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esoterium · 1 year ago

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the look daryl shoots her when she prods him about the sanctuary tells her that it was a low blow to a sore spot he didn't appreciate much. from the corners of his eyes and with a twitch to his tightening jawline, the younger dixon thumbed the corner of his nose and sniffed. shoulders hitched like he didn't know what she was talkin' about when he damn well did and didn't like a single fuckin' word. he was letting her off the hook. mainly cause he didn't wanna talk about those weeks being in that place. months. however long it was. s'all a blur when he thinks about back then. how he was walled up in that hole. what was done to him there. s'not shit he lets cross his mind often. least he tries not to let it. gives him nightmares when it does.

still hasn't gotten outta all that claustrophobic shit from back when he was a kid being brought back times ten from it. even when he has to face shit like that now. the people he's with never are allowed to see it. but there's been times where he's damn near wanted to crawl out of his own skin to get out of situations where he's had to keep the appearance of having a cool head. when he was anything but. just cause if he didn't? then the shit would hit the fan and all roll down hill with no one there to stop it.

but just like back when he was a kid in georgia? this world doesn't give room for time outs. for anyone to take a second in their fucking corner and compose themselves. there's no safe spaces in the world today. and anyone that can't take what the world's gonna throw at ya and fucking deal with it? well they've been long dead for a while now. negan, the sanctuary, the bullshit that went on there? wasn't allowed to claim him. and maybe that's why seeing her makes a part of him feel like he wants to panic inside. like he's got some shit he's gotta step up and face and deal with. how the best way to do that is put space between him and her now. instead of runnin' to her. because neither one of them are kids. and their worlds threw a whole bucket load of shit on 'em from point a to point b.

you just don't magically come back from that and make it all sunflowers and roses. maybe she can. is that what she's trying by sticking around? that he might give her some kinda familiar hope? daryl's so damn much the same but older. wiser. more level headed but not. funny how he's changed so much. yet barely changed at all. the core of him. who he is is always been who he was. just who he was was waiting to become who he is without the world telling him he couldn't be. and she god damn saw it all. it's complicated. who knew he'd be complicated. everyone close to him. that's who..

"ain't none of your business what i'm out here for. maybe i just needed a break from people asking me so many damn questions," yeah that look went right into her eyes as he grumbles and toes another log into a fire. "don't mean i'm not gonna cook for the both of us tho. you don't wanna eat? then don't. ain't gonna force ya. s'up to you. "what do ya need me as a sounding board for then? what? you don't got people no more?"

Sherry can't lie and say things have been easy since she fled The Sanctuary. The truth is, her escape had been a harrowing experience, filled with fear, uncertainty, and constant danger lurking at every corner. Leaving behind the only life she had ever known was not a decision she made lightly, but it was necessary for her survival. The Sanctuary once thought to be a safe haven, had gradually transformed into a prison of oppression and control. Its walls held secrets that threatened to suffocate her spirit and extinguish any flicker of hope left within her. The rules were strict, the punishments severe, and individuality was crushed under the weight of conformity. But breaking free from those chains came at a great cost to her.

It has been many years since she left that part of her life behind. Ever since then, she has been constantly on the move, seeking something different. Regardless of where she settled, people were consistently self-centered, only interested in what they could gain from others. When she learned about Dwight's death, she lost hope in finding a new home and decided to cease her search. Despite the desolation and solitude, she realized she was better off alone. The only companion she had was the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops. She had grown stronger, no longer the woman oppressed by one man's dominance. She had proven herself wrong, despite her initial belief that she wouldn't make it in this world.

She has acquired the skills of hunting and self-preservation. All her belongings are carefully concealed within the two backpacks she bears. Attire, sustenance, a handful of weapons - these are her sole necessities. However, her perception was shattered when she unexpectedly encountered a face from her past, someone she believed she would never lay eyes upon again. He was still just as stubborn as he had been at the Sanctuary. Her helping him back then wasn't just to make up for their first encounter. Sure it was part of the reason but not all of it.

" Just like you didn't need help back at the Sanctuary? " She despises the mere thought of that location, let alone discussing it. It brought back memories of the bleakest moments in her existence. Repeatedly, she had the opportunity to alter the course of events, yet her lack of strength prevented her from executing any devised plan. Upon hearing about Negan's downfall, her sole remorse was not being the person who cut his throat. She had more reason to hate that man than most did.

" Come on, Daryl. It's not like I'm some stranger you can't trust. You're a long way from home and you're all alone. You're out here searching for something. " Daryl wasn't the kind to just up and leave his people behind without a good reason. " And don't you dare try to pity me with food. I've been surviving well enough on my own. It would just be nice to have someone familiar to talk to other than my damn self for a while. "

#am i the only one zen around here? (daryl dixon)#featuring: sherry (xxgotthedevilinsidexx)#xxgotthedevilinsidexx #god what a sour puss. omfg.

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navegandoaciegas · 4 years ago

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Crybaby

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader (College AU)

Warnings: smut, ass fingering, orgasm denial, humiliation, lots of talks about panties.

Summary: You catch Bucky trying to steal your panties on laundry day.

A/N: this is partly @buckycuddlebuddy ‘s fault tbh. Enjoy some desperate, horny Bucky. Minors DNI.

The timer on the dryer unit you’d occupied went off, signaling that your weekly load of laundry was dry and ready. Bucky cast a nervous glance around the eerily empty room, fingers twitching in the front pocket of his hoodie.

He knew it was wrong, but his laundry was done too (just a coincidence, really, not like he’d wake up at 3 am on a Monday because he knew you did your washing around that time), and you weren’t there yet. You usually retrieved your load in the morning anyways.

Just a peek, he reasoned. Out of curiosity. You wouldn’t even realize they were missing, and if you did you’d chalk it up to the washing machine eating your clothes.

You’d show up to class on Tuesday and sit next to him while he’d be wearing your pretty lace panties and you’d be none the wiser.

Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it.

He dug in your laundry, sifting through mascara stained washcloths and an endless amount of oversized t-shirts, until he found what he’d been looking for.

Small, so tiny in fact that he wondered how your lips could fit in them. He groaned -the idea of your pussy hanging out of the material made his cock twitch, and brought the panties to his face, rubbing his nose all over the lace. He’d fantasized of burying his face between your legs all semester long, and this seemed close enough, the closest he could get to you anyways.

They seemed stretchy, and he hoped he could manage to stuff himself inside them.

“Didn’t peg you for a panty sniffer, Barnes.”

The world stilled around him, the ring in his ears so loud that he wondered if you could hear it too.

He was so engrossed in his creeping, that he hadn’t heard the door open and click shut, nor your steps as you walked behind him, or the slight groan that the washing machine behind him emitted when you settled on it, swinging your legs.

Slowly, he turned around, your lace panties still tightly clutched to his chest.

You almost chuckled at the sight of his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Almost.

“That- it’s not- not how it looks like- I-”

“What, you were gonna fold my laundry for me? How considerate,” you sneered, but the look on your face was far from disgust.

Derision, sure, but not disgust. The mischievous interest in your eyes sent chills down his spine, not necessarily the good kind.

He felt dread settle in his stomach, anticipating whatever consequence his actions would have.

“You do this often?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, naked legs still swinging over the washing machine.

Bucky couldn’t find the words, and honestly the gall, to speak, so he just shook his head vehemently, shuffling on his feet.

“Hm, you like sniffing ‘em?”

He remained unmoving, too humiliated to do anything.

“Oh, I got it,” you beamed, pointing a finger at him and squinting your eyes, “You like touching yourself with pretty panties, hm? Like using them to fuck your dick, and cum all over ‘em?”

He wanted to answer, tell you to fuck off and sprint away to hide in his dorm for the rest of his life, but honestly he deserved this and so much worse. He almost considered dropping out of college entirely, but that glint in your eyes kept him anchored to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, keeping his gaze on his white sneakers, “I-, I promise, I never done it before, I don’t know why-, look I won’t do it again, I swear,” he pleaded, tears pooling in his crystal eyes and threatening to stream down his face.

You cooed, honest to God coeed, a mocking pout on your lips.

You should have left, and reported him, but those pretty tears of his, the tremble in his voice, the stuttered pleas, only served to spur you on, a familiar warmth building up in your core.

“I bet if word got out of this, no one would want to hang around the resident creep anymore. Good luck getting girls then. Although, well, I don’t think you get too many under normal circumstances, do you?” you snorted, “That would be embarrassing, hm? Wouldn’t want that, would you?”

He found himself shaking his head, trying to swallow the lump in his throat to avoid giving you any more reason to mock him.

“It’s your lucky day then, because I have no intention to tell anyone,” you announced, stepping down to lean against the machine, arms crossed over your stomach.

“You- you don’t?” he wondered.

The notion should have elated him, but he felt himself growing more uneasy and confused with the smirk on your face.

“Won’t tell anyone if you don’t. Cross my heart,” you laughed, making a show of placing a hand on your chest.

He eyed you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Where’s the fun in that, Barnes? I wouldn’t enjoy bullying you if I’m not the only one doing it,” you chirped, “That doesn’t mean that my forgiveness should come for free, tho.”

His breath hitched, and you followed his Adam’s apple as it bobbed up and down his throat.

You could feel the control in your grasp, panties getting wetter with each one of his tears.

“I’ll do anything,” he swore, and you almost wished he’d fall on his knees and beg.

“Anything you say, huh?” you paused, “Strip,” you commanded, leaning back against the washing machine.

Bucky furrowed his brows and looked up in confusion, then disbelief, finally embarrassment. “Wh- what? But, but what if someone sees, I-”

“Then you better hurry.”

“But I-”

“You fuckin’ heard me the first time.”

He was startled into action, hands hastily pulling at his hoodie and jeans until he was standing in nothing but socks and underwear.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself again.”

He gulped visibly, and hesitated before hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his legs.

He blushed harder, ducking his head.

His cock sprung out of his boxers, and the mouthwatering sight of it had you reconsidering Bucky Barnes and all your life choices during this semester.

He was glistening in pre cum, painfully hard and veiny, and definitely thick enough that fitting it inside your cunt would be hard work on both parts. You imagined taking him in your mouth, how you would definitely choke around his girth, and your jaw would be sore for days.

Not today, though. Bad boys did not get that kind of privilege.

You bit your lips, and Bucky fought the impulse to squirm under your intense gaze.

“Something wrong?” he rasped out, praying for the ground to open up and swallow him whole in case you found him too small, too crooked, too hairy.

You snorted, eyebrows raised skeptically. “Yeah, babe, the fact that I haven’t seen you naked before. You been hiding all this,” you eyed his crotch suggestively, “from me all this time?”

“T- thanks,” he stuttered, offering you a small smile, eyes trained on the ground. He tried to ignore the way his heart fluttered when you called him an endearing term, reminding himself that this was all a game to you, a game that he was more than willing to play if it ended up with his cock buried deep inside you.

You sighed then, pondering your thoughts. He was not your usual type, but he was cute in a nerdy way, shy and quiet, and he was packing more than any other man you’d had before.

Plus, this was way too entertaining for you to pass up.

“Wear ‘em.”

Bucky’s head snapped up at the command, but this time he did not hesitate to follow your instructions, a bit too eager as he slid the panties up his thighs.

The shutter of your phone’s camera brought him out of his thoughts, and his eyes widened in horror when he saw you take pictures of him. He trusted you wouldn’t spread them around, but the thrill of danger had him leak more pre cum, wetting a patch on the lace.

“So that’s your deal? You like wearing panties? Didn’t even try to act like you didn’t want to,” you snickered, “What a whore.”

The situation couldn’t get more humiliating, and he couldn’t get more desperate for you.

“Be a good boy, Bucky. Fold the laundry for me, since that’s clearly what you meant to do,” you laughed scornfully, nodding to the basket at your feet.

He walked to you slowly, bending over to pick it up, and yelped when you slapped his ass harshly, the sound bouncing off the walls and shooting straight to his aching cock.

“Cute. Now go, you got something to do and I don’t have all night.”

He sighed, and got to work, unloading each item from the dryer, and folding it neatly.

You eyed the lines of his back, the round globes of his ass, the string of your thong dipping between his cheeks. You almost lost yourself imagining how pretty he would look all scratched and marked before you furrowed your brows, observing the way he folded on of your nicer shirts that you wore on interviews and internships.

“Can’t even fold laundry, look at you,” you tsked, shaking your head, “Try that again, I don’t want to spend more than necessary ironing it.”

He obeyed, without any protest, smoothing the creases he’d created, and continuing with your load, until the dryer was empty and you were satisfied.

“Good job, baby boy,” you praised, beckoning him over.

He got closer, close enough that you could feel the heat emanating from his body. He looked so pretty like that, all teary and obedient.

You wanted to make him yours and ruin him for everybody else.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert, you know that? A creep and a pervert.”

You saw the way his cock twitched behind your lace at the words, and almost doubled over in laughter.

The night couldn’t get any better.

“Fuck, you really are a pervert. This what you get off to? You imagine me calling you names, degrading you like the bitch you are? You want to be humiliated, don’t you?”

A desperate, pathetic whine escaped his throat, and he felt his knees growing weak with need. He was naked in a public space where everyone could see him, being belittled and humiliated by the girl he’d been pining over, and he was hard as a rock, getting off every word that spilled out of your mouth.

“Well,” you purred, fisting the hair at the back of his neck and tugging harshly, “I think we can arrange that.”

“Yes, yes, please, I want it,” he whimpered, chest heaving, “I want you, I’m your slut, I-, you can do whatever you want to me.”

You almost moaned then, intoxicated by his burning desire.

“Good boy,” you hummed, releasing his hair to stroke his cheekbone, smiling at the way he leaned his head against your palm, letting his eyes flutter shut.

“Remember you can tell me to stop or slow down whenever you want, and I will. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to,” you added more serious, observing his face for any trace of anything but enthusiasm.

When you found none, and he nodded feverishly, you let your hand fall from his cheek to his shoulder, tracing the outlines of his lean muscle.

“Can- can you kiss me, please?” he asked, and he begged so prettily that you could do nothing but humor him, crashing your lips against his.

It was messy, rough. He was sloppy, and from the way he moved against you, you guessed he didn’t have too much experience.

Better, you reasoned. You’d teach him all he needed to know to please you, and you only.

You bit on his bottom lip, and Bucky yelped in surprise, parting his lips.

He tasted like mint on your tongue, and you sighed in content, letting your hands travel down his sides, barely grazing his skin, scratching the hair on his belly.

He shuddered under your touch, goosebumps erupting in your wake.

When you reached his lower stomach, you felt him tense, his breathing getting harder, his tongue more insistent.

He was drooling and crying, you realized, as he snapped his hips against your leg, humping you like a dog.

You broke away from the kiss, catching your breath.

“Look at you, you gettin’ real worked up and I barely even touched you. What are you, a fuckin’ virgin?” you chuckled, playing with the little bow on the front of your panties.

You’d expected him to laugh, or deny, but he just stood there awkwardly, avoiding your gaze,

“I’m not,” he grumbled, avoiding your gaze.

“Then why are you acting like one?” you prodded, but didn’t wait for him to answer, claiming his mouth in a searing kiss.

His hesitant hands groped your breasts, finally gaining the confidence to do more than linger awkwardly on your hips. He twirled your stiff nipples, rubbing his thumbs over them, movements getting more frenzied the closer he got to his release.

He crouched awkwardly to be at your chest level while still pressing his hips onto you, and tugged your loose tank top down, moaning at the sight of your tits.

“Go on baby, suck on my tits.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement to assault your nipples, latching his mouth onto one of them, and suckling. You wondered if he’d ever even touched a pair of boobs before, but his ministrations were working either way, making your walls clamp down on nothing.

You finally grasped him in your hand, his cock heavy and throbbing in your palm as you stroked him lazily, spurred on by his little whimpers.

His whole body quivered when you ran your thumb over his slit, and you marvelled at his sensitivity.

“You like it when I touch you like this, baby?” you moaned in his ear, “I bet you do, I bet you could cum already just from this. Just a handjob, like the pathetic little boy you are, hm?”

He released your tits with a wet pop, and rose to full height again, resting his forehead on yours.

“Yes, yes, please,” he sobbed, “please, princess, more.”

You complied, doubling your efforts. He inhaled sharply when you added your other hand and began twisting both your wrists in opposite directions.

“You want your princess to suck your dick, baby? Want me to get on my knees and take you in my mouth?”

He nodded against you, grinding his hard cock against your hand, desperate to chase his release.

“Or maybe you want your princess’ pretty pussy? You want to fill me with your fat cock and stuff me full of your filthy cum, don’t you?”

He began blabbering, breathing harder, sloppily snapping his hips. He had a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes shut tightly, mouth hung open and a layer of sweat coating his forehead.

You could feel him grow and throb in your hand, and just before he was about to reach his high, you stopped your hands.

His eyes shot open and he opened and closed his mouth to protest, but you gave him no time, fisting his hair and slamming him against the washer, bending him over the cold surface.

“What, you thought I’d catch you stealing my panties and I’d let that go?” you tutted, bending over him, pressing your front to his back, whispering in his ear “Bad boys need to be punished, don’t you agree?”

A choking sound escaped his parted lips, and you giggled against his skin, licking a strip behind his neck.

You let your hands wander down the expanse of his back, settling on the waistband of your panties. You indulged yourself again, slapping his ass because you liked how it jiggled and how Bucky whined.

“You have a nice ass, you know,” you mused, slouching back to get a good vision of it, “You ever had anyone stick anything up there?”

“W-what?” he sputtered, crooning his head to look at you, “N-no, never.”

“Cute.”

He squirmed in embarrassment when you spread his cheeks, groaning when he felt your spit drip down on him. You massaged a finger around his rim, your hand coated in your spit and his pre cum.

“Relax, I’ll make you feel really good, promise.”

You gradually felt his muscles relax under your touch as you soothingly ran a hand down his back and kept whispering calming, sweet nothings in his ear.

Then, you dipped a finger past the rim.

“See, not that bad, huh?” you smiled, working your finger inside him, caressing his walls.

You nipped the skin of his back, peppering his muscles with fluttering kisses, grazing your teeth over his column.

You dipped another in, and Bucky hissed, wiggling his legs.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you shushed him, “You’re doing so good for me, baby.”

He preened under your praise, and you began scissoring your fingers inside his ass, working him open and looking for the spot you knew would make him beg for more.

The heat between your legs was almost unbearable, your pussy desperate to be stuffed full of his cock.

You loved how pliant Bucky was being, obedient and submissive in your grasp. You noticed the tears that hadn’t stopped streaming down his face, and huffed a laugh.

“A pervert, a slut, and a fuckin’ crybaby, aren’t you?” you mumbled, a genuine smile tugging at your lips.

“Fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted, holding onto the washing machine for dear life, tongue lolling out of his mouth, drool dripping down his chin, making it known that you’d found what you’d been looking for.

“Yes, fuck, please princess, gimme more,” he begged, overwhelmed with a pleasure like he’d never experienced before.

He felt like a fire had been lit in his lower belly, and it was spreading to every limb, encompassing him whole.

You grasped his cock in one of your hands while your fingers kept pummeling into his ass, feeling the rim clench around you and his cock pulsate.

You thought you could cum from his beautiful sounds alone, and you kept going until you were sure he was on the verge of a mind shattering orgasm.

Then, you stopped again, and this time Bucky sobbed, blabbering and wailing, begging you.

“Please princess, I’ll do anything, just please let me cum, please, please,” he continued, shamelessly bucking his hips against nothing.

You released his cock and pulled your fingers out of his ass, cleaning the fluids against his panties.

“You’re so fuckin’ pathetic, begging like that,” you mocked him, retrieving your phone from the pocket of your shorts.

You snapped a couple of photos of him bent over the washing machine, pent up and debauched. His balls hung from the lace of your panties, and you made sure to zero on his tear stained face.

“So pretty, my pretty crybaby,” you cooed, helping him stand up again.

He fell on his knees, clutching the hem of your t-shirt.

“Please, you can’t leave me like this, I-, please,” he blabbered.

You committed the image to memory, knowing you’d see it again soon.

You could see it in his eyes how hooked he was to you.

“Baby, bad boys don’t get to cum, do they? You can’t go around stealing people’s laundry,” you tutted, lightly slapping his cheek, “You deserve some punishment, don’t you agree?”

He hesitantly nodded, slumping down on his shins. You grasped his chin, tilting his head up to meet his gaze.

“You got to bed now, no touching, and I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll know if you disobeyed, and trust me, you don’t want to know what’s gonna happen if you did.”

You smiled, and took a few steps back to retrieve your basket, leaving him to catch his breath on the floor.

“See you tomorrow at 4 pm, you know where my dorm is,” you chirped despite your own neglected arousal, sauntering to the door, “Get dressed before someone comes in, you wouldn’t want to see how much of a pervert you are, right?”

He shook his head, agreeing with you despite the sobs that silently shook through his body.

“Good boy,” you purred, hand twisting the knob. You paused, and threw him a look over yourself, “Oh, and thank you for the laundry.”

I hope you liked this! Please leave some feedback if you can! ❤️

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you

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potter-pavlikovsky-popchyk · 3 years ago

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Okay soooo before everything happened there was a random day where Boris definitely got these rings at a pawn store they used to look around because they pretty cheap the owner is all “the fuck do you want with couple rings kid, at that communist ones” and Boris just laughs and is like “don’t worry I’m not getting married” thinking to himself gosh Americans really judge the rest of the world differently. Anyways so he gets em for a steal and then shows Theo who is like “What the fuck? What are those!?” And he’s like “is small thing for you to always think of me and how, even though we’re different you still love me” smiling, he puts his hand out knowing Theo will put his hand in his and accept the gift no matter how much he tries to put on a show he knows the other boy through and through. Knows he craves the comfort and care just like him, knows that’s what they give each other, a beautiful balanced love all their own. So, though Theo is rolling his eyes, protesting weakly with “I’m not a communist tho-” he is smiling huge like only Boris can get him to do. While laying his hand into the others, Boris cuts him off, reply’s “yeah yeah I know this, it’s supposed to remind you of me”. Boris puts the thinner band on the others left ring finger, “Isn’t.. that supposed to be where.. only weddings rings go?” Theo says, soft but forcing a giggle to still try and keep the silly energy there as his heart tightens. Boris only ‘mhm’s’ cheerfully, then kisses the back of his hand.

It brings back memories of his bloody knuckles being brought to Boris’ lips that day not so long ago.

Theo never did unpack that moment (either of them if he’s honest with himself) because as so often Boris did.. this seemed just to be as normal as the rest of their day had been. Being lumped in with the rest of the moments of it, drenched in a normality unlike that of its true nature, for Theo at least.

Though shortly after that he leaves abruptly, kissed by the same boy who did sweet things like this. “In honor of our friendship” is what Theo had to keep repeating to himself like his own mantra that would pull him back to reality. He so often found himself idly twisting the ring in his Conversational Russian classes, day dreaming of reuniting with him. Of speaking with him about everything they’d gotten up to since. But sometimes he’d miss their closeness, for he had grown so closed off, accustomed to lonely, so.. more often then he’d admit, he’d find himself swept away in one of those murky nights of crossing the lines of friendship he held so close to his heart. Sometimes, breeding modern day reunions with the same closeness they once had like that.. only maybe.. sober.. maybe.. all too real. But then his throat would go dry and he’d find himself in a state of shocked back to his seat in the lecture hall, all those around him, none the wiser of his little departure. He’d sip some water from his bottle, look down to his blank note pad, willing himself to write. Glancing back and forth to his ring, still, smiling to himself as he’d sigh, fondly. Perhaps one day we’ll meet again, I’ll be able to speak to you in your language (impress you) he thought, despite, again, not wanting to admit this. So many maybes.. so many hopes and dreams that kept him alive, kept that little bit of ‘life’ sparked in him, surely nothing else had.. but Boris. Kept him truly living life to some extent, when he felt lost in the daily monotonous motions of it.

#boris pavlikovsky #theo decker #boreo #theodore decker #theo i’m not gay decker #boreo feels #tgf fandom #tgf headcanons #boris tgf #tgf boris #tgf theo #tgf #tgf hc

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cattles-bians · 3 years ago

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exes au part 12

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obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but

obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”

obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like

obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”

obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed

obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums

em: sighs wistfully

em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately

em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex

em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....

obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”

em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable

obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi

obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”

em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)

obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny

obsetress: (she is a little funny)

em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments

obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”

em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused

obsetress: skskksksks right

obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards

obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”

em: i need a moment

em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t

em: dani can feel her heating up

obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”

em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: i’m dying

em: dani: oh no that’s OOC

obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—

em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure

em: dani hums

obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it

obsetress: jamie: i— dani: did you?

obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah

em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame

obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble

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em: viola

obsetress: fuck

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: to jamie, specifically,

em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd

em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi

—-

obsetress:

obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like

obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate

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em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like

em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)

obsetress: god i love that so much

obsetress: both of those dani responses are

obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc

obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw

em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35

em: big brain

—-

obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca

obsetress: down to the caption

obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort

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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho

em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability

em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho

obsetress: lmao ikr

obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other

obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um

obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with

obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"

obsetress: and just like

obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night

em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again

obsetress: the parallels to canon

obsetress: im giggling

obsetress: walks straight into her path

em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away

em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"

em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them

obsetress: god yeah

em: flip of that.

obsetress: oh GOD

em: god they would argue about dinner

em: bicker about EVERYTHING

em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke

em: jamie goes pale

obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like

obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like

obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............

em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours

obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason

obsetress: she's just scared of dani

em: Please

obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"

obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"

obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is

em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf

obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"

em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd

em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person

obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx

obsetress: i screeched

em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-

obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding

em: bringing out some lemonade etc

em: haha you look parched

obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm

obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing

obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism

em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother

em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi

obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her dani: why do i have to tell her jamie: you tell her everything dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though jamie: why not dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,

em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve

em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry

em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even

obsetress: i––

em: she decides against it

em: jamie is none the wiser

obsetress: she Considers it tho

em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew

obsetress: weighs the pros and cons

obsetress: the best part is like

obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store

obsetress: viola's like wait.

obsetress: wait

obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae

em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like

em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy

em: because lesbians are just... like that

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obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward

em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont

em: i am thinking about it

em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two

em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,

obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known

obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?" "yeah" "dani" "what" "dani" "what" jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex" "you think?" "i fucked your ex" "you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"

em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-

em: SCREAMED

obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf

em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me

obsetress: jamie's already big blushing

em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it

em: patreon exclusive exes au au

[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]

obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted

em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...

em: puffs out her chest

em: i could have-

em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u

obsetress: dani clayton ilu

em: danis like um

em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me

em: danis like i did tho

em: jamies like can you DROP IT

em: she’s SMUG

em: she’s so pleased w herself

obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought

obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"

obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about

em: dani never lets jamie live it down

obsetress: never!

obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"

em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but

em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter

em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart

obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf

obsetress: the gold star

em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it

em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized

obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm

obsetress: glad those two found each other

em: two praise kinks u say

em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like

em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like

em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-

em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm

em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care

em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing

em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed

obsetress: SCREAMS

obsetress: you got willoughby'd

obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend

em: yeah same asking for a friend

obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?

obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)

obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all

em: to be fair perdi is the Worst

em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd

em: it’s funnier if she’s awful

em: like a viola that never gets therapy

obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same

obsetress: it's too good

em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen

em: makes a silly little chart

em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave

em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie

em: also i didn’t fuck perdi

obsetress: skskskflsdflks

obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."

em: skgsdjhdkdhdk

em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like

em: CLAPS her hands in glee

obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ

obsetress: GOD

obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi

em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway

#this is one of my faves won’t lie hfydyst #featuring perdita who is. just #a terrible little delight gshdjfjv #idk what to say about this one except um. i’m sorry #and i hope u can still look me in the eye despite #being a grotty little multishipper #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #longggg one

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luci-cunt · 4 years ago

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This may be madness, but: Aaron & Neil (not Aaron/Neil unless you super want to); 24 & 63

Hello darling, this is INTRIGUING and I’m HERE for it!!! <3333 (it didn’t end up being shippy tho lol)

24. Soulmate AU + 63. Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple

K so, the setting is an office-type au-ish-thing--

Neil works as the company’s accountant, he’s fidgety, and pissy, and weird, and Aaron can’t fucking stand him

Aaron works in regular old sales, he’s surprisingly good at his job but he likes purposefully spilling coffee all over his record sheets so that Neil has to get the copies online instead of physically like he likes better and Neil HATES him

They both have a kind of rivalry, with Neil trying every fucking step to audit Aaron and catch him in something--

One time he watched Aaron smack the vending machine and nab a chip bag without paying and he legitimately tried to get Aaron fired over it

(it didn’t work, but it did mean war)

Another detail you should know: everyone in the office KNEW they were soulmates

The thing about soulmates in this universe is that you both get matching marks, but, if one person messes with the mark (i.e covers it up/ adds to it) those changes also appear on your soulmates arm

Cathy from HR saw it first--Neil usually only wears the company policy dress shirts (never ironed) but one day Aaron “accidentally” spilled chai on him and he had to change, exposing his right shoulder where there was the distinct black-and-white outline of a snake eating it’s own tail. There was also a key in the middle of the circle.

Don from finance saw Aaron’s later--the same design on the same shoulder

The whole office was in a tizzy over it, Neil and Aaron were none-the-wiser as their feud came to a head when Neil audited Aaron for the fourth time that week and Aaron threw the printer out the window so Neil couldn’t get physical copies of anything until they got a replacement one

However--the straw that broke the proverbial camel’s back was when Aurelia saw Aaron and Neil kissing in his office

She immediately ran to some of the others, spilling the news

“You’re sure it was Aaron?” Ken said--he was the only one still skeptical about the apparent office romance.

“I’m sure!! Though.... he was wearing a leather jacket for some reason...”

“A leather jacket?”

“Hey--Don,” Aaron interrupts them suddenly, making all of them jump and curse. He gives them all a weird look. “I was just wondering how those reports were coming along....”

“Right--yeah--uh I’ll go grab them--” and Don scurries away

“Where’s your jacket?” Aurelia asks, because she can’t help herself.

“Neil dumped kim chi all over it, I threw it away”

“Really? I’m sorry, it looked expensive”

“It was a blazer, I’ll get a new one at target” and then he walks away

They all share looks--“blazer--????”

But then they have to get back to work and the chatter dies off for the day

The mystery of the jacket is only solved when they discover Neil is cheating on Aaron--not only just cheating, but cheating with his twin brother!!

“We have to tell him” Don says somberly

“No! It’s not our business!” Cathy says frantically

“I think it’d be funny” Jessica says--she’s promptly banned from gossip circles

Eventually they decide one of them needs to speak up, so Don slides into Neil’s office one night, stomach rolling, and tells him “cheating isn’t cool man”

Neil blinks “uh--yeah?”

Don watches him, clears his throat, and watches him some more

“Can I get you something?” Neil asks, brow furrowing a bit

and then Don breaks and spills the whole situation. Neil’s eyebrows go into his hair line and he kicks Don out with a succinct “I would rather eat my own legs than go on a date with Aaron Minyard”

because Neil is an asshole--and so is Aaron for that matter--no one in the building ever finds out what the fuck is going on with that

(the secret is that Andrew and Aaron had to be completely identical when they were younger so they matched up their tattoos. If you look closely, the snake on Neil and Andrew’s shoulder is really fucking shitty cuz it was done by a 9 y/o with a stolen tattoo gun. Aaron and Katelyn’s keys are also shitty tattooed)

<3333 !!!!

Send me some prompts + some characters or a ship and I’ll tell ya how I’d mash em

#lol idk what this is XDD #aftg #all for the game #fic #luci writes

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ladieslovingladiesandfics · 8 years ago

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How to Hook Up Witches

ySo remember in my blurb that I said that if the reader was a witch, they would have a familiar and said little thing would try to hook em up? WELL I DECIDED TO MAKE A FIC OUT OF IT!!! Witch!Reader x Wanda Maximoff!!!!

MCU!Wanda or Comic!Wanda, don’t matter. Most likely Comic!Wanda tho haha. Hope y’all enjoy! I kinda based this off of a puzzle game I play haha.

Warnings: Little familiar being cute and mischievous? Cute shit. Hijinks. Swears. Kinda nudity. It also sucks.

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Bertha was a cute little ferret, your little ferret familiar. She smelled weird but she was a little lovable thing. She was active, always running around and finding new pranks to pull on others. But she was just a sweetie, and pretty darn happy all the time. Bertha adored you, that much was true. And she also adored fellow witch, Wanda Maximoff. She loved you both and often scampered from lap to lap whenever she wanted a good petting. But she could never fathom why you two just weren’t together. So the little thing made it her mission to do so, and nothing was going to stop her. You’d never guess that under the little creature’s loving gaze and playful antics was a scheming little shit who only wanted the best for you.

Operation 1: Borrowing

“What the hell?” what the hell was happening here? Your eyes scan your closest, frantically searching for your favorite sweater. “It’s not here.” did you wear it already? Was it in the hamper or something? Strange, you certainly didn’t remember wearing it this week.

You march over to the hamper that held your dirty clothes, beginning to empty it out. You had to make sure, besides, you were gonna wear that lovely little black sweater to a nice outing with Wanda to a cafe. Wanda Maximoff. The girl of your dreams. The fact that both of you were witches made it all the more sweeter. With her green eyes, bright smile, and a general love and fascination for the art….you more or less fell head over heels in love with that woman.

Cluckcluckcluckcluckcluck

“Bertha, have you seen my sweater?” you turn to your ferret familiar, who was rolling around on the bed chortling for some weird reason. Then again, she was always happy and made that noise a lot. When she was being talked to, the creature ceased her actions, but was still lying on her back, staring up at you with big round brown eyes. You sigh, walking over to the bed and tickling Bertha under her chin.

Cluckcluckcluckcluck

“I’ll ask again, Bertie, where’s my sweater? Did you take it to hide and make it into your bed or something?” you lift your finger from the creature’s chin, causing Bertha to glare up at you, feeling betrayed. “I’ll pet you more if you tell me where my swe-”

Knock knock

“Y/N?”

“Wanda?” You turn on your heels, facing the closed door of your room. But then you pause, noticing that...your room was a fucking mess. Clothes were strewn everywhere, mostly because of the fact you dug through your laundry hamper. “Uh...I’ll be right there!” with a wave of your hands and a murmur of a foreign tongue, your clothes magically plop themselves back into the hamper. You then stride over to the door, inhaling and exhaling as you prepared yourself mentally to greet her. Slowly opening the door, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you got to look at her. You quickly smile, “Hey!” you greet, inwardly cringing at yourself. You sounded almost too peppy.

“Good afternoon,” Wanda greeted, dressed in a red blouse and black skirt. The outfit was plain, and yet it seemed to fit perfectly on Wanda’s body. She held something in her hands, a familiar mass of….black. “I found this in my room. This is yours, is it not?” she held it out to you; surely enough, it was your sweater.

You cautiously take it out of Wanda’s hands, staring at it intensely. “Yeah...this is mine. I was gonna wear it when we-” it had dirt and dust upon it now, as though it had been dragged away. You turn around to glare at Bertha, who went back to rolling around on your bed. Wanda only giggled, a sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Ah, whatever, I’ll wear something else. I won’t be long, I promise!”

“I eagerly await then, Y/N.” Wanda said with a gentle smile, which you could not help but return. After closing the door, you stormed over to Bertha, now lying on her stomach and staring up at you with those same big brown eyes. “What the hell are you trying to do?”

Cluck cluck!

Operation 2: Whoops

SKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

“Bertha?” Wanda stared down at the little screaming ferret, who was running back and forth in front of her feet at breakneck speeds, shrieking all the way. Closing the book she was just reading, she placed it on the side table before sliding out of the chair and squatting down to regard the familiar. Worry was evident in her eyes, as she reached out to the creature. Bertha curled around Wanda’s hand, whimpering and yelping. “Has something happened to Y/N?”

Whining, the ferret uncoiled itself from around Wanda’s wrist, beginning to dash out into the hallway towards your room. Without hesitation, the witch rushed after the ferret, concern and horrible thoughts running through her mind. Is Y/N sick? Were they attacked? Sick? Whatever it was that had Bertha yelling like that had to be serious. Bertha slid to a stop in front of Y/N’s room door, scratching at it and letting out whimpers and squeals all the while.

With a blast of magic, Wanda barged into the room, scarlet dancing around her in ribbons of fury. “Y/N?! What hap-” why were you only wearing a towel? The wisps slowly began to die, as the witch stared at you bug-eyed and red rising to her face that was brighter than her own magic. Her eyes could not help but scan your body, the water slowly dripping off of your skin and swallowed a lump in her throat. God...you were beautiful.

You on the other hand, clutched the towel closer to your body, as it was slowly falling off. “Wanda?! What the hell?!”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Wanda quickly turned around on her heels, heading back outside. “I’m leaving now!” Wanda slammed the door shut, still very much in a daze. What...had she saw? You of course. You and your naked bodily glory. She glared down at the little ferret at her feet, who seemed none the wiser. “If you weren’t so cute, I would have murdered you for doing this.”

Cluck cluck!

Operation 3....?

“I’m surprised Bertha hasn’t noticed we’re already a thing.” Wanda giggled out, seeing that the ferret was sound asleep on your bed, curled into a ball and happily snoring away. The witch leaned over to press her lips to your cheek. “Aren’t you going to tell her?”

“Nah.” You chuckle. “Bertie sleeps a lot, of course she doesn’t notice the fact we’re dating. Besides, it’s fun to see her try.” you sigh, feeling Wanda’s hand thread through your hair. “Although I’m still mad about the door.” “Bertie was very convincing and I panicked.” Wanda retorted, before leaning over to kiss your lips. “Forgive me now?”

“Always.” You answered, leaning back in for yet another kiss.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda x reader #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch imagine #ALL DA QUEUE-TIES

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