Fresh. —   —   —   "Shocking news this morning on KVAL-13." Smitha George - Live News Reporter, would announce on national television. "A tragedy has occurred at University of Oregon. Senior Football Quarterback Kyle Turner, Star of the Oregon Ducks, was found brutally murdered at the campus stadium." She would go on, standing unshaken in the parking lot of the Performance Center. "Police have ruled the case a homicide after teammates found Tuner's mutilated body crucified on the goal-post of the end field." Spilling too much information for her own good - reporters classically interfered with investigations; often jeopardizing their efforts. "His hands and feet were reportedly pinned to a wooden cross, and his head wrapped in barb wire. Teammates report that the words "Rapist" and "Sinner" were carved on his body..." "... And that his eyes and lips were painted red, with blood." "Turner's vehicle, a Black 2017 Jeep Wrangler - was found abandoned at the scene. Police are looking for any information that may aid their efforts in solving this terrible case." She paused, staring into the camera as her words fed into the lives of millions of Oregon residents. "I'm Smitha George, reporting LIVE for KVAL-13 News." The clip ended.

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On My Way Home (One-Shot) (Bucky x Reader)

Prompt: “Could I request 6, 7 and 10 please? Some angst but fluff and humor too :)” ~ Requested by @thatbitchsaidhi

6. “I tried to tell her that, but she wouldn’t listen to me.”

7. “Why did you have to be so reckless? You could have been killed.”

10. “I can’t lose you, you’re all that I have.”

Summary: After Natasha and Wanda insist on taking you out to the bar, you decide to walk home drunk. Bucky starts to worry when you do not come home for a while, and goes out to find you. 

Warnings: Language, some angst, and implied smut? Maybe. But Floofiness

“C’mon y/n. Let’s have a girl night.” Natasha whined into your phone. 

“Nat, I want to be home with Bucky. He just got back from a mission.” You said to her. You and Bucky got married after 8 wonderful months together. Now, all you ever wanted to do was be with him, but he was called on missions numerous times, so you rarely got to be with him.

“Well, so didn’t I! Why am I not getting the love?” Nat asked sarcastically.

You giggled into the phone. “Because you are not my husband.” You looked over to Bucky who was sitting on the side of you, reading a book.

Nat giggled back. “I still don’t know how the hell you two ended up together. Don’t get me wrong, I love you guys, but seriously....is it the metal arm?” 

You chuckled. “No, it isn’t. Although that metal arm can do wonders.” You reminisced about the times you and Bucky shared heated moments in bed. You gave a wink to Bucky, who chuckled back and wiggled his eyebrows.

Nat gagged on the other line. “Ew, gross!!!! Please keep your sex life with Barnes to yourself. In all seriousness, y/n, you really should come with me and Wanda.” 

You sighed and looked over to Bucky, who was peacefully reading his book. “I-I don’t know Nat. Let me ask him. Hold on a sec.” You covered the speaker on your phone and turned to Bucky. “Hon, Nat and Wanda really want me to go out with them tonight. Is that ok? I know you really wanted to stay in for the night, believe me I do too. But...”

He placed a hand on your thigh. “Y/N, it’s ok. Go have fun with your girls. You’ve been working hard, treat yourself.” You sighed and still felt bad. You pouted, “But I really want to be with my hubby.” Bucky chuckled and set down his book. He picked you up carefully and placed you in his lap. Tracing patterns on your arms, he said to you “Doll, really I’m fine. Just know that when you get back....there will be something waiting for you.” He winked and kissed your shoulder. 

You smiled and removed your hand from the speaker. “Nat, you still there?”

“Uh, duh. Still waiting for you to get your mouth away from Barnes.”

You giggled. “You’re too much. *sigh* Ok, I’m coming.” 

You heard Nat scream. “YAY!!!!! Oh my gosh, we are going to have SO much fun. Wear something nice and I’ll swing by to pick you up at 7:30.” 

“Sounds great, Nat. Bye.”

“Bye girlie.”

Groaning, you hung up and tossed your phone on the table in front of you. You rubbed your neck and laid your head on Bucky’s lap. “Everything ok, Babe?” He pulled his fingers through your ponytail, making you sigh in contentment. “Yea, I guess. It’s just that whenever I go out with Nat, there is always drinking involved.” He chuckled. “Y/N, with Nat there is always drinking.” 

You sat up from his lap and stood up. “I guess. Well, I’ll go get ready. The girls will be here in a little bit.” He stood up with you and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “Mmmkk. Love you.” You smiled back at him. “Love you too.”

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“DAAMMMNNN girl! You looked sexy.” Nat cooed. You were wearing a sleek black dress (This one) that you wore on your first date with Bucky. “Oh stop, Nat. You’re making me blush.”  You got into the back seat and were soon speeding away.

When you arrived at the bar, your stomach felt uneasy. The last time you were at a bar with Nat, you were trying to pick up guys and got very drunk. Now since you were married, you felt weird flying solo (w/o Bucky) to a bar. You didn’t realize Nat and Wanda were already out of the car, until they knocked on your window. “Come on.” Wanda mouthed.

The bar was darkly lit with a bunch of bums lined up at the counter. You, Nat, and Wanda walked swiftly over to the counter. You began to feel a little self-conscious in the dress. “And what can I get you gorgeous ladies?” The bartender asked you all. He was young and very handsome. “We will all take a round of shots.” Nat told him with a wink. 

You plopped on a stool, along with the Wanda. You turned to look around in the bar and caught a gentleman staring at you. He had a perverted look in his eyes. Closing your eyes, you hoped he did not walk over to you. To your disappointment, he did. “Why, hello beautiful. Haven‘t you gotta date?” He slurred his words and he reeked. You held up your left hand and smirked. “Sorry, buddy. I’m married.” He blinked his eyes a few times. “Fair enough. At least let me buy you a drink?” Sighing, you nodded.

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10 shots later along with a few beers, you were giggling and hiccupping with Nat. “And then he was like, ‘that’s not my mama, its yours!” You joked, obviously meaning nothing by it since you were beyond hammered.

Nat laughed hysterically at your terrible joke. She looked at her watch and hiccupped. “Whoaaaaaa, y/n. Its late girly, you gotta get home righttttt?” Her words were slurred and sluggish. 

You giggled and took one last sip of your beer. “Oh yeaaa, I’m a married WOMAN!” You giggled more and waved your left hand in the air. “Why don’t I call my hubby dubby?” You fumbled with your purse and dialed your house phone. 

“Hey doll, you having fun?”

You giggled. “Hey BUCKARONI! I’m having so much fun. But I’m not drunk...no siree BOBBY!!!!!” You giggled and Nat giggled along with you.

Bucky sighed. “Babe, you’re drunk. Stay there and I will pick you up.” 

You hiccupped. “SSSOOKKAY Bucky baby. I am SO sober to go homey womey.” You hung up your phone and zipped your purse. You looked at Nat who was ordering yet another beer. “I headin’ home Natty. Byyyyeeee!” You waved and slid off your stool, stumbling over your feet.

The cool air hit your bare skin, making you shiver. Your vision was blurry, but you insisted on walking home. You kept stumbling, being under the influence of alcohol, and had no idea where you were going. Turning down an alley, you heard footsteps behind you. “Hey there gorgeous.” A man with a hood started to walk towards you. You couldn’t see his face at all.

You felt your body tense and begin to sober up. “Sorry sir, but my-my husband will be here.” You fumbled over your feet as you tried to walk faster. He grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall of a building. “You’re not going anywhere babe.” Just before he was about to pull down your dress, bright lights shone down the alley. You heard a car door slam.

“BACK AWAY FROM MY WIFE!” It was Bucky. He picked the guy up effortlessly and threw him against the wall. “You keep your slimy hands off of my wife. Go find another dame to rape.” Bucky released the man, and he ran away quickly.

Bucky walked over to you, who was shivering. “Y/N?! What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you have to be so reckless? You could have been killed. Or better yet raped.” He picked you up bridal style and carried you to his car. You began to sob. “I’m so sorry Bucky, I was stupid. It has been so rough with work, I thought the drinks would help.” Placing you down in the passenger seat, he kissed your forehead. “It is okay, doll. Just-I can’t lose you, you’re all that I have. You are my everything and if something happened to you, I would never forgive myself.”

You wiped away your tears and swore you looked like a wreck. “I love you Bucky, and I’m so sorry.” He closed your door and walked around to the driver side. Getting in, he grabbed your hand in his and interlocked your fingers. “Let’s go home, baby. And I’ll treat you to a nice bath.” You smiled at his offer and placed your head on his shoulder as he drove away from the alley.

His phone buzzed and he answered immediately. “Hey Steve!---Yea she’s fine.---I tried telling her that but she didn’t listen, and I found her in an alleyway.---It’s all good. -----Okay, bye.” He hung up. “Steve was worried about you.” You didn’t respond, just looked out the window. Finally you spoke. “Why are you still with me after twice I’ve done this?” He looked over to you and sighed. “Because, doll, when I decided I wanted to marry you, I was making a commitment that I would protect you and love you no matter what.” He squeezed your hand and looked back to the road.

You smiled and leaned to kiss him on the cheek. “I love you Mr. Barnes.” He chuckled. “I love you too, Mrs. Barnes.”

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