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wifey-ohara · 1 year ago

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ok ok I got an idea

what if Miguel ohara found an orphan who was a spider and decided to raise her🥺

I love this sm🥺🥺🥺

Under my wing

Fatherfigure! miguel&spidy!teen!Fem! Reader

Notes: some angst at the start but the rest is fluffy, good dad miguel, distrustfull reader at first, road trip writing, hcs and drabbles, can you tell i can't write good father figures? That's bc mine doesn't like emotional support:) not proof read

💙Miguel was fighting off an anomaly with some other spider people, shouting orders left and right, when he ordered some feral-looking spider and she went exactly against his order which he was gonna follow them, save her and then scold her about being reckless

🩵but then he noticed that that specific spider was not from his team

💙he saw her swing forward, hit the anomaly with both legs, knocking it off it's feet, and he took that chance and tied it up with webs

🩵she did a couple flips and landed, looked back, and miguel could feel her intense stare at him

💙he was about to call out for her, and maybe even invite her to the spider society

🩵With a roll of your eyes and a "tsk" you jumped forward, swinging away

💙when miguel returned, he searched up your earth and information about you

🩵he found out that you only a teenager living a double-life, been bitten by a spider as a child, and that your parents were your canon and that you're alone in there

💙so he visits your earth a lot to check on you

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~you said goodbye to your friend and watched them disappear from your sight, leaving you with that uncomfortable feeling of eyes on you, you felt this way alot ever since those many spiders appeared the other day

With a sigh you walked over the little abandoned apartment complex you lived in, put your back pack there and put on your spider suit to patrol the streets

Miguel on the other hand, he only got more protective of you and needing to keep you safe as he watched from afar

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🩵you didn't see miguel again until another gaint anomaly destroyed your home

💙you were just taking the sight in, the rubble, the dust, the destruction, another home crumbling before your own eyes, and again you couldn't save it, so you just stared at it, thinking what stuff of yours survived,probably none

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You sighed, deeply, then, your spidey senses were ringing in your head, you turned around, ready to fight whoever it is, pulling down your mask

It was that big spider-man, and you felt uneasy about his stare, but you pulled your mask off anyway

" what" you attacked,no actual violence in your voice, you were so tired, and now even more homeless then before

"you're looking at the apartment complex a little too long" he answered, calm, yet somehow knowing? You hated that

"yeah well i lived there" you rolled your eyes

"it looks abandoned?" he inquired yet teased, you hated the brain games he's playing

"i never said others do, also cut the crap, what do you want" you snapped weakly

"ok" he lifted his forearms in front of him "i noticed that your are most times alone, and homeless as it turns out and i wanted to invite to the spider society" he offered

You were quiet for a moment

"so it was you" you yelled, annoyed "why the fuck were you stalking me like that, was it so hard to

talk to me?"

"no but i need to know you before inviting people into my society" he reasoned

With a scoff you asked "what's this- pfft- i don't know spider group thing?"

"a society from people just like you from other universes, team up and fight off what might be in the way of the smooth running of multi-verse, seeing your circumstances, i think you'd like it" he adviced.

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🩵And boom! You→in spider society!!

💙you sticked to miguel's side most time, he didn't mind one bit

🩵you'd sit in his office while he works, scrolling on your phone/tablet (or whatever you like) that miguel got you despite you arguing that he didn't have to

💙"I've seen the kids carrying them around, i think its important to y'all or something " he argues,knowing damn well that its a luxury thing

🩵you get him lunch everyday and you two eat it together, talk about stuff and all that father/daughter all that good stuff

💙you two joke around lots too! You'd crack a joke and he'll chuckle and add to it until you're crying laughing

🩵you join him on most missions, its more of you swinging and playing around and helping whenever you can, and he actually fights it off

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"oh my god!" you yelled when he stopped beside you "are you spider man!?" you asked him, acting like a fan girl who just saw her dream idol

His wide eyes turned into an eye roll at you as he swung away again

You laughed about to get down from the wall you were clinging on, when it broke with some force, knocking you down

A surprised noise tore off your throat as you fell down, you turned around, your back facing the ground, looking for something to web yourself to

On the other hand, miguel felt the life leave his body

He's losing A daughter, again, he couldn't let that happen

He swung to you, wrapping you in red webbing just as you webbed yourself to another building, he pulled you up to him and held you

"are you ok!" he checked frantic, looking you over for the smallest cut

"I'm fine" you smiled "it just caught me off guard "

He sat you both on a surface, gears turning in their head, then he took a deep breath "go back to HQ" he told you, voice gentle

"what? Why!?" you asked, surprised by his offer

"just do what i say.. Please" he pleaded

"alright.." you argeed, releasing his arms as they lowered from your shoulders

Stepping back, clicking a few bottoms on your watch, making a portal appear behind you

"be safe!" you said, before stepping into it

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💙you two didn't talk about that day since

🩵you of course knew about his daughter and past

💙 that day, he acted weird, and you just thought that it was because he had a long day

🩵he became more protective of you, not letting you go to as many missions as before, it annoyed you a bit but you chalked it up to you being reckless and careless and he couldn't have you fucking up missions

💙he'd call you things like "mija" or "niña" yk indearments and cutesy stuff like that

🩵you're so petty most times, and you like to get under his skin so you and lyla gang up on him

💙he doesn't like hobie being around you, but you do, soo that's that..

🩵he teaches you (mostly technology) stuff and answes all your questions

💙after a year and some months, you gave him "the best father" gift card on Father's Day and he went home and cried about it

🩵after that he became even softer (somehow) with you

💙"I'm proud of you"s and "good job kid"s were a reaccuring

🩵he asked to move in with him from the HQ rooms and you agreed, and hugged him

💙he spends more time off now, with you, learning more about you hobbies and interests, cheering you on

🩵you started calling him dad, he teared up the first few times when you did, still warms his heart everytime

💙he helps you with school, and not in a "WHAT'S 5 TIMES 7 while you cry " kinda way lol

🩵he scares off any dating possibilities too

💙if you have a bad day, he'd be a lil sad that you didn't call him first thing, but he'd buy you/make you your favorite food and sits with you and listen to you ramble about it if you want, if not, he'd sit with you on the couch watching a movie

🩵he lets you do wierd things on his face ( "dad they're called face maskes!)

💙he tells you dad jokes ironically, you always roll eyes at him

🩵you're an endless supply of old man jokes ("mija I'm not even that old what the fuck")

💙so yeah,it's happy vibes all around

You guess it, next is probabs platonic hobie

#spider man: across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #miguel ohara #miguel x reader #miguel o’hara x platonic reader #miguel o'hara #platonic reader #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #spider reader

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arachnoia · 1 year ago

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holy shock ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o’hara x fem! reader (nsfw!)

a/n: literally I love you guys smmmm! i’m so glad you guys loved ‘gone’ 🥹 here’s pt 2!

again im trying new things bc im not rlly a smut writer but if y’all want smut, im down to write it! it’s j not my strong suit and y’all can prob tell.

ILL SHUT UP! ENJOY!

warnings- this has a lil nsfw, p in v, lil bit of angst, untranslated spanish, second part to gone

pt1- ‘gone’ pt3- ‘finally’

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“HE TOLD YOU HE DIDN’T YOU IN HIS LIFE? WHAT?” Peter looked at you wide-eyed and Mayday raised her eyebrows even though she has no idea what was going on. But her dad sounding shocked was enough to get a surprised reaction from her.

“Sort of…” you whispered. You kept looking at the sun’s glare, as if it had the solution to your crumbling “love life”.

“What do you think we were, Peter? What is your perspective? Why was Miguel your first thought?” You remarked. You felt your voice slightly crack from your questions thrown at Peter.

You also felt a little irrational.

You were angry too.

Not at Peter of course, but of how pathetic you think you look right now.

A slew of emotions piled onto you suddenly, all negative.

“Y/n…Aren’t you guys best friends?” His answer shocked you when it shouldn’t.

If you said yes, you wouldn’t be lying because that’s how your relationship looked like. But it’s not how it felt. It felt like something more.

“You could say that,” You said, glancing at the hyper cars from below.

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“Thank you…”

Miguel looked startled as he turned in your direction below. “For what?”

“Saving me. My thigh feels better and thank you for uh, saving me,” You yelled, smiling awkwardly. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how nervous you were from up there.

Miguel leaned his head to behind you, “What do you have there ?”

“Oh, fuck right! Uh, these are for you,” You swung up and held out a plastic white bag, plastered with “THANK YOU”s and “GRACIAS”s.

You felt so stupid.

You sounded so stupid.

He probably thought you were stupid too.

“I- uh…got you some empanadas. I know you like them from Doña Rosa’s restaurant, so…here.” Miguel’s eyebrows were raised and he chuckled. “You didn’t have to, Y/l/n.”

Stuttering? Really?

You blushed and felt nervous. He’s your best friend?? Why are you feeling this way??

You retracted your arm with the bag before Miguel grabbed your arm and sucked his teeth. “I didn’t say I wouldn’t take them now, Y/n.”

Your face felt like it was on fucking FIRE.

“Gracias hermosa,” He said smiling and snatching the bag quickly.

He said it in a teasing way, which lead you even more confused as to what the hell it meant translated.

You tilted your head in confusion, “What does that mean?”

What if he said he didn’t like them?

WHAT IF HE THOUGHT YOU SOUNDED LIKE AN IDIOT?!

He turned around and shrugged. “Means ‘thanks bud’. So thanks, bud.”

His nonchalant tone made you bite the inside of your cheek as you frowned at him, who was already opening up the bag of empanadas and munching on a fig one.

“Yeah, you’re welcome, bud.”

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“I just need time to breathe and take a minute, Peter. It’s not every day one of your best friends just tells you ‘Oh! You’re dead to me, you bastard, I hate you, I want you gone from my life!’ That just doesn’t happen,” you said, feeling an immense wave of sorrow hitting you, replacing the anger that was just there.

Peter, in his 38 years of living never ever thought he would be in this situation; giving relationship advice to his 27-year-old colleague.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?” That was the first thing to mind. As you can tell, he isn’t really good at this.

“Well yeah-“

“How did it go?”

You glared are him and your tone turned sarcastic, “How does it look like it went?”

The sky’s sunset looked beautiful. It had an array of warm and gorgeous reds, pinks, oranges, and yellows, with a hint of violet.

“Well, he blocked my number! He unfollowed me on his super duper secret Instagram-”

“Wait what? Miguel has Instagram? He’s such a…”

You laughed a bit, “…Deadkill? Why? Is it because he has the humor of an 80-year-old man? He’s not that boring, Peter. He has social media.”

“Y/n. The man says ‘Oh shock!’ Like man, just say oh shi-” Peter stopped and looked at Mayday, who was already looking up at him and was smiling cutely.

“I mean ‘oh shiitake mushrooms’…”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, “Well he cut off all communication from me! The bastard even blocked me on SPOTIFY. He deleted our shared playlist-”

“Woah. WOAH! Shared playlist? Me n MJ do that!” he gushed.

You nodded, “And he was the one who added the majority of the songs. Pinche puto.”

“Yeah, yeah. Um Y/n, hey I don’t know. Talk to him?” He said, giving you a sassy tone with his hands on his hips. ”Peter, you’re setting me up for failure…”

“It would be, you know, more real if you just talked it over. I’m not sure about the whole picture as to what happened between you two but Miguel has always been so…depressing and you really did brighten up his life to some extent.”

“Right-”

“Hey, before you start being all mopey, just talk it out. I know Miguel just wouldn’t be irrational because he’s just a very level-minded person.”

If only he was…

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“You didn’t want to laugh. But the more he dramatically moved his hips, the less control you had until you busted out cackling.

You caught him dancing to Bachata while he was washing dishes in his apartment.

Why were you in his apartment? You came unannounced to hang out, thinking he wouldn’t really care, until you walked into him dancing to his bachata playlist.

“You should definitely teach me. I see you listening to this all the time,” you said, giggling.

He jumped and turned around, giving you a scowl. “Ay dios, what are you doing here?”

You walked infront of him and put your finger against his lips, “Shh. You should definitely teach me how to dance this.”

He stopped and gazed at you for a few seconds before he went over which led you to twirling around and him having his hands resting at your hips as he helped you sway them.

You were going to probably scream into your pillow once you got home and cry since you’ve been going at this for 30 minutes.

You felt kind of bad feeling that way about your best friend, but holy-

The current song stopped and you felt his breath against your ear as he whispered, “I can hear your heart beating fast. Are you alright?”

HOLY SHOCK?

“I-“

Before you said anything, he interrupted you just studying your facial features. He studied your lips, nose, beauty marks. The silence was then caught off by him kissing you.

You felt your heart stop for a second before you returned the kiss.

He pulled away and smiled, “I see that you didn’t try to stop me, hermosa.”

HOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCKHOLYSHOCK

“I don’t think I should stop you,” you whispered, getting a low chuckle from him before he carried you bridal style towards his sleeping quarters and laid you on his bed. He barely came back from a mission and was still in his suit while you were in your regular clothing.

“I see, you like calling me ‘hermosa’? What does that mean?”

He smirked at you and pointed at you, “It means beautiful, just like you.”

You got up a bit from your laid position and kissed him even harder, pulling his weight on top of you as you both were drowning in each other.

“Oh fuckkk…” He groaned, squeezing your ass before he started attacking your neck, leaving you with red and purple love bites. He reached for your collarbone and stopped.

“W-Why’d you stop,” you whined. You didn’t know what to feel at this point. Here you were, with your best friend who you had a crush on, making out in his bed. Did he feel the same way? You had to pinch yourself before you could decide it was an illusion.

It wasn’t.

“I need permission. Can you-“

Before he responded, you took off your shirt and slid down your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “Continue.”

He smiled and started to play with your clit and kissed you at the same time, as you moaned in the kiss.

“F-Fuck, O’Hara-“ you moaned

It’s safe to say that you still couldn’t believe what happened next when he asked for permission again.

He pushed a button from his watch, placing it on his nightstand to reveal his almost godly sculpted body…and his very, very long member.

Your eyes couldn’t help but widen, which he noticed and chucked.

“Do you think you take it?“

“I don’t know, but I can try,” you muttered. You didn’t know what just happened with your newly found confidence but you were rolling with it.

He ripped your panties off and put a condom on. He then, aligned his erected member to your vagina and went in.

“It hurts-“ you whined before he kissed you.

“Just take it, you’re doing good right now, cariño.” He said as he moaned a bit, enjoying how tight you feel around him.

‘Cariño’…that was new.

That’s what Doña Rosa called her husband whenever he came at random times in her restaurant when the two of you were ordering empanadas.

That’s what lovers call each other, right?

It didn’t take long for you to almost pass out from his girth entering in and out, giving you a wave of euphoria and a bit of pain.

Your mind was rushing at different places, all while hearing his little grunts and moans.

You were probably going to be sore tomorrow but it’s fine.

“I’m- I’m about to-“

“Yeah, me too,” he said before you both finished, feeling him fill you up.

“Shhh, sleep. You need rest now,” he said as he kissed your forehead and your eyes fluttered. He wrapped his sheets on you and patted your head. You softly smiled. It smelled like him and it smelled so good.

You recall him putting on some clothes and leaving, but thought he would come back.

You realized he didn’t when you woke up.

The only thing he left was a note on the other side of the bed you laid on, telling you that he felt every emotion opposite for love towards you. He wanted you to be gone from his life.

All you could do was just stare at a wall and cry.

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“Peter…are you sure that talking to him in person would help? I’m just-“

“Nervous? Yeah I get it. When me and MJ had our troubles, it’s always best to talk it out. Look at me now!”

“Peter, I’m looking at you and all I see is a middle-aged man in a superhero costume with a pink bathrobe, raccoon eyes, and a baby.”

Peter glared at you and rolled his eyes, “Wow I’m offended-“

You put up your arms, “Hey I’m sorry but that’s what I saw!”

“Mhm? Well, just talk to him. If he told you that in person-“

“He didn’t…”

Peter fumed, “Stop interrupting meeeee! Alright. That makes more sense then, honestly.”

You raised your eyebrow, “What do you mean by that?”

"What exactly did he do?"

You stared at him blankly, "He wrote a note.”

Peter scoffed and smiled cockily, “Miguel isn’t the type to do that stuff in writing!”

You cocked your head towards Peter, “And? What are you trying to say?”

Peter chuckled, “He didn’t mean it! That’s what it meant!”

You felt like your brain cells might have died from the statement Peter made.

What the fuck?

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yeah idk what I just wrote either.

tags ❤️‍🔥 (some don’t work and i’m so sorry 😭)

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freshbakedbreadstick · 1 year ago

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No. 1 Party Anthem - Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader - Chapter Five

Past!Mikey Berzatto x F!Reader

Carmy Berzatto x F!Platonic!Reader

Richie Jerimovich x F!Platonic!Reader

Summary: The past seems to repeat itself and this awful memory seems to provide some much needed context to your actions.

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of the content. Heavy spoilers. Mentions of death, funerals, toxic relationships, grief, angst, strained relationships, minor injuries, arguments/yelling matches, details of anxiety/panic attacks, bad coping mechanisms, mental health issues, running away, addiction, interventions. This is literally just pure angst again im so sorry (not really (: ).

Word Count: 5k (sorry, she is a long one!)

A/N: I wrote this while procrastinating packing to move into my dorm LOLLL i move in a few days but im too anxious to even start packing <3 anyways this one is another heavy one and a long one too, so fun ! I hope you all enjoy because she was surprisngly difficult to write and edit bc my imposter syndrome and chronic perfectionism is out to get me ! ! Have a slay n gay day ily all !

Taglist: @marysucks-blog @shinebright2000 @jadeittic

MASTERLIST

It was a cold and cloudy day in March, fitting for a funeral. There was snow on each corner of the sidewalk, partially melted, but the cold air that made your lips burn when you stepped outside threatened more snowfall to come.

Today marked two weeks since you got the phone call that changed your entire life.

It was only two weeks after Mikey was found dead on the State Street Bridge and they already got him ready to be put into the ground.

You stared out the window, silent, and watched the life that occurred outside. A man helped his son get out of their car, both in matching hats and scarves, a teen with a backpack passed by with their friends, laughing and jumping, a tree swayed, leaves still gone.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you ready?”

You didn’t respond.

Your father placed his hand onto your shoulder, “Are you ready?”

You sighed, letting your breath fog up the cold window pane in front of you.

Most days, you sat on the only wooden dining chair that was saved from your and Mikey's apartment and looked outside the window. You noticed things you normally took for granted, like the view of snowfall during sunset and the way the trees swayed when a gust of wind blew.

Finally, you stood up, feeling your dad's hand slip off your shoulder. You didn't bother to smooth out your black dress, letting the wrinkles set in the fabric. Meanwhile, the stockings you wore under pinched you as you moved, but you didn’t care enough to adjust them either.

"Yea…” you responded at last, voice thick and scratchy.

Your parents mumbled quietly to each other as they locked the door, stealing not so subtle glances over to you as you stood in the middle of the path down the front door, looking at the now empty street.

Everyone around you just seemed to keep on asking you the same question: "Are you ready to…" but you didn't know. You didn't know if you were ready to face death. But you did know that you felt no panic, sadness, guilt, fear, anger, happiness, or… anything really.

‘I guess it’s better to feel nothing than something,’ you thought to yourself.

“Let’s get in the car now, okay?”

You looked over to your mom, who approached you and gently grabbed your forearm, starting to lead you to your parents’ car. But you dug your heels into the ground making your mom jump as she suddenly jerked back.

“I want… I want to drive myself.”

Your mother looked at you, eyes pleading. She then glanced at your dad, who softened and sighed.

“Sweetie, i don’t think that is a good idea-”

“Please… i just… I need some time alone before I go in…”

Your parents shared a glance before your mom slowly loosened her grip on your arm. You slowly began to walk away from her, pulling your arm out of her grip.

“We’ll follow you,” your dad said, voice steady but still anxious.

You nodded and headed towards your car. The thought of being alone terrified you in general since the news of Mikey broke, but having a small moment alone in the car sounded heavenly after not being left physically alone, at all, for the past two weeks. You didn’t sleep alone, eat alone, or even shower alone; someone was always there either right next to you or right outside the door. While it was nice to have people around you during this time, you started feeling suffocated and pitied rather than supported.

The drive was silent. You didn’t bother to turn on the radio or take off your thick coat or even play any of the cds Mikey had burned for you as teenagers like you normally did. Nothing was normal anymore anyways, so why bother?

But regardless, the silence was, in some way, comforting. It granted you the smallest bit of breathing space you knew you needed before you would face death itself.

After parking outside the funeral home, you sat in your seat. The car was off and it was silent as you sat there, not feeling particularly anything, just sort of numb. And for the first time in a while, you felt like you would be okay. It didn’t hurt anymore, just felt numb, and that seemed like progress to you.

A knock outside your window made you jump and turn around. You expected to see your mom or your dad waiting for you, but was surprised to see Richie instead.

You cleared your throat and rolled your shoulder back, holding your head up high like you normally did, before you got out.

As you started to step out, you smiled at him, “Well don’t you look fine as a peach.”

Richie smiled softly for a brief second before it fell back down into a frown that made the wrinkles around his mouth deepen. He looked unwell, with heavy bags and a gaunt face, making him appear sick.

While you analyzed him, he did the same for you. He scanned your face and body, seeing the way you continued to be the person he knew you as, even during a time in which nothing made sense anymore for anyone. Your shoulders were square and your head was high, making you look less like a grieving girlfriend and more like a CEO. This made him shiver.

But regardless, he held his hand out for you to take, helping you up and out of your car. As you locked your car, he began to talk.

“Drove here alone?” he said, voice gravelly.

“Yea… I needed to be alone.”

He nodded silently. He then took your hand, still in his own, and wrapped it around his arm. He led you to the sidewalk, toward the funeral home, steps slow and purposeful.

“Everyone is here but you… you don’t have to talk to anyone, okay? If anyone bothers you, come to me.”

You chuckled dryly, “Thanks, but don't worry about me. I know this is hard for you too.”

Before he could retaliate to your words, you cleared your throat and walked a little faster.

You watched as your parents, who were up ahead of you, greeted Natalie and Pete. You saw the way they moved inside after speaking to her, as if stuck in mud, around the sister of the man you loved.

They both briefly turned back to look at you, eyes watering and drooping, before anxiously disappearing into the awaiting crowd of family members.

You paused, making Richie also pause beside you, turning to look at you. He saw the way your eyes scanned up the bricks of the building and then back down to the wilted ferns in pots next to the front doors. Your eyes, for a brief second, filled with tears, making him open his mouth before shutting it upon seeing you blink them away.

You cleared your throat and began to move again, seemingly fine, until your heels began dragging on the pavement. So Richie silently moved his arm up to support you and looked away, staring off to the side. He didn't want you to see the way his eyes had started to tear up as he saw through your facade.

Natalie had focused her gaze on you just after your parents left, face in a permanent concerned frown that made her look more like a mother than anything else, before nodding softly to you, “Hi sweetie… are you ready?”

Were you ready?

“I just…” you began, mouth drying up the second you began to talk.

Natalie nodded at you anxiously, reaching over to take your hand in her own. The calluses she had from years of cleaning up after everyone rubbed soothingly into your own hand.

You shrugged, “...I just feel numb.”

Beside her, Pete winced. Natalie shot him a small glare before softening up as she turned back to you, “It’s okay, you're free to stay out here if you need some space, okay? Whatever it is that you need, let us know and we can help…”

Wordlessly, you rubbed your thumb into her hand and turned to look inside the hallway. A couple family members had already spotted you, their once staring gazes averting themselves from your frame as they noticed you caught them watching. Hushed voices that whispered to one another died down to either silence or near silent whispers as they stole glances at you and Richie walking inside.

You turned and gave Natalie a small smile, "Don't worry about me, are you doing ok-"

"Oh, there you are!!!!" A voice interrupted you, exclaiming loudly.

You reeled around to the noise and made eye contact with Donna, who was pushing through the crowd and rushing forward to you. Fast.

Your eyes widened.

Too fast.

Her body was a blur as she approached you.

Like a bullet.

In an instant, that moment of breathing space you had in the car disappeared and all that numbness flew out the window, being replaced by intense panic.

The room started to spin, making your eyes widen as she stood in front of you, speaking what seemed to be gibberish.

"Shit," Richie mumbled, but his voice was invisible to you.

All you saw was Donna, hair wild and clothes wrinkled. Her hands moved wildly as she talked, voice so loud in your ears that it felt like your eardrums would pop.

"Mom!" Natalie yelped beside you, finally taking you out of the trance you were in by pushing her body in between you and Donna.

Donna gasped, speaking hushed but angrily at Natalie, "Natalie, what are you doing? Don't you see I'm trying to talk to her- What do you mean I'm overwhelming her?! She's fine, if she had a problem, she would tell me, isn't that right?"

You saw her peek over Natalie's shoulder, eyes searing a hole into your face, "Right?"

Your throat tightened.

"Donna, how about we go ahead and sit so the services can start, okay?" Your mother had rushed over and behind Donna, putting her hands on the erratic woman’s shoulders before steering her away from you.

Your mom cast you a concerned glance as she redirected Donna away from you, letting her blabber on and on to her about the decor being different and the beautiful flowers they got set up for the service.

But all you did was stare back, breaths staggered and eyes focusing back only to see all eyes on you.

Natalie let out a shuddered wheeze, taking the initiative to redirect everyone watching into the room where the services would be taking place. Slowly, their eyes turned away.

"You ok?" Richie's voice seemed to finally register in your brain.

You whipped your head to him, "Uhm yea… are you?"

In front of him, he saw the way you rearranged your body language back to its "normal state". Your shoulders rolled back again and your head was held high. But this time, your face was blank and did nothing to show emotion.

Richie nods, "Let’s just, uh, wait until everyone goes in, ok?"

You took a shallow breath and blinked your eyes, adjusting to the dim, warm lighting of the building. The entire place felt warm from the artificial fireplace on the left wall, facade made of rich brown oak. The furniture matched in wood, feeling dated but comforting, like a grandmother's house. It made the panic in your body slowly melt away, being replaced by the numb feeling again.

You looked at the yellowish-orange patterned wallpaper and brown wood trimming on the walls and snickered to yourself, catching Richie's attention.

"This place looks like a small, hole in the wall restaurant that's maintained by a family. Mikey loves this kind of family style decor…"

Richie squeezed his eyes shut, "Yea… he does."

You watched as everyone filed into the next room, recognizing familiar faces like Fak, cousin Michelle, and Uncle Jimmy. You continued to scan the crowd, not seeing the way Natalie nodded towards Richie, signaling him to take you inside with everyone.

You let yourself be guided behind the crowd, watching everyone who knew Mikey sit down in the chairs that were set up. Donna was sitting in the front next to your parents, still talking. Beside her were empty seats. There was one, two, three, four, and five; one for you, Richie, Natalie, Pete, and Carmy.

Carmy.

You paused.

"Where's Carmy?"

Richie stopped moving and grimaced.

Next to you, Natalie linked your free arm into her own, "He uh… he might come by later."

"Did he ever respond to any of you? I sent him a photo of the service paper but he never responded to me."

"Uh…" Richie was seemingly at a loss for words.

Natalie sighed and looked at Richie before responding, "He didn't to me either. Didn't pick up any of my calls."

The panic started up again, slowly swirling deep in your belly, making you suddenly start to speak at the speed of light, "What? Why? Who wouldn't come to their brother's funeral?"

Natalie gulped, voice shaking as she tried redirecting you, "Hey sweetie, how about we go inside and then wait and see if he comes-"

"I mean, everyone tried to get in contact with him so it's not like none of us didn't try."

"Yea, your right, but maybe he is running late and was busy-"

"If he was running late he would've let us know, i know he would."

The panic made your breathing pick up, making you lightheaded as you took in gulps of stuffy, warm air. It was perfumed like flowers and mothballs, making you cough lightly.

Michelle, who was seated towards the entrance of the room, turned to you, as did a couple others, as your voice started to increase in volume. It was unbeknownst to you that you began to speak louder and louder, loud enough that people around you could overhear.

Richie said your name, stern but still worried, "Hey, take a breath and lower your volume."

"What do you mean? I'm fine?"

Natalie just shook her head, "This was a mistake, we shouldn't have forced her to come."

You jerked your head to her, "Natalie, it’s fine. Besides, I wanted to come."

Her shoulders sagged, "If this is too much for you, you are free to go-"

"Please, I'm fine!" You responded, speech getting faster and faster, "You don't have to worry about me like you're my mom."

"I know I know, but I worry about you regardless, you're my best friend!"

"Natalie, I'm okay I swear-"

Richie whisper-yelled at you two, "Let's take this back out, neither of you are okay right now."

"Richie I swear I'm fine, I just want to see my dead boyfriend in his casket!" You whisper-yelled back as you stomped a foot down.

At this point, others had begun turning to look at you. Natalie flushed, noticing the stares while Richie groaned softly, taking your arm and dragging you away from the entrance and to the front door.

"Your obviously not okay, just stand here and take some fucking breaths." Richie whispered, voice stern.

You blinked, letting yourself get pulled like a ragdoll. You stumbled as you leaned into the doorway, feeling shame set in your body.

That was a new feeling.

"I'm… i'm…" you began, blinking wildly as your face flushed and your chest tightened.

"Listen, I know this is hard but don't force yourself to do this for any one of us, okay? You can sit out here and none of us will blame you or be upset. We all have our own ways of grieving and if staying away is yours, then do it. You don't need our acceptance in order to grieve in your own way."

The tangent Richie went on felt so out of character for him that it made you go silent as you watched him enunciate every word. Natalie trailed behind him, holding onto her body with wide eyes as she too listened to his speech, both moved and confused.

With a choked breath, you responded, "Okay, I'm sorry."

Richie's tensed shoulders and furrowed brows softened. He saw the way you looked down and away from him, body drooping. For a split second, he saw through the demeanor you had been putting on since you got out of the car and saw who you really were: the grieving love of Mikey's life, terrified of what life was going to be like moving forward without him.

Natalie reached over and rubbed your arm, before turning to Richie, "It's starting, you can go in if you would like…"

Richie nodded grimly, looking at the floor for a brief second before reaching forward, taking your cheeks into his hand and giving your hairline a small peck.

"You're not alone with this… we are here."

You looked at him, a cross of confusion and relief written all over your face, making him hold back a laugh when he noticed it. Upon hearing his laugh mixed with a cough, you chuckled softly to yourself. Natalie was the only one not laughing, but still had a small smile on her face as she watched you two.

“God this is so weird, are you a wise old man now or something?” You joked, gently pushing Richie’s shoulder.

Richie snorted and looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, “Ah it’s nothing, just something i learned… don’t think it’s gonna be this way all the time!”

The three of you smiled at one another, right up until Fak interrupted the sweet moment.

“Hey guys… uh, the service is starting…”

Richie rocked his jaw, the smile he had disappearing from his face. He turned to Fak, annoyed already by him interrupting, “Listen man-”

Natalie loudly cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes at Richie for a second as a warning, making him trip up on his words.

Richie coughed again and looked away, mumbling to himself about how annoying Fak was. Natalie just rolled her eyes and turned to Fak, smiling sweetly at him.

“Thank you, we’ll join you in a sec.”

You watched them all interact with one another, some of the closest people in Mikey’s life that ended up becoming some of the closest people in your own life, but in this moment they felt so far away, emotionally and physically. The random moment of peace between you, Natalie, and Richie was fleeting and reality brought you back down to the present moment, reminding you where you were and why you were here.

Just seconds ago it felt like a regular everyday moment where the three of you talked, waiting for Mikey to turn around the corner or come in from another room and join you, smirking like he always did. He would wrap his muscular arm around you, pulling you into his side and start to joke around with Richie. He would tap Natalie on her shoulder, acknowledging her, and bring Fak over with a laugh, joining all of you together with ease. Any annoyance and discomfort would just disappear around Mikey; he just knew what to say and what to do to bring everyone, even those with differences, together.

But that would never happen again.

Mikey was dead and that would never happen again.

He would never hold you, pressing his body warmth against you, he would never kiss you, gently guiding your face with his large hand, and he would never love you, ever again.

Your body seemed to finally catch up with the cocktail of emotions you have been feeling for the past weeks and settled on one to focus on: panic.

It crawled up your throat, squeezing it in a way that made you feel as if any second now, you would be on the floor, clawing at the rug as you struggled to breathe. But you knew that as long as you didn’t let it overwhelm you, convince it that everything was ok, you would be fine.

So you were going to do anything you needed to do to not let it overwhelm you again.

“Uh, you two head in, okay? I need a second alone.” you said, making them turn to you.

With a clearing of your throat, you perked up, smiling, as if nothing that had just occurred even happened. Natalie looked at you, taken somewhat aback and concerned, but didn’t push further. Richie was the same, confused but didn’t want to say or do anything that would make you break down.

“You sure you don’t want any of us here, we are more than happy to-” Natalie began, but you interrupted her by gently moving a strand of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear.

“I’m okay, I'll join you in a second. Thank you both for being here with me.” you then brought them both into a gentle embrace, speaking clearly.

Natalie and Richie exchanged a worried glance behind your back, both struggling to put on a smile to face you when they pulled back.

Richie began to move to the room where the service had started, “Let us know if you need anything. Text us or call us or just say our name and we will be there.”

You nodded and shooed them playfully off, leaving yourself standing against the doorway. The doors of the room where service had started closed behind them with a dull thud, leaving you truly alone in the entryway of the funeral home.

Your shoulders and smile dropped, eyes glazing over as you did so. With your heart continuing to race in your chest, you had no choice but to start pacing back and forth. The panic was starting to become too much to control so you tried your hardest to count your breathing, desperate to get it back into control.

“Fuck…” you whimpered to yourself, feeling tears start to well in your eyes.

You furrowed your brows and bit your lip, hard. You didn’t want anyone to see you cry, you didn’t want to be pitied.

Suddenly, the doors opened wide, making you gasp and jump back, cold hands reaching to wipe any tears before you turned to see who was exiting.

Donna came stumbling out, shushing someone inside, before closing the doors behind her. She sniffed loudly, pushing away her hair from her face right as she locked eyes with you.

She frowned, continuing to stare at you as she walked forward to where you stood with red rimmed eyes and untouched makeup. She then moved to rifle through her purse, digging for something.

You watched her silently, feeling your bottom lip quiver as she swayed back and forth.

You continued to watch as she pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, placing the cigarette between her red painted lips and lighting it aflame. With a deep drag and smoke sigh, she finally turned away from you.

She looked outside, staring at the gray clouds and half melted snow. It was getting colder and colder as the evening progressed, making her breaths of smoke even smokier as she breathed out.

You turned, deciding that it was better to go inside than stand awkwardly around the mother of your boyfriend, whom you didn’t have the greatest relationship with. But right as you took a step, Donna called your name.

You glanced back at her, seeing her stumbling away from you but holding an unlit cigarette out. You were frozen to the spot, unsure whether or not to grab it and join her or go inside. But she seemed to answer that for you when she spoke up.

“Come on, I know you smoke. I’ve seen you and Carmy sneak out to smoke together sometimes during family dinners.”

You winced, feeling your cheeks heat up at having your behavior noticed by the one person you didn’t want to know, but moved forward to accept it regardless.

As you placed the cigarette on your lips, she reached forward and lit it for you. The deep drag you took filled your lungs, making the chilly air from outside feel much more bearable.

The two of you just stood there, side by side and silent, together, smoking.

You burned about halfway through your cigarette before Donna spoke up, making your heart stop at her words.

“You know… my son died, so I don't know why you are acting like you're the only one who is hurting.”

She threw the stub of her cigarette on the ground and stomped it with her shiny patent leather heel. With arms crossed, she looked at you and, with a low voice, she continued, “Everyone is just flocking to you and when no one gives you attention, you just make a scene and get them all back to you.”

Your entire body went cold.

“My poor Natalie is dealing with the death of her brother and all you do is make her wait hand and foot for you.”

Upon hearing this, all the fear in your body melted away and was replaced with burning hot anger. You knew her words were bullshit, but hearing her talk about Natalie like that, knowing how she treats her, made you clench your jaw.

In a surge of bravery, you retaliated, “Donna, how can you say that?”

She scoffed, “Please, stop acting like you are an angel who has done nothing wrong. You don’t have Mikey or anyone else here to protect you.”

Your mouth drops silently open letting the cig fall from your lips and to the ground, snuffing itself. You scanned her face with your fists balling against your side, seeing nothing but a smug look on her face as she ridiculed you.

With a sharp breath, you began, “You have never treated Natalie like a daughter. You're the one who made her the maid of your family. She practically raised Carmy and does everything for everyone. You made her act like an adult ever since she was a kid and, like everyone else, I had kept quiet about it for so many years just so we wouldn’t upset you. But I'm tired of it, this is the last straw.”

Donna rolled her eyes, “Oh puh-lease-”

But you interrupted her and continued, “So don’t act like you are suddenly concerned with how she is being treated, you never cared when you yelled at her over every little thing, so don’t start now.”

Donna looked at you, dropping her arms and glaring, “I bust my ass constantly for my children, I don't need someone like YOU pretending like you know everything-.”

“Donna, I've been around you since I was in elementary school. I grew up with your kids and around you. I know EXACTLY how you are.”

She clenched her jaw, eyes narrowing.

But you didn’t stand down, not anymore, “None of your children are saints, but they try so fucking hard to be the best they can be given they had you as a mother. But it’s not like you would ever see that, huh?”

“All Mikey ever did was stress out, because of you! He tried to self medicate with pills and drugs and got addicted, because of you!” Donna suddenly screeched, quickly trying to divert the blame onto you.

You laughed out loud, “I’ve seen him do a couple things once or twice but Mikey was not an addict!”

Donna cackled, shaking her head furiously, “He was!! Ask Richie! Ask anyone! He was an addict, all because of you!!!”

You stepped back, eyebrows furrowing, taken aback at her words. Sure, Mikey was a bit erratic and loud, but that was his personality. He was just that type of person. And yes, he had tried a couple things before and even told you about his experience with them, but he never once did them around you or even mentioned doing them multiple times. He had vices, like smoking and having some drinks, but he wasn’t an addict.

Before you can further question, the doors were pushed open and Richie came rushing out, “What is going on?!”

You opened your mouth to respond but stopped when you heard Donna sob.

You flipped your head around to look at her but were greeted by a sight that made all that panic come barreling toward you again, replacing the anger. Donna was curled into herself, clutching onto her arms, with fat tears rolling down her face. Her sobs shook her body so violently that Richie rushed over and wrapped his arms around her to steady her.

"What happened!?" Richie repeated, voice softer this time but just as worried as before.

He looked at you with wide eyes as Donna sobbed, barely speaking through her gasps, "I tried to be the best mother for my children. I don't need you blaming me for my mistakes on the day of my son's funeral."

As you watched her speak, your veins filled with ice. Only one phrase repeated in your head over and over as Richie looked between the two of you with wide eyes, ‘You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave. You fucked up, you need to leave.You fucked up, you need to leave…’

Richie called your name, making you look at him, "What happened?"

Nothing came from your mouth but a strangled wheeze. You were frozen to the spot, pinned there by Donna's crying and Richie's stare.

You fucked up, you needed to leave.

Behind you, the door swung open again and your parents came rushing out with Natalie in tow. A couple peering eyes tried to look out from their seats inside, but the door closed on them before they could put together what was happening.

"Mom!?" Natalie gasped out, rushing forward to Donna.

Richie repeated what he said before, but you didn't hear his words. The only thing you could focus on was the way his eyes looked while staring at you, like you were a stranger.

Donna continued to speak, saying something that was drowned out from your ears, replaced by silence and the deep throb of your heart beat.

Right before your Mom could reach out to grab your arm, you spoke, "I need to leave, I need some time."

You pulled the car keys from your jacket pocket and ran.

#the bear #carmen berzatto #reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto imagine #michael berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #mikey berzatto #mikey berzatto imagine #mikey the bear #richie berzatto imagine #richie the bear #richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich #sugar berzatto #natalie berzatto

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whywoulditho · 7 months ago

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ough... sorry for jumping in when you said you're still reading stuff, i hope this doesn't come off annoying or anything! but that thing the prev anon said about timkon is... a WILD take.

tim wasn't trying to "replace" kon, he was having a grief-induced mental health spiral and was doing anything and everything to get a chance of getting his best friend back. (the "resurrection of ra's al ghul" event goes over this too - tim and dick have a short fight that ends in tim crying in dick's arms because tim was tempted to use a lazarus pit to try and bring back his dad, steph brown, and/or kon.) it's an unhealthy coping mechanism he exhibits during a period of his life where he's experienced several catastrophic losses back to back, and he's coping poorly. moreover he literally apologized to kon for trying to clone him in adventure comics (2009) #3.

also saying that kon is created as a replacement for superman is true, but acting like he never has an established character outside of "replacement for superman" or that other characters treat him as just a replacement superman, is not. in world's finest three (tim and kon's first meeting) we literally see tim initially turn to kon for backup with metallo, a superman villain, and at first he's dismayed that kon doesn't have all of superman's abilities, but over the course of the two issues, he admires kon's use of his ttk and they establish a mutual respect with each other (they both save each other's lives at the end).

and generally, kon & clark have a very positive relationship in postcrisis comics (aka the continuity that the cloning stuff with tim happens in) - if you want to see more of it, i'd rec "adventures of superman" #506 and superboy (1994) #59 and #70. kon definitely has plenty of issues, but his identity and relationship to superman aren't really the ones in question. (although i'll admit there is the caveat that kon's [lack of] superman-related identity issues is kind of soft retconned in teen titans (2003), which is where the lex luthor retcon is introduced - fun fact, luthor has nothing to do with kon initially!)

this got long i'm SO sorry - it just gets my goat when people tell straight up lies about comics to people who are just getting into reading comics 😭😭 i hope i didn't come off aggressive bc thats def not my intention but i'm sorry if i did!! and i hope you enjoy your comic journey and have fun with it overall!!!

do NOT apologize! i really appreciate this!!

i have a couple more people on my inbox yelling things like "how dare you even entertain the thought of them together!!!" i wasnt expecting to see so much passion on this subject when i first talked about it but it seems like DC comics fans have very strong opinions about that pairing hahaa

as i said in my previous reply to that anon, i really need to do my own reading before i form an opinion on the ship but your reflections seem very fair and i really appreciate the comic recommendations! and honestly, the whole reason i was interested in timkon was that their relationship seemed very complicated, and therefore very angsty, which is what i live for. so i do really understand why some people like it and some hate the idea of it. from what i've seen so far.... i like it. but i can't really speak on whether or not it is compatible with the canon dynamic of the characters. does that make sense?

also like on another note. HOW do you guys give such specific references when talking about these things?? 😭 DC universe seems HUGE and i have no clue where to start and then i see people giving like the exact issue number of events and stuff and i'm like.....HOW?? and also like. teach me. guide me. i'm lost 😭 HQJSKFKCJDJ

#anyway thanks for the explaination!!#in all honesty i enjoy how chaotic DC fans are #like why are you so obsessed with hating on a pairing?? but also i admire your dedication so much 😭#and like. this debate will probably never end and that makes me giddy #lolll #on another note my asks are STILL always open for anyone. drop that essay i'm listening #asks #timkon #discussions #DC comics #dc

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dooplissss · 7 months ago

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Long time lurker, saw your tag, go off about emmett and his gf im nosy.

thank you beloved i am kissing you if you so desire

ok. god. where do i start. ok so my oc Emmett is my newest dnd pc, he's. his life sucks so much.

my beautiful little guy had this lovely life on top of a mountain in the town of Annona, a quaint colorful place that is a bit of a tourist destination. His dad died about 8 years ago, right before his family adopted his little brother Eliseo, and so Emmett and Eliseo are really close to their mom Jazmin. They run a small restaurant together and importantly Emmett's dad was essentially the spiritual leader for the town for their goddess Mama Pallay (pal-lay), so losing him put the whole town in a bit of a tizzy. It wasn't said outloud that Emmett had to take his place but it certainly was implied, he just wasn't ready to take it up yet. Maybe someday, just not now.

Cue Marasmus, a little mushroom on the hillside that was plucked and sold at the farmers market, where Jazmin picked him up and served him to Emmett for dinner. She didn't know what would happen next, she really didn't and she's gonna seem like a bad guy but she isn't. Emmett ate this mushroom and it began to eat him alive, putting Emmett to sleep and walking and talking in his place until Emmett was barely conscious for months at a time.

Then one night at a congregation Emmett was about to feed a mushroom to his brother and it Woke Him Up, he wasn't asleep inside his body anymore. And he ran, he went home and packed his things as fast as he could only for his mom to block his way. And she knew that voice in his head, Marasmus, by name, begged Emmett to stay. Emmett escaped her grasped and ran away from home as far as he could, all while this voice in his head is yelling at him to turn back.

And he's been running ever since, while this awful thing possessing him tears him down and tells him he should feed people mushrooms that he doesn't understand the purpose of. He's done some dangerous things to get rid of this thing but nothing works, it always brings him back to life with more and more rot every time. So now he's a Pact of the Undead Warlock and hates every second of it

Then comes Yulissa, this lovely 6'6 deer firbolg who is so sweet to him. They run an errand together where she accidentally gets dunked into the ocean and Emmett offers her his gloves and she's immediately like. Oh. This man is so sweet. I think I'm a little in love with him. and Emmett (and me) is completely oblivious to this until later on he divulges some of his story and Yulissa promises she's here for him, he's not alone anymore, and he instantly falls in love against his better judgement. he has nothing he can give to her but she doesn't ask for anything other than to like her, not even love her just tolerate her and he can't help being head over heels for her

And now it turns out Yulissa is supposed to be a human sacrifice and over his already dead body will that happen, he's gone from so woe-is-me to I need to save her and I'll do anything it takes to get there, we will get our happy ending, I need her to see her worth just as she sees the worth in me. also they are purple and yellow bc i love complementary couples so much and they just AUGH

like he's basically a shambling corpse thats slowly rotting away and this person sees him and says 'I'm going to protect you, you've been through enough, let me help you' when all he's heard in his ear is consume consume consume i'm. i'm crazy about them. i could go on and on and on and i sure have i'm just having such a fun time with them. and it helps that the friend i'm playing in the space with is so fun and always has such brilliant ideas about them and we're just circling each other around this sweet little ship that could and i'm just having blast ok post over

#ask #anon #thank you for letting me be crazy about them for a sec #yulett #emmett

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halestrom · 1 year ago

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Oh, oh! 😧/📓/🃏 for Angsty John!

😧 What are you worried about with this fic?

So, I started writing this because I've never really written true angst, and I was in a negative headspace bc I was tired and so I wanted to try it. And so I just sat down, and started writing it and as a result, I feel like I'm being mean and I'm not used to it, and it did help, so then I drew it back a little bit. So mostly, at this point I'm worried that it's a bit of an 'easy' fix, I say as if I don't have like 20k moreish to write. Maybe more.

And, it deals with John post canon and what I consider to be him in a depression, but its not something I have experience with and so that's always complicated. Because I know its not a one and done fix, and so I want to make sure that comes across that john might be better, but it's something he's always going to have to watch out for.

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'It was hard to communicate with your wife when you wanted your best friend.'

🃏 Wildcard, dealer's choice: share a snippet, a thought, a concern, a feeling, anything you like!

So, one thing I also wanted to address in this fic was how poorly I think Jennifer was handled in season 5, especially when she turned into nothing more than a trophy, and I am kinda loving her in this, shes coming into her own and a lot sassier and settled. And I like it? Even if a lot of it happens in the background.

And while, overall this story is about John, it's also about everyone else because they all make the decision to save John and just go when he's in trouble. And this bit is from a moment between Rodney and Jennifer as they're getting ready to save John and I just really really like it.

Also, Jennifer and John end up as super bitchy friends to each other and its fine.

Jennifer sighed. “I,” she stopped and shook her head. “Listen. When we were doing all of those dinners and going out, you were so nice, and I was nice as well because we had to be to all of those people, but then as soon as we were beamed back you started yelling at people—”

“—I’m not going to yell at you,” Rodney interrupted.

Jennifer held up a hand, stopping him from talking. “I know, and I appreciate that. I do. But it’s not that you were yelling it’s that suddenly you seemed more like you than you had been.”

Rodney opened his mouth, wanting to argue against the point but Jennifer stopped him with a look he had never seen before outside of the moments when people had been injured and she had been in her element. Directing everything around her so people got the treatment as quickly as they could.

“And the thing is, I want that for me,” Jennifer said, crossing her arms in front of her chest and lifting her chin. “I…look. You’ve met my Dad. He’s got some old-fashioned ideas about everything.”

Rodney nodded slowly, remembering the interrogation her Dad had given him when he had met the man for the first time. If Rodney hadn’t spent the better part of his life working for General’s he would’ve caved under the man’s direct, no-nonsense questions. “What does that have to do…?”

Jennifer shook her head. “I don’t want to get married. I don’t want to give up my career to become a stay-at-home Mom.”

Rodney frowned. “I’d never ask you to do that.”

That got Jennifer to smile and step closer, resting a hand on Rodney’s arm. “I know, and it’s one of the things I love about you. But the problem is I want to focus on my job, especially if I get to keep it on Atlantis. And I want to focus on my research because I really think I have a shot at helping you guys defeat the wraith. I want to do the things that I love, and it’s not fair to either of us to wait around and see if you like the version of me that I also like.”

#ask meme

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trueoathbreaker · 1 year ago

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Im watching a video on mmos and i wanted to talk about my experiences with the genre for the past like 2 decades

I first got into mmos with toontown back when it was all over tv

My parents paid for an account for me and my sibling to share and my dad had his own account

I played a whole bunch of toontown but i avoided a lot of things....i was barely in double digits....stuff like cog buildings and the factory (back when there was like...1) scared me...heck i still tend to avoid them when i go back to ttr (and bc i have zero social skills so i suffer in solo)

My first TRUE mmo was maplestory....i never got far tho i leveled up a few times and got to like the elf area and had someone try to trade me but again i was just a confused 11 year old at the time....idk how mmos work! I still played them!

Theres a bunch of mmos id get into during middle school and into hs but never for too long....i was like a grandma with a cell phone....idk what im doing im just hitting things and running around the first area

I have a friend who id play some of these with back then but even then i didnt know what i was doing

At this point in my life and its only been 28 years of being alive....most of these memories are fuzzy...

I remember always being magic classes until i got one with a gunner...i thought wow thats cool!

My friend always did way more in these games than i did....

And then there was one particular mmo....i had gotten into with a different friend in hs....

Tera

Now my first jump into tera was short lived (in 2013) bc i had a laptop not made to play such a demanding game and i barely saw past lumbertown for years. I shelved tera and had a small burst of playing mmos during this time from new to old

For....whatever reason i dont remember

My previous friend got me to hop back into tera in 2015

And that

Was the start of my true mmo years

Every other mmo i clueless played barely getting anywhere for a few months to playing talesrunner a few times to whatever mmo i wanted to try that gave me a virus once and i very shakily saved my computer from it (probably)

Didnt matter

Here we are back in tera 2 years later and its all different and would only get more different the more i played....i deleted the like 3 characters i had barely used bc their names were trash and i made a new archer named deed

And we had a blast (and i had a third friend join us for some time but we dont talk about him anymore ok ok)

I dont remember how or when

But i had found an mmo coming soon with a closed beta upcoming

Blade and soul

My first time playing blade and soul.....was awful

I was on yet another laptop that could not handle the game....i gave up at the first world boss area bc i had worn the pvp outfit not knowing it was a pvp outfit (whoops) and was basically stun locked into death by strangers bc my poor computer was too slow to handle it

Despite that i bought the founders pack and walked back into the earthern realm with my blade dancer magmia

Who i promptly disgarded to play with my friend on iksnanun

And seeliewood was born

And the rest they say

Is mostly recorded on this blog for your viewing pleasure

Blade and soul to this day is still one of the best experiences ive had in an mmo despite it all despite the games jank despite it taking me months to actually DO non story content bc i had new friends who dragged me with them besides doing the first two dungeons over ans over bc i was a scared baby of 20something despite the absolutely wild people ive met and friendships lost and stupid things ive said and done and times i got my butt kicked by mushin

Its about my friends still letting me try the scary raid with them after i have an embarrassing meltdown down in front of them and a bunch of strangers

Its sitting down for hours in a dungeon just to talk bc no one is gonna yell at us to get out

Its watching a whole raid stop and watch a rare item vanish bc one of u thinks its the ugliest outfit in the world and she paid us to throw it out

Its roping people in to farm pirate princess or black ice for months until they finally drop

Its not about reaching the best gear to do the newest raid that kills you for looking at it funny

Its about a game that introduced me to my gf @shironuri

And while i have had a lot of other mmos following some lasting longer than others including a third return to tera

Most are short lived

I don't stay as hooked on some mmos or i fall back into my rapid pick up and put down way of playing games in general

Many mmos are shutting down or mobile only or have specs past my nearly 10 year old pc that i do not have the money to replace

I'm back to staying away from socializing and many of my friends have moved on or have no time for these games anymore (or they're all in ff14 which i technically own but.... you know)

So many mmos i played only a few years ago are just gone or out of my computers power to play (id love to try and get pso2 to work again but i only played on jp and that takes a HUGE amount of time to set back up)

On that note i realize there's a lot of games i play that should go on this blog but i just haven't

Like other social sims

Yall want my vrchat screens??? Eh probably not theres like 2 active followers yall probably see this on my main enough

#this is the feeling of being in a room after a party #going back to your school after you graduated

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not24opposumsinatrenchcoat · 8 months ago

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I will claw my way out

Yellowjackets x TLOU ~ Ellie and reader

Uhhh this is just a teaser really, I haven’t finished the rest of the first full chapter but consider this kind of a prologue.

So basically this is just YJ but with TLOU characters as the team. Nothing super heavy in this chapter but if you have seen YJ you know what happens. This is a year before the plane, so Junior year for Ellie and the reader. Uhhh so yeah, idk how to post on here I don’t really know the etiquette but I’m trying to figure it out so plz be patient 🙏. Also the uploading schedule will be very very unscheduled bc of class work and work and family stuff so please have patience with me.

Small tw: smoking, alcoholism

BEFORE YOUR READ PLEASE GO TO THE LINKS IN THIS POST AND SUPPORT PALESTINE IN ANY WAY YOU CAN!-> 🍉

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1995, junior year

Me and Ellie had decided to come over to my house and smoke, not an uncommon occurrence. We were always in one another’s day to day life, whether it be meeting in the halls between classes, or playing on the field, or hanging out for lunch or after school… It was like you couldn’t walk into a room where one was without the other.

My dad (whom was more like a demanding roommate) was far too busy drunk and passed out with whatever channel his hazed fingers had slipped onto and chosen in a blissful urgency, to notice us slipping inside.

I cracked the door open, it was about 8pm so he sound be asleep by now. Sure enough, he laid on the couch with a couple beer cans and a bottle of whiskey next to him on the floor.

I lived in a small house with 2 bedrooms, a single bathroom, and 1 tv. It was always cluttered, my dog I had begged my dad for on hands and knees left hair everywhere. Nowadays he was just an old beagle who slept on the floor. If a burglar were to break in Buckley would most likely roll over and beg for food to feed his bulging gut.

The house was creaky, always with the whir of the swamp cooler, or wind creaking the old wood, or the beep of some broken electronic. Or maybe it was yelling from my dad, or the dog barking, or the tv blasting. In all the noise Ellie was a fresh dose of calm, even if she was the opposite, she offered a breath of fresh air and a sense of safety.

Our tennis shoes creaked on the scuffed wooden floors. I carefully went to my room and shut the door. Ellie sighed with relief and set her bag down as I set a chair in front of my door in case my dad picked the lock again. I slung my heavy bag from my shoulders and set it next to Ellie’s.

“Did you bring your pipe?”

I asked as I walked over to a pile of stuffed animals and grabbed my old stuffed cow from when I was a baby, it had a small hole in it and I pulled a tiny baggie of weed out of the stuffing.

I turned around and Ellie was already pulling out a little glass pipe she’d stolen from Jordan last year.

“Sweet.” I say as she gently holds the cold glass in her hands and I drop a couple small buds into it.

“Is this skunk?” She asked and sniffed the plant and her ski slope nose scrunched up. I zipped the baggie up and stuffed it back into the stuffed animal.

“I got it from Jordan so… who fuckin knows.” I joke and sit down on my rickety old bed.

Ellie pulled out her lighter and flicked it on, she lit the green flower that had saved me from oh so many bad nights when my dad was screaming on the phone with my mother. She had moved away when I was still too young to remember any of it.

Ellie inhaled and blew a very poor smoke ring into the air.

“Mm.. 6/10.” I say as she passes my the light and the pipe.

“What? That was easily an 8.”

I shake my head and take a long drag, my lungs ached with the familiar taste on my tongue. My heart ached with them, whether that was from Ellie or the weed I would never know.

I blow a large smoke ring out and it bumps and breaks against Ellie’s freckled face.

She waves her hand and rolls her eyes.

“No, that was an 8.” I correct and giggle as I hand her back the pipe and light.

“Show off.”

She says and sits next to me and the bed creaked under her weight.

My room was decorated with a few posters I’d gotten from Sarah as hand-me-downs, a couple pictures of my dog as a puppy, and far too many doodles and drawings Ellie had done tacked up or framed next to my bed. She had always been my favorite artist.

“Says you! I saw you steal the ball form Abby like 10 times today.” I retorted and watch her cough and cover her mouth with her arm and try to muffle her wheezing.

“Well she deserves it! She totally tripped Dina on purpose last week.” Ellie said and cleared her throat while passing me the pipe.

The team was always at some internal war it seemed. We played well for sophomores and Juniors, but our coaches constantly scolded everyone for bickering too much. Always fighting or yelling or cheating for the sake of simply annoying each other.

“Well, Dina did call her a dumb blonde.” I say.

I never picked sides, or tried not to. Everyone had a side to things, I knew that. Patience and understanding was something I had to learn, Ellie never seemed to. I learned it from sitting through hours of boring lectures at church, I learned it from waiting until my dad was too drunk to notice me slipping out the window, I learned it from waiting to be held and not feel invaded. I waited for a lot of things, Ellie seemed to dive head first whether or not it was a good idea.

“She only said that as a joke. Abby’s called everyone something.. remember when she called you a ball slapper in front of Brody?”

I rolled my eyes. Ellie kept trying to pick some guy for me she assumed I liked, Brody seemed to be her choice of the month.

“I don’t care about Brody, first off. Second off, that was funny. And Abby isn’t as mean as you make her out to be.” I say as I hand Ellie the pipe and watch her take a small hit off of it.

I felt bad for ever asking Ellie to smoke, Joel had been like the dad I never really got, and the thought I was letting his daughter do something he would surely yell and ground her for, made guilt ache in my chest.. but the weed helped.

“Did Brody do something?” She asked and laid back on my bed, grabbing my blue pillow and stuffing it behind her head.

“…Well, I mean, he’s just a dick. And wasn’t he one of the guys who beat that girl up for stealing a beer from his friend or something?” I say and leaned back against the wall next to Ellie and relit the pipe.

“Fair point.. I dunno, I was at Leah’s party-“

“I thought you hated Leah?”

“Yeah but she has really good booze.”

Ellie said and shrugged as she looked up at me, her eyes already a little pink.

“Anyways I heard Nora said that Jesse was with Brody when he was drunk and Brody said he thought ‘that number 7 girl with the hair is nice’ so I think that’s you.”

I rolled my eyes and passed Ellie the pipe with an annoyed sigh. High school drama made 0 sense to me.

“So… you heard from a girl who heard from a guy who heard from another drunk guy that he liked me..? And Brody didn’t even say my name?”

I ask and fiddle with the strings of my hoodie with one hands and cradled the pipe in the other.

“…Yeah okay when you put it like that it sounds dumb but-“

“It is dumb! Brody is dumb.”

I sigh and stand up to go grab some soda, setting the pipe down and Ellie quickly scooped it up and nursed another hit. I pulled out the stashed soda from under my bed and cracked one open.

“I mean I swear he is actually the most ignorant, annoying asshat I’ve ever had the misfortune of smelling.”

“You smelled him?” Ellie asked with a small smirk and I toss a can of sprite on her chest and she grunts and sits up to open it.

“Everyone can.”

We both sip our sprites for a moment as smoke wafts through the air, I sit down on the small chair across from my bed.

“I just… I feel bad that you’re not dating anyone.”

Ellie says after a moment.

“You aren’t either?” I raise my eyebrow and slouch in my chair.

“Well…”

Ellie trails off and we sit in uncomfortable silence.

I had dated 1 or 2 boys freshmen and sophomore year but quickly learned I didn’t like dating. I assumed it was just because I was too young and made the excuse that being Christian prohibited me from dating which drove most boys away.. not that really anyone cared to pay attention to me besides on the field. Besides I wasn’t even Christian, my dad was. I just slapped the label on to make him happy and use it as an excuse.

But Ellie hadn’t dated either, she never even glanced at a boy. A few times in middle school I’d set her up and she’d played along, then said they just weren’t her type and I assumed she didn’t want to date either.

Neither of us really… knew why. But we never talked much about it until recently, when Ellie had been on some sort of mission to set me up with every other guy who mentioned my name.

I set my sprite down and leaned over her to grab the pipe and lighter off the bed. I glanced at her and noticed she was staring at me with curious, pink eyes.

I looked back at her for a few moments, leaning over her with my arm above her to grab the pipe. I pulled away the second I felt my heart ache in my chest and walked over to my window to crack it open and took a long hit.

I could hear Ellie sit up on my bed and watch me as I blew the smoke out the window.

“I thought we were hotboxing?”

She said as I waved the smoke out of the window and coughed a little.

“Can’t, I don’t have a candle.” I mumbled and sit down to take another long hit. I blew the smoke out and set the pipe on the desk next to me. I sipped my sprite and sighed as I glanced back at Ellie. I saw her picking at a scab on her knee nervously.

“Is that from practice the other day?”

I ask and walk over to bend down and look at it.

“Yeah, when I tripped?”

Ellie said and moved her hand so I could look at it. It was kinda big, it looked painful at least but nothing we hadn’t both had our fair share of.

“Mm.. want me to bandage that up?”

I ask and before like could answer I was already up and grabbing my little kit from my desk and sitting on the floor in front of the bed.

“You don’t gotta do that.” Ellie said and sipped her sprite to sooth the already forming cotton mouth.

“I know.” I say and rip open a little alcohol wipe to the wound, Ellie winced and I smirked and looked up at her.

“Don’t be such a puss.” I tease and wipe away the dried blood and gunk from her wound.

“I’m not, you’re just pressing really hard.” Ellie retorted and her hands gripped the bed.

“Sure sure… want me to kiss it better?” I joke as I grab a bandaid and rip it open, gently sticking the little Spider-Man design onto the scrape.

“Yeah.”

Ellie says and chuckles. I shrug, I’m high, we’re best friends. I lean down and press a little kiss over the bandage and pull away to put my med kit back on the desk.

Ellie‘s face gets a little red a she looked down at you, kissing her leg so gently after patchig her up.

She clears her throat and looks away as she sips her sprite.

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(Can you tell I have a homoerotic relationship with my childhood best friend or am I crazy)

This is kinda ass but I hope it didn’t suck super bad bc I have so many ideas for the rest of this series just PLEASE hear me out guys.

Uhhhh besides that plz lmk if anyone wants to keep reading this I’m always open to suggestions or ideas, I don’t plan on entirely sticking to the OG YJ script to like a tee, I’ll probably switch things around and maybe change things up a bit to better fit these characters. But there will be yearning, angst, obsession, and lesbians so… yay🧍‍♀️

#ellie williams #yellowjackets #free 🍉#amateur writer #tlou fanfiction #wlw yearning #i love combining hyperfixations that have nothing to do with each other

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shares-a-vest · 2 years ago

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Platonic Stobin Month, Day 6: Worms

Prompt List created by @lesbianancyy

My first post for Platonic Stobin Month (so annoyed that rl stuff has been tough and i couldn't get to this earlier). I have a few ideas for some prompts. Hopefully, i can incorporate Platonic Edancy as well bc i love them and need to write their dynamic more too.

'Nancy, There's Dirt on My Hands'

“So you really are just taking the house as your own now, huh?” Dustin wonders, his voice dripping with sarcasm and crackling over the radio Steve promptly snatches up.

“Can you just tell me when we can expect rain?” he shoots back in a rush, his soil-covered gardening gloves dirtying the radio.

And Robin hopes to whatever god is watching over the Harringtons’ ginormous backyard he doesn’t hand it to her. For one, she isn’t wearing gloves because her best friend failed to tell her to bring some. And then he’d had the audacity to offer his mother’s old floral pair, thinking it was perfectly acceptable for one to wear used, dirt-encrusted gloves.

And Dustin. One day, the kid invents a weather machine. The next, he’s radioing everyone with ‘The Henderson Report’. A week later, he narrows it down to the climate at everyone’s individual houses. And a few days after that, Steve’s outside with his signature Dad Pose, hands on his hips as he declares a bright and sunny day ahead, announcing his intentions to take up gardening.

Eddie, who’s being oh-so-helpful running around using a shovel as a weapon to swish around to the air, stops once again mid-manoeuvre to ogle at Steve. He's been stopping periodically all morning, just in time to watch Steve carry around bags of compost and potting mix in his gardening attire all morning.

Robin watches as Eddie watches Steve wipe sweat from his brow. She opens her mouth to tell the idiot of the not-so-hot origins of Steve’s clothing (being her old overalls) when Nancy emerges from the house in a white sundress.

Okay, so maybe she’s just as pathetic as Munson.

Nancy is carrying a tray of iced tea in a pitcher with some glasses and god damn it, Robin hates that she loves this.

“Ugh, Rob?” Steve asks, clicking gloved fingers in her face. “Are you actually going to help?”

Yeah, yeah, she technically hears him, but she hasn’t exactly broken out of her 1950s backyard dream life with Nancy Wheeler in a white sundress... Until she winks at her. And Eddie might have also dumped a load of dirt right next to Robin, effectively ruining her no-dirt-while-gardening policy.

“Huh?” Robin says, directing her grunt somewhere in Steve’s general direction as she looks down at her now brown-speckled oversized jeans.

That’s when she spots them, several sad little worms, squirming about in Eddie’s pile of dirt, flailing for their lives.

“Oh my god!” she screeches, making Steve jump on his haunches as she scoops up a handful of dirt.

“What is it?” he yells, sending Eddie into a fit of laughter.

“So,” Eddie sings, staking his shovel in the bare but pristine lawn and making Steve whimper. “You don’t want to get dirt on you at all… And yet, you’re over here saving the precious worms?”

“Don’t you remember dissecting these poor things in Biology?” she insists, shoving her worms as close to Steve as possible as if to beg him to show them mercy.

He recoils, stuttering, “Ye-yeah? Rob... they are fine in the garden.”

He shakes his head in that way he does when he thinks Robin is being utterly ridiculous and resumes scattering handfuls of potting mix over the turned-up soil.

“Didn’t you like, steal frogs from the science room or something?” Nancy asks Eddie, stepping cautiously down to the grassed area Steve has outlined for the garden.

“Nancy,” Eddie chides, dropping the shovel as he raises a hand to his chest in mock offence. “How dare you perpetuate one of the many untrue rumours associated with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

Nancy just rolls her eyes.

Meanwhile, Steve wordlessly takes the worm family from Robin’s hands, shoulders stiffening up at the anecdote-slash-rumour. And Robin knows he’s probably racking his pea-brain trying to work out if he in fact started said rumour. Rolling her eyes at the inevitable analysis of Steve's past King-Steveness she'll have to endure later, Robin examines her now-empty hands.

Dirt. Dirt everywhere.

“Nancy, I have dirt on my hands!” she deadpans, standing up.

Nancy shrugs. “So? I’m going to give you a manicure later anyway.”

She reaches grabby-hands for her, but Nancy steps back.

That’s right. Her stupidly pretty and oh-so-perfection sundress.

“Nancyyy,” Eddie coos, stepping coyly across the dirt patch, sending Nancy into a panic.

“Yes?” she replies, echoing his singing tone through gritted teeth.

“Can I have some iced tea?” he asks with a devilish grin that always gets him exactly what he wants, even against Nancy, chief of the word ‘no’.

Robin watches as Nancy looks over the ever-spreading dirt and steps back, nodding. Eddie skips after her back up to the outdoor furniture by the pool.

“Alright, dingus, spill,” Robin says. “Planning on showering Munson with flower petals every day, are we?”

“Shut up!” Steve laughs.

After a moment he slumps back onto the ground and yeah, they’ve definitely gotten dirt everywhere at this point. And Steve is going to have to work out some sort of strategy to get them into the house and to the laundry without much mess.

“I just want some nice flowers,” he sighs, shrugging. “For this stupid house I’m stuck with. And it’s something to do, right? Out here in the sunshine...”

He waves a hand at the backyard, meaning Loch Nora in general, with its huge houses separated by patches of land that seem the size of Robin’s whole street.

He chews his lip and looks over his work before stealing a glance back at Eddie. Eddie who’s now laying back on the sunchair that should be Robin’s, sipping iced tea with Nancy in that damn white sundress. Setting aside the tinkling of ice and Munson’s loud talking that is jarring in the tranquil Loch Nora afternoon, Robin knows that lip bite and glace.

It’s a tell. Steve’s tell. A tell that he gets lonely when she can’t be here. That he’s pinning over the biggest dork of the century. And Robin knows Steve is thinking about his dumb parents and their never-ending vacation they’d continued to extend ever since Hawkins got ripped to shreds by an undead Zombie Wizard who was probably infected with rabies.

“What are you doing!” Steve chokes, freezing up as Robin hugs him, wrapping her arms tight to lock in his arms.

Okay, so maybe she hurled herself at him.

“Giving you a hug,” she says, squirming around so the position isn’t so awkward. “Because you need one.”

He sinks in, just a little. God forbid Steve ever gives into much-needed affection completely.

“I could buy you a worm farm,” he suggests, tugging his arm out from under her grip so he can loop it over Robin’s shoulder.

“You’d buy me a worm farm?”

“Sure, then you have to help me garden. Gotta save the worms.”

#just a quick ficlet today #tbh this is probably the basis of my springficchallenge (steve making his backyard his own)#stobinmonth #stobin month #steve harrington #robin buckley #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates #i'll edit in my silly themed banner - gotta redo it bc my linework sucks lmao #the fruity four

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