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studentinpursuitofclouds · 7 months ago

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Hihi I'm new here! I really like your headcanons. Would it be alright if I could ask headcanons for the bachelors and how their romantic relationship with a farmer that already has a kid from a different relationship progress?

Like, one day a kid just randomly shows up at the farmer's doorstep with a social worker and farmer had to explain that their ex couldn't keep the child anymore, and the kid is also super anxious about moving in with them or something.

I'm really sorry- it was a scenario I've seen dabbled into once and I'm just very curious as to what others think of it too aha.

If this ask is not your cup of tea, feel free to disregard it. Have a great day op 🙏✨

Hellooooo!

Sorry for the delay, dear anon. This headcanon just turned out bigger than I planned 😅 Hope I understood your question correctly. Thank you very much for the ask, and enjoy! 🫰💕

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SDV bachelors x Farmer, that already has a kid from a different relationship:

Shane:

Oh, man. This is all very awkward...

Shane knew about Farmer's ex, the reason for the breakup and the fact that the child was in the care of their ex in Zuzu City.

Farmer visited their child almost every week, calling and writing letters, but Shane himself was not particularly involved, not knowing how to approach the little one.

Naturally, when the kid came to visit the farm, the chicken man would try to make the kid feel comfortable, but considering everything they'd been through, even here it was pretty awkward.

On the plus side, they was the same age as Jas, and the kids had become fast friends in a short time.

Farmer encouraged their spouse's attempts at friendship with their kid, but again, things were still pretty awkward.

When the Farmer's child arrived with a social worker some time later, Shane noticed how much the little one resembled him in his yought - confused, scared, resentful of everyone and tired of everything. Their familiar world where both parents were together was gone forever.

Later, Shane was able to explain how he'd been in a similar situation, how he'd almost lost because of the mistakes he'd made trying to cope with pain.

The kid quickly found common ground with him. Especially after they confessed that they liked chickens!

Shane doesn't claim to be a father, as the kid is pretty mature and understands on their own.

But he will treat them with the same care and responsibility as he does Jas.

They are all kinda weird family, but Shane loves them all and still can't believe how lucky he is.

Sam:

It's quite a tricky situation, but thanks to his friendliness and personality, Sam is great with kids.

When Farmer finally introduced their kid to Sam, the young guitarist immediately went into cool brother/uncle mode.

The kid was worried, but Sam began to slowly gain their trust by asking about their interest in comics or other hobbies.

It makes him happy that the kid can forget about problem and concerns at least for now, because children should be happy and play while they have their childhood.

Sam knows that Farmer broke up with their ex more or less calmly, without scandal or drama, but he knows, like Farmer, it was still hard for the kid.

He's glad that he and Farmer are trying their best to be in theirs life.

The kid's upset look and the presence of the social worker took Sam by surprise.

While the social worker was talking to Farmer, Sam offered the anxious kid something to eat. Or some space, if they still feel uncomfortable.

After learning the reason for the visit and the fact that the kid will now live on the farm, Sam gently asks his partner how he should handle this. He wants to cheer the kid up, but he also doesn't want to make them more anxious.

Fortunately, Vincent and the kid get along quickly, which pleases both Farmer and Sam. Now, though, they need to keep an eye on the kids, or they'll both get into more trouble.

Jodi and Kent also do everything they can to make Farmer's kid feel comfortable (Jodi now spoils them with tasty baked goods).

Farmer can't help but be joyful with how hard Sam tries for them and their kid and his family to keep everyone happy.

Alex:

Farmer was telling Alex about their loser ex, who had decided to trade Farmer and their child for a some stranger. What a shameless cheater...

Farmer visited their kid almost every week, but Alex was only able to go with them a few times.

At the sight of their ex, the athlete was so itching to break their nose. But he tried to keep his temper in front of the kid.

The child turns out to be a kind young one, though a bit shy and reserved. Alex thanks Yoba that they are more like the Farmer in looks and personality than the other parent.

Despite the awkward pause at first, the kid seems to like Alex. Of course, he's cool, kind, and gives them ice cream! Alex's trips with Farmer became more frequent and his friendship with Farmer's little kid grew stronger.

Some time later, when a confused Alex let the stranger into the house, he was shocked to find Farmer's kid standing behind him. They looked... so sad.

The social worker announced that the ex had decided to relinquish parental rights and the child had been brought here.

The poor kid was quieter than a mouse, but Alex was as friendly as possible and tried to cheer him up.

In the back of his mind, though, he felt a wild rage, because he could hear that the reason the ex had refused to give up their own child was because their new partner didn't want to babysit them.

Alex knows more than anyone what it's like when one parent is such a dirtbag. But right now he doesn't care about losers, he's got Farmer and their kid.

Getting the kid used to the new environment was very difficult, but Alex helped them get to know the local children.

Evelyn accepted the kid as her own great-grandchild, remembering to feed them delicious baked goods. George was a bit stingy with his emotions, but he also accepted them as his own.

Alex will not leave them in trouble and will help them to cope with all the difficulties. Now the Farmer and their child are his family.

Sebastian:

Sebastian feels awkward and doesn't know what to do. Help.

He and the Farmer's child were so similar in personality when they met - silent, shy and withdrawn.

Sebastian realises that Farmer's child is having a hard time with the fact that their parents are divorced. But emo doesn't know how to start a conversation.

So when Farmer left Sebby and their kid alone for half an hour, there was an awkward silence for the first 5 minutes.

The kid was already getting bored. Sebastian decided to give it a try after all.

"Do you like frogs?" Judging by the spark in the kid's eyes, they had already found at least one topic of interest to both of them.

Farmer smiles when they returned to see the two of them chatting about different amphibians.

A few such encounters and Sebastian had become a cool uncle to them.

Sebastian was hurt to hear that Farmer's ex had given up their parental rights, when Farmer's kid had already visited them, with a social worker.

He will leave the kid alone, as they definitely need some time alone and to collect their thoughts.

Yet, Sebby and the Farmer are always there to cheer up the kid.

On a rainy day, he will show the baby the best place to find frogs.

Sebastian is good at supporting both his partner and their baby.

It can be awkward at times, but Sebby loves them all, so it will be okay.

Harvey:

Given Harvey's profession, he's pretty adept at finding common ground with anxious children.

So when Farmer first introduced Harvey to their child from their first marriage, the local Pelican Town doctor already knew how to behave.

He's glad that despite the divorce, Farmer is trying their best to support their kid, as stress can take a big toll on not only their mental health, but their physical health as well.

Even more so, it's not the child's fault that fate has worked out this way and their parents live in completely different places.

Of course, Harvey is not as "cool" as other bachelors, but he manages to interest the child in his model aeroplanes.

Maybe if they like to read, the doctor will give them something interesting to read (something that isn't a medical encyclopedia).

Harvey almost cried when the kid called him uncle and cool adult.

And all was going smoothly until a social worker knocked on the door of the farmhouse.

After explaining that the other parent, Farmer's ex, could no longer financially support the child, they placed the child in their care.

Harvey is worried about them, because all the fear of moving, new surroundings, and separated parents can have a very negative effect on poor kid.

Harvey will try to be there to help them and Farmer.

Maybe insist on therapy for the kid. Still, it could use some professional help.

Fortunately, Harvey knows what to do and he won't let anyone or anything upset Farmer and their kid. Doctor's words!

Elliott:

Elliott still can't believe that Farmer's ex turned out to be such a coward and unworthy person! Cheating on Farmer. when they already had a child together!

Of course, now Farmer is with him, and yes, it's not worth spending all the nerves on the past, but it's just that the writer is outraged to the core.

Also outraged that the ex just abandoned their child like that, saying they "don't have time for them now." Unbelievable!

Poor child... As much as the Farmers tried to comfort their own kud, all of these events took a heavy toll on them. And Elliott decided it was his duty to help the kid and Farmer, the love of his life.

His first attempts, though, end awkwardly, as Elliott doesn't know where to start. And should he start so immediately? Maybe they need some alone time on the contrary?

He decided to pick up a couple of books to help (mostly children's books, and a couple of books about how to communicate with children/teens).

The writer was lucky that the kid loves books!

There was even a moment when the kid felt comfortable around Elliott and asked them to help make their own little book. Elliott is more than happy to help them.

He also won't forget to praise the Farmer, because it was through their efforts and love that their child didn't fall victim to the neglect of the other parent. It's a shame that, coincidentally, the kid didn't arrive sooner.

Elliott will have a bit of a hard time, but he will do a great job in the role of carer for the Farmer and their kid, accepting them as his own child.

#stardew valley #sdv #sdv headcanons #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv alex #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sdv sam #thanks for the ask!#hope that I have not strayed from the main question and that this is exactly what you asked for dear anon 💕#Because I might have gotten a little carried away 😅

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gretagerwigsmuse · 1 year ago

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can't hardly wait

Summary: in which a guy named bradley likes you back on hinge...

OR a prequel fic with the first hinge messages

Pairing: Rooster x Fem!Reader

Warnings: listen i know i have a picture selected for her, i just wanted to have the ice cream comparison and went with this one. also i have all the pics on bradley's profile if you're curious 💁🏼‍♀️ he's just so goddamn cute! written for @roosterforme 's 'rocktober' event and inspired by the replacements song. don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉 [image template (x)]

Your phone lit up with a notification, buzzing in its spot on your glass desk. You glanced down at it for a moment before going back to your slide deck - until it buzzed again. It was a Hinge notification. You hadn't been particularly active on the app the last couple days, not wanting to get your hopes up yet again. But you'd made one last ditch attempt on Hinge, liking some guys who were way out of your league - before telling Max he had the go-ahead to set you up with his buddy. Leaning back in your desk chair, you swiped up on the notification.

Oh. It was this one - the pretty one. Bradley.

You scrolled back through his profile one more time, reacquainting yourself with the 6'1" brunet. He had a picture cuddling a chunky French Bulldog, one at a Rolling Stones concert, one with an older guy who was probably his dad, and one where his eyes looked like pools of chocolate, in addition to his main photo. Unbidden, a smile crept across your face. He looked kind, sweet. Even if he didn't say where he worked.

Bradley, you tested the name out.

Without further delay, you pulled up his message:

Did you only like me because I also have a picture eating ice cream on my profile? I guess that means you're not lactose intolerant?

You let out a little giggle and twirled around in your desk chair. Oh, he was sweet (and a little nerdy). No, it's because you're unfathomably pretty and I didn't think you'd actually like me back. Trying not to overthink it, you typed out a response:

bold of you to assume it also wasn't the 'stache...and that i'm not just mainlining lactaid

It was cute, a little cheeky. He typed and deleted his response a couple times, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

How far do you have UVA going in MM this year?

You pursed your lips. Hmph. And went back to scrolling his profile. Ah, there it was - he'd also gone to UVA, though a couple years before you. He also drank, didn't smoke, and was vaccinated and bi. You swiped back to the chat.

Your allegiance to UVA in any sporting event wasn't exactly top of mind, so you had to check your March Madness bracket that everyone in the office had been forced to fill out for team building. Just has you were about to say Elite Eight! Bradley messaged back:

Sorry, that was really lame. I’m not used to this.

You smiled. that has to be a line...

His reply was instantaneous. It's not, I promise! Alright give me one more try. How's this?

In the background, your computer pinged with multiple Teams message notifications, but your eyes remained glued to your phone.

Did you know the moon's actually lemon shaped? And that the Milky Way apparently smells like raspberries and rum?

It was such a ridiculous and silly fun fact that it made you smile. Time to put all that barstool trivia knowledge to good use.

no, bradley, i did not know that. do you only specialize in space fun facts or can i get something else out of you...

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Turns out all it took was a smattering of the world's silliest fun facts to get you hooked, and after days of texting you were at the Hard Deck. The beachfront dive bar wasn't exactly your ideal first date location, but it seemed like there was a good crowd inside judging by the excessive number of the cars in the parking lot. As it was, your Uber let you out next to a pale blue Bronco. You smoothed your hands over your dress and checked your hair one final time before heading inside.

You didn’t really date. Not in the same sense that your friends Caroline and Darcy or even Alexa and Max did. The last person you’d gone out with for more than three dates had been your ex-boyfriend Jack and even that relationship fizzled after six months.

But there was just something about him - about Bradley - that made you think this could be something? Something about Bradley made you giggle at your phone while you read his texts and buy a new dress and get a wax for your date.

God, please like me. I hope he likes me.

The bell above the door jingled as you entered, suddenly taken aback not only by the amount of people in the bar, but also the Navy paraphernalia doting seemingly every usable surface. Jesus. Did Uncle Sam pay everyone's tab, too?

Scooting out of the way of another group entering behind you, you bit your lip and stretched your neck, looking around the bar for Bradley. What if he wasn't there? What if he saw you get out of your Uber in the parking lot and bailed? No - he wouldn't do that. The Bradley you had gotten to know over the last couple days sent you fun facts and his Wordle score. He asked about your projects at work and what you were having for dinner. He texted with full capitalization and punctuation. At the very worst, you'd hope you'd get an it's not you, it's me text from him.

But your worry was all for naught because when you got closer to the bar, you saw him. And by some sort of miracle he hadn't seen you yet, which gave you ample opportunity to ogle because you seriously needed a minute. God, he was so pretty. His hair looked lighter in person, not as brown, his arms looked so strong even in his unbuttoned light blue oxford, and that mustache? It worked. It really worked.

And he looked nervous? His knee was bouncing and he kept glancing down at the phone propped up on his knee. 7:33pm - you were late. You squared your shoulders and cleared your throat before closing the final few steps.

"Bradley?"

He spun around on his barstool at your voice. The abrupt motion caused him to almost drop his phone, but it made you smile. Once his eyes settled on you it was like everything stopped. The bar got quiet, you didn't notice the girl next to you complaining about her drink, and the hockey game on TV faded into the background - you just noticed Bradley.

A smile crept across his face as he said your name in turn and you nodded. Your stomach was going crazy with butterflies and your heart was pounding so hard, you were convinced Bradley could see the outline through your pink dress. His voice was warm and raspy and had your insides turning into honey.

"It's nice to see you - " He gave you a full hug that was over far too soon. God he smelled so good, too. "- Here, have a seat. Do you want a drink?"

"You too." You took his hand and got on the barstool, placing your clutch on the table and glancing around the bar. "Ummm, what're you having?"

"An old fashioned - sorry," he shook himself and glanced back down at his drink sheepishly, "you just look really pretty."

You cheeks warmed under his stare and you bit your lip. If your knee nudged his underneath the bar-top then that was just an accident. "Thanks, I'll uh - I'll have a margarita?"

Bradley was either really smart or really lucky when he ordered your margarita with your preferred tequila - you only had to pipe up to request salt on the rim.

And then it was just easy. Everything just fell into place. You talked about your time at UVA - he even got you to admit that you were a Tri-Delta after he admitted to being Sigma Chi philanthropy chair -your favorite restaurants and neighborhoods in San Diego, and your job, which Bradley endearingly thought was fascinating - something you wouldn't exactly agree with, but it was flattering all the same.

And it was only because of the easy conversation and banter between the two of you that you finally felt comfortable bringing up your most burning question all evening:

“So, what’s with the bar?” you asked, looking around with a teasing smile on your face. Bradley cocked his head. “I mean, is it just me or is like every naval officer within a forty mile radius here?”

And then the night took a turn...

don't forget to read part 1 to see how the date goes 😉

a/n: so this was just something small to tide me over before i post my next fic about thanksgiving! hope you all liked it!

#bradley bradsaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley and smart aleck #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster imagine #top gun imagine #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader

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unwishablestars · 9 months ago

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Hi I’m not sure if you take this type of requests and if you don’t you can just ignore it. Could you do Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, Lifewaever and Mauga (not sure if you writ for him) comforting their s/o after they got rescued from being kidnapped. Can you also add that the s/o was pregnant but had a miscarriage due to the kidnapping? If you don’t want to add the last bit that’s fine.

Thank you. 😊

I failed

Pair(s): Cassidy x Pregnant!Reader | Hanzo x Pregnant!Reader | Genji x Pregnant!Reader | Lifeweaver x Pregnant!Reader

Genre: Angst , Hurt/Comfort (little comfort ngl)

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags: Headcanons, Angst, Miscarriage, Multi-Character, uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

TWs: Miscarriage, Kidnapping, Angst, Mildly-described violence

Summary: Cassidy/Hanzo/Genji/Lifeweaver's partner get kidnapped while pregnant leading to reader's miscarriage.

A/N: HIIIII ANONNNN!!! Thank you so much for your request!<3 I'm really sorry about the delay since life got in the way a bit :( And sorry I don't write for Mauga cuz idk how yet--- fresh hero ykyk</3 I hope you like this though!! Sorry for the delay again :(

Cassidy

Even before joining overwatch Cassidy was already a pretty wanted man due to him being part of the dead lock gang

And it never really changed when he joined overwatch

Though this time he wasn't a criminal but he was still in a dangerous field, but you always loved him because you've seen him in all the ways he loves you.

He was swooned when he met you.

One cheesy love story later, BOOM, you're preggers.

Whether you were a civilian or an agent, Cassidy WILL NOT let you get involved with his work while pregnant.

So he was absolutely distraught when he couldn't find you in you're shared home.

He walks through the door calling out for your name, ready to pamper you for the night, only to get no response.

Suddenly, he sees the signs of struggle. Knocked over furniture, thrown books, and just a general mess of your home

He is frantic.

Starts yelling your name, running around the house trying to look for you. "..Fuck..FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK"

After a few hours, they eventually locate you. They waste no time at all.

The plan was simple, (maybe even too simple), just get you out of there. Unharmed.

Cole, with worry and adrenaline as strong as ever, finds you tied to a chair. Crying, distraught, and bleeding.

Now you lay on the base's medic bay, face showing numbness as you learned the news of your baby.

Everyone had left after attempting to comfort you. All except for you lover.

He held your hand as he felt a familiar pain of loss, holding back tears, he just wanted to make sure you knew you weren't alone. And that he is so sorry.

"Darlin.. fuck.. I'm so sorry.. I was supposed to protect you. Our child.. it's my-- I'm so fucking sorry, love. Please.. please don't hate me."

Of course you didn't hate him. But too exhausted to speak, you brought his hand up to your cheek and weakly said "Just.. stay.."

"Darlin.. I will never leave your side."

Hanzo

Hanzo has been hiding in the shadows and constantly on the run for years. Alone. Until you, of course.

You offered to give him a place to stay after seeing him about to doze off sitting on a bench in the park

"No, it's fine. I'm just resting." He was literally about to pass out--

He had eventually opened up to you after much persistence and kindness, and grew incredibly fond of you.

To him, you brought him peace.

For a while, he tried to lessen contact with you as to avoid any conflicts with the people searching for him.

But he was conflicted when he found out you were pregnant. He did not want to leave your side but he also did not want to endanger you, especially in this state.

After some reassurance, he agreed to stay and take care of you.

He had hoped he would lay low enough that not only would he have to worry about your safety but also be able to be a present father to his child.

But when he came to your shared home and the door wide open, he fuckin lost it.

Frantically looking for you in your home, swearing all sorts in his home tongue didn't solve the issue.

He couldn't find you but he did find an envelope containing you're whereabouts.

They've been planning this for a while, how long were they watching him? Why did they only strike when you're health was so critical.

Hanzo was livid realizing this.

He headed to your location and found you tied to a chair, sac over your head, in a dimly lit warehouse

He knew it was a trap but ain't no way he would let anyone put a finger on you.

After being roughed up himself, (but ultimately beating the shit put of a of em) he took a look at you and saw the bruises, the scrapes

and the blood down there

he held you close, forever blaming himself for what happened

Genji

Genji and you met during your time in overwatch while they were in their prime

He was emo back then but you liked that,

And when he realized he liked you're unconditional admiration, he liked you too.

He didn't admit it of course, neither to himself nor to you but whatever.

Years later, Winston sends the recall.

And he was pleased to find out you had come back,

With a new mentality, a new acceptance of himself, and a more open acceptance of your love.

This time he made the first move, trying to act smooth like his pre-overwatch days, but his stuttering and nervousness gave it away though.

He was worried you'd remembered him as the angry and vengeful man he once was, but you saw who he was deep down

Which is the exact reason why he fell in love with you.

Eventually, after feeling a bit of morning sickness he urged you to go Mercy or Bap or anyone to help you get better.

Only for you to find out you're pregnant.

You stayed away from missions for a while as Genji requested, at most doing paperwork and helping a bit around the base.

But when the base was suddenly attacked, Genji pinned, yelling at you to stayed back.

You tuned out his pleads and gripped your weapon to help the father of your child.

And you did, but you were knocked out and taken away. He was too weak to reach you.

They immediately set out to rescue you, fully aware of your vulnerable state.

Though they had insisted for Genji to heal up first, through his broken visor, he shot them a glare that wouldn't stop him from saving his love.

After finding you in a cell, bruises all over in a weakened state, unconscious, he carried you back to the ship and held you close, eye getting watery.

You woke up in a hospital bed in the medbay, the first thing you notice being the ache your body feels, and the pain in your stomach.

Then, you notice your lover hold you close and tight.

Followed by the sorrowful looks of the doctors.

They left to give you two some space.

"I'm.. so sorry.. please.. forgive me.."

With tears in your eyes, you held each other close, never wanting to let go again.

Lifeweaver

You had worked alongside Lifeweaver in his development of biolight,

He loved having you at his side.

Soon he took you dates, brought you gifts and food, too show appreciation.

Not realizing he was indulging in his growing love for you.

After giving him some clarity of his feeling with a bold kiss, you two were inseparable, even more than before.

After you had missed you're period, you showed your lover the positive test and he way beyond joyful.

He always urged you to rest and didn't let you lift a finger. He didn't want you to be stressed or worried, he saw such beauty in you.

But those you wanted his biolight saw opportunity.

He was out buying food for you and his future baby but he came home to an open door, silence, thrown trinkets and portraits.

In his panic, he wondered whether or not he would need to contact his family. Or Satya. Or Baptiste. Anyone.

He received a video file on his desktop.

Asking for the acces to his biolight as well as the information to it's creation.

He was shaking, he wasn't strong enough to fight them on his own, he needed help. He needed you. Please come back to me.

He cannot wait any longer. He caved. Only for you. And for them.

He had sent all the information they needed. And as breathed heavily on his knees. He heard a vehicle arrive at his estate.

He hurried out, even almost tripping in the process, he needed to see you were okay, that you were both okay.

He saw you being lead to the front gate, and the abductors lackey walking back to their vehicle.

Giving him a face of no remorse.

As he held you in his arms once again, the look in your eyes had told him everything.

You two stayed there. Just feeling the comfort of what you two still had. Each other.

#writing #fanfic request #overwatch x reader #genji x reader #cole cassidy x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #lifeweaver x reader #headcanon #angst #fanfic #hurt/comfort #uhh please read trigger warnings

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 11 months ago

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Dirty Work 7

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: This week is killing me.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Sunday sees your second day in your new position. As you send off your letter of resignation to the agency, you can't help the coil that winds tight in your stomach. There's no going back now.

You close out of the several templates you Googled in your efforts. It's the one thing you know how to do. Willa, the friendly librarian who checked out the PC for you, always said, if you can Google, you can figure it out. Still, you feel like there's so much you don't know that you're not sure a search engine can answer.

You close the laptop and take both your phones with you into the hallway. You have to go check out that gazebo and figure out if you need to make a call about it. Oh, and the fridge was beeping when you filled your bottle, you have to call the maintenance number that flashed up too.

That makes you even more anxious. You've never really been the sort for phone calls. You never had anyone to talk to and everything else was easier done in person. Well, you'll have to muddle through. Work isn't supposed to be fun or easy.

As you near the staircase, your flip chimes. You juggle to answer the right phone. The slim touchscreen is set only to buzz, an option not available on the clumsy burner. You answer the call as you stop on the top stair.

The woman on the other end asks for you by name. You confirm your identity as you hear familiar noises in the background. She's a nurse from the downtown hospital.

“I'm calling to confirm your father's discharge tomorrow at noon,” she says over the rustle of paper and clack of keys, “we'll need the bed so if there is any delay, another day would be added to the invoice.”

“I understand, I'll be there, erm… noon. Tomorrow,” you don't have your notebook so you key a reminder into the other phone. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“Of course, miss, we would recommend you arrive earlier. We have some resources and counseling available on what you can expect getting the patient settled at home,” she continues, “nine would be ideal. I'll be able to add a note for the doctor to check in as well.”

“Oh, yes, I can do that,” you squeak, “thank you.”

“Alright then, I have all that logged. You have a good day.”

“You too,” you utter before the line dies.

Phone calls weren't too bad. You think you did okay with that one. Then again, you didn't think! You're supposed to work tomorrow. Mr. Laufeyson said you could take Wednesday off, and tomorrow is only Monday.

You close the flip phone and stare at it. Oh boy. You really don't want to spoil this. Just the mention of the coming invoice underlines your desperation. You need the money. Your dad needs it.

“Are you finished?” Mr. Laufeyson's timbre drawls from down the hall. You glance over as he stands just in the doorway of his study. You gulp.

“Sorry, Mr. Laufeyson. I didn't mean to disturb–”

“Yet you did,” he insists.

“I was only going to check–”

“Not my concern so long as it's done,” he waves you off, “an important call, I assume, to make such a racket.”

“Mr. Laufeyson, um,” you shove the phones away, one in each of your pockets. “I… could I have the day tomorrow? Instead of Wednesday. My father is getting out of the hospital and–”

“The day? What time?” He snips as he approaches with decisive steps.

“Well, I'm supposed to go at nine,” you explain, “I'll come in Wednesday still.”

“You will come in tomorrow, after all that,” he says. “You can work later then.”

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson, but my father will need help getting settled–”

“Figure it out. You agreed to this schedule–”

“I did but–” you stop yourself as his eyes flare, “I will be here in the afternoon, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“You will be. In the appropriate attire, I expect,” he snarls and spins to strut back to his office, swinging the door shut sharply.

You waver at the hard slam. You didn't mean to anger him. You can't help that your father needs you. You thought Mr. Laufeyson would be more understanding, after all, he's the one who pointed out how much you needed the money.

🧹

Your father shoos you away as you try to help him sit. He lets go of the walker and flops back with a grunt, his oxygen tank clinking against the aid’s metal leg. He coughs and snatches around blindly on the cushion for the remote. You retrieve it from the folding table beside him and put it in his hand.

That agitates him further as he growls and jams down the button to turn on the television. You yawn and back away. You still have a full day left ahead of you, and what feels like one behind you. You spent the night doing some last minute tidying to make sure everything is read for your father.

“Smokes,” he snaps his fingers and hacks.

“Er,” you hesitate. You go to find the half-crushed pack you found with him on the floor. You knew better than to throw it out. You return to him, clutching the package nervously, “Dr. Shearer said–”

“Give it to me,” he demands.

You relent and obey. He’s been doubly miserable than before. You feel like an annoying gnat buzzing around his head as he tries to swat you away.

“I made you meals for the weak. They’re all labeled in the fridge–”

“I’m not a goddamn kid,” he scowls and takes the lighter from the folding table.

“I know, but–”

“But I’m home. You probably hate that,” he sneers, “you’d be happy if I died in that hospital.”

You’re taken aback by the accusation. You gasp and shake your head, “of course not, I’m happy you’re here. That you’re alive–”

“Painfully,” he snorts darkly, “the fuck you keep me here for?”

You take a breath and frown. Your eyes tinge and your cheeks pinch, “because you're my dad… and I love you,” you croak.

He doesn’t reply as he pulls out a cigarette and moves the tube from below his nose. You watch him, waiting. He lights the smoke and sucks on it eagerly. You drop your head and give a shrug.

“I gotta go to work,” you say, “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Don’t be slamming around when you come in,” he dusts ash over the freshly vacuumed carpet, “doctor said I needa sleep.”

“I won’t,” you promise and back away.

As you leave the room, your chest plummets in dread. You think of coming home, of finding him like you did before, laying on the floor, lifeless. You sniff and swipe away the speckling of tears. More than you want him to love you, you want him to love himself. You don’t just want him to want you around, you want him to be around.

🧹

You hurry up to Mr. Laufeyson’s gate with your kit and water bottle jostling. You fumble around until you find the smartphone and bring up the digits to punch into the code box. You buzz through and shuffle inside. You set off on your usual path around the back.

You stop at the rear door and try to untangle the strap of the water bottle from your kit. Your hand lingers on the front of the ballooning shirt. You still haven’t gone to look for clothes so you did your best with what you had. One of your father’s forgotten button-ups and a pair of pants that could pass in an office. It’s ill-fitting and scratch but better than jeans.

You get inside and leave your kit in the closet. Today’s a cleaning day but you have a few things to check off the schedule first. With your water bottle bouncing on your hip, you go upstairs and scurry down to the library.

As you enter, you’re surprised to discover the space less than empty. You apologise aloud and choke on the word, ‘mister’. It isn’t the house’s single resident as you expect, no, this figure could not be more different than Mr. Laufeyson. You recognise them, from the dinner.

The blond man faces you as he stands by the window, the drapes open to add the peculiarity of the situation. Like the man, the space is golden with sunlight. You lean back on your heel as you clutch the door handle.

“Hello,” he grins as he greets you in a playful demeanour. You can’t answer. You don’t know if you should.

Is it rule one; don’t speak unless permitted; or the other rule, do not disturb my guests. You can’t figure out the riddle so you languish in perplexity.

“Aren’t you a sweet little lamb,” he muses as he steps away from the window, placing his hands on the back of the dimpled leather chair. His large hands. If you thought Mr. Laufeyson was tall, this man is even taller and twice as wide. “I remember you. The sweet maid.”

You blink. Where is Mr. Laufeyson? You can’t speak. You’re too terrified; not just of the strange man but of the one you know by name. Your employer would be unhappy to know you spoke out of turn.

“Have you seen my brother at all?” He prompts disregarding your stagnant silence. “Has he spoken of me? His brother? I'm Thor.”

You look down at your hand on the door handle.

“And what is your name?” He asks.

You don’t answer. You know it’s not right but you have no other choice. You pull the door shut and close the man in. You retreat in a half-sprint and barrel back down the stairs. You trip at the bottom and barely save yourself from stumbling to your knees.

You latch onto the banister post to keep your balance and catch your breath. You hear the door above. Oh no, would he follow you? Another door clicks and you look up to find a shadow on the other side of the frosted glass framed in the front entrance.

Mr. Laufeyson steps inside coolly, unbothered as swings the door shut and tugs on the lapel of his suit jacket. His eyes fall on you and he scuffs on his sole, tilting his head in curiosity. You didn’t realise he hadn’t even been there. You look at the ceiling with wide eyes; so how was the other man inside?

“Well, there you are,” he says matter-of-factly, “this place is sore in need of a dusting–”

Laufeyson is interrupted by a clamour of footsteps above. You let go of the banister and sidle away as his green eyes flick to the top to the staircase. You shy away and listen as the man descends in a series of thunder thumps. You turn to peek down the hall, wanting to hide in your chores.

“Stay,” Laufeyson commands. You turn back to him as he points at your feet. You stop in place and sway. He faces his visitor as he comes to the bottom stair, “brother, what is the meaning of this intrusion?”

“Can I not come see my baby brother?” The other man; the stranger; his brother, called Thor, booms.

“You may, when you warn me of it,” Laufeyson rebuffs.

“Ah, don’t be so grim,” Thor claps his shoulders and is swiftly shrugged off, “this place is always so dark. I hope you don’t mind, I opened a few windows.”

“I do mind,” Laufeyson says, “you do always presume.”

“And you are always offer such a warm welcome,” he tries to tap Laufeyson’s cheek but is batted away. The dark of the brothers backs up with a scoff. “Ah, and there she is. I was only just coming to find the little maid. She rushed off so suddenly–”

“You don’t need to bother with her,” Laufeyson dismissed with a slice of his hand through the air, “maid,” he points at you again, “back to work.”

You lean back on your heel, ready to disappear.

“Ah, don’t be so rude, brother. She is sweet. You get more bees with honey–”

“Do not tell me how to run my house,” Laufeyson growls, an edge in his voice you’ve never heard before. Dangerous and dark.

“Is she not doing you a service? A please would be appropriate–”

“You are not mother. I don’t need you to mind my manners,” Laufeyson girds and nears his brother, unflinching even as he comes up a few inches short of chest to chest, “nor do you need to worry for my staff. She does not take orders from you.”

“And I suppose that’s all she gets from you,” Thor chuckles.

You furrow your brow, stunned by their spat. You’re not quite sure what that last bit meant. You work for Mr. Laufeyson so of course he would tell you what to do. And why are they so volatile? They’re brothers. You don’t have any siblings but you always wanted one. So that you had a friend. So you weren’t alone.

“Maid, go,” Laufeyson repeats, “now.”

Your eyes widen and you nod. You quickly turn and rush down the hall to the closet. You’re shaking as you try to sort out one phone from the other and find the old list of tasks. You can hardly steady your hands to get a pair of gloves on.

You take your time in the back of the house as you hear the men’s footfalls climb the staircase. You let your nerves settle just a little. You’re alone, for now, and your mission is simple. Clean and stay unseen.

#loki #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #dirty work #maid au #au #series #avengers #thor #mcu #marvel

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cinnamonest · 1 month ago

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hope u and your loved ones are okay :( wishing you and everyone affected the best ❤️

Sorry for the delay in responses and posting, I was in the hospital (again) (and unrelated to the flood, just an issue that hadn't subsided from the last visit last week).

If you have money to give I would very much prefer it go to the people who need it much more than I ever could, there's donation links here.

To be honest I am not okay on a psychological level. The whole thing has me so angry.

Now that I'm back to normal and out and about, I've heard so many horror stories from the grapevine. So many people are missing, and at this point families are having to accept that missing people aren't coming back if they haven't already.

The financial aid is a disgrace, and as aforementioned, the FEMA people are impeding help and otherwise just loafing around. We just want them gone.

Then as for the two people whose literal job is caring for this country — POTUS said like a day after the incident, on camera, "they're happy, they've gotten everything they need" while we still had people dying of dehydration on their rooftops and countless families left homeless.

Harris showed up, took a publicity photoshoot holding some donation items, then left to go drink beer on an uppity talk show like she's channelling the spirit of Nero himself.

This has been one of the most grotesque acts of US presidential negligence and dishonesty in some time, and once more of these people start getting internet access again I have no doubt a lot more will be exposed.

Now the people are just left to pick up the pieces by themselves and start over. The media has largely moved on already, and every major news outlet has drastically downplayed just how bad the destruction is. Some people on social media are celebrating it. I had to unsubscribe from an environment conservation group I followed because they published a newsletter literally lying about FEMA. It all feels so deliberate.

Bush was dragged through the mud for the rest of his career for his response to Katrina in 2005, yet he did far more and responded far more quickly. Our current leaders can wait 48 hours to acknowledge the situation, do essentially nothing, and no one seems to care, no one is holding them accountable.

I'm just very angry and having trouble moving on with life. Those two have already brought so much suffering to my community the past few years, then this happens and they can't even do a good job of pretending to care.

And I can't really do anything about any of it, which makes it worse, it festers. This bitterness is a feeling I would not wish on anyone.

#$750 while they send billions to the border and the fucking IDF is the sort of audacity we used to behead monarchs over 💀

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daytaker · 10 months ago

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Oh! Oh! Spin the bottle with Mammon for the followers event!~

Thank you for your prompt, and sorry for the delay! Writer's block has been killing me but I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Enjoy this little Mammon x reader drabble!

Spin the Smartphone

Mammon x Reader Genre: Fluff Word Count: 1154 CW: Nothing, really.

[Part of my 250 Followers Mini Event!]

“Hey, how ‘bout a game of spin the bottle?”

Mammon made the suggestion, grinning at everyone. That is to say, grinning at Levi, Satan, Asmo, the twins, and you. You were all sitting in your room, trying to figure out what to do now that the Monopoly board was scorched after Satan’s brief burst of rage earlier. (He landed on Park Place again.)

“Ew,” was Levi’s response.

“Eh?” Mammon blinked.

“You do realize that if we did that, you’d have a 5 out of 6 chance to land on one of your brothers?” Satan asked, tilting his head with a small smirk.

“...EH?!”

“Seriously, how is our brother this stupid?” sighed Belphie.

“I ain’t stupid!” Mammon whined.

“Why can’t you just ask the human for a kiss instead of coming up with these convoluted excuses?” Satan rolled the Monopoly top hat between his fingers. “Are you really so full of yourself that you can’t admit that’s what you’re actually after?”

“W-What? Whaddaya mean ‘all these convoluted excuses’?! I said one thing!”

“Last week you wanted to try seven minutes in heaven,” sighed Asmo, shaking his head. “That was even worse.”

Levi laughed. “Not to mention all the times you’ve been like, ‘Guys! I have the best idea! Let’s play truth or dare!’ and then ‘Okay, Human, ask me truth or dare! I choose dare! Huh? …Can ya dare me something else? …Can ya dare me something else again?’ Lol!”

“He’s so obvious it makes me a little sad,” Beel added with a sorry frown.

You sat and listened to the exchange. They weren’t wrong, of course. You and Asmo had made a bit of a game of it; guessing what weird attempt at an excuse to kiss you Mammon might pull out next. Still, you weren’t completely heartless, and watching Mammon get dogpiled by his younger brothers wasn’t making you feel amazing, no matter how used to it he probably was.

So later that night, after you’d all agreed it was only fair that Satan should buy the replacement Monopoly board and the brothers had all cleared out, you pulled out your DDD and opened your texts.

> Hey. Mammon: Hey!!! Mammon: I mean, what’s up? > Could you come back to my room? I wanted to ask you about something.

Less than a minute later, there was a sudden, excited knock at your door. Mammon entered before you even invited him in and plopped down on the floor.

“So! Missin’ the Great Mammon already, eh? Can’t say I blame ya.”

“I have a proposition for you,” you announced, and you pulled a Demonus bottle from under your bed.

“I accept,” Mammon declared, snatching the bottle from your hands before you had a chance to get a word in edgewise. “...Hey, what the…? It’s empty!”

You took the bottle back and slipped onto the floor, facing Mammon. “We’re not drinking it, you doofus. We’re spinning it.”

You watched the gears turn in Mammon’s head in real time. He looked at you, then at the bottle, a complete lack of understanding on his face. Then his lips moved. You thought he mouthed the word “spin”, but you couldn’t be sure. He looked up at you again, decided that was a bit too intense, and returned to staring at the bottle as his cheeks turned red.

“Wait, you mean like…?”

“Spin the bottle. Yeah.”

Mammon looked around the room in an exaggerated fashion before raising a hand dismissively. “Uh, in case ya ain’t noticed, there’s only two of us here.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I’unno. ‘S meant to be a party game.”

“You think I don’t know that?”

Finally, the last few gears seemed to click into place, and a look of recognition crossed Mammon’s face. “...Oh!”

“Yeah.”

You set the bottle down on the floor between the two of you. You both stared at it. Then you looked up at each other.

“You go first,” you said, and at the same time, Mammon said, “Uh, did you wanna–?”

Mammon gave it a spin. It was not an elegant spin either. The thing wobbled and rolled on its side and it took a few tries to get it to spin anything like how it always looked on TV.

When it stopped, it pointed unambiguously at the wall.

“Try it again,” you said.

He tried it again. This time it stopped facing your bed.

“You’re doing it wrong,” you sighed.

“The hell does that even mean?”

You ignored him and gave the bottle a spin. It went skating underneath the bed, and Mammon looked vindicated. “See? ‘S not that easy!”

Irritated to see your best made plans laid to waste, you opened up your DDD, typed a 🍾 emoji into the Notes app, and set the device down on the floor between you. You gave your device a little spin. This went far better than your last attempt, so you decided to quit while you were ahead.

Meanwhile, Mammon was attempting to decipher your actions. “The fuck is that?” he asked, squinting at the DDD.

“A bottle,” you answered with a shrug. “It’s pointing at you.”

Then you crawled across your wooden floor and pressed your lips against his, and Mammon just sort of tensed up and didn’t move, and it was awkward and kind of embarrassing and really nice. You hadn’t felt this much like a teenager since you were a teenager.

Once you crawled back to the far side of your DDD, he shook himself out of his fugue state and began protesting what had just occurred.

“H-Hey… Hey… Hey! Hey, hey, wait a second!” He seemed to be grasping at whatever he could to give himself an excuse for just how passive he was for that entire thing. “You said I could go first!”

“Spin better,” you shrugged.

“You spun worse than I did!”

“Creative solutions are rewarded.”

“...I see what’s goin’ on here,” Mammon said after a flustered pause. His confidence was suddenly back at full strength. “...You were just desperate for an excuse to kiss me, weren’t ya?”

You stared at him. Was this guy really trying to flip the scenario on its head?

“So desperate! Invitin’ me up here and pullin’ all this dumb crap with the bottle… Y’know, if ya really wanted a kiss, ya coulda just asked.” He was smirking now, smirking! “As my number one human, you should know ya always get special treatment, even when it comes to things like that. ‘Cause I’m so magnanimous and awesome and stuff.”

“Oh, Great Mammon,” you sighed, unsure if you found his schtick charming or irritating at the moment, “would you bless this poor mortal with a kiss?”

“N-Now you’re just gettin’ greedy!” Mammon scolded, cheeks flushing once again.

“Says the Avatar of Greed.”

“Exactly! I’d know!”

“Never mind then.”

“Ah, wait, wait, hold up.” Mammon grabbed the DDD that still laid on the floor between you. He gave it a spin. “Is that pointin’ at ya? Close enough, right? C’mere.”

#writing event #shywritersblog #ask response #250 followers event #i've got over 350 followers now and i still haven't gotten my fifth request for this event lmao #mc #mammon #demon brothers #fanfic #daytaker fanfic #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me x reader #obey me mammon x reader #fluff #obey me fanfic #just kinda silly #wholesome

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burningcheese-merchant · 29 days ago

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Little thank-you post!

I have over 100 followers now! Don't really know why any of you are here, I am not funny nor am I interesting, nor do I actually post anything cool lol. But regardless, I'm really grateful for you guys and for your support! (As well as all the anons that reach out to me! Thank you to you all, as well! I enjoy when people actually talk to me, nobody wants to feel like they're rambling into a void lol)

As a sort of mediocre, I'm sorry thank-you, I want to outline what I've got in store for you all next:

Gonna release the BurningCheese playlist soon, it's over 30 songs long now lol. I want you all to jam with me. Rock out to the BurningCheese vibe. (And send me more song recommendations if you want, a lot of what I have now is thanks to homies making suggestions)

PART 2 OF "Mine Forever More" IS COMING VERY SOON! Now that I've played through episode 6 (and had a massive meltdown because BURNINGCHEESE IS CANON OMG /jk), I know what I want to do for the story now. Expect it to be posted within the next day or two! (And also look forward to more short stories, I have a lot planned)

Remember those BurningCheese fankids I've mentioned more than once before? Get excited, you're gonna see and hear about them again soon 👀👀👀

I've gotten asks about my "Reformed Beasts AU" that I've been tinkering with. I promise there will be a masterpost on the subject in the future. I kind of want to iron out my thoughts on the Beasts in general first, and how I headcanon their corruptions (like that "a thought about Burning Spice" post I made). Will probably write about Shadow Milk next, or maybe Silent Salt (I've made up a whole ass character for this guy that I've gotten attached to already lol)

I know I have a bunch of asks in my inbox I still need to answer. I'm sorry for the delay, I promise I will get to you all. I inhabit the real world and have real-world responsibilities like everyone else, unfortunately haha

Gonna remind you all again that my AO3 username is sleeping_mouse_1011, because people have asked me that, too. Do be careful, a lot of my works are NSFW to some degree (that's where I indulge in Yandere Spice lol). I encourage minors to stay here and enjoy my SFW stories instead.

Got a bunch of meme edits to make now, hope those make you laugh. I gotta cope with having no artistic talent somehow

I have thoughts and headcanons I'd love to share about other characters and ships besides Burning Simp and Pretty Cheese Lady lol. I'm actually NOT entirely insane, I am capable of rational discussion about things other than BurningCheese, I swear

Thanks again to everyone who takes the time to rifle through my nonsense posts and read my stories. It really means a lot to me that my works bring people joy. I know I'm still just some nobody on here, but even so. I hope I somehow manage to put a smile on your face. Even if it's more at my own expense than anything else.

That's all from me for now. Merchant out. Later, haters

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #burningcheese #goldenspice #burning spice cookie #golden cheese cookie #shadow milk cookie #silent salt cookie #merchant shorts

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thurio-edau · 7 months ago

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SBG GANG MENTAL ANALYSIS

sorry for the delay!

alright, gotta say... this one's a bit shorter. but the next will come like a train wreck i promise😇

Part 3: Ben Clark

oh the sweet old Ben... a kind and loving soul muted away. I'm thinking of inspecting his trauma and his general actions, and give him a diagnosis which I'm sure is canon even. I'm sure everyone who knows the disorder itself is aware that Ben is, in fact, suffering from PTSD.

let's start. first, what is PTSD?

PTSD, or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, is a mental condition where someone feels what they have previously went through in a past traumatic experience. PTSD is frequently found with flashbacks to the moment, overwhelming feelings and sudden responses. there are two types of this disorder, PTSD and C-PTSD. but we'll look in the first one for now.

Ben has always been a really kind character. ever since the beginning. more of a 'gentle giant' type of character, though we never see him talk. he's soft, he loves to help his friends and never does anything vulgar around them, including the phantom dimension. he feels nice when he gets praised even if he doesn't show it too.

the first time we see him getting flashbacks and his anger issues being visible is when we first see Barron's behaviour towards Logan. anything that includes actual bullying gives him flashbacks and his response is his anger issues unleashing.

in his backstory, Ben is shown that he's more of a shy type of person, but he loves singing. because his tall and intimidating appereance doesn't match his softness, a group of dumbasses try to 'fix' him which he rejects. back when Shane strangled him, is what he gets flashbacks to. it was something that changed his entire life, he had a passion for singing but he never did with his damaged voice. god knows how many times he was hospitalized when he was going around to fights because of his outburst of rage.

yep, rage. I'd classify his anger issues as the 'rage' type with PTSD. PTSD rage makes more sense to me than just normal anger problems. I've seen and lived with many people with anger issues, but none of them are similar to rage. anger problems in general are usually verbal, if you don't make them mad to a point they're all bark and no bite. but of course after a point the violence behind the generic anger issues can unleash (see Tyler)

okay, back to Ben and rage. rage is an extreme condition of anger, the person gets violent and their thoughts are clouded with the rage which makes them not think before doing anything drastic. but he's not very closed off about it either, actually. the time where he accepted Aiden to do the storytelling was before the first half of season one, the gang wasn't even that close.

this means that he saw them as actual friends so early on. probably before everyone. Ashlyn took her sweet time accepting the friendship, I'm kind of sure that Aiden didn't at first (see Tyler, yet again), Tyler also definitely didn't (as said by Taylor in season two premiere) and I think Logan has attachment/trust issues but that's for later. the only other possible person that might accept the group fastly is Taylor but with Tyler's influence so close to her, there is also a chance she didn't at first.

Ben was fine with his friends knowing his past. he put his earphones on because he didn't want to hear about it, or else he knew he'd get flashbacks yet again. I'm thinking that it could be diagnosed too. Aiden knows that it's not just a memory, it's flashbacks to Ben and he covers for him whenever he sees something that might trigger Ben. after learning the situation, Taylor also does the same. they learn the severity of his problems and are all fine with helping him.

another thing I'm sure of is that he's extremely attached to his friends. we know that everyone is close-knit, but Ben specifically. he might not speak but that doesn't mean that he doesn't enjoy their time. he does, fully. which is I think why he/his room was... like that in the facility, without any spoilers.

to say, the gang is more than just friends to him; they're his found family, where he feels like he belongs. they don't judge him for his silence there. they understand his past. they're not scared of him just because of the way he was built and they're not going to be either.

but what about his family?

families are one of the most important part of a character and their backstory. the family is what decides how they will live, act and even feel sometimes. then what about Ben's? where were they during his backstory?

yeah. Ben's rage causes something terrible to happen.

but it ends better for everyone. Ben gets the therapy he needed, starts to live with Aiden, makes the gang his friends and it actually goes well.

his parents?

we meet Naomi and William during Lily's birthday.

yes, Mike, Lily is goshdarn adorable.

first, I think Naomi and William aren't to blame. I think they did the best they could; they tried to help Ben, tried to help him get therapy, sent him to Aiden's place to help himself. then why didn't Ben's story stop?

Ben couldn't control his rage until their house got destroyed and he realized just how far it got. he sneaked out of the house, a lot of people seem to not see that detail. and they seem to be very caring, too.

they're amazing as a whole family, to be honest. even the little Lily doesn't care about her birthday getting wrecked, because she wants to help Ben and his friends. she indirectly helped Tyler extremely well, since the sedative idea came from her in the first place.

Naomi was the first person who brought up the whole 'we-are-seeing-phantoms' discussion and William didn't hesitate to talk about it. Naomi was also the first person to notice the phantoms when the worlds collided for a mere second.

and Ben himself has shown completely zero negative behaviour towards them. and Lily gets treated like a princess -even if she accidentally neutered Ben-

side note here, that Lily also really loves the family too. the way she cuddled Aiden when he died and came back was so cute to be honest.

so I don't think the family is anywhere to blame either. it was Ben who was strangled, Ben who fought, and Ben who saw therapy. the reason why I'm talking about this is because a lot of people suddenly blame a character's family when there's a problem with them.

guys. people with caring, loving families can be traumatized too. just because someone has a happy family doesn't mean they're suddenly over any trauma they live. doesn't mean everything is suddenly okay. it means that they have an accepting place to go to, a safe space. and Ben's family? I think they're just like that. they desperately try to help. help their son, their nephew and their friends. hell, Lily trying to help also speaks volumes in my opinion. their father -dilf no.2 after Mike right here- William was the one who offered the idea to get the kids saved from the centipede phantom. and to be honest? it was pretty smart.

she also tried to prevent Emma from going mad because come on, Emma would absolutely wreck anyone if they dared blame Ashlyn for this. (still I think Jessica has to apologize for being to insensitive smh)

Naomi really seems like a sweetheart to me, I already said what to be said about William in a single very important side sentence and if there was any kind of in-family neglect Lily would also be affected. but she isn't so I think we're good? I adore the whole Ben family tho.

to wrap it all up.

Ben is suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder which makes him see flashbacks and turn into a rage mode each time he is triggered due to his backstory, being bullied because he's too soft. his rage causes a gang to destroy his home (HELLO?? ARE THERE NO FUNCTIONING COPS IN THIS STOR-- oh wait it's america yea there ain't nvm) and his parents try their best. move, get Ben to therapy and let Daniel's side help him by doing stuff he loves. Ben is still trying to recover, but his flashbacks are strong due to impacting his entire life from his voice and make it difficult.

(vocal chords repair by time actually, but he hasn't been speaking for like 4 years so maybe it'd need some voice exercises until it returns to normal?? if it's just vocal chords he'd be alright. imagine if he could talk and sing normally all this time but he just didn't know. it's something between "aww poor guy :((" and "lmao"

but I don't know about voice box, can someone enlighten me on vocal chord damage vs. voice box damage? thamks)

and Lily. Lily is a cinnamon roll. no other opinions allowed.

-i wanted to make a part for Ben and Taylor but i decided wasn't fit here :P-

#sbgblr #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #schoolbus graveyard #sbg #sbg ben #ben clark

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yuri-is-online · 7 months ago

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Tokyo Debunker Intro Text/Notes

When the world is collapsing around you... Whose hand will you take?

It appears that whoever is asking this question is lighting a mesmer match, and blows it out just before we transition to the character select screen. The voice actor feels to me like the MC's, implying she could be asking this question of and using the match on herself.

Since Ancient times, humans have gathered around fires, fearing the fall of an eternal night. Yet they cannot help but peer into the shadows that hide in old places and pool in empty streets. Foolishly they yearn for it-- For the unknown that lies beyond the edge of darkness.

As this text plays the MC is running through a burning building that seems like it is the school's main hallway.

The following text does not change no matter what dialogue option you pick:

Frostheim

Luca

"I'm sorry... Yet again I have failed to protect the people most important to me... Please don't make that face. This is the only path left."

Jin

"We were just playing out a fixed match. And I was nothing but a figurehead all along... There's no time left. Get out of here. That's my final order to you."

Tohma

"Just look at the state of your hair. You really ought to go get tidied up. You simply cannot help but stick your nose in everywhere, can you?* I'm counting on you to handle the fallout."

*this is said fondly, he's not actually upset

Kaito

"I really was weak and useless all the way to the bitter end, huh? I'm sorry. I'm probably just delaying the inevitable, but... this is all a guy like me can do, you know?"

Vagastrom

Sho

"What're you doing here? Geez... What am I supposed to do, huh? I'm the only guy for the job. Pfft... what's with that face? At least send me off with a smile. Well... it's been a fun ride. Thanks for everything.*"

*Sho refers to the MC as senpai when addressing them

Alan

"Don't come any closer. I don't want to hurt you any more... Time's up. Sorry..."

Leo

"Life sucks and then you die, right? I just want to make the assholes responsible regret it. Gross, don't make that face at me. You think I'm suddenly pathetic enough to be moved by your ugly crying?"

Jabberwock

Towa

"Heh heh... ♪"*

Haru

"Gahaha! Why the long face? Head on back now. Everything's gonna be just fine.* I just couldn't do it in the end. Couldn't protect my home, or you guys, or anything at all..."

*this first part is said very upbeat before transitioning into a very defeated sounding, quieter tone. almost like he is talking to himself while still addressing mc

Ren

"This is exactly why I didn't want to do this! I knew this was how it was gonna end! What am I even doing here? This is all your fault..."

Sinostra

Ritsu

"I see you've guessed my intention. It's of little consequence. I suggest you get as far from here as you can. Father... I was unworthy to be your son. I hope you can forgive me."

Taiga

"Gyahaha! Time to cash in your chips! Guess this while thing was just a busted flush*, huh? Tell me something, would you? What could I have done different to change this outcome?"

*poker term, also slang for "a promising person or thing that turns out to be unsuccessful"

Romeo

"Tch. What do you want? Coming up here now... you're just getting in my way! I've got one last job for you. Tell everyone I looked flawless in my final moments."

Hotarubi

Haku

"Sorry. Guess I couldn't be the guy you wanted me to be. Ha. Ha... Don't look at me like that. Never lost faith in me, did you?*"

*it's brief, but I think I caught him thanking the MC. Also he's got some serious crazy eyes as he falls...

Subaru

"This is all my fault. I don't expect you to forgive me, but this is the least I can do... Please take this as my final act of good faith."

Zenji

"Ha ha... All the greatest literary masters departed this world before their time. I won't be leaving a masterpiece behind... but if I can save you, and our friends, I could ask for nothing more."

Obscuary

*this dorm is missing two students at the time of writing

Rui

"Ha ha... You found me! Geez, are you in love with me or something? Hey now. Don't think about trying to grab my hand. Just be happy enough for the both of us, ok?"

Mortranken

Yuri

"It's all going up in flames... all of my research... the fruit of my blood, sweat, and tears! Ha... HA HA! AH HA HA! AH HA HA HA!! Goodbye Mama..."

Jiro

"There's no coming back from this. I will struggle until it's over though. Dying always looks like it hurts. I hope I can save you at least, but don't get your hopes up. Bye."

at this point, the character will jump off the balcony the were standing on, some will reach out to the MC (Towa really looks like he is) other just kind of let the arm hang (Zenji committing to the noble sacrifice and Leo you fucking bitch-) The screen will then go black...

Please someone tell me... Where did we go wrong?

#tokyo debunker #right lots of thoughts #mostly about alan/tohma/haku/and subaru

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Into the Fire: An Eddie Munson x Reader Story Pt. 25

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Part 24

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Part 25: I Won’t Back Down

Thursday, June 29th, 1989

"You ready, sweetheart?" Eddie asks on Thursday morning. You've been sitting together in his van for the last fifteen minutes, delaying the inevitable. You stare uneasily at the theater from across the street. It stares back at you unthreateningly, the lights in the sign and overhang shining like dozens of friendly, yellow eyes. There's nothing to be afraid of, Y/N. Tommy won't be in here anymore, you imagine the Hawk saying to you. It speaks in a sweet, feminine voice, doing its best to put you at ease. As nice as that sentiment is, this feels like a trap. "Hello? Earth to Y/N. You ready to go?" Eddie questions you again, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Hmm?" You snap out of it, looking at Eddie with a stunted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let's go."

"We don't have to do this if you aren't ready, princess. What you went through was really shitty, and everyone would understand if you need more time一" He repeats the same spiel he's been relaying to you all morning. When you woke up, at breakfast, in the shower, getting dressed. You've had the honor of witnessing this trauma infomercial for the fifth time now.

"I'm fine, Eds!" You cut him off in annoyance. Eddie shuts his mouth tight in response, shrinking back into his seat. You sigh, giving him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I just don't need to hear the routine again, okay? I promise I can do this, and I'm going to be fine." You insist as calmly as you can. You appreciate Eddie's concern, truly. But you can't keep hiding away, you have a new job to get to. You refuse to stop living because one asshole decided to try and take advantage of you.

"Okay." He nods, realizing he's been a little pushy today. Of course he wants you to be able to move on with your life. He only worries that you're throwing yourself into work to avoid actually experiencing your emotions. You haven't talked much about what happened since Monday. You've burst into tears a couple times, totally unprompted. And he knows all the details of what took place. But what he doesn't know is how all of it makes you feel. He supposes if the roles were reversed, he wouldn't be so keen on talking about it, either. Even with you. He decides to give you space on the subject, and let you deal with it your own way. You're a grown woman, and you don't need to be coddled. "C'mon, boss. I'm sure Mr. Biggs has plenty of work for you today." He allows a small smile to creep across his lips, and you both hop out of the van to head inside.

You take hold of his hand, and walk into the Hawk for the first time since you passed out. Mr. Biggs is waiting by concessions to greet you, and you notice a perfectly pressed red button-up sitting on the counter. "Ah, Y/N! It's so good to see you. How are you feeling?" The old man says as you approach him.

"I'm doing good, and I'm ready to take on whatever you've got for me." You reply happily, turning up your internal dial. Forcing yourself to ignore the gnawing fear inside you. The second you walked in here, the hair on the back of your neck stood up on end. Goosebumps rose upon your skin, giving you a chill. The feeling passed once Biggs started talking, but your heart has yet to get the memo. You really hope you don't have a panic attack today, you're sure you've got too much work ahead of you. Plus, it could potentially tell your boss that you aren't ready for this much responsibility. And you can't have that. You need this promotion, you need that raise. For you, for Eddie, for your future. No amount of fear or anxiety is going to stand in your way. Not if you have anything to say about it.

"Glad to hear it. I've got this shirt here for you, and a spare is waiting in the break room. You won't need the vest anymore, so your new tag will clip right onto your shirt." Biggs says, handing off the crisp, clean garment off to you. You take it in your hands, a rush of excitement rolling over you at this opportunity becoming a reality. "Well, I'll let you get changed, and then we'll get started."

"Sure thing, sir." You say cheerily. You give Eddie a light peck on the lips before heading to the bathroom. You can hear Biggs giving Eddie his assignment for the day as you walk to the restroom, as well as Eddie asking Biggs to keep an eye on you. He expresses his worry, which simultaneously makes your heart melt and break. You love how much he cares for you, but you hate that he thinks you need to be 'watched over'. You push the bathroom door open, and it slams on its hinges behind you. You head into a stall, locking the door. You try to stay calm as you take off your old uniform, but your fingers keep fumbling against the buttons. You feel like you're going to cry again, but you really don't want to. Not here, not now. All it'll do is make everyone worry, and feel sorry for you. They might even send you home. "Ugh, snap out of it!" You shout aloud, the words echoing in the room.

You inhale slowly, shoving the tears and nausea down deeper and deeper on the exhale. I can do this, you think to yourself. You manage to get your damn shirt off, removing it and the vest together. They fall to the floor in an uncaring pile, and you pick up the red shirt. You slip your arms into the sleeves, pulling the fabric over your shoulders and back, treating it as armor to protect you from your own weakness. White Shirt Y/N is the one who cries at the drop of a hat, the one who doubts her every move, the one who gets assaulted. But Red Shirt Y/N is stronger than that, better than that. She can handle anything you throw at her, without even breaking a sweat. You've decided it for yourself at this moment. When you're here, in this uniform, nothing can get to you.

You bunch up the old clothes in your arms, and leave the stall. You check yourself in the mirror, tucking the tails of your shirt into your slacks, and adjusting the bow tie at your collar. You give yourself a final once-over, and you can't help smiling at how amazing you feel right now. "Bitchin'." You smirk at your reflection, turning to leave the restroom and begin your first day in this new role. You head to the break room to put the old uniform into your locker, as well as the spare red shirt Mr. Biggs has issued to you. You find the new tag laid neatly on top of it, the sheen of the plastic catching the light. It's white and oval-shaped, just like all the others. But engraved in bold, black letters it reads: 'Y/N Henderson, Supervisor'. You hastily clip it above your right breast, making sure it's sitting straight as an arrow.

"Well, damn, princess. Red sure does look smokin' on you." You hear Eddie's voice in the doorway, and your head snaps up to look at him. He's leaning casually against the door frame, hands in his pockets, one foot crossed around the other. His eyes drag down your body, before flicking back upwards to meet yours. He smiles at your gaze, glad to see your mood has improved a bit.

"You really think so?" You ask teasingly, doing a little twirl for him. Similarly to your first day, when you wore the same uniform as him. He chuckles lightly at your goofiness, and walks across the break room to meet you. You immediately insert yourself into his embrace, humming contently at his hands resting on your hips.

"You look great, babydoll." He coos, brushing a stray hair behind your ear.

"That's Ms. Henderson to you." You say with faux-severity. Meanwhile, your hands rest on Eddie's chest, and your knee manages to slip between his legs.

"Oh, is it, now? Well, pardon my rudeness...Ms. Henderson." Eddie plays along, his palms slipping behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan quietly, as does he when your knee ghosts over his crotch.

"I see someone's taken a liking to your new uniform, Y/N." Jamie quips as he walks in to get a cup of coffee. You and Eddie separate immediately in his presence, and a harsh blush burns on your cheeks. Jamie nonchalantly pours some of the fresh pot into a styrofoam cup, mixing in his usual two sugars and two creams. He leans back against the table, stirring his cup while grinning at the two of you.

"Well, I, uh...need to get to the ticket booth." Eddie says awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah一 Yeah. I-I'm sure Biggs is waiting for me. I'll see you later一" You speak in a similarly frazzled manner, struggling to piece a full sentence together.

"Lunch?" Eddie forces the word out, his bashful eyes locking onto yours.

"Yep, lunch!" You nod, emitting an odd laugh. You stand in the unbearable silence for a moment, trying to find a way out. "Okay, bye." You blurt after what feels like an eternity, gently pushing past him to leave the room. You hear Eddie's footfalls behind yours, before he turns to head outside to the booth.

"Real smooth, you two!" Jamie calls sarcastically while you walk away, making you both cringe. Could this moment be any more embarrassing?

"I think you're making a huge mistake here, Biggs. You barely gave him a week!" You hear an unfamiliar male voice shouting over by the concession counter, and you look to find a man standing in front of your boss. He's tall, with dark brown hair slicked all the way back against his block-shaped head. He's wearing khaki slacks, a striped Polo shirt, and brown dress shoes. A gaudy gold Rolex sits heavily around his thick wrist, and his bulking arms follow his words angrily as he berates Mr. Biggs. This must be the dreaded Jack Hagan.

"He assaulted one of our employees, Jack! And I can't tolerate that kind of behavior here!" Biggs retorts, crossing his arms. He seems quite unbothered by Hagan's demeanor, which you find amusing. You're guessing it runs in the family, all bark and no bite.

"Oh, right, his ex-fuckin'-girlfriend! The way I see it, the little bitch wanted it! Tommy told me the way she'd smile at him when he made moves on her. She was asking for it." Jack insists, the words sliding off his tongue like toxic sludge. You feel your anger building as he spews disgusting lies about you. You can see where Tommy gets his entitlement and pervy attitude from. You take a minute to slow down, balling your fists for a minute to release the rage. Then, you slap on a kind smile, and cooly approach the two men.

"I can assure you, Mr. Hagan, I was definitely not 'asking for it'. If anything, I asked your son multiple times to leave me alone. I'm dating someone else now. I have no intention of being in any way intimate with Tommy again. I hope that clears things up for you." You speak as kindly as you can muster, leaving no room for this man to call you rude or combative. He really shouldn't even be here at all. Chief Powell is no doubt itching to put the Hagans in cuffs if they keep stirring up trouble.

Jack scoffs, dismissing your presence. That is, until he sees your new uniform and tag. "And you fuckin' promoted the little cunt?!" He jabs a thumb in your direction, his face growing red.

"Yes, I did. Y/N is a hard worker, she earned it." Biggs replies, nodding to you respectfully.

"Oh, you are un-fuckin'-believable, Biggs! You just wait and see, I'll put you outta business for this!" Jack screams, before turning to storm out of the theater. He stops in front of you for a second first, looking you up and down incredulously. "Shit, I've gotta teach Tommy to have some taste. And you better watch out, little girl. Tommy's just waitin' for an opportunity where your little boyfriend isn't around to protect you." He smirks as he vaguely threatens you, but you don't waver. You aren't scared of this man. Sure, he's big, and rich as fuck. But he's also a major pussy, just like his idiot son. You take a step closer to him, still smiling confidently while you enter his space.

"Last I checked, I didn't need my boyfriend to send that little shit running." You chuckle, which makes the man uneasy. He almost backs away from you, but fights the reflex for the sake of intimidating you. Thankfully, you notice his swaying half-step regardless of his efforts. You keep going, knowing exactly what to say to put an end to this shit. "And you'd better watch out with those threats, sir. I've gotten pretty tight with Chief Powell these last few months. I know he'll have my back if you, or anyone associated with you, try to come after me or Eddie." Jack scoffs at you again, opening his mouth to say something. But given how unafraid you appear to be in this little standoff, he decides against it.

Instead, he continues to the door, yelling and babbling about how Mr. Biggs is going to regret his decision. He leaves the theater, stomping down the street to his car. You can't help but giggle at the man's lack of control, he's like an angry cartoon character. "Are you alright, Y/N?" Biggs asks, drawing your gaze to him again.

"Yeah, I'm good. What's my first task, sir?" You chirp, meeting your boss properly now. He returns your smile, and proceeds to lead you through your new duties.

First, you start back in the breakroom, where Biggs shows you around his office. He hands you your own set of keys. Freshly made and kept on a durable ring, all of which are neatly labeled with small strips of masking tape, the words written in neat print by the man himself. There's nine in total: front door, back door, ticket booth, break room, office, projection room, storage, restrooms, and cleaning supplies. You slip the bulk of metal into your pocket, the weight jingling against your thigh. Biggs makes it very clear that you are, under no circumstances, to lose said keys. The punishment for such an infraction, you have no idea. But given his severe delivery of this warning (as all of his warnings come), you have no intention of finding out.

Secondly, Mr. Biggs gives you the run-down on how schedules and assignments are comprised. He gives you a copy of every employee's listed availability, along with print-outs of a schedule template. The maximum hours for the week is listed in the top right corner, and your job now is to fill in each person's column with no more than forty hours apiece, as well as not to exceed the set limit. Along with this, any requests for time off from the underlings will go through you, but your own requests must be cleared by the big boss. You find this to make enough sense, you're needed for more specific tasks than the others now, so your schedule is inherently far less flexible.

Thirdly, Biggs has given you the wonderful task of reviewing and interviewing the applicants he has gathered to replace your lower-level position, as well as Tommy's. He hands you a stack of filled out applications for you to look over. You are to contact and set up an interview with every last one of these people, all while maintaining a hold on whatever other duties you're dealing with day to day.

And finally, dreadfully, there is the matter of inventory. Biggs has the good sense to save this area for last, given the unfortunate incident that occurred the last time you tried to complete it. He clarifies that what you've already done is spectacular, showing a clear understanding of the job right away. He gives you the same clipboard from Monday, with the same sheets you'd been filling out. He instructs you to finish what you started, changing the numbers, if need be, and to bring him the completed pages. You apprehensively accept, though you don't show a whiff of doubt in his presence. You are 'Red Shirt Y/N' now, after all.

You take a deep breath as you open the door to the storage room where Biggs has left you. The door swings silently on its hinges, and you flick on the light. The same shadows from before cast wide around the room. Only this time, they seem to have grown in the last couple days. You close the door behind you, taking more deep breaths to calm yourself. You hope it's only your imagination, but you swear you can smell the acrid scent of blood and vomit hanging in the stale air of this glorified closet. You lock this obvious olfactory hallucination in a box inside your mind, focusing on writing the numbers along the columns on the papers in your hands.

"I got this." You murmur to yourself, once again ignoring the goosebumps and raised hairs. Most of the numbers you'd entered previously still hold true, which you're immensely thankful for. The less time you spend in here, the better. Just until the memory of Tommy and the blood and the vomit fades into distant recollection. You're nearing the area where Tommy accosted you now, the refrigerated frankfurters and nacho cheese, among other things equally as processed. You keep trucking along through the list, scratching the figures in with your pencil. You notice your hand has begun to tremble in your grasp, giving your handwriting the appearance of what you imagine the scrawl of an asylum patient would look like. Scraggly, crooked, unfocused and afraid. You shake your hand out with the pencil in your grip, when it suddenly loosens, flying across the room and rolling beneath one of the shelves. "Shit." You mutter, rolling your eyes.

Get it together!, you mentally scold yourself. You make your way over to where you think the damned stick of wood and lead has gone, getting down on your hands and knees to check. You see it, about halfway under, tip pointed towards you like a rigid finger. You ignore that mental picture, as it troubles your mind in ways you don't want to think about. You remind yourself that you're all alone in here, and there's nothing to worry about. But against your own intentions, your psyche settles on one word in particular in that train of thought: Alone.

Alone...all alone. Alone, in a dimly lit room full of scattered shadows. Alone, where no one can hear you scream...where no one can help you. Just like on Monday, remember? You screamed and screamed, and nobody came... The voice inside your head is no longer your own now. Not by a longshot. Sure, it's still your mind, so the only one that can shut it up is you. But the way it sounds, speaking in a foreboding, almost gleeful voice...it brings yet another chill all the way down your spine. Like someone with ice-cold fingers is crouching behind you, dragging the tips along every single vertebrae. It keeps repeating the same phrases, emphasizing that five-letter word that you now have come to loathe as well as fear.

You try to ignore it, block out its chanting, which the voice seems far too happy to do. Alone, alone, all alone! Nobody to find you! Nobody to hear you! All alone, all alone, hahahahaha! You picture what kind of being could possess such an awful voice, so high-pitched and gravelly, almost demonic. Something that lurks within the shadows currently surrounding you, something that whispers in your ear in the dead of night. Does it look human, or more like an animal? Does it have wings, or horns, or claws? All of the above? Is its skin weathered and leathery? Are its eyes a terrifying, piercing yellow? Your mind runs wild with the possibilities of what this made-up...thing you've concocted resembles, and you don't like a single part of it. Not a one.

"Y/N?" You hear a voice behind you, which makes you scream. Your body jerks upwards beneath the shelf, and you bonk your head on the grated metal.

"Ow." You whimper, rubbing your now-sore head with one hand while the other finally snatches up the damned pencil.

"Shit. I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to scare you." Eddie, it's just Eddie. You let out a sigh of relief at hearing your love, and slowly creep out from beneath the shelf, pencil in hand. "Are you okay?" He asks as he helps you up from the floor. His big brown eyes are blown out with concern, and you nod.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me." You let out a dry laugh, trying to quell the shakes ravaging your body. You'd just hopped yourself up on adrenaline with your nonsense, and now Eddie's scared it all out of you and your body is crashing down to normalcy.

"You sure you're alright? You got pretty spooked." He continues, taking hold of your free hand.

"Yeah, I was just...freaking myself out in here." You admit, though you have no intention of going into detail as of yet. Or ever. "But I'm almost done, is there something you need?" You turn the questions onto him, wondering why he's in here at all.

"Oh, yeah. I was just coming to get some more ticket paper. But then I saw you on the floor and wondered what that was about." Eddie chuckles lightly, though his brow is still raised, as it has been multiple times today. Usually when he assumes you're hiding or twisting the truth from him.

"Oh, okay. Help yourself." You smile, before resuming your work. Eddie heads for the shelf he requires, looking around for the right box.

"You gonna be okay in here, Y/N? I can stay...if you don't want to be alone." He offers, hoping you'll bite. There's no one waiting for him right now, he definitely has the time to spare. And he wants to make absolutely sure you're alright, he's worried about what exactly was freaking you out in here.

"I'm fine, Eddie." You say firmly, growing a little annoyed with him again. You're not a helpless child, you can handle a badly-lit closet for five more minutes. "I'll be out there in a sec, okay?" You meet his eyes when he's standing by the door, pleading with him to just drop it already.

Eddie looks at you a moment, trying to come up with a way to get you to just fucking talk to him already. You won't talk about Monday, and you won't talk about whatever the hell is going on in here. He's tried everything, but you won't budge an inch. He lets out a frustrated sigh, nodding in obedience. "Okay. Fine. I'll see you at lunch." He says in defeat, before heading out the door without another word.

Your heart sinks at the way he sounds, but you just aren't ready yet. You don't know if you ever will be. You don't want to think about what happened. It's not like anything actually happened, anyway. Tommy didn't get very far, just a stupid kiss. You fought him off, end of story. You can think of many others who weren't as lucky in this kind of situation, so there's no reason for you to fixate on it. Because you're not a victim. Not really. Right? You let out a sigh yourself, resuming your work.

You leave the storage room not much later, and quietly work around Eddie while you add up everything at concessions. You're guessing he left the ticket booth to switch with Jamie. "Hey, Eds." You say sweetly, a gentle acknowledgement of him. He doesn't say anything back, however. He appears to be ignoring you, or at least allowing you to do your job without distraction. Your heart sinks further either way, and you wish you hadn't been so stubborn earlier. You curse yourself for backsliding into old habits, ones you promised you wouldn't indulge anymore. You resolve to do everything you can to fix this later, after work and after Eddie's had his own chance to breathe. You know how much he despises it when you hide any part of yourself from him.

You finish the sheets without another word, handing them in to Biggs in his office. He looks them over carefully, and praises you on a job well done. It's time for your lunch break now, and you really hope Eddie won't make you eat alone. You've kinda pissed him off, and you desperately want to kick your own ass for it. You go over to his station anyways, and kindly invite him to join you in the lunches you'd packed this morning.

"Only if we eat in the van, and you talk to me about what the hell is going on with you." Eddie says seriously, muted anger staining his voice.

"Can't we do that later, Eds? I just want to eat and spend some time with you." You insist, but he shakes his head.

"What? So you can put it off again? Keep shutting me out? I don't think so, sweetheart." Man, you've really gotten him riled up this time. He keeps his cool as best he can, but the truth reads all over his features.

"I just don't want to deal with it when we have to come back to work a couple minutes later. I've got a lot of other new shit to learn today. Can you cut me a little slack here, please?" You beg grumpily. Neither of you are having a very easy go of things today. You've both fallen into this sour mood, and you really don't like it. The two of you are frustrated with each other for your various insistence, and at yourselves for perhaps pushing too hard in one way or the other. It's nothing you haven't worked through before, but any type of tension in your relationship sets you both on edge.

"Fine. But we are talking about this after work. No more stalling. I mean it, Y/N." Eddie says with total finality.

"Okay." You reply curtly, and the two of you gather your food and go out to the van.

You eat in silence, save for Eddie asking you a couple friendly questions about the new job. You answer them normally, and he nods agreeably at your responses. You can still feel that tension brewing between you, and it's getting so fucking annoying. You can sense it coursing through your veins, and you're sure Eddie feels it, too. There's this unbearable need to let the frustration go, to release yourselves from it so you can move on. Part of that will come when you open up to him later. But the other part...can be resolved now. You finish eating quickly, as if you're both mentally on the same page. You check the time, and you still have fifteen minutes left of your break.

Without a word, you get up from your seat, taking hold of Eddie's hands to bring him with you to the back of the van. He follows silently, allowing you to pull him along. You push him roughly onto the blankets below, and kneel over him while you open your slacks. He does the same, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. The both of you kick your pants down your legs, without taking them or your shoes all the way off. You shove your panties down your thighs, all the way to your ankles. Eddie mirrors your action with his boxers, and his stiff cock smacks against his stomach. It's the only sound that can be heard in the van, other than the rustling of fabric, or the heavy breathing bursting forth from your mouths.

You take his dick in your hand, and he lets out a small moan. His own hand reaches between your legs, shoving two fingers into your pussy. You whimper at the sensation, and he recklessly fingers you to get you ready for him. Still, not a single word is uttered between you, you're just following what your bodies are asking 一no, screaming一 for. You need each other, despite your current disagreement. Right here, right now. No talking, no games. Just sex, plain and simple.

You pump Eddie's cock in your hand ferociously, and he keeps making you wet with his long fingers. He's using his left hand, which is unusual for him. This allows the cold metal of his rings to rub against you, thrilling your insides and outsides until you take his length into you at full force. Neither of you are going to last very long, all this pent up energy won't allow for that. But it's for the best, really, you don't have time on your side. Besides, you want this hard and fast and dirty. That's how it has to be.

You decide you're ready enough now, swatting Eddie's hand away and leading his leaking tip to your entrance. You don't bother to tease by dragging him along your soaked folds, you don't want to wait a second longer than you have to. You immediately sink down onto him, gasping loudly when he hits your cervix. Eddie groans, and his hands take a harsh grip on your hips. You don't waste a lick of time, beginning to bounce on him with everything you've got.

Eddie's dick rams against your g-spot with your every move, quickly setting you up for an intense orgasm. As it's been said, this won't take long at all. He helps you both along by thrusting himself upwards to meet your landing again and again, drawing animalistic grunts and moans from the both of you. His fingers dig into your flesh harder than they ever have before, deepening the bruises he'd given you yesterday morning.

You can't be bothered to say a single thing to each other as you screw in this carnal way. No swears, no praise, no filthy names or phrases. You don't even think of them now. All you can think is how you want to fuck harder, faster, to make your bodies snap into a thousand goddamn pieces. You want to tear each other apart, as you'd find it to be the ultimate act of love.

The windows are clouded over with thick fog, and your clothes and hair have gone damp with sweat. You're going to stink of sex when you go back inside, but to hell with it. Work doesn't matter more than what you two share, and you refuse to let the idea of embarrassment from your coworkers stop you now. You keep riding Eddie like it's your dying wish, making him moan and whimper as your velvet walls squeeze around him. His noises fuel your fire, and you push yourself to the limit.

Eddie's getting dangerously close now, his only focus being how hot and wet your pussy is, and how badly he wants to spill his messy load inside you. More than that, though, he wants to make you scream. Your current whines and squeals are phenomenal to him already, but he wants to see how far you can go. How unraveled and untamed you can become. He suddenly shoves you backwards. Not too rough, but not exactly gentle either. You fall onto your back, confused for a second. But he doesn't give you a moment to think, as he flips you onto your stomach, and yanks your lower half upwards and towards him.

You put your weight onto your hands and knees, getting the message of what he's trying to do. His arm wraps around your stomach, and he slams his cock into you in one swift stab. You cry out, your head falling forward at how perfectly his tip smacks against your sweet-spot. Your hands dig into the blankets, holding on for dear life while Eddie drills into you like a machine. His pelvis slaps against your ass over and over, stinging your skin.

You can feel the end nearing for you both now. His thrusts lose focus, though they don't lose an ounce of speed, and your insides have started their tell-tale fluttering around his length. Eddie takes this as his cue to go even harder, bringing himself past his own physical threshold. He pushes your upper half down onto the bedding, forcing your face to squish against the layers of fabric. He holds you in place like this, to a point where your left cheek can feel the firm floor of the vehicle below.

You continue to make the most wild noises, rewarding Eddie's every thrust with another moan or wail of pleasure. You're so fucking close, you can feel it. Any second now, you're going to lose all control. You're anticipating it, which only increases the overwhelming waves of your orgasm that threaten to take hold. Eddie's grunting like a feral beast behind you, his chest heaving and brows drawn in a creased v-shape. You wish you could see what you've done to him, wondering if he himself has turned into the demon you were imagining earlier. The thought of you having such an effect on him makes the knot within you snap.

You scream so loud, and your body loses all control of itself. Your legs shake, and your arms claw and thrash at the covers beneath you for purchase. You're blinded by ecstasy, unable to see anything but bursting stars. Your cunt clamps down on Eddie's dick, which makes him let out a primal yell, a call that simultaneously arouses and terrifies you.

His hips buck erratically into you, dragging your pleasure out. He can't stop fucking you, and it's enough to make tears spring from your eyes. He's still holding you in place, thrusting into you again and again as his cum spills from him. Your own arousal spurts from your pussy, mixing with his and flowing downwards between your bodies. It miraculously manages to miss your clothes, only small drips on your thighs, the rest pooling onto the blankets you've been screwing on.

It takes Eddie a couple minutes to come to a complete stop, his dick has yet to go soft. And you feel so fucking good inside, it's unreal. He wishes he had time to keep going, he'd use you up until there's nothing left if he could. And you know for certain that you'd let him. He slowly pulls out of you, though you're still pulsating around him as he does so. You both groan at the eventual loss, struggling to keep from falling over into your mess.

"Fuck." Eddie breaks the silence, though he's completely out of breath.

"We definitely needed that." You comment, scooting yourself forward to sit up straight and put your pants back on.

"Don't think that this is getting you out of talking later, angel." Eddie warns from behind you, which makes your body stiffen. He notices your reaction, and decides to tone it down a little. "I'm still annoyed as hell at you, but I know this thing is harder to talk about than others. But you know I'm here for you, always." He ends lovingly, his voice dipped in sadness. He just wants to be there for you when you need him, to love and support you through everything. He only wishes you'd actually let him.

"I know, Eds. And I'm sorry for being...this way. But I promise I'll tell you everything later. Let's get back in there, and finish the day." You turn to meet his gaze, finding a small amount of forgiveness waiting for you.

"Sure thing, boss." He smirks, pulling that fun little name out again.

"Don't get me all horny again, Eds. Or I might just write you up." You joke while biting your lip.

"I'm counting on it, sweetheart." He finishes, calling this game to an end...for now.

You both head back inside, going your separate ways until the day is done. Eddie stays at concessions, while you use the phone in Biggs' office to call up a few of the applicants in the massive pile he gave you. You recognize a couple of the names, some classmates of yours, as well as Max Mayfield. You'd love to have another familiar face here, putting her at the top of your list. You set up an interview with her and about five others for tomorrow. The rest are spread throughout the week, anywhere between three to six per day. Somewhere during all of this, you'll need to put together the schedule as well. You can already tell this role is going to be far more taxing than scooping popcorn and ringing up tickets.

By the end of the day, your brain is absolutely fried from calling number after number of what feels like every teenager, single mother, and druggie burnout in Hawkins. Eddie comes back to the office after doing his share of evening clean-up, leaning in the doorway. "You ready, love?" He asks, noticing your stressed-out stature. Your hair is frizzy from running your hands through it, and you're slouching over the desk with applications strewn everywhere. A worn-down pencil sits between your fingers, thumping rapidly against one of the papers before you.

"Hm?" You ask, not even looking at him. You're poring over the schedule now, fruitlessly attempting to get Wednesday and Thursday to work right. It's practically impossible, you've tried everything. Swapping shifts, lessening hours, etc. But you're completely stuck.

"Y/N, it's time to go home." Eddie says again, drawing your eyes to him now. His face falls when he sees how exhausted you look, dry eyes and clenched jaw to boot.

"Oh. Right." You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose between your fingers. You drop the pencil from your other hand. And you groan loudly while slowly wiping your palms over your face. You blink your eyes a few times afterwards in an attempt to moisten them. "Sorry, I've been calling people for hours. And then there's this damn schedule that doesn’t wanna work." You gesture at it in irritation.

"I'm sorry, angel. That sounds awful." Eddie tuts, reconsidering the idea of making you talk tonight. You've been through enough as it is. If you want to put it off another day, he'll completely understand.

"Yeah, well, it's what I signed up for. And an extra five bucks an hour is more than worth it." You smile, trying to remain optimistic. Today was certainly a challenge, but you know you'll find a good rhythm once you get the hang of things.

"If you say so, babydoll. I definitely don't envy you one bit." Eddie chuckles, extending his hand your way. "C'mon, let's lock up and get the hell outta here."

"Yes, please!" You exclaim, taking his hand. He stays by your side as you lock up, waiting in the warm evening air while you twist the key into the front doors. "There, all safe and sound." You say, turning to head for the van.

You both have a smoke on the way home, not talking much during the drive. It's not like earlier, though, the energy between you is much more calm and empathetic now. Eddie parks on the far end of the driveway, turning to you in his seat. "We don't...have to talk now if you're not up for it. I know work was a lot for you today." Eddie offers, putting a kind hand on your knee.

"No, no. You were right. I've been hiding again, and I shouldn't be. We can do this now." You put your hand over his, squeezing gently.

"Okay. C'mon." He says. He's overjoyed that you don't want to lock yourself away anymore. You follow his lead, but he doesn't go into the house. Instead, he walks around to the back of the van.

"Watcha doin', Eds?" You ask with a quirked brow.

"I'll show you." He says simply, taking hold of the back door handles to hoist himself up onto the back bumper. Once his feet are on the thin piece of metal, he puts his hands on the roof of the vehicle and lifts himself up. He crawls awkwardly until he's fully up there, and he sits at the edge with his feet hanging off now.

"Eddie, you can't be serious! There's no way I can get up there!" You giggle at his monkey-man antics. You're extremely skeptical, however, that you'll be able to replicate them.

"It's easy, Y/N. I'll help you, c'mere." He waves you over, and you apprehensively do as he asks. You stand in front of the doors, and he smiles down at you. "Okay, grab the handles, and put your feet on the bumper like I did." He instructs. You do as he asks, gripping the handles and balancing wearily on the bumper. "Good, now give me your hands, and I'll pull you up. You can put your feet on the handles as I lift you."

"Jesus, this is insane." You laugh, before once again following Eddie's directions. You take hold of his hands, and he uses all his strength to lift you up. You help out by stepping onto the handles, and he continues to bring you onto the roof. You land gently on top of him, and you both lay here like this for a moment. His legs are still hanging off the edge, and yours stick out in the air. Your stare into each other's eyes, and small smiles lay about your faces. "You wanna tell me why we're up here, baby?"

"Sure, it's quite simple. I like to come up here when something's really buggin' me. I lie down, stare at the sky, think it over. Or in this case, talk it over. And then, I just let it go. It's a bit whacko, but I swear it works." He explains, mesmerizing you with the way he speaks again.

"Alright, I suppose we can give it a try." You reply, carefully rolling over to lay beside him now. You're surprised the metal doesn't dip from your weight on it, but it holds strong to keep you both safe. "Where should I start?" You ask, turning your head to look at him.

"It's up to you, Y/N. Whatever feels right." Eddie replies, taking your hand in his while still staring at the sunset above. The sky is smeared with purples and oranges, gradually turning darker and darker as the sun goes down.

"Okay." You face forward again, thinking it over. It takes a minute for a solid thought to arrive, but you latch onto it as soon as it does. "I don't want to think what happened on Monday was a big deal." You say, hoping he'll chime in with some follow-up questions.

"Why not?" He asks simply.

"Because, nothing really happened." You can sense him about to interject, so you keep going. "I mean, he didn't get very far. You know? Sure, that kiss was probably one of the most vile things I've ever experienced. But I stopped him."

"Do you think it matters 'how far' he got, Y/N? You know what his intentions were, what could have happened if you weren't so smart." Eddie adds.

"I guess. I dunno, I know plenty of people that weren't able to escape like I did. They went through something horrible, something that will be stuck with them forever. So, what do I have to be upset about?" You really don't mean to sound so careless about the whole thing. But to you, it makes no logical sense to feel victimized.

"Y/N, Tommy was going to rape you. You realize that, right?" Eddie finds it so strange that you've essentially detached yourself from the whole situation. You nod as an answer to his question, finding the thought a bit unsettling. He's right, things could have gone very differently for you in that storage room. Tommy could've ripped your clothes, touched your body with his grubby hands, pulled down your pants and his own and had his way with you. He could have left you bruised and bleeding on the floor, leaving without a scratch on him. "Okay, so that fact is plenty of reason to be upset. You rejected his repeated advances, and he didn't listen. He was going to hurt you, and if you ask me, he still did."

"But I hit him, Eddie. I一" You start, attempting to push the idea away that you're the victim here. You don't want to accept that, you won't.

"You did what you had to, angel. I feel like you're in denial, to save yourself from....I dunno...shame? Embarrassment? So what is it? Why won't you accept the reality here?" His tone stays calm, despite his questions sounding more annoyed than before.

"Because, Eddie. I don't want people to look at me differently. I don't want them to think I'm weak, or that I made Tommy do those things." You feel the tears coming now, streaming hotly down your cheeks.

Eddie lays on his side, putting himself as close to you as possible. His heart aches at your saddened expression, he gently wipes your eyes for you. "Sweetheart, no one thinks that at all. If anything, they think you're a badass for fighting Tommy off. I know I do. And it's not your fault, love. Tommy doesn't take no for an answer, because he's a spoiled little shit. He's the bad guy here, not you. Never you, princess." He speaks kindly to you, letting you cry it out. As much as it pains him to see you cry over anything, he's glad you're coming to terms with this. "I want you to say it's not your fault, Y/N."

"Why?" You ask through a sob. You find his words so loving and sympathetic, but you're not sure you believe them. You feel like there's more you could've done to get Tommy to leave you alone. Like reporting every comment or touch he gave you to Biggs immediately. Or actively rejecting his advances instead of ignoring him. But you didn't.

"Because it's probably the only way you're going to believe it. I know you, probably better than you know yourself. You're probably thinking there's more you could've done to prevent it, right?" Your eyes widen at his words, and he nods in understanding. "I thought so. Now, c'mon, say it. Let it go, and we won't have to talk about it ever again." He encourages you, stroking his thumb across your fingers.

You nod silently, preparing yourself to say the phrase you want so badly to believe. You take a deep breath, and open your mouth to speak. "It's not my fault. There's nothing else I could've done to stop it. I said no, and Tommy didn't listen. It's his fault, not mine." Your breath shudders, and a wave of relief washes over you. You feel a suffocating weight lift away from your body, one you didn't even realize was there at all.

"You feel better, love?" He asks, cupping your cheek now that your tears have stopped.

"Yes, Eds. Thank you." You smile up at him, and he reciprocates it.

"Good. You wanna tell me about earlier today?"

"Yeah, that one's easy." You giggle quietly, finding your overactive imagination a bit silly now. You tell him about the demon you concocted inside your head, and the fixation on how 'alone' you were in that storage room. He also finds it a little funny, but it also makes sense. A traumatic thing happened to you in that room, and it's only natural for your brain to kick into overdrive when returning to the scene of such a thing.

When you're finished, the both of you feel a thousand times better than you did just a couple hours ago. You stay on the roof of the van for a while, snuggling up with each other until the stars come out to play. "We should probably go inside, I'm sure Arwen is missing us." Eddie pipes up.

"Yeah, I also miss that little furball." You say softly, nuzzling against Eddie's chest. Being here with him like this is surprisingly comfortable, and it's hard to make yourself get up. "So, uh, how do we get down?" You ask, realizing that it might prove to be a challenge.

"Don't worry, angel. I'll help you." Eddie pats your back to prompt you to get up. You do so, and watch as he scoots to the edge of the van. He turns around, and uses the door handles and bumper as a makeshift ladder to get down. Once he's safely on the ground, he stands a couple feet back from the van. "Your turn, sweetheart." He smiles with his hands on his hips.

"Okay." You say uneasily, mimicking Eddie's actions. Your feet dangle over the edge, and you turn yourself around onto your hands and knees. You grip what you can of the hood, slowly lowering your feet until they reach the handles. Then you carefully lower yourself further, hands going to the doors, and feet going to the bumper. You hop down the rest of the way, and spin around to find Eddie giving you a proud glance.

"So, what do you think?" He asks, nudging his head at the roof, referring to his particular method of therapeutic release.

"Hmm...it's still pretty whacko, but it helped a lot. It's a pretty nice view up there, too." You smirk, pressing yourself into him for a hug. Your arms wrap around each other, and your head rests against his warm chest. You can hear his heart beating against your ear, and you let out a contented sigh while he holds you close. "I love you, Eddie. Thank you for being patient with me."

"I love you, too, Y/N. And thank you for letting me help you. There will never come a time where I stop doing that. I promise." Eddie replies sweetly, making your heart soar at his continued love and support for you. You're so lucky to have him, and you never want to take that for granted.

To be continued…

#fanfiction #hippiegoth97 #smut #stranger things #eddie munson #hawkins #1980s #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you

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late-draft · 7 months ago

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I saw some post that said something along the lines of, that Zuko isn't actually a responsible person and that Katara isn't parentified, but instead that it was simply the case of everyone else being in a worse mental state/situation, so Zuko and Katara had the opportunity to do things that are read as being responsible. I'd have to disagree with this analysis:

If you think about it, it really isn't a case of possessing an "intrinsic" trait versus just simply practicing a trait in situations.

It's true that we think of attributes as something permanent that marks a character, we're used to this line of thinking when we fill out character sheets for OCs. But these things are fluid and can change with emotional states of characters. They're not like skills which one either has or has not. So, while it's true that Zuko did a lot of reckless things especially when he was in his villain era such as jumping after Aang, never having a plan for after he captures the Avatar, these are things that impact mostly himself. In many other cases where other people depend on him, he's shown to engage in thinking on how to solve the problems for all of them. While he did endanger his crew at the start of the Storm, he moved back onto the path of rather being safe than sorry. He turns to stealing and provides for himself and mostly for his uncle Iroh during exile. (While this isn't a moral action, it's one that takes care of them.) He writes a letter to Mai to inform her, so he doesn't simply vanish one day. He presses on with training before Sozin's comet, trying to keep everyone focused on what they have to do. So yeah, I'd say he's a responsible person. I don't remember him doing anything reckless after he joins the gaang.

The show itself calls Katara parentified, in dialogue itself, and it isn't framed as a good thing. It's mostly damaging for her. She did develop traits from this that aid her however, such as being level-headed, persistent and courageous! In the Desert, she could have turned to despair too since Aang just flew off or she could have drank the cactus juice too. Instead, we're shown her thought process where she tackles the problem and takes care of everyone despite the immense fear she felt.

Sokka is also a defender, he mostly gets concerned or suspicious when he can sense the group might be in physical danger. He oscillates in when he's being responsible and when not. In S1 he was urging everyone to "stay on track to the North Pole! Avoid delays!" He's again mostly scared of them getting targeted by the Fire Nation. Other times he's drinking suspicious cactus juice and not doing any chores. I'm not fully certain how I'd characterize him volunteering for the NWT force during Siege of the North that was specifically stated its warriors would likely get killed. It's a courageous move, but also NWT is not his home, and he still has to take care of his avatar group. The show's directing made it obvious he volunteered, rather recklessly, because he'd rather die since he couldn't be with Yue.

#atla meta #zuko #katara #sokka

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candycandy00 · 6 months ago

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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 8

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! I’m posting the first chapter just to check for interest. Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

“Are you in love with Terrian?"

The words slipped out of your mouth carelessly, and you regretted asking the question the instant Anna looked up at you with a horrified, tear streaked face. The answer was right there, no words needed to convey it, and hearing it out loud only seemed to pain Anna more.

You sat down beside her. "You could've told me."

Anna stared toward the bottom of the stairs. "I didn't want to admit it. I don't think I even admitted it to myself until I saw him holding that half-breed's hand."

"Maybe they're not a couple," you offered. "Maybe he's just taking care of her. We don't know what their relationship is yet."

Anna put her face in her hands. "It's obvious! You saw the way he looked at her! She's beautiful and looks good in the outfits he likes and they've lived together for two years!"

You had no response to that. Terrian and Nariah had certainly looked like a happy couple. You sighed and threw an arm around Anna, feeling the other girl's body tremble as she cried.

Several minutes later, Anna stopped crying and dried her eyes. "Sorry," she said, still sniffling. "I know it's a stupid thing to cry over. But it just feels like half-breeds keep taking things away from me. They took my mom, and my brother, and my body. But for the past few years, I've been thinking, 'At least I have you and Terrian'. Now it's like you're turning to Vartan and Terrian has that... woman upstairs."

Your immediate reaction was to go on the defense, to loudly proclaim that you were not turning to Vartan, that there was no way Vartan would ever take you away from Anna, but stop stopped yourself before you could open your mouth. If you were honest with yourself, you would admit that you were being drawn more and more to the mysterious half-breed who slept on your couch.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way," you finally said. "But I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens with Vartan. He can't replace you. No one can."

Anna's eyes were wet again, but she smiled. "I made the best decision of my life when I agreed to share that blanket with you on Second Street."

You laughed. "When I saw you, all I could think was, 'She's small, so there would be more blanket for me'."

"You were so devious back then!"

"Hey, it's how I survived,” you said with a shrug.

Footsteps sounded from the stairs behind you, and you turned to watch Terrian approach with a worried expression. He looked at you and Anna, then lowered his head. "I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have kept Nariah from you. I just didn't want to worry you two. I promise I'll never keep secrets from you again, okay?"

You looked at Anna, who slowly nodded. You turned back to Terrian. "We forgive you."

Terrian exhaled, and you wondered if he'd been holding his breath since he came down stairs. He smiled weakly. "Thanks."

"But you don't seriously keep her up in that dusty room all day, do you?" you asked.

"No, no," he answered. "She has her own room down here but I moved her today because you girls were coming. I guess that plan didn't work though." He laughed nervously and looked at Anna, who wouldn't meet his eyes.

You gave him a look you hoped he would interpret as "Don't ask. Not now."

He must have gotten the message. He gave another weak smile and said, "You're free to leave for today. If you didn't get everything done, that's fine. Be sure to come back tomorrow, okay?"

He looked at Anna as he spoke the question, but she stood up without a word and walked down the stairs to the first floor. You heard one of the bedroom doors shut and figured Anna was changing out of the maid costume before heading home.

"She's still angry with me," Terrian said sadly.

"She'll get over it eventually," you assured him. "Just give her a little time."

"You're not angry with me, are you?"

You shrugged. "I have a half-breed at my place too. I can't really say much about it, can I?"

"Thanks," he told you again, and you nodded to him before heading down the stairs.

Anna was already gone when you finished changing, so you walked home alone. It was dusk, which meant the city was a gross color of orangey-maroon as you reached your apartment. You wondered if Vartan would still be sitting motionlessly on the couch, or if he'd even be there at all. You had no idea how long his exile from the tower would last, and he hadn't bothered to tell you.

When you opened the door, you immediately scanned the room. You almost laughed when you realized that Vartan was indeed still sitting on your couch. You slipped off your shoes, dropped your duffel bag on the floor, and walked into the living room.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed that Vartan was asleep, slightly slumped over. You leaned down to look at him, thinking for the second time that he almost looked human while sleeping. He breathed the same as you did, his chest rising and falling slightly as his breaths made little wheezing sounds.

His eyes snapped open suddenly and you took a quick step back. "I'm home," you said, trying to start a conversation before he had time to question your closeness. "What did you do all day? Don't tell me you sat there staring at the wall."

He sat up straight and raised his arms above his head, stretching in a way that reminded you of a cat. He rubbed his eyes, one at a time, and looked at you. "I slept most of the day," he said. "I read your books as well."

You saw all five of your old trashy romance novels strewn across the couch beside him and blanched. They had belonged to your mother, and they were full of exactly the sort of scenes you really did not want a half-breed in your home thinking about. You gathered them up in your hands and said, "Where did you even find these?"

"They were on a shelf over there," he answered, pointing to a rickety book case that was completely empty.

You replaced them on the shelf and headed for the kitchen. "I guess you're hungry. I don't have much but I'll try to fix something."

A loud knock at the door startled you, and you looked swiftly to Vartan. "Hide!" you whispered, pointing to the darkened hall that led to your bedroom. He obeyed and slipped into the shadows as you walked over to the door. "Who is it?" you asked.

"My son is hurt," a male voice called back. "You're a nurse, right?"

You felt something stir in your heart. It had only been a day, but you realized at that moment that you truly missed being a nurse. "Well, sort of," you said through the door, "but all my supplies at are the doctor's house now. We had to close the clinic."

The voice on the other side hesitated for a moment, then said, "Can you at least look at him? He's bleeding."

You unlocked the door and began pulling it open. The door suddenly shoved against you hard enough to knock you down, and three men rushed into your apartment.

"Look for food and medicine first!" one of them shouted to the others, who split up and began digging through your refrigerator and drawers.

"Hey, stop it!" you yelled. "I told you I don't have any supplies here!"

The man in the kitchen was filling a plastic bag with fruit, butter, and everything else he could get his hands on. "You have plenty of food though!"

You ran over to him and tried to pull the bag from his hand. "Stop! Get out of here!" you screamed, jerking with all your strength until the bag split and the contents spilled out.

"Damn it!" the man said, shoving you away and stooping down to gather back up the food.

The man who had been giving orders made his way to the kitchen and grabbed you by the hair. "Shut up and back off, you little bitch, or I'll slit your throat!"

"Let me go!" you cried, trying to jerk free. The man released you, then immediately punched you in the stomach. You groaned and dropped to the floor, holding your sides. You looked up at the sneering man. "You're... making a big... mistake," you said.

The man laughed. "What are you gonna do? Report us to the half-breeds? Good luck with that!" He kicked you in the gut and laughed again while the other two continued grabbing your food.

You rolled over onto your stomach and tried to crawl to your feet, but one of the men kicked you again and you collapsed. You looked back to see which one had attacked you, but in that same instant a dark blur moved by you at such speed you could barely make out what it was.

Vartan now stood over you, facing the man behind you. Without a word he reached out and ripped the man's head right off his shoulders. Blood sprayed your apartment like a fire hydrant and you shrieked, more from surprise than horror.

The other two men, upon realizing just what had been hiding in your apartment, made a run for the door, but they didn't even make it out of the kitchen. Vartan swooped in like an angel of death, clad in black, ripping the burglars limb from bloody limb as you sat watching, frozen in shock.

The man who had initially punched you was the last to go, lying face up in a pool of his blood, both his arms torn off. Vartan lingered with him, bi-colored eyes narrowed into an expression you had never seen a half-breed wear, as if he had a personal vendetta against the man. He lifted the man up into the air and squeezed the man's neck until there was a terrible cracking sound. Vartan dropped the now limp body onto the floor and turned around.

You stared up at him blankly. He was covered in blood, like red brush strokes on white canvas. He was a ruthless angel of death, but somehow he had become your savior. "Are you alright?" he asked, holding out a hand to you. Even though it made no sense, even though it was totally crazy to even think it, you could've sworn right then that Vartan looked worried.

"I'm okay," you answered, taking his hand and standing up. You looked around the kitchen, suddenly more thankful than ever for your time at the clinic. You had seen so much blood and gore that it hardly fazed you any more.

"I am sorry," Vartan said in his usual monotone voice. "I have broken one of your rules. I will leave if you want."

You had nearly forgotten making the rule at all. He had agreed to punish no one while he was staying with you, but how could you enforce that rule when he had broken it only to save you?

"I don't want you to leave," you told him, surprised by your own frankness. "You protected me, so how can I blame you for that?"

He looked at you silently for a moment, and for the first time you were struck by a sudden desperation to know what he was thinking. If you asked, he probably would have told you, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"I will clean up the mess I made then,” he said.

You nodded and gathered up the food the men were trying to steal. Some of it was splattered with blood, but most of it was in plastic bags, safe from the bloodshed. You replaced what could still be used in the refrigerator and handed the now empty bags to Vartan, who began placing the various severed limbs in them.

The two of you cleaned the kitchen in silence, the only sounds coming from the squish of body parts being crammed into the bags or the squeak of a mop across the floor. You wondered if you should thank Vartan for what he did. How did things get this far? You had started out fearful of speaking to him, because he was a half-breed. Now you were afraid for entirely different reasons.

You felt like you were balancing on a wire, caught between being fascinated by him - strangely attracted to his otherness and grateful for his bizarre kindness - and being disgusted by his violence.

When they were finished, they took turns in the shower and met again in the kitchen. Vartan had a dark towel wrapped around his waist, apparently remembering the conversation that took place before you left for work. You threw his uniform into the washing machine and sat down at the table.

"Are you hungry?" you asked him casually, your own appetite completely dissolved from the moment Vartan ripped the first head off.

"Somewhat," he answered, his voice as even as ever.

"What do you like?"

"Meat. Cheese. Carrots. Oranges." He read them off like a grocery list.

You stood up and opened the fridge. "I have bologna."

"That will be fine," he said.

You pulled out the things you needed to make a sandwich and avoided his eyes while you fixed his food. He was watching you, staring at you with those alien eyes, yet somehow it felt... normal? Like he had been watching you for years? You shook your head and finished his sandwich, then sat down at the table beside him.

He ate the food, slowly but otherwise the same way anyone would eat. You remembered Terrian's words, that Nariah had become "so much more human than Pagoda". You wondered if you could ever say the same for Vartan.

"Hey," you said, and he stopped mid bite to look at you curiously. You hesitated for another moment, then smiled at him. "Thank you."

The corners of his mouth twitched, as if he reflexively wanted to return the smile, but his expression remained the same. "You're welcome," he replied.

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What do you have against Ronance? It's clear Robin was attracted to Nancy as well as Vickie. Not only that, she jumped off a boat into monster-water for her, for goodness' sake. It's a bad-faith argument to say that people don't ship Vickie with Robin because she's a bisexual sapphic woman. Greatwise/Will and Gareth is not comparable in the slightest as that is a crack ship that never interacted. We DID have scenes with Robin and Vickie, though few.

And I'm gonna be So For Real, more people would ship Rovickie if Ronance was not there. People would devour those crumbs. But why choose crumbs, when you have a potential meal we spent a whole season with?

Okay, so this is really long, I'm sorry this took way too much time. I know I went a bit overboard. If there are any errors, please ignore lmao. Thank you for sending me an ask for a discussion. I also want to preface that I don't hate Nancy as a character, I don't like how she is written in certain situations and that the show overlooks mistakes she makes, and by pointing out those mistakes on her behalf is not me hating on her. Overall, I think she deserves better than what she is given both in the show and fandom.

First things first, Robin didn't jump into the water for Nancy. It was a delayed response after seeing her best friend being dragged under water. She's not as brave as Nancy. If we would apply the same logic, then Eddie would have jumped for Robin because he's in love with her. So no Robin jumped for Steve and should have been the first to do so, but because that scene was used for Stancy later (Eddie giving the speech to Steve in the woods) it had to be Nancy in that instance. It's really bothering me that this scene is so misread because people just don't get Robin's character. Who would you jump for, your best friend you know better than yourself or the girl you met a day ago?

The whole premise of Ronance (platonic or romantic) in s4 was so ooc for Robin, s3 Robin would have never acted the way like s4 Robin did. And I think that has something to do with what I said in the other post. We don't have enough time. There is no conflict when different groups of people come together because the show needs everyone to get along to save the world, and they couldn't elaborate on complex feelings a person might have towards others. So the show made Robin throw herself at Nancy's feet, despite thinking not too highly about her a season prior. Same with Steddie, the OG script was about how Steve and Eddie didn't get along first but it was cut out because there is no time to proper develop new relationships, even tho it would be more interesting. But again, that would mean the show would have to give us more episodes, which is unfortunately not the case.

So you see, I just don't think Robin would have acted the way she did around Nancy based on the character traits she displayed in s3. Furthermore, I will bring up Steve, which is a sensitive topic when it comes to Ronance. I don't want to come off as someone who in general makes a lesbian/sapphic relationship about a man's feelings, however because Steve has history with both girls I can't ignore him because Robin wouldn't either.

A little bit of background of Robin prior to meeting Nancy:

In s3, Robin couldn't stand Steve, and later, we found out why. It had mostly to do with her crush, Tammy Thompson, who had only eyes for him. Yeah, he was obnoxious, and Robin couldn't stand his smugness and arrogance, but the main reason was Tammy and her being kinda jealous of Steve in general because he had no problems fitting in. So she held on to this grudge against Steve for maybe even years. That tells us she doesn't forget when someone has wronged her and maybe, to an extent, her friends. Like she seems to be a person who has your back, no matter what.

Idk if you consider Rebel Robin as canon (I mean Maya narrated the podcast soo I mostly view it that way) but before Barb was Nancy's bff, she was close with Robin and later ditched her for Nancy. That in itself would leave a bad taste in Robin's mouth, and I guess she wouldn't be Nancy's biggest fan. Maybe that's why the priss comment in s3. Again, she had no problem disliking Steve because her crush liked him, but then she does an 180 with Nancy despite Barb being her actual friend leaving her for Nancy. Losing a friend to another person is much worse than a crush you never talked to, not liking you back or liking someone else.

But even if you ignore the Barb stuff and don't think it's canon, Robin still wouldn't be Nancy's biggest fan in the beginning and that has something to do with how Stancy ended and Jancy begun. You have to keep in mind Steve is Robin's bff, one if not the most important person in her life. He's everything to her she trusts him completely. He was maybe even the first person to know she was gay. Then why on earth would Robin A try to befriend Nancy, who broke his heart, and B trying to push her without a thought to get together with him again. It doesn't make any sense to me, based on how Robin was introduced.

Steve may have not any hard feelings for Nancy, maybe he only said positive things about her to Robin because he still views himself as the only person who fucked up in that relationship and not that Nancy was already in love with Jonathan for a while before things ended. Idk where you stand on the whole cheating thing, but it doesn't matter because rumors outside of the relationship would spread. Steve, the most popular guy in school, who is well liked, got left by his girlfriend of 1 year for the school freak, not even 2 days after a public fight. Like people would go crazy and Robin would have heard those rumors as well. You have to admit getting together with a new guy, not even after 48h is, I don't want to say weird, but not very cool, okay? Plus, Tommy would spread extra nasty shit because he hates Nancy and Jonathan and wants to hurt Steve as well. Robin would view her through those rumors, plus Steve having a hard time letting go, being heartbroken about it, there is no doubt in my mind that she wouldn't side eye Nancy.

Those two reasons, Barb and how Stancy ended, are the main ones as to why I think Robin was ooc for desperately wanting to befriend Nancy.

So the way I would have built up Ronance would be Robin being aloof towards her, and Nancy would have been the one who wanted to befriend her in the first place. Nancy never has to work for her relationships with others. People usually make the first move with her, so she never has to give much thought to it. Like Steve still loves her, Jonathan was ready to follow her wherever even if it endangered his family, and Fred followed her around like a lost puppy as well. And with Robin, it could have gone differently. Nancy should have made it her mission to make it up to Robin. Like she desperately wants a friend, she doesn't understand why Robin is being cold to her. By making her the instigator, Nancy would have to reflect on her mistakes and how she treated people, which would finally give her some personal character growth. Plus, it would have made the introduction to Stancy (romantic or platonic) way smoother and more balanced because Nancy never reflected on it. Steve's just available she doesn't have to make it up to him as well. Nancy never really addresses her faults in relationships, and the narrative in Stranger Things lets her off the hook every time. Letting Steve believe he was a terrible boyfriend despite liking Jonathan instead of him? No problem, no consequences. Steve still likes her. In s3 the show was again on her side when she fought with Jonathan by giving her the Karen pep talk, yes she apologized to him but she didn't understand his struggles really because she gave him the don't ever doubt me comment which kinda destroyed her apology imo. Furthermore, as soon as there was a rough patch in s4 with Jonathan, she expected him to come to her instead of going to him and fixing it because she has the financial means to do so, which indicates she still doesn't fully understand Jonathan's financial problems. Also, in general, Jonathan is terrified to tell her the truth, so he gets high to cope. It doesn't seem that he thinks Nancy is understanding.

Again, Robin could have been the person that would have made her realize wait, the way I take people for granted, and sometimes treat is wrong. Instead, we got yet another person instantly liking her and going along with everything she does, so Nancy never had to do anything for it, despite the obvious conflicts that should have arisen when they first met. But like I said before, the show doesn't have much time and focuses more on the plot, so there is no real development for characters, and everyone has to get along. I also think Stranger Things wanted a strong girl duo like Elmax, so they just threw Ronance together without conflict because they wanted to avoid drama, which would take up too much screentime. I can't emphasize the fact that Stranger Things suffers so much because it has too much plot and not enough time. Plus, I believe making Robin angry at Nancy on Steve's behalf would mean acknowledging that Stancy ended in a bad way or that Jancy maybe didn't have this cute start as a romance, but that would also mean recognizing Steve might have not been the only one who was wrong which is simply not possible. When s2 aired and people pointed out hey did Nancy cheat on Steve, did they really break up because a lot of people didn't view the fight in the ally as a break, especially because Nancy mentions she likes Steve at Murray's and Steve went to her house, the Duffers had to confirm it via interviews because I doubt they thought people would sympathize with Steve. Hence, why the narrative only blames him because they wanted the audience root for Jancy.

Long story short, I would have switched roles for platonic Ronance in the show. When it comes to romantic Ronance, that's mostly on the fandom. Everyone is allowed to ship whatever, I personally just don't think they are a good match. I don't see Nancy being patient enough with Robin's neurodivergent ways. She wouldn't handle her rambling over time very well. Nancy gets quickly irrated and snaps. Like Robin already felt the need to explain herself to her, making sure everything is okay because Nancy made her feel like her personality is too much and has faults, like her mom constantly tells her. Whereas with Vickie, she felt immediately at ease when they talked. More of that later. Robin is also poor, maybe a bit better off than Jonathan, but still, Nancy already doesn't get Jonathan's problems. Another reason is that because Steve is Robin's bff, Robin wouldn't want to date her all together. Like she sees Steve still likes her, she knows how much Nancy hurt him to a point that he is serial dating because he has like trust issues, that would immediately turn her off. Robin values Steve's friendship way too much than try to jeopardize it in any way. It's not like Steve wouldn't allow her to date Nancy, I think he would do everything to make Robin happy even if it costs his own happiness. Robin knows Steve. She would know that he would be hurt, and that's ultimately the factor that turns her off. Maya already confirmed that Robin values platonic relationships so much, so yeah. Just think about it that way. How would Robin feel if Steve suddenly would show interest in Vickie and starts dating her? That would be kinda fucked, same goes for Ronance, Robin knows Steve still likes her. I'm also a believer that you shouldn't necessarily date your bffs ex, it's just too messy especially if that relationship ended rather badly.

@findafight had this amazing post about one-sided Ronance, where they described exactly what I'm trying to convey. Nancy is the one interested, but ultimately, Robin declines because of her relationship to Steve. They also have several other posts about Ronance if you want to check it out. Another blog that discusses Ronance and has similar opinions is @thestobingirlie

What I dislike the most is that in Ronance, mostly Robin is only an ounce of her typical character. Her relationship with Steve is downplayed. She makes fun of him with Nancy, she lies to him about her relationship, even asks for sex advice in some fics which is just very weird and so ooc for her to do. Same goes for Steddie, as soon as either Steve or Robin go into a relationship both characters are so ooc, you almost don't recognize them, plus they only have time for their partners and their friendship gets sidelined, which again doesn't make sense for their characters. Ronance is also mostly beneficial to Nancy as it's viewed more how Robin can save her so she doesn't have to end up with a man. Hence, all the posts about how Robin is the only person who gets her, which is also such a shitty thing to say because both Jonathan and Steve were trying. Like Nancy's character development hinges more on her relationship with Robin than doing some soul-searching. Because for real, all her relationships so far are kinda meh because she doesn't know how to communicate properly with her partners, Robin wouldn't magically make everything better because she's a girl. Nancy needs to be single first and discover who she is without jumping in a new relationship. She needs therapy and has to work on her people skills to be a better partner for future relationships.

Also, so many people want Nancy to have a friend, and when Robin comes along, they immediately make it romantic. Robin can still be there for Nancy and understand her as a friend. I don't think she was romantically interested in Nancy in the show. She was actively pushing for Stancy. She only ever talked about being into Vickie romantically. Robin should be allowed to make a friend who is a girl without making it into a romance just because she is a lesbian. Lesbians can have platonic girl friends, lol. Fact is that so many see Robin interacting with a girl as romantic because she is looking at her and then ignore her real crush she talks about all the time.

Now to Rovickie and Vickie. What I meant with people not giving Vickie a chance because she's a girl and interested in a sapphic relationship is a common occurrence throughout fandoms in general. Guys are usually preferred when talking about characters or shipping. Girls have it so much harder. Like with Gareth, I don't think my comparison of him and Vickie was nonsensical or dumb. The fandom had no problems coming up with interesting headcanons for him, even outside the crackship. Almost all the hellfire boys, but especially Gareth because he's the most objectively attractive one of the group, got more love from the fandom. Vickie, on the other hand, is mostly used as the villain in Ronance fics, who is in the way of the main ship. People in general call her boring or too similar to Robin, which is insane because we have one scene where she rambles because she is talking to her potential crush. Also, being similar doesn't have to mean it's bad. Like I mentioned earlier, Vickie rambling is showing Robin it's okay to do so, which makes her feel immediately relaxed because she doesn't have to explain herself to Vickie. Not to mention the biphobia that runs through fandoms. The fact that Vickie had a boyfriend, who she broke up with, was enough. People usually headcanon Nancy as a lesbian than making her bi. Steve's only a bi icon when he's shipped with guys, like him dating a girl is seen as less valued or popular. Again, everyone can headcanon characters sexuality how they like, you do you it's just apparent that characters who are seen as bi are only celebrated for dating a person of the same sex.

Lastly, think about it if Vickie was a guy who was the love interest for Steve, there would be non-stop content for her. She would be well loved within the fandom. But Vickie is a girl, and if she were used as the love interest for Steve instead of Robin, she would also face the same scrutiny the already faces now. She's the villain in the way of ships because she's only a side character and not the full meal like you described. A male characters even with almost no screentime, will always get better treatment than female characters.

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