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jediavengers · 1 year ago

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I know you’re in love with him

WARNINGS: Smut, p in v, choking, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, dom!anakin, sub!reader, unestablished relationship

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

Summary: Anakin find out a little too much when eavesdropping on Y/N and Padmé.

"I can't thank you two enough for coming here on such short notice."

The sound of birds chirping and the feeling of the golden warm sun calmed both Anakin and Y/N, which made them kindly smile to the Senator in front of them.

"Of course, Padme. Anything for a friend." Y/N pulled Padme into a embrace. Anakin stood back, letting the two reunite.

As they pulled away, Padme politely nodded to Anakin. "I'm sorry to pull you away from more pressing duties, but it seems like my life is on the line yet again."

"Don't apologize." Y/N insisted. "Besides, we'd both rather be on Naboo for a few weeks then be fighting in the war. It's exhausting."

Anakin nodded in agreement. "It's kind of like a vacation for us."

Padme smiled at them both. "I'm glad you guys have some downtime then. I doubt anyone is going to try to hurt me here, but they just wanted someone to stay with me until the threat is caught." After a few more minutes of catching up, Padme began to lead them inside.

Y/N and Anakin had been to her lake house before, but the beauty of the interior still didn't fail to make them both look around in awe.

"I'll show you to your room." Padme gestured for them to follow her, leading them down a long hallway. "Here."

Padme opened a large oak door, leading them inside. As they walked in, Y/N's jaw dropped at the sight. A beautiful four poster king sized bed sat on one end of the room, and on the other end was a living space. An attached bathroom with two large doors that were wide open was on one wall, and Y/N could see the large jacuzzi that was implanted in the floor.

Even though it was glorious, her mind was on one thing. There was only one bed. Anakin's mind had drifted there too, obvious confusion and concern adorning his features.

"Padme, it's beautiful but.. There's only one bed." Anakin spoke, setting down his and Y/N's bags on the ground.

"Sorry about that, but I wanted to make sure you guys got the best room of the house." Padme smiled excitedly. "It's almost as nice as the master. I figured since you two have had a lot going on, as well as the fact that i'm taking you away from more pressing matters, you would enjoy a nice room like this."

"I love it- i really do, but um.. would it be possible for me to stay in a separate room?" Y/N asked.

"Do you not like it?" Padme frowned, sadly looking around at her decor.

Anakin shook his head quickly. "No, no, we both love it. It's just, one bed and there two of us."

"It's a king sized bed, i'm sure you'll have plenty of your own space." Padme smirked, causing Y/N to furrow her eyebrows. "Well, feel free to get unpacked. I'm going to go check if the chef has started on dinner yet." Padme gave no time for interjections, leaving the two Jedi alone.

Padme shut the door behind her, causing Y/N and Anakin to awkwardly stare at each other for a couple moments. Eventually, Y/N turned away, walking over to what she assumed was a closet. She began to unpack her clothes, hanging her robes and other pieces of clothing up. She left her panties and bras in her bag, figuring it would be better to hide them away.

"I'm sorry." Anakin spoke.

Y/N confusedly turned to him, furrowing her eye brows. "Sorry? For what?" She questioned, zipping up her bag.

"For having to share a room." Anakin shrugged. "I mean, it's not ideal. I'll try not to hog the bed."

"No, it's okay." Y/N turned back around, placing her bag in the closet. "We're best friends, it's not that big of a deal."

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Y/N had gone to spend some girl time with Padme a few hours ago after dinner, leaving Anakin to have some time for himself. He was nervous, but honestly excited, about sharing a bed with Y/N so he took some time to calm his nerves.

After leaving them alone for a while, he figured he could give them some company. Stepping out of his room, he began to walk to Padmés room.

As he approached her room, he heard their voices through the door.

"God, I just wish there were some suitable men." Padme groaned. Anakin could hear shuffling through the cracked door, making him flinch and back away a few steps.

"I know there's someone out there for you, Mae. What's your type? Maybe I could hook you up with someone." Y/N suggested, chuckling at the finish of her sentence.

"You? Set me up with someone? I'm sorry, Y/N/N, but you're a Jedi. You don't know many men who are on the market." Padme replied.

"I guess you're right. Anyways, so tell me, what is your type?" Y/N asked again. Anakin could hear a heavy sigh and then a groan.

"I guess.. I like guys with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Tall, obviously. Oh and I don't like super sensitive men. Like grow up, ya know?" Padme ranted, making Y/N laugh.

Anakin furrowed his eyebrows at the last comment, but continued listening.

"What about you, Y/N? What's your type?" Padme questioned.

"I don't have a type." Y/N answered.

"Come on, Y/N/N. Even though you're not allowed to have attachments you can still think guys are hot." Padme teased, making Y/N giggle. "Come on girl, tell me."

"Fine. I guess.. Blonde curly hair. But not platinum blonde, more like a dirty blonde. Blue eyes.. Tall, muscular but not beefy. And ambition is really attractive. Loyalty and bravery. Oh and I love a man who's dominant." Y/N rambled, making a light blush appear on Anakin's cheeks.

"For someone who isn't supposed to have attachments and doesn't have a 'type', it sounds like you're describing a certain someone down to every small detail." Padme giggled. Anakin leaned against the wall, trying to hear them better. His heart fluttered followed by his stomach twisting.

Anakin heard a thump and then a soft groan, followed by Y/N huffing. "I have no clue what you're talking about."

"Don't hit me! And of course you don't." Padme teased. "It's not like you just described Anakin almost perfectly. The one thing you're forgetting about him is that he's a big baby. I don't know how you can handle being around him that often. He's such a whiner!" Anakin frowned deeply, folding his arms across his chest.

"Hey!" Y/N snapped. "First of all, don't say that. He's just sensitive. Second of all, I was not describing Anakin!"

Padme let out a loud cackle, another thump and groan sounded after a moment. "I said that to get a rise out of you. And save it, Y/N I know you're in love with him."

Anakin's heart rate quickened, and he couldn't help but smile softly.

"Love? Seriously? If anything I just think he'd be good in bed." Y/N snorted. "I've had casual hookups before with no attachment, so thinking he's attractive isn't against the code."

"Whatever you say." Padme answered. "All I know is that friends don't look at friends that way."

There was a few moments of silence, causing Anakin to assume the conversation was over. Just as he was about to walk away, Padme began to speak again.

"You know, I'd bet if you asked him to fuck you he probably would."

"Padme!" Y/N scolded. "What's the matter with you?"

Loud giggles erupted and Anakin couldn't help but smirk. "Even though I wouldn't mind getting laid, I couldn't do that. Especially not with him. The council would flip if they knew two of their Jedi fucked each other, not to mention the fact that he's the chosen one and all."

"I guess." Padme whispered. "Good thing you're not on Coruscant right now.. No one would know."

"Mae, you can be such a bad influence, I swear." Y/N's tone of voice was irritated. "I hate to break it to you, but I'm never having sex with Anakin, as much as I'd like to." Anakin's eyes widened at the last statement, and he could feel his pants become uncomfortable as his mind began to wander.

"So you admit it! You do want him!"

"Fine. Yes. But even though I may feel something for him, I could never act on it." Y/N softly replied.

"At least you get to share a bed."

"Yeah, about that, what the hell were you thinking? Putting us in a room together?" Y/N shouted.

"Quiet down, unless you want Anakin to hear us." Padme whisper screamed. "I told you why I did it. I did it so you guys could have the nicest suite."

"Cut the bullshit, Ms. Matchmaker. I know for a fact every room in this damn house is nicer than any bedroom i've ever had." Y/N replied.

"Fine. You guys just needed a little shove, okay? You both are stubborn and would never admit to your feelings, so why not help out a little?" Padme reasoned. "Come on, just admit it. You know you like sharing a bed with him."

After a few more minutes of eavesdropping, Anakin backed away. Heading back to their shared room, he closed the door and began to nervously pace.

It wasn't long after that Y/N had entered, oblivious of Anakin's newfound knowledge. As she walked in, Anakin stopped pacing, facing her with his brows furrowed.

"You good?" She rose her brows, heading over to the closet.

"Yes! I- i mean yes." Anakin's voice was high pitched at first, but he quickly deepened it.

"Uh- alright." Y/N grabbed her pajamas, walking to the bathroom. "I'm going to get changed."

Y/N braided her soft Y/H/C hair, the thick locks falling over her shoulder. She slipped on her pajamas, the less revealing pair that she brought. She thought she would be having her own room, so most of her pajamas consisted of either satin nighties or thin and very revealing night dresses. She did pack one less suggestive pair of pajamas, which was a matching button up and shorts. It was black with small pink hearts adorning it. The trim was a matching pink, and the shorts had a satin bow.

She felt childish, but they sure were comfortable. After Y/N finished getting ready to sleep, she took a breath and exited the bathroom.

She internally groaned when she saw Anakin laying on the bed. He was under the duvet, but she could see his upper half which was bare. He had his flesh arm draped over his eyes, not noticing that she had come out of the bathroom.

Y/N stayed quiet, walking over to the closet and placing her dirty clothes in a hamper that was provided.

"Aw, your pajamas have little hearts on them!" Anakin laughed, causing Y/N to turn back so she could glare at him.

"Shut up." She rolled her eyes, walking over to the bed. She slipped under the covers, giving them a good amount of personal space. "At least i'm not shirtless."

"Hey, I don't like to sleep with one on. It's uncomfortable." Anakin defended, which made her furrow her eye brows and shoot him a glare.

"Whatever."

Y/N's irritated demeanor was definitely from the conversation her and Padmé had earlier. Her sexual frustration as she well as the fact that Padmé called her out for her obvious feelings for Anakin made her on edge. Especially since these feelings had been building for years and this is the first time someone had called her out for it.

After a few moments of silence, she felt the bed shift, which caused her to glance over at Anakin. His expression was unreadable, but the fact that he was slowly inching towards her made her swallow nervously.

"What did you and Padme talk about?" He asked in a sing song voice. He was now right next to her, laying on his stomach with his chin resting in his hands.

"Girl stuff." She shortly replied, furrowing her eyebrows at his weird behavior. Slightly uncomfortable since she was in fact talking about him with Padme, she picked at her nails.

"Girl stuff? Like the guys you want to fuck?"

Y/N's head shot up to look at him. His head was still in his hands and he had a goofy grin on his face. "I have no clue what you're talking about." She looked back down at her hands, resuming the picking she was doing to her cuticles.

"That's not what I heard." He sang, sitting up. Y/N dead panned, looking up to meet his blue eyes. "Are you seriously going to make me say it outright? i heard you, Y/N. I heard that you want to fuck me."

"Uhhhh-" Y/N shot out of the bed, her heart racing. She wasn't one to face her problems, she usually avoided them.

"Hey! Where are you going!?" Anakin shouted, standing up as well.

"What? Sorry can't hear you!" Y/N croaked, rushing to the door. Guess she'd be sleeping in Padmé's room tonight.

But right before she could leave, Anakin grasped her wrist and spun her around so they were now facing each other. His face was no longer teasing, but now it was serious.

"Come on, Y/N/N. We need to talk about this." He spoke, furrowing his eyebrows.

"There's nothing to talk about, Anakin. You invaded my privacy. I wasn't going to say anything to you for a reason." Y/N snapped, glaring up at him.

"Why not?" He conveniently ignored the invasion of privacy comment, making Y/N roll her eyes. "Why weren't you going to say anything?" He was still gripping her wrist which made Y/N nervously swallow.

"We're not having this conversation. Now let me go." Y/N sternly spoke, looking up into Anakin's blue eyes. She could feel her self control slipping.

"No, you don't just get to act like you didn't say what you said. You can't leave me hanging." Anakin pleaded.

"You invaded my privacy, you twat. You found out something I wanted no one to know. You and l both know we're not supposed to have attachments so i'm not-"

"Fuck the code. I don't care." His voice was deadly, which made Y/N freeze and gulp nervously. "I've been controlling myself for years now. I haven't done or said anything because I wasn't going to do that to you. Not if you didn't feel the same. But, fuck, you do feel the same and now I can't not have you."

"What are you saying?" Y/N whispered, searching his cerulean eyes.

"I'm saying that I not only want to fuck you but I want you. Not just your body. I love you." His words were quiet and strained.

Y/N's eyes widened, and after a moment, all self control was gone. Their lips were smashed together perfectly, their bodies shoved against each other. Y/N was slammed against the wall, all sense of gentleness thrown out the window.

Anakin's hands were gripping her hips and her hands were tangled in his curly blonde hair. Their kisses were quick and rough, teeth clashing and lips already growing sore from the desperate roughness.

"Need you." Anakin spoke in between kisses, his hands finding their way down to her ass and cupping it. He squeezed it firmly, making her whimper into his mouth.

"Then have me."

That gave him the permission to do what he's always wanted to do. He picked her up, their lip lock not breaking as he carried her over to the bed. He threw her onto the plush mattress, their kiss breaking momentarily.

He crawled on top of her, running his hands all over her body before smashing his lips back onto hers. Y/N swiped her tongue against his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He complied, letting their tongues meet in a messy battle of dominance.

Anakin's hand found her breast, squeezing it firmly through her shirt as he continued kissing her. He broke the lip lock, letting his kisses find their way to her neck. He wasn't being merciful. he immediately started harshly sucking on her sensitive skin, bruises sure to form.

Y/N arched her back a small amount as he found an extra sensitive spot, making Anakin smirk against her skin. His kisses traveled down until he let go completely, wetting his lips as his hands ran their way down to her shorts. Without wasting another second, he yanked her pajama shorts down, taking her underwear with them. He immediately spread her legs, taking in the sight of her dripping sex.

"Fuck." Anakin whispered. "So wet." He took his index finger and thumb, spreading apart her slick folds so he could have a better look at her soaked hole. "All for me?" He teased, not taking his eyes off of her tight cunt.

Y/N's cheeks burned red and she embarrassedly covered her face with her hands. "Ah ah ah," Anakin tutted. With his free hand he swatted her hands away. "Look at me when i'm touching you." Y/N took a shaky breath and looked back down at him, wetting her lips as her eyes met his. "Atta girl."

Without any foreplay or warning, Anakin shoved his face into her pussy, his lips attaching to her clit immediately. His vigor made Y/N arch her back and let out a loud moan.

She wasn't expecting him to touch her so roughly as quickly as he did, but Maker, did it feel good. "Anakin!" She cried out, making him pull away and give her a stern look.

"Gotta stay quiet for me, Angel." He purred, immediately attaching his lips back to her swollen clit.

Her moans were now soft and quiet, eager to listen to his demands. Anakin ran his tongue up and down her slick pussy, wanting her to feel every touch and every movement of his tongue. He slowly pushed one finger into her cunt, making her bite down on her fist to suppress the sounds she was so eager to release. As she arched her back, Anakin shoved his face harder into her pussy, quickening his pace so he could bring her to her orgasm.

He swiftly added another finger, pumping in and out of her hole with such ease and vigor that made her whole body tremble.

She was basically a mewling mess, which made Anakin smirk into her pussy. He could feel her walls clench around his fingers, signaling she must be close to her orgasm. He didn't stop his movements, he continued to desperately lap at her clit and dip his fingers in and out of her.

"Fuck! Ani- i'm so-" Y/N was too caught up in the pleasure to finish her words, instead, she bucked her hips up to his face, needing more.

Anakin knew what she wanted, so he harshly sucked at her clit and added a third finger, causing Y/N's back to arch so much that it began to hurt.

Anakin curled his fingers in her sopping cunt, brushing against her spongey g-spot she so desperately needed stimulated.

"Im-" She began to speak, but her impending orgasm interrupted her. Instead of finishing her words, her slick gushed all over Anakin's face and fingers. He didn't slow down his pace, causing her whole body to twitch and tremble in pleasure and overstimulation. "Oh- oh my g-god!" she whimpered as he eased her out of her orgasm.

He eventually pulled away, the lower half of his face completely soaked in her cum. He had a cheeky smirk on his face as he sucked her juices off of his fingers. Anakin wiped away her slick off of his chin with his bare arm, not taking his eyes off of her as he did so.

Her heart was pounding as he looked deep into her eyes, and as he slowly inched towards her so he was hovering over her, she felt small. Anakin smirked at her shyness, so to distract her, he began to unbutton her pajama shirt. He let it fall off her shoulders, exposing her skimpy black bra.

"For someone who wasn't expecting to get fucked, this sure is a slutty little thing." Anakin snapped her bra strap making Y/N shiver. She was still trembling from her orgasm, and couldn't help but whimper as she thought about how his cock would soon be buried into her cunt. Anakin unclipped her bra and groaned lowly as he saw her perky breasts, her nipples already hardened. She had goosebumps erupt on her body now that she was completely naked. "Tell me what you want." Anakin whispered, beginning to softly kiss her neck again. "Tell me."

"I-" Y/N shakily began. "I need you!" She whined.

"What do you need me to do, baby?" Anakin pulled away from her neck, grinning down at her. Y/N couldn't help but roll her eyes at his cockiness, but still gave in.

"Need you inside of me." She cried, huffing and tugging on the waistband of his sweatpants.

Anakin hummed. "Alright, if that's what you really want." He quickly pulled down his sweatpants, throwing them off to the side. He was left in black boxer briefs and Y/N could see the tent his length made through the material.

Making eye contact with her, he slowly pulled down his boxers, biting his lip as he saw her reaction. Y/N whimpered at the sight of his thick length, wondering how the fuck that would fit in her little hole.

"Don't you worry pretty girl, i'm gonna make that pretty little pussy feel so good." Anakin wrapped his large hand around his cock, pumping it a few times before he spread her legs again and rubbed it through her folds, still slick from her first orgasm. "All for me." He whispered under his breath.

Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist and bucked her hips, desperate to be filled. Anakin complied, slowly pushing his cock into her needy cunt.

"Fuck!" She threw her head back and let out a shaky breath, digging her fingernails into his back.

Anakin hissed at the feeling and continued to sink himself into her pussy. As he bottomed out, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. His gentleness soon subsided, him drawing his cock out of her tight hole and shoving it back in with a single thrust.

They formed a steady, rough rhythm, his cock stretching her walls out so much that her legs were shaking. One hand held himself up, sitting next to her head. He gripped the sheets, and with his other hand, he snuck it onto her neck. Squeezing her throat lightly, it made her roll her eyes back into her head from bliss.

"That's it," Anakin groaned, continuing to vigorously thrust into her cunt. Y/N could feel his cock touch every part of her, something that no man had ever truly fulfilled.

"A-Ani!" Y/N whined, digging her heels into his lower back.

"Shhh," Anakin bit down on her earlobe and gently squeezed her throat again. "Gotta stay quiet for me, pretty girl."

Y/N's mouth was wide open and she complied with his request, the sounds in her throat subsiding. Her boobs bounced as he continued to thrust into her, Anakin placing the hand that was once around her throat on her right boob. As he continued to pound her relentlessly, he kneaded and squeezed one of her breasts while he sucked and bit the other one.

Anakin spoke sweet nothings to her, pushing her towards her impending orgasm. It was beginning to grow nearly impossible for Y/N not to make any sounds, so she clasped one hand over her lips while the other tugged at Anakin's blonde curls.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good." Anakin purred, throwing his head back as he thrusted into her.

"Anakin- Anakin i'm so close!" She whined, closing her eyes and letting her lips part in heavenly bliss.

"Yeah? You're gonna cum for me? You're gonna cum on my cock?" Anakin chided, squeezing the boob that he was still kneading.

Y/N nodded vigorously, wrapping her arms around his neck and whimpering quietly. "I'm gonna- i'm gonna come, Ani!"

Her walls clenched harder around his cock, pushing him towards the edge. "Hold on baby, i'm almost there." He began to thrust harder and faster, making it so they could come undone together. "Okay pretty girl, cum on my cock."

Y/N arched her back and let out a pathetic whine, the walls of her cunt clenching around his fat cock. She felt herself gush all over his length just as spurts of his cum shot into her quivering pussy. "Oh my god-" She moaned, scratching her nails down his toned back.

"Fuck, yes," Anakin let out a small whimper which made Y/N cum even harder, loving the sounds he was making.

After they rode out their highs, Anakin pulled out and collapsed next to her, the both of them breathing heavily. He wasted no time pulling her close, wrapping his long arms around her trembling and sweaty figure.

Y/N hummed clinging onto him. Their sweaty skin stuck together and the smell of sex filled the air. It was quiet for a few moments before Y/N spoke up.

"What the fuck did we just do?" She whispered, burying her face in his neck. She was still slightly out of breath.

"We just fucked."

"Anakin, i'm serious." Y/N whined, slapping his chest. "We just broke about 20 different rules."

"I don't care." Anakin shrugged, pulling her closer and pressing a soft kiss on her sweaty forehead. "I love you, and i'm not going to let the code get in the way of that."

Y/N leaned up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "I love you too."

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chvoswxtch · 8 months ago

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Macchiato from Frank Castle with a vulnerable Reader (recently escaped abusive relationship or is hiding from such an ex / targeted by the Villain of the Week after being in the wrong place at the wrong time). I'll leave it up to the barista whether or not to put it over ice.

Thanks again, for letting me submit some requests.

you're so very welcome! thanks for stopping by the cafe! 🖤

headcannon below the cut

frank castle makes sure you feel safe

frank could tell that you had a troubled past when he met you. he could see it, & sometimes he could feel it. he didn't pry, figuring you would open up when you were ready, just like he did when he revealed his own traumatic history

when you finally told him about the abusive relationship you escaped with your ex, a lot of things finally clicked. the things he'd noticed & picked up on suddenly made sense. the way you physically tensed whenever there was a loud noise, how you apologized profusely for the most trivial things, your overly cautious nature & hesitancy when it came to intimacy

it broke his heart knowing what you had been through, but more than anything it pissed him off that some asshole had been the one to do it. frank was furious when you told him, a look of pure rage in his eyes & his jaw set in a harsh line. the anger was practically rolling off him in waves & he was insistent on you giving him a name

but the second he saw a flash of fear in your eyes at his reaction, he quickly recomposed himself. he never wanted to scare you. he didn't want to be just another angry man in your house. even though you knew exactly who he was & what he'd done, you felt safe with frank, & he never wanted to ruin that

you were insistent about leaving it alone, not wanting to spend another moment in the past. you just wanted to move forward. frank respected that. but he also tracked that motherfucker down & sent him on a 3 month long vacation to the icu, not that you needed to know that

while frank did everything he could to make sure you felt comfortable, he knew there were certain things he'd have to be patient with you about. you were still healing from a lot of trauma, but he was determined to help you in any way that he could

at least once a month for the first four months of your relationship, frank reminded you that you were safe. sometimes you'd wake up in the middle of the night sobbing from a horrible nightmare, your dreams transporting you back to that dark place, & frank would hold you for as long as you needed, gently rocking you back & forth while stroking your hair, whispering softly in your ear

"shh shh shh, s'alright, baby. you're safe, yeah? I got you. you're alright. deep breaths, baby. no one's ever gonna hurt you again, I promise. you're safe with me, sweetheart."

as hard as frank tries to be mindful, he's human. he has his own trauma that he's still working through. while your issues manifest with fear, his manifest with anger. the first time he loses his temper & raises his voice, the look on your face physically pains him like a knife to the heart

he sees the way your eyes go wide, how you start to slightly tremble, notices that your breathing is more shallow & harsh. the way your eyes become glossy nearly brings him to his knees, & he quickly lifts his hands in a show of peace & takes a step back

"hey...hey, i'm sorry. i'm sorry, sweetheart. I shouldn'ta raised my voice like that. I didn't mean to. i'm not mad at you, alright? you didn't do nothin' wrong. I just...got frustrated. i'm sorry, baby. what...what do ya need? need me to leave? I can step out if you need a minute. just...tell me what you need."

frank doesn't mind that you're hesitant when it comes to intimacy. he lets you take things as slow as you want. he doesn't push you, doesn't try to guilt trip you, just lets you control the pace & follows your lead. whenever you try to apologize about it, he quickly cuts you off with reassurance

"hey, you don't owe me nothin'. i'm just happy to be here, yeah? I got you here with me, that's all I need. don't worry 'bout me, sweetheart. i'm not goin' anywhere."

frank goes to extra lengths to make sure you have peace of mind. he installs a full security system at your place complete with cameras. he makes sure you have pepper spray & a taser with you at all times. he's taken you to the shooting range a few times just to show you how to shoot just in case you ever have to. he's taught you a few self defense moves that you can protect yourself with. he doesn't just want you to feel safe, he wants you to feel strong

frank makes sure you understand that anyone that ever tried to get to you would have to go through him. whenever you're out in public, he's got his arm around you, or he's holding your hand. he's got his eye on you at all times. if he even thinks you look uncomfortable for any reason, he's at your side in a flash

frank is a fierce protector, & there's no one he protects more relentlessly than the people he loves & cares about. he'd wage war on anyone without a second thought just to keep you safe

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yes-i-write-fanfiction · 2 months ago

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If it's okay, can I request for a one-shot of the TFA X ROTTMNT crossover AU about Splinter and Megatron reuniting please?

Like at one point in the AU an ennemie common to both Autobots and Decepticons is making attacks to invade both factions and this result to the classic "Autobots/Decepticons alliance scenario" with the ROTTMNT gang(the turtles, Splinter, April and Draxum) being the neutral faction acting as mediators between the two factions.

This lead to Splinter and Megatron officially reuniting, everyone to find out that Splinter had made Megatron his sons's godfather, the Cybertronians, Megatron incluses, to finally learn what a godfather is(maybe they have a Cybertronian equivalent but is called differently) and everyone reacting to the revelation!

Getting autobots and decepticons work side by side was like pulling teeth. Even with the quintessons breathing down their collective necks, threatening to destroy them all, they couldn't let go of old grudges. Splinter supposed that was the downside of living as long as they did, it just made the past so hard to let go off. Why forgive and forget when you can spend millennia hating someone and still have majority of your life left?

He wasn't even trying to make them like each other. Splinter wasn't going to waste his time mending the damage caused by a million year old civil war, they did not have that much time, but was it really too much to ask for for these bots to at least pretend to act civil with each other? Five minutes without anyone bickering, that was all he asked for! But noooooo! The moment he looked away, the very second he relaxed and thought that maybe they could get somewhere and achieve something, they would start arguing about the smallest things!

"Don't touch me."

"Stay on your side of the room."

"Get your own fuel."

"Stop looking at me!"

"You're venting to loud!"

It made him want to throw himself into a smelter furnace, feet first. Seriously, it was like looking after a bunch of children! And Splinter would know, he had raised four of them all on his own! At least his kids had been easy enough to distract with movies and games. There was no distracting these gigantic toddlers from throwing their temper tantrums.

These babies also just happened to be giant alien robots with inbuilt weaponry.

Splinter supposed he was lucky, in a sense. Last time he had found himself in a cybertronian body, he had been all on his own. He had been forced to figure out most of that stuff on his own. Some stuff had been easy, like walking. Transforming for the first time had been weird. He had gotten stuck halfway and it had taken him two hours to get himself unstuck. At least this time, he had his family with him.

Yeah, sure, it certainly made him more anxious, as he now had to worry about their safety, but it brought him comfort to have them around, to hear them chatter and joke around like usual. It brought with it a sense of normalcy. It also helped that they also worked hard to keep the autobots and decepticons from killing one another. Hell, even Draxum was a massive help. The yokai-turned-cybertronian had this way of demanding respect from decepticons that they appeared familiar and receptive to.

As much as he loathed to admit it, Splinter envied them somewhat in that regard. His cybertronian form had changed, now matching his mutated body, and his short and stocky frame made it too easy for both sides to disregard him.

Splinter didn't exactly strike the intimidating figure he once had, with no one on Cybertron being able to recognize him and ouch, didn't that sting, knowing that he had lost even that, that in whatever body he found himself in, he was unrecognizable.

Whenever he introduced himself as Splinter, bots would roll their optics and scoff, finding it humorous that he had the same designation as the old legend. THAT Splinter had been tall, lean and exuded an aura of confidence. This version? He was a joke in comparison.

"So pathetic it was almost funny." That's what one bot had said, when they had thought he wouldn't hear them. Unable to disagree with them, Splinter hadn't said anything.

He had also yet to tell anyone in the family about his past experience on Cybertron. Partly because of embarrassment. Ok, mostly because of embarrassment. Embarrassment and shame. But he knew that they had all started to suspect something. Splinter hadn't been very careful, sometimes saying things that betrayed that he knew more about cybertronian culture than he should. A mistake on his part.

In fact, Splinter was pretty confident that Purple had already figured most of it out though. The boy had been so excited upon their shared transformations and done a deep dive into everything about Cybertron and its history. No doubt that he had found some mentions about this mysterious 'Splinter' that suddenly appeared and then went missing years ago. Probably noticed the similarities in appearance to how he had looked as Lou Jitsu. Really, Splinter shouldn't have used the same name. Another mistake on his part. Purple had been giving him these looks, observing his reactions to various places and bots and it all spoke to the fact that he was at least very suspicious that this 'Splinter' and his old man was the same person.

Still, he had yet to confront him about it so Splinter was not going to say anything unless prompted. Avoiding the problem until it was no longer possible, that was his style. Most likely, Purple would not say anything until he knew everything, the how and the why's and then he would reveal it all to his brothers with that overdramatic flair of his. Oh, Splinter just knew Purple was going to be so smug about it once he confirmed his suspicions. That boy loved being right. It was a trait he had surely inherited from his dear old father.

Splinter drummed his fingers against the flat surface of the table, anxious and impatient. He had been asked to serve as a mediator when the leaders of the two factions spoke and negotiated the continued ceasefire. Apparently, the threat of mutual annihilation was not enough to put their egos aside and they both needed some persuasion. Someone from the outside that could look them in the eyes and tell them they were acting like idiots. So of course Splinter had been chosen for this.

Frankly, he was nervous. He had heard lots about this "Megatron" and "Ultra Magnus". The way people spoke about it, it didn't really make him feel confident. From what he had gathered, they were both brilliant leaders. Intelligent. Charismatic. Stubborn. And apparently, they hated each other. The chance of them willingly agreeing to cooperating, even under the threat of the quintessons, were slim.

But Splinter had refused to let one of his sons handle this, nor April or even Draxum. In case anything happened, in case a fight broke out, he didn't want his family to get caught in the crossfire (and ugh, it hurt to think of Draxum as family).

So far, only Ultra Magnus had yet to show up. He had appeared precisely on time, not a minute earlier or later, had taken one look around the room for Megatron, grunted, and then taken a seat on the far end of the table. He had barely even acknowledged Splinter, choosing instead to go over the datapads he had brought with him. Which, alright, fine, Splinter could deal with that. Totally. No problem.

It was a problem. It took 10 minutes for Megatron to show up to the meeting. 10 long, awkward minutes of silence. Somehow, Ultra Magnus managed to feel oppressive and judgmental when he wasn't saying anything. It made Splinter shift in his seat, tap his fingers against the table with increasing fervor. After three minutes, he broke and tried to start a conversation with the Magnus. You know, to break the tension. He had started talking... only to be met with silence. Magnus hadn't even looked up from his datapads. The only reaction had been a slight twitch of his left optic. And now that he had started talking, Splinter just hadn't been able to stop. It was as if a flood had been unleashed.

So how about the weather? Did your fuel taste weird this morning or was it just mine? Must be hard running both an army and a planet. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I am more of a night person myself. Huh, they really should change that light. Is it hot in here or is it just me.

It was frankly a relief when Megatron arrived. Ten minutes late, sure, but at this point, Splinter wasn't going to complain. He was pretty sure that if he continued to talk for even a second more that he would accidentally spill the beans on everything. That's why, when the door hissed open, he looked up at the towering figure with a thankful gaze.

And, huh. Huh. Megatron certainly was all that the rumors had made him out to be. Tall, broad shoulders, intimidating. He carried himself like he owned the place. But there was something more. Something that made Splinter pause and zero in on the mech. There was something... familiar about him.

He didn't have the chance to think about it any further than that. The moment Megatron stepped into the room, Magnus' optics snapped up and bore into him with an intense glare. "You're late" the autobot leader noted with no small amount of disdain. Already off to a good start then, Splinter thought.

Megatron, unmoved by the Magnus' tone, merely shrugged as he took his own seat on the opposite end of the table. "Some of us have things to do, Ultra. Armies to command, societies to run. Things like that."

If Splinter had thought Megatron looked familiar, the voice had ten times the effect. In the back of his mind, a thought was forming. An idea. Things were connecting but he couldn't yet see the full picture.

Ultra Magnus scoffed. "Oh yes, your "army". Tell me, how many days since the last attempted coup? Let me guess, your second in command, again? He got the best of you once, I'm sure he's eager to repeat the experience."

"Starscream" Megatron said with a sneer, "is none of your concern. Besides, I wouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, didn't the head of your Intelligence Division turn out to be one of my agents?" His sneer turned into a wicked smirk. "How shameful, Ultra, to promote a spy to such a high rank. Is age finally catching up to you? Going senile, perhaps?"

Splinter could hear the way the datapad cracked in Magnus' servos. "If I remember correctly" he started, voice cold, "you are not that much younger than I am. Are you perhaps speaking from experience? Projecting, maybe?"

"Hah!" Megatron banged his fists on the table and barked out a mocking laugh. He leaned forward in his seat. "You amuse me, Ultra! Is this how you entertain your high command? No wonder they are so eager to work for you, with you in charge, every day is a circus!"

"Oh I'll show you something funny alright-"

Before the two leaders could lunge across the table to throttle one another, Splinter stood up in his chair. "Ok, that's enough!" He waved his hands around like he was fighting an invisible enemy. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, eh, pede, here. Why don't we start over? Like civilized people." When it didn't look like either Megatron or Ultra Magnus was going to reach for a weapon, Splinter sighed and sat down once more. "Ok. Ok, ok, ok." He massaged the space between his optics. "We are here for a reason. The quintessons. They want all of us gone. Autobots, decepticons, don't matter. That is bad. We don't want that. So, we collaborate."

Megatron crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. "And why should we trust the autobots?" He glanced briefly at Magnus before looking back at Splinter, optics squinted. "The moment the quintessons are defeated, they will turn on us."

"I could say the same thing" Magnus interjected. "The decepticons have never been the picture of loyalty. Always so eager to turn on each other. How can we be so sure that you just won't turn your weapons on the autobots the moment you get the chance?"

Splinter saw the way Megatron's expression darkened and so he interjected before the warlord had a chance. "Because neither of you can do it on your own." The two leaders looked at him and Splinter knew he had their full attention. Ok, time to use that old charm of his. And maybe reuse a couple of old movie lines. "The quintessons have us outnumbered. They are not afraid to throw soldiers at us until they've broken us down. That's why, our retaliation has to be swift, decisive. And that that only be achieved by working together. Divided, you may be strong but together, you are unbeatable."

For the first time since Magnus entered the room, he looked at Splinter as if he was actually seeing him. Meanwhile, Megatron was giving him a weird look but eh, it didn't look as if Splinter's pep talk had driven him to consider murder so that was a plus his his book.

Ultra Magnus nodded. "Your words are logical and, I must admit, convincing. As much as I may dislike it, collaboration is needed to ensure victory."

"Nice!" Splinter pumped his fist. "Together, we will beat the quintessons and emerge victorious! The Hamatos will fight again!"

Megatron blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he stood up with such force that his chair clattered to the floor. Ultra Magnus, triggered by the sudden reaction, similarly stood up, preparing himself for combat. But Megatron didn't attack. Instead he planted one hand on the table and pointed the other right at Splinter, optics wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open. It was an expression Splinter immediatel recognized. "SPLINTER!?"

Splinter pointed a finger right back at Megatron. "D-16!?"

Megatron's face split into a wide smile and he immediately swooped Splinter up in his arms. "Old friend! I never thought I would see you again! I searched for so long but never found a single sign of you so I thought- What happened? Where did you go? Why do you look like this?" He placed his old friend on the table so they could be of more of a similar height.

"I promise to explain everything, Dee," said Splinter, and he truly meant it. D-16 had been his best friend when he had arrived on Cybertron all those years ago and he had never quite forgiven himself for leaving without a word, even if he had no choice in the matter. "And I have so much to tell you! And people I want you to meet! My boys-"

Dee, well, Megatron, tilted his head to the side. "Your boys?"

Splinter puffed up his chest with pride. "Yes! You see, I have taken on the great challenge of fathering, eh, mentoring, four bots!" Megatron's face went a bit slack.

"You? A mentor? I mean, I know you trained Yoketron but that was-"

Waving away his concern and disbelief, Splinter continued. "Eh, that was long ago! This is different! These aren't just my students, they are my family, and you know how much family means to me, Dee." A light suddenly popped in his head. "That's right! My sons will finally get to meet their godfather!"

Megatron's optics sparkled. "Godfather? I know that term. Heard it on Earth." He smiled warmly. "I am honored, my friend, that you would give me that honor. I look forward to meeting your sons."

Splinter smiled. He had never thought he would get to meet Dee again, especially after learning that millions of years had passed since he had left Cybertron and that an entire civil war had happened. The chance of his kind, sweet friend had made it through... He hadn't dared hope. But apparently Dee had done quite well for himself! Leader of an entire army, now that was something. Splinter was quite sure that Dee had his own stories to tell.

The sound of something heavy being dropped on the ground made Splinter turn around, just to see Ultra Magnus standing there, on the other side of the table, his hammer on the floor and looking just like Orange when it was pizza night.

"You- How- Splinter- I don't-" the Magnus stuttered. His optics grew just a fraction wider. "YOU'RE SPLINTER!"

Huh, ok, so maybe Splinter had to explain things to more than just one bot.

#transformers imagine #transformers animated #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #splinter #ultra magnus #megatron #crossover #AU #tfa/rottmnt crossover au

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paintingwhiteceilings · 1 year ago

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❃Seventeen and buying concert tickets❃

a/n: Sooooo apparently, my first post has been doing really well. I came home from visiting my friends over the weekend, only to find out that it has over an 100 notes???? Thank you to everyone who has been liking and reblogging it. I genuinely didn't expect so many people to enjoy, or even see, it, and I feel so incredibly grateful :')

Anyway, I stumbled upon Scoups trying to buy their own concert tickets and thought it would make for a fun prompt. Enjoy!

Scoups/Seungcheol: 7/10

❀ What deity has he disrespected to be suffering this much? When he promised some of his friends to get them tickets as well, he did so out of the assumption that good karma would aid him in increasing his odds of getting good seats. Isn’t that how karma is supposed to work; you do a good deed and get rewarded?

❀ For some reason, the entire website seems to be working against him. He has an abysmal position in the queue, giving him a false sense of hope in obtaining tickets. After he finally is let in, the website seems to continuously glitch. The only reason that he ultimately gets to pick out decent seats is because he spends an absurd amount of money on them.

❀ No, it truly can’t be a higher power toying with him… Instead, he blames himself for picking the wrong location, date and zone. Somehow, he even manages to misplace his credit card, resulting in him having to turn his room upside down. He is about to completely lose it before discovering that he accidentally placed his keyboard on top of it.

❀ After struggling a ton, he finally manages to get decent tickets, ageing at least ten years in the process. Give him some time and space; he needs to properly process the entire experience. Maybe it is time to pay for an exorcist.

Jeonghan 1000000/10

❀ God has favourites, and it shows. Jeonghan decides to get concert tickets on a whim, pulling out his phone to check whether they are still available. Somehow, precisely at that moment, the tickets go on sale, making him first in the queue.

❀ He doesn’t really understand what Coups is complaining about. He has the seats he wants with a perfect view of the stage. The site runs smoothly, and he is able to buy the tickets without it buffering even once. He doesn’t even have to remind his friends to transfer him the money, either. They did it beforehand.

❀ Even worse, after he successfully purchased the tickets, he decides to never buy tickets for himself ever again. Why would he do it himself when he could ask his friends to do it for him instead? It gives him an additional ten minutes to nap. His ticket buying luck will become a memory, a legend that all those buying tickets tell each other.

❀ Is that Coups crying in the corner?

Joshua 8/10

❀ You have heard of chick-magnets, and now I present to you, Mr Hong, a ticket-magnet. Joshua has no interest in ticket buying. Rather than spending those hours sitting behind a computer, he could be enjoying one of his thousand hobbies instead. Joshua could’ve made at least four bracelets and watched a full season of anime in the same time span. Why worry over Maroon 5 tickets when he can sing Sunday Morning himself.

❀ Instead, his friends end up giving him their spare tickets whenever someone cancels. Over the years, he has gone to a wide arrange of concerts. It is kind of impressive. One time he went to both a classical and a heavy metal concert on the same day. It gave him whiplash; he almost started a mosh pit as the third movement played.

❀ Considering that Joshua never checks his phone, he wouldn’t even be aware of what concerts are happening. Not that it really matters. Somehow, he will end up going anyway. All concert tickets lead to Hong Jisoo.

Jun 2/10

❀ Have you ever tried buying tickets in a language that is not your native tongue? No? Well, let me tell you, it is hard. Jun has been staring at the screen for the past five minutes, trying to figure out the fine print. He is having a hard time deciphering the very legal and formal Korean.

❀ He is pretty sure that he is misinterpreting half of it; it seems rather odd for a concert ticket site to be talking about saving the cows when he is looking at insurance options. It truly is weird. Still, Jun cannot help but be a bit concerned about the cows.

❀ Before he is able to buy the tickets, he runs out of time. He had tried to call his members, but he should’ve figured that him reading the confusing Korean out loud would result in a weird narrative telephone game where the members have to guess the word from his shaky pronunciation. At least it made for a fun new game for GoSe.

❀ Fortunately, he is favourite child number 1, and the other members have zero faith in him being able to buy his own ticket. They made sure to get him one whilst he was calling with them. Of course, they gasslight him into thinking that, by some miracle, he had managed to buy the ticket himself. They don’t want to hurt his feelings.

Hoshi/Soonyoung: -100000000000/10

❀ I should probably add more zeros, but that would ruin the aesthetics. Hoshi's problems already start upon him trying to turn on the computer. No matter how often he smashes the power button, it does not respond. He thinks he broke it, but in reality, Hoshi doesn't understand the concept of a charger. Nobody told him that computers need energy to function.

❀ When Wonwoo told him that the computer needed to be fed, trying to explain the concept of charging and electricity, Hoshi tried giving it a piece of his fried chicken. He left it there for a full hour, but it didn’t eat it. Hoshi thinks the laptop might be mad at him for letting it starve for so long. Someone, please help this man; he is crying.

❀ Maybe instead of using his computer, he can use his phone to buy tickets. Oh, wait, no. He tried showering with his phone because he thought it was waterproof. Why did he think it was waterproof? Nobody knows. He has put it in rice to see whether it will turn on again. The others haven’t told him yet that it is hopelessly fried; they don’t want him to get another phone only to ruin it within seconds.

Wonwoo 100000000/10

❀ With his gaming set-up and ridiculously fast internet, Wonwoo makes ticket buying look like a sci-fi film. To the untrained eye, watching Wonwoo buying tickets might seem rather boring. To those more experienced, his skills at clicking on the right things at the exact right time are insane. Internally, he has an entire dramatic inner monologue when he does, recounting his months of research on how to optimize ticket buying.

❀ It has become a game for him; he has an insane track record for buying the best seats, and at this point, he does it more so for the thrill. He resells them to the members, increasing the price a bit as he does. He doesn’t tell them, of course; it makes them feel indebted to him, owing him a favour he can cash in during GoSe, whilst he, unbeknownst to them, is making a decent profit. Truly, he is hitting two birds with one stone.

❀ It is only after Wonwoo uses his hard-earned money to buy five extra computers to further optimize the buying of tickets that the other members begin getting concerned. They ultimately decide to hold an intervention for him, explaining that his obsession with ticket buying is borderline unhealthy. So far, he is doing well. He hasn't bought a single concert ticket since the intervention.

Woozi/Jihoon: 9/10

❀ Concert tickets seem to magically appear on his doorstep, paired with letters full of admiration. Woozi has no idea how they got there. Whenever an artist is going on tour, the tickets seem to materialize out of thin air without fail. He fails to realize that by being the legendary producer Woozi, THE Lee Jihoon, everyone wants him at their concert. He truly is a humble king.

❀ To be honest, he doesn’t really want to go. Unless it happens to be Bruno Mars, he would rather stay indoors, focusing on his own music. He decides to give all the free tickets to Joshua, figuring that it would be a waste to throw the tickets out. However, he stopped giving Joshua the free tickets after he discovered that Joshua was pretending to be him. Not that anyone believed him, but still, Woozi no longer wanted to be associated with the guy who was shamelessly dancing around, executing the cringiest of dance moves.

❀ On the one hand, it did somewhat work. The artists have stopped inviting Woozi to every single concert that they hold, afraid to get his insane friend instead. Joshua, to this day, claims that it was all part of his plan.

DK/Seokmin: 1/10 but 1000/10 for the vibes

❀ DK is truly trying his best to get tickets for the concert he wants to go to. He has invited all his friends over to buy the tickets together. Everyone brings their own laptop to increase their chances of getting good seats. However, by the end of the night, it has kind of turned into a bit of a party.

❀ Initially, DK put on a playlist to decrease the tension and stress that everyone was feeling. That being said, as time passed, the tickets were kind of forgotten as it turned more and more into a karaoke session. Suddenly more and more people seemed to appear, somehow hearing of this dope party that was being held at DK’s. DK surely didn’t invite them, but the more, the merrier, right? He can’t help but feel like he is forgetting something as the night progresses, but it must probably not be that important.

❀ It hits him only the morning after. It is not completely hopeless, though. When DK goes online to share his funny anecdote with other fellow fans, he inevitably ends up charming someone who has a spare ticket. They end up inviting him along because, well, we all could use some little DK in our life.

Mingyu: 7.5/10

❀ He thinks he is really good at finding resell tickets for cheap. What he doesn’t know, however, is that everyone takes one good look at his profile pic and decides to risk it all. Unknowingly, Mingyu has broken up a lot of friendships with his posts innocently asking whether anyone has a ticket to spare.

❀ He has no idea that concerts are essentially all dates. The other person always treats him so nicely. They get him food, flowers and give him so many compliments. Honestly, he doesn’t understand how people can be so pessimistic about the world. Look at how many wonderful people are in it, treating him so kindly.

❀ Unfortunately for those who intend the concert to be a date and the start of a new relationship, he is too oblivious to see it as such. At the end of the concert, he will simply shake their hand and thank them for the fun night, never to contact them ever again. Still, nobody gets truly upset about the outcome. His obliviousness is kind of charming.

The8/Minghao: 5/10

❀ It is all up to faith. Does he understand the Korean on the website? No. As a result, Minghao has decided to make peace with whatever comes out of the ticket buying experience. He has meditated quite a bit before the tickets go on sale, trying to tell himself that it won’t bother him if he doesn’t get the tickets. He is cool, calm and collected.

❀ He makes all his decisions based on a coin flip. Is he struggling to choose between two zones? Coin flip. Should he click the first or second option for insurance? Coin flip. He has a very pretty dice that he can roll for the choices with multiple options. In other words, Minghao puts his trust completely in the universe so that he doesn’t have to admit that he has no idea what he is doing. Honestly, the method allows him to, at the very least, make quick decisions regardless of the outcome. Consequentially, he outspeeds everyone else on the website.

❀ Does it work? Half of the time. Sometimes the universe seems to be favouring him, giving him incredible seats. Other times he is sitting in the nosebleeds, squinting at the stage as he is trying to make out the artist. He comforts himself with the thought that he is there for the music, not the visual experience.

Seungkwan: 9/10

❀ Welcome to Seungkwan’s military mission to get concert tickets. Drill Sergeant Boo has decided that he will be assembling the best team to get the concert tickets he desires, and there will be nothing stopping him. Not only did he insist on everyone meeting up at the place with the best Wi-Fi, but he also made an entire overview of the best zones and seats, including information on which seats tend to sell out the fastest.

❀ He has set five alarms for when the tickets go on sale, and if anyone dares to goof off, they will meet an early grave. This is a life-or-death situation! Sergeant Boo has no time for those that slack off or test his patience. If you are not taking this seriously, you do not deserve to see Adele in concert.

❀ Let’s just hope that he gets his tickets through regular ticket sales because if not, he will set up an intelligence mission in order to find out as much tea as he can on someone to blackmail them into handing over their tickets. Is it legal? Not really, no, but all is fair in love and war or when Beyoncé tickets are on the line.

Vernon 8/10

❀ Getting tickets is really no problem for Vernon. All he has to do is connect himself to the internet. He is an AI/NPC, after all. It is incredibly easy; all he has to do is hack into the system and get the tickets before they even go on sale.

❀ Okay, okay, all jokes aside, Vernon, with his refined music taste, mostly attends obscure bands. He is not even snobby about it; he genuinely enjoys their experimental music. Most of the time, the band's tickets do not sell out because the band is, well, questionable at best. Wait, you have not heard of Order of the Metaphysical Rat? They are really good! What about the Tree Rioting Bishops? No? Well, he had a blast at their last concert; you should totally join next time.

❀ Occasionally, he stumbles onto real gems, bands that are on the up-and-coming and about to blow up. He somehow manages to attend their concert at the right time, and when he checks the tickets the next year, they've tripled in price.

❀ However, more often than not, the concerts he attends are an… experience. Dancing Politics truly was something special with their remixing of political speeches, and his ears are still ringing from the Screaming Orchestra. He doesn't understand why none of the other members want to join him.

Dino/Chan: -1000/10

❀ He is incredibly determined to get the tickets, but Dino has a massive problem: he is a boomer at heart. He is not hip and happening and has no idea how this whole process of buying tickets works. What do you mean that they do not physically mail concert tickets any more?

❀ To be honest, he was kind of hoping one of the other members would take him instead. This whole concept of the internet is truly beyond him. He literally just figured out how the landline works; he blinked twice, and suddenly there is something called the internet.

❀ Somehow, in his attempt to get tickets, he clicks on the wrong thing, and now his computer has crashed. He has no idea how he managed it, but it is refusing to respond. So now he's paying for a hefty bill to get his computer fixed instead of the tickets.

❀ It gets even worse when he trusts a Nigerian Prince emailing him that he has some tickets to resell. Yeah… Dino gets scammed out of a lot of money. It is safe to say that the other members have decided that he no longer gets to shop online.

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schrijverr · 2 months ago

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 27

Chapter 27 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Chimney and Maddie are both healing up in the hospital, but Maddie can’t just easily recover from her trauma. Buck is trying to be there, but doesn’t know how, also stewing further in his own guilt. His final solution takes him away from his family.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (slow burn), Madney

Warnings: referenced domestic violence, self loathing, injury, kidnapping, referenced minor character death, referenced near death experience

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Chapter 27: No Place to Go

Buck stands outside the hospital unsure what to do now for a good minute, before he fishes his phone out of his pocket. He could call Eddie, but he doubts the man got that much more rest than him, plus it’s definitely past Chris’s bedtime and getting someone to watch him for that short period will be a hassle, so he orders an Uber instead.

He tiredly stumbles towards his front door a while later, vague plans about picking up his Jeep from Maddie’s place tomorrow. Fuck is he glad he doesn’t have work tomorrow, though he is reasonably sure Bobby would have given him off regardless, if he asked. His emotions are all over the place.

When he comes in, he finds Eddie blinking awake on the couch. By the looks of it, he had fallen asleep while waiting for Buck and had been woken up by the front door opening.

Eddie makes a sleepy noise and grabs for his phone, checking it with a little frown. Grumpy with sleep, he asks: “Why didn’t you text me to come get you?”

Instead of answering like a normal person, all the emotions of today catch up with him and the love he has for Eddie is too much in that moment, so he just makes a high pitched blubbering noise, before he starts crying.

Now, Eddie wakes up more, looking alarmed as he quickly makes his way over to Buck. Buck wants to stop crying probably as much as Eddie wants him to stop crying, since he awkwardly hovers around him, but he can’t. He’s just too exhausted and too wrung out. He’s done for today, unable to make a choice or do anything other than cry.

Fortunately, Eddie makes a decision instead, pulling him into a hug, something that has become more common between them since they started working together. Now Buck can cry into his shoulder and that is somehow more relieving.

They stand by the door for what is probably an embarrassing amount of time, but Buck is too out of it to notice.

In the end, Eddie manages to lead him to the couch once he has cried himself out and his tears have run dry. Eddie runs to get him a glass of water. When he hands it to him, Buck says with a hoarse voice: “Thank you, I’m sorry.”

“Ah, none of that,” Eddie chides. “Drink your water and go brush your teeth. You obviously need some sleep.”

Eddie also looks exhausted and there are probably a hundred replies to give to the mother henning, but Buck is too tired, so he just makes a vague grumbling noise, before sipping his water. He’ll figure out something to retort to the treatment tomorrow.

With the water gone, he peels himself off the couch, making his way to the bathroom. However, he gets distracted by Chris’s door on the way there, carefully opening it, so he can look in and watch Chris sleep for a few seconds.

He looks peaceful. Okay.

Buck already knew Chris was okay with him never being in actual danger and speaking to him over the phone cheerfully that morning, but seeing him still helps Buck let go off the last bits of anxiety he was carrying.

Chris is already so big, but he still looks a lot like the three year old Buck fist met, the four year old he first babysat overnight. He spend a lot of that first night watching Chris, scared he’d get hurt if he looked away. He feels that now too, as if Chris might get hurt if he looks away. He knows he can’t sleep on the ground by his door, but the temptation is there.

He doesn’t even notice that Eddie has come up behind him, watching him looking at Chris, until he says: “Chris is okay. He’s safe.”

Buck startles slightly, before looking back at Eddie, giving a bashful smile. “I know that. Logically, I know that, I just…”

“Worry anyway?” Eddie fills in and he nods. “I feel the same way. But that little guy right there is fine and he’s going to be jumping on your bed at an ungodly hour tomorrow if the fight to go to bed instead of waiting up for you was anything to go by, so you better get your rest if you don’t want to be a zombie tomorrow.”

Buck snorts at that, the moment broken and his feelings stopped before they could build more. He gives Chris one last glance, before gingerly closing the door.

The two of them complete the rest of the way in silence, brushing their teeth in tandem, before quietly wishing each other goodnight.

A part of Buck had thought he would have trouble sleeping tonight. He has already napped here and there and the past 24 hours have been terrifying, so it wouldn’t be weird if he kept tossing and turning for a bit. However, that doesn’t happen. He gets in bed and is out like a light.

As predicted, he gets woken by an excitable seven year old after what feels like a blink, but is actually multiple hours of uninterrupted sleep. Usually he’s awake before Chris, but it’s not a rare thing, more like uncommon. It’s usually Eddie, who gets a child launched at him, since he sleeps in when he can.

Despite being a morning person, Buck feels no desire to be awake. He’s been running around since Friday evening and it’s Sunday morning now. He feels like he should be able to sleep in on a Sunday, that’s a normal people thing to desire. So he groans when Chris starts shaking him, grabbing the kid into a big hug as he rolls over while Chris shrieks.

“Papi, you gotta wake up. It’s morning,” Chris whines when he realizes Buck isn’t going to do anything other than hug him like a teddy bear so he can’t continue poking him.

“I don’t know about that, Superman. I think I’m still sleeping,” Buck says, already waking up more and giving up on the fantasy of sleeping in, while pretending to snore loudly, making Chris giggle.

Chris wiggles some more as he says: “I know you’re awake.”

“Hm, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Buck plays at obliviousness, though he loosens his grip slightly, so Chris can wiggle free.

He does so, turning around and catching Buck with his eyes open, victoriously exclaiming: “See, you’re awake!”

Buck closes his eyes immediately, denying it. “No, I’m not. Snork, mimimi. See, totally asleep.”

“Papiiiii,” Chris whines again, shaking Buck’s shoulder to no avail.

They’re broken out of the moment by Eddie’s voice, who says: “If papi doesn’t want to wake up, you should let him sleep, mijo. He’s had a long day yesterday.”

“But, daddy, you said papi would hang out with us today,” Chris pouts, draping himself over Buck as he does.

“I know I did, but he can hang out with us later. I can make us breakfast and you can let papi sleep in, yeah?”

“You’re making breakfast?” Buck asks, slightly disbelieving. He has rolled over to find Eddie also in his pajamas, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching the two of them with a fond look.

“Hey, I can make scrambled eggs, I’ve done that before and they were fine,” Eddie defends himself, his face doing a very similar pout to Chris’s moments ago.

Without his permission, a stab of love and affection for him goes through Buck. He covers it by being a little shit, looking at Chris, who is still on his chest as he asks: “What do you say Chris, do you think daddy can make scrambled eggs?”

Chris pulls a thoughtful face, before a mischievous grin breaks through and he shakes his head a firm no. Eddie, naturally, guffaws in offense at this.

“Well then, should we get up before he burns the house down?” Buck asks.

“Yes,” Chris practically cheers, climbing over Buck to get off the bed, kneeing him in the stomach multiple times. Eddie shows no sympathy when they meet eyes after he gets winded, instead turning up his nose and walking away.

However, Buck isn’t in the dog house entirely, because there is coffee waiting for him when he gets to the kitchen. Still, he can’t help but poke the bear a little more, so he makes them omelets for breakfast. Going off the stink eye Eddie gives him, he knows what Buck is doing.

After breakfast, Buck and Chris play with the Legos. Like usual it doesn’t really look like anything, but Chris has fun sticking the blocks together so Buck doesn’t really mind. Then they work on a homework sheet Chris was struggling with. He already did some with Eddie yesterday, so it’s done pretty soon.

Eddie is capable of making lunch sandwiches, so he does that with Chris, because Chris likes putting on the slices of cheese. While they do that Buck gathers the laundry and puts the first wash on. They should wash their sheets, but that’s too much fucking work right now, so he only changes Chris’s. Eddie is an adult, if he wants clean sheets, he can do it himself.

Then after lunch, he has mollified Chris enough with his presence to make up for not being there yesterday, plus he promised him that they can go to the zoo next weekend. So, he can leave the house to see Maddie and Chimney in the hospital.

Maddie is in Chimney’s room when he gets there, so he sees both of them at the same time. Upon seeing Chimney with his eyes open, he breaks out in a smile. Sure, he saw him yesterday too, but that was only briefly. He was holding his blood inside him uncomfortably recent, so sue him.

“Hey, man, you’re looking good for a nearly dead guy,” he greets cheerfully. Chimney grins right back, flexing mockingly, but Maddie’s smile tightens for a second. Buck makes a mental note not to joke too much about Chimney getting hurt in front of her.

“I hear I got you to thank for my daring rescue, Buckaroo,” Chimney says.

Buck nods. “Yeah, I would say I was just doing my job, but we both know it’s technically more yours.”

“Eh, you get a gold star from me, though I’m not sure you’re handsome enough to be my stand in,” Chimney jokes.

“I’ll make sure not to sign when they ask me to play you in the movie,” Buck rolls his eyes. Then he becomes more genuine. “But really, Chim, it’s good to you. You had me really worried there for a second.”

“You and me both,” Chimney says, more serious than before. A silence falls over the room, all of them slightly uncomfortable. Chimney breaks it, by asking: “One thing is bugging me though. How did you know to come? Why were you there?”

Buck rubs the back of his head sheepishly as he admits: “Neither of you texted. I asked both of you and it was like 7:08 and neither of you told me you were in the car yet, it doesn’t take eight whole minutes to say hello.”

Again it’s quiet for a beat.

Then Maddie says: “You asked Chimney and me to text you and you came to check on us when we were eight minutes late? Eight? Really, Buck? I can’t believe how overprotective you are, I’m an adult, you know. And your older sister.”

Embarrassment flushes through his veins and he feels twelve years old again, getting berated by Maddie about doing something reckless. He scowls slightly and looks away, muttering: “My overprotectiveness saved his life.”

Maddie rears back for a second, then stops, shrinking into herself as she says: “I suppose it did.”

Chimney is looking mighty uncomfortable as his gaze goes from Maddie to Buck then back to Maddie again. To put him out of his misery, Buck suggest: “Look, I just wanted to catch up, see how you were doing. I don’t want to fight. Why don’t we get some coffee, let Chim rest?”

“Oh, yes, of course,” Maddie immediately says, guiltily smoothing Chimney’s hospital blankets down.

“It’s okay,” Chimney tries to assure her, but she untangles herself from his bed anyway.

Buck feels bad about making her feel guilty about getting comfort from Chimney on top of everything else. This hospital visit is already going great, he thinks sarcastically.

In Maddie’s room Chris’s card is on proud display. Instead of making him feel fond like it usually would, it only serves to make Buck feel more guilty, so he looks away. Mistake.

Now he’s meeting Maddie’s eyes. She seems withdrawn, eyes big and filled with sadness. She’s quiet. Not fully there. Not that Buck blames her, she’s been through a lot, but he can’t help but remember how she smiled in Chimney’s room when he first got there. And when she was there yesterday.

He feels awkward and bad, but also desperate to reach out, to get her to smile again. So he tries to put on his best face as he asks: “Are they feeding you properly in here?”

Maddie huffs out a small laugh. “It’s a hospital, Buck, not prison.” Success!

Buck grins at her and says: “Don’t worry, I’ll still break you out if you need me to.”

“That’s very sweet, but I think I’m okay,” she tells him, expression fond yet exasperated. Then her features drop slightly and she wraps her arms around herself in a pseudo-hug. “Besides, I don’t really feel like going home just yet.”

Immediately his heart lurches and he finds himself in an awkward position. He wants to offer his own home, welcome her into the warmth he finds there, so she doesn’t have to return to the place Doug violently took her from. Say fuck it to keeping things hidden, because Maddie is more important than potentially being found out.

Yet at the same time, she’s just been violently taken from her home, is the right move to suddenly introduce her into a whole new side of the family and overwhelm her with that and invite her into a house that is – admittedly – pretty chaotic.

They have a small kid living there and he and Eddie are coming in at all hours of the day, not to mention Carla, a stranger to her, who will be in the house for hours too. Plus, he’d have to make her keep it a secret from a big part of the support system he helped her built. She won’t even be able to invite people.

What was it he said to Eddie? Oh yeah, it was: ‘Let’s face it, we’re in too deep.’

So he doesn’t offer her his own home. He can’t. Instead he says: “You can always go to a hotel for a few days after you’re discharged. Get your feet under you again somewhere else?”

Maddie shakes her head and pulls a face. The last thing she wants is another unfamiliar place. What she really wants is to have her apartment back, untouched by Doug, far away from him and unblemished by her life before LA.

Buck can’t blame her, so he suggests: “Or I can stay over at yours, sleep in the dining room on an air mattress or something. I’m young enough, my back can take it.”

I mean, he slept on a couch for a few weeks when he and Eddie first started co-parenting Chris, he’ll survive the air mattress. Not sure if he’ll survive having to explain to Chris why papi isn’t there for bed time or breakfast, though he can probably swing a few trips under the guise of hanging out with Eddie as a fib to Maddie.

“Maybe I should just move,” is what she says after a moment of thinking about it.

“You can, you totally can,” Buck replies, not wanting to be unsupportive, “but, Maddie, you love that place. And you can’t move when you still need to recover, you need a plan for when you get out of here.”

She looks displeased at that, probably dislikes that Buck is right. He knows how annoying it can be when your sibling is right, so he isn’t even that mad at her reaction, more sympathetic. She sinks into her bed petulantly and crosses her arms: “I don’t want to think about it. Can’t I just stay with you for a few days?”

He hesitates, again going over everything he just hashed out in his brain. Tentatively he says: “I haven’t moved since you got here, I still live at the same place. I don’t think that’s great for you.”

It’s not an entirely lie, which works perfectly for him, Maddie will know if he lies. This is practically the truth; he doesn’t think his current situation is great for her and he hasn’t moved, she just doesn’t realize that he lives in a three bedroom with a child for a roommate instead of a frat house.

“That’s no issue,” Maddie says, perking up. “You need to get out of that frat house at some point, you know. This could be your opportunity. We can look for a place together and you can handle all the moving stuff, then I get to go there when I get discharged.”

A part of Buck seriously considers going along with it, before he remembers how stupid that is. He got into this whole mess in the first place by getting in too deep on a lie, he shouldn’t jump into a new one. He can’t just move out of his house.

The tiny voice at the back of his mind reminds him that that isn’t true. He can divorce Eddie and get his half of the finances, including half of the house. Eddie will need to live smaller, but with child support from Buck, they should be able to work it out in a way that will allow Chris to continue with the school he’s at now and Carla.

No, he thinks, they recently established they weren’t going to divorce over Maddie and it has been implied that even when they do get divorced, they’ll live together until they can easily figure out the next steps in their own time. It’ll be too much of a disruption to suddenly divorce, he can’t do that to Chris. He’s already had to face the truth that Chris will be his priority first, then Maddie.

Besides, it’ll take much longer to get a whole divorce sorted so he could even move out to live with Maddie, than it will take her to recover enough to be discharged. It’s simply impractical.

With that sorted, he makes a grimace and says: “I can’t just get easily out of my current living situation.”

Immediately Maddie takes a deep breath and starts making her case: “It won’t be that much of a hassle, probably a month of rent overlap. If you really can’t swing that, because you’re that irresponsible with money, I could spot you.”

“Oi, I’m not irresponsible with money,” Buck frowns, offended that she’d think that. He has actually been budgeting really well the past few years.

“Buck,” Maddie levels him a look, “you still drive the same Jeep I gave you years ago. And while your clothes are nice, you don’t have a lot and they’re worn. From what I can see, you’re living of your firefighter income, which means you blew through all the money mom and dad gave you. That doesn’t scream responsible.”

Oh, he can see where that confusion comes from. “Okay, so I am living of my firefighter income, but I didn’t blow through the money mom and dad gave me. That money is only for kids who go to college, and guess what, Maddie, I don’t have a degree.”

“What? I was there when they gave you that money, they can’t just take it back,” she frowns.

“Uh, no, yeah, they can. They called me after I left to tell me I had to give it back – only call I got from them, by the way – they had a lawyer and everything with them on the line. So, I just gave it back, didn’t want to deal with that becoming a thing,” Buck shrugs, now feeling slightly embarrassed.

“Then how did you get around that whole time?”

“I worked, Maddie. Don’t you remember all the jobs I told you about? I mean, bartender, farm hand, construction worker? Any of those ringing a bell?”

“But you were in Peru.”

“Yeah, flew there before they called, let me tell you, not great. I had to work for months before I saved enough to fly back to the USA, their currency isn’t worth the same. By the time I made it back they towed the Jeep, it was a hassle to get that thing back, made me blow through the bit of savings I had left. I only had enough in the tank to make it to El Paso, before I had to find a place to work again.”

“Oh my god, I am so sorry, I never even knew. Why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped, send you money or something.” Maddie sounds horrified.

“It’s not a big deal and I wasn’t going to ask you, I didn’t want to get you in trouble. You know how mom and dad can get,” Buck flails a little, trying to wave the whole thing away with a dismissive gesture, he never intended this conversation to go this way. It was supposed to be about Maddie, guess he’s still in the habit of making things about himself.

“It is a big deal,” Maddie insists. “If you’re that tight on money, I can help. I still have some savings and who knows how it will go now that- now that Doug is dead.” Her voice becomes softer, but she pushes forward for his sake. “I can help. We can move in together, I’ll cover most of the rent and you can get out of that frat house.”

“That really isn’t necessary. This isn’t about me right now,” Buck insist as gentle yet forceful as he can. “Come on, Maddie, be honest with yourself. When you got here, you wanted your own place, stand on your own two feet. It wouldn’t be real otherwise, remember? You don’t want this, not really. You can’t keep letting him push you down. You want to be free of him, that’s what you said. You haven’t done anything for him in months, don’t start now.”

Maddie practically deflates, heaving a big sigh as she does. “You’re right,” she admits, though it is obviously reluctant. “I just- The thought of going back there. It’s terrifying. And I hate it, I love that apartment, you know? It’s mine. All mine. I don’t want to lose it.”

“Then you’re not going to lose it,” Buck promises. “I was serious about sleeping on your dining room floor if that is what you need. You’re going to make it through and I’m going to be right there, whatever you need.”

Hell of a promise to make now, that tiny voice speaks up again. Easy to say when the danger is over and you know you don’t have to make the choice between her and your own family. The family that’s not even fully yours, not like Maddie is. Selfish.

He pushes that voice away and hopes the self loathing doesn’t show on his face to much. Despite his earlier thoughts, he does wholeheartedly mean this promise.

“You don’t have to,” Maddie says, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I mean, you have to work and I can’t expect you to babysit me. I would feel like I’m imposing.”

Buck knows her well enough to realize she wants to say yes to his offer, but that she is trying to make herself seem smaller, less obtrusive. It’s the same thing he used to do with their parents, but they never pushed back, they never nudged him to take up space. He’s not going to make their mistake with Maddie.

“Who says you’d be imposing? I haven’t had a good Buckley sleep over in forever,” Buck grins. “I can take that first week off, I’m sure Bobby will let me, just so we can get you settled. Besides, you’ll see, in two weeks you’re going to be totally sick of me and kick me to the curb again.”

“I don’t know,” Maddie is grinning now too, hers more mischievous than his, “maybe I’ll like the opportunity to feed you veggies again too much and I’ll never let you go.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that I’ve been eating my veggies just fine, don’t you remember I cook now? I bet you that I make even better veggies than you.”

They continue to bicker for the rest of his visit and it’s nice. Familiar. It’s what he hoped the visit would be like and he feels lighter when he leaves the hospital again. He could be here for Maddie again – or more like finally – and that feels good.

Now he just hopes Chris and Eddie feel the same.

A/N:

You know, this is very like me. The Doug arc was supposed to be one chapter, now it’s already three chapters and 20% is Buckley-Diaz fluff, this is why this fic is getting out of hand, but I swear the fluff is highly necessary xp (it’s actually not, hope y’all don’t mind it)

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THANK YOU FOR PUTTING SULLY ON YOUR ARTFIGHT I CAN NOW DRAW HER YAYYYYY

also any updates bout the fate of tirazia !!!! I am invested

YAYAY NP!!! I'm so excited to see your art! (Edit: I took so long to answer this that I have seen it!!!!!)

I also really gotta add more characters to my art fight- including more FOT NPCs maybe ?? Maybe ??? I have one in particular I wanna do but I'm not sure how to do it bc I don't want Blue to see him bc he hasn't shown up in the campaign yet lol

For the actual campaign itself! I'm not sure where I left off lol. [Looks at that one long post] Ah! Session 7 it seems, then Blue sent some memes about session 8.

We haven't done any over the summer bc now we're 8 people total and also. Timezones. But! We ended on session 9, and holy shit were these some crazy last two sessions.

Brief session 7 recap:

Sadly, Hans's player couldn't come, so he canonically spends the entire session digging holes in the ground (... long story) and inspecting the mysterious magical skull he got after we raided the Order of the Five castle (where Sully buried that one person alive). However! For the first time, we have a new player who takes over playing Paul. Through this, the rest of the party goes on a wild goose chase to get a magical artifact with him except Anawrete, who visits her parents' place, and we get lore there. At the end of the session, Alloces goes off to investigate mysterious smuggler's den with ties to Anawrete at the Order of the Five castle and Silen follows him. It ends up having a tunnel leading off into the Underdark, and Silen loses sight of Alloces and starts walking down there.

That's session 7!

Now, session 8:

Sully, Paul, Mal, and after a minute Alloces go and reunite with Hans. Hans is outside the Shipbuilder's Guild, having dug a bunch of holes without finding what he wanted to (a lead brick we buried in like session 4ish) This is very concerning, bc it was supposed to be a message to a demon to kill this one guy (we were trying to solve a mystery and didn't know what else to do..... so we did that. Then we tried to unearth it bc we finished the mystery). Also, it wasn't supposed to disappear, even if it did work! So. Um?

However, the party decides that it's not that important, bc we're preoccupied with something else: the skull. Turns out Hans figured out that it's "locked" and that he can brute force unlock whatever magic it has inside it by blasting it with all four types of elemental magic at once. We figure out that between Hans, Alloces, Paul, and Sully, we have the needed elemental magic to do this. Unfortunately, Sully has suddenly become very up-in-arms, saying that combining elemental magic is against everything she believes in, and that she could never help with this. Hans refuses to listen, however, but he's stuck bc Sully is the only one with Earth magic in the party (and Earth magic is hard to obtain as a spell lol). Therefore, he decides to do something... not the greatest. He whispers to Alloces to use Suggest on her, and bc Alloces likes chaos, he complies. (Fun fact: ooc, I was actually the one to propose the Suggest idea. I thought it would be silly. <3) It works, and Sully now has to participate in this ritual against her will.

Meanwhile, Mal is watching all of this go down. She sees Sully rapidly change character, and realizes that something is up. She pulls Sully aside, asking if Sully is okay. Sully, unable to say otherwise, says yes, she's okay, she's just decided to do the ritual now. Mal fails her insight check, and decides that Sully must be okay if she says she is. Mal's player then does something which makes me go CRAZY insane and makes me want to chew on glass (/pos) and decides that NOW is the time to do a scene which she's been thinking about for a while. The Context: back in session 6 during our big fight, Sully got Mal out of death saves with a healing potion. Healing potions are a bit expensive, and Mal had her own which she didn't use before she got downed (overestimating her abilities), but Sully probs didn't even think twice and used her own on Mal. However, Mal obviously has been thinking about it, because she gives Sully that potion, then. Mal, very obviously very nervous, apologizes for "letting Sully down" and for being a burden during the fight, and not being strong enough to stay up herself. AND SULLY CAN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING BC SHE'S PREOCCUPIED WORRYING ABOUT THE RITUAL + BEING UNDER SUGGESTION. Mal then leaves very quickly, and Sully is left there, speechless.

Then the fucking ritual happens and we all unlock the Skull, and Sully snaps out of her Suggestion. The Skull has some kind of spirit inside it, and is filled with Aetheric energy (which......... happens to be something Sully ALSO is very against). Sully then starts yelling at Hans, telling him to drop the Skull and berating him for getting Alloces to possess her (she also hates Alloces but like. She's always hated Alloces. She really liked Hans. This is a betrayal of literally everything she believes in). The spirit of the skull starts speaking and reveals himself to be Logan Mortem, the original founder of the Order of the Five, and with that name Paul freezes as well. Apparently Paul somehow knows him- and is horrified. Then we fight bc Hans still refuses to drop it: Hans and Alloces versus Sully and Paul. Sully and Paul lose as we both roll very low lol (also Sully was mostly trying to knock the skull out of Hans's hand), and Sully, fuming, injured and panicking, decides to leave. Hans and Alloces have a conversation with the skull where it reveals some of its goals. Alloces apparently knows Logan, and Logan is maybe his dad/creator (????). Hans has been chosen to be the next heir of the Order of the Five apparently. Logan wants to "bring order to chaos". Hans is like. "hm. btw, you're not evil, right?" and Logan is like "........no." Hans is like "seems legit 👍". Paul tries to attack Hans one more time, this time with his moon staff (the artifact we were looking for session 7), but it backfires and hurts him somehow. After Alloces and Hans leave, its revealed that when it backfired, Paul got some of his memories taken from him and forgot what he was doing and where he was. He also leaves for the Shipbuilder's hall.

MEANWHILE. Silen is in the fuckin UHHHH Underdark.

When he's walking down, he hears a thunk behind him and ends up running further in. He keeps going down, and down, and down, until he ends up in the Underdark. Honestly, nothing really happens here except him hearing some Drow or Duergar and realizing that he's in the Underdark, and heading back up the way he came. However, when he comes back up, he hears voices in Common (rather than Undercommon). The group of people hear/see him, and they're wearing colorful robes of some kind and have a huge piece of stone in the shape of a body with them. He's like "haha hiiiii". The people, ofc, ask wtf he's doing here, and with his very poorly made excuses, they decide to take him with them. He tries to escape, and they stop him- and when they use elemental magic to stop him, he finally realizes that their robes look quite similar to Sully's.

They take Silen and the rock with them underwater with water magic, and they go into a cliff face opened to show another tunnel in the earth.

Switching over to Sully's perspective, she decides to head over to the Monastery, for the first time as shown in this campaign (tho I think somewhere she goes there and leaves a note about Ansa after session 6 before session 7 for continuity). The party knows nothing about it other than it existing. Even though she's shaken about the fight, she was planning to go here anyways, and talks to Jenevra, a water-aligned monk, saying she's here about the "Anatheme". Jenevra leads her to a secret passageway she's never been in before, and there, she sees, against all odds- fucking Silen.

Adreyão, the lead figure in the party of monks, says that Silen claims to know Sully. Sully, ofc, confirms it, but asks wtf Silen was up to. He really doesn't have a good reason, but Sully takes it as Silen being Silen (which it is), and she says that they can let him go. But before they do, she explains what happened with the fight, and warns Silen not to trust Hans or Alloces, saying that they've been corrupted and don't have his interests at heart. (Kind of unreliable narrator- Sully is very very biased, close-minded, and is actively working to split the party against the two of them). Silen... kind of believes her, but ofc refuses to acknowledge that Alloces is bad bc bro is head over heals in love (why).

Silen is led out by Jenevra, and Adreyão guides Sully through a ritual of their own. She drinks a mysterious liquid, and is suddenly able to change the stone into orange-tinted quartz, revealing what was inside the rock that they transported- Ansa. Chained and cast in crystal, Ansa is transported into a larger room, where many many others like her sit. Surrounded by countless Anathemes cast in ice or crystal, Sully feels much more calm than before.

For the rest of the session, it's a lot of character interactions as we all try to deal with all the shit which just went down (and PAUL LORE). Unfortunately, Anawrete missed all of it (sorry Blue :((( ) so a lot of it is catching her up as she's like I WAS GONE FOR TWO MINUTES.....

When we take a long rest, some people hear weird rustling and chaos coming from Paul's room, and Sully (+unbeknownst to her, Alloces's shadow) investigate and find papers everywhere and a weird blue stone, which the shadow takes.

Meanwhile, Paul sees Anawrete on his morning walk, and tells her a bit about his moon rod, then about the fight and shit which happened the other day. Then he tells her to go touch the rock up in his room, saying he's "not been quite honest".

All the party starts meeting up and chatting in the common room. Mal is chatting with Anawrete about her new fit, Silen is trying to dissuade Hans from the skull (telling him about it possessing him earlier and saying "abomination") (end of session 6 idk if I mentioned this lol), Sully walks in and tries to talk to Mal, but is distracted by the conversation of what the skull is where Alloces says some ominous shit. It's very tense, but Paul walks in, interrupting the conversation by saying "who wants scoOOOOnes :D" (LMFAO)

We briefly talk about the stone, which Alloces gives up. Apparently Paul is losing his memories and says that we can access them through the stone- but that he doesn't want to be there for it. Sully take the stone, and says she'll do it in a bit, then takes Mal to talk to her. (Honestly even tho it was in character I felt bad about being like NO LORE NOW but I'm glad we saved it for the next session bc it was a long sequence of events lol).

Sully and Mal have a conversation, where Sully first says the same thing she did to Silen- explaining the fight, saying that Hans and Alloces don't have their interests at heart, etc. She says that Mal was correct that Sully was not herself at the time, and thanks her for being there, and also says that... Mal never let her down. But Mal has been slowly getting more panicked as Sully has been talking, and says "but now I've let you down twice now! Because I didn't even realize you were influenced by them!!" and Sully doesn't even know what to say to that. She tries to reassure Mal, but it doesn't really work, and they. AUGH THEMMM PIX I'M SO UNWELL ABOUT THEM...... THEY DON'T KNOW HOW TO COMMUNICATE FOR SHIT..................

Anyways, Silen and Anawrete talk, because she figured out that he was at the smuggler's den (tbh I forget how lol, maybs Alloces said it or just Silen himself). She interrogates him, and although he was VERY scared of her, he somehow doesn't mention that Sully's people were there, but he definitely throws Alloces under the bus. He then immediately runs to Sully and says that Anawrete lives there at the den (???) (she does not. bro was confused and scared out of his mind). Anawrete sees him talking to Sully (who mostly ignores him) and I think guesses that Sully was somehow related to all this.

However, at that moment Paul decides he wants to talk to Sully. They go off on their own, and have a very interesting conversation, where it's revealed that Paul definitely has a (negative) history with Logan and he's on her side. He says a lot of other ominous things ("you might have to become a demon to fight one" and "if I start feeling the effects of the skull, finish me off" are notable), and it's pretty obvious that they're against the skull for different reasons, but that they're on the same team.

Anawrete, with so much new info, goes back to her family complex briefly and talks to her mom about it. Her family has been tracking the Order of the Five and their movements, and found that the remaining troops have been heading up to Nortepont (a northern dwarf city), which is very interesting.

Finally, Alloces and Silen have a hilarious talk where Alloces tries to do a deal with him (favor for crossbow Alloces found in the den bc Silen is a ranger) and Silen's like "sure :D. As long as you take me to lunch again" and Alloces, done with this shit, decides against it.

AND THAT'S SESSION 8! SO MUCH SHIT WENT DOWN !!

But uhhhhh we've gone up to session 9. So. There's still more to talk about, though sadly I do not have the time rn. I will get to it later, and I hope you like this very long update!!!!

(I also got a lot of analyses and theories and art AND a whole ass cipher puzzle thing I gave to my campaign so there's. That too)

Also @blue-rhapsody feel free to add on anything! (Or even summarize session 9 I would be so happy if you did that lol)

#WUHHHHH #soso much #you see why it took me so long lol #anyways #inkyspeaks #inkyanswers #ty for the ask and I hope you like the lore dump that was this session #fate of tirazia

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breathlesslink · 1 year ago

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Chapter Four — Truth

[chapter warnings: cursing, dark past, hints at depression/grief, death topics]

t.o.c ; << | >>

a/n: hi everyone thanks for being so patient w me i know i’m bad at updating regularly idk what my issue is. also this chapter is for sure just a filler to get the reader’s backstory and motivation it’s literally ALL dialogue thank u love u

Pissed was an understatement.

You knew your sleep felt too fulfilling. You felt it in your dreams that you'd been sleeping for too long.

Link had chosen not to wake you for your night shift, opting to sit on a stool next to your bed with a book lying around the stable the entire night.

You felt off, wondering why chirping birds had woken you from your slumber instead of Link, before shooting up in the bed and looking around. It was getting light outside, the clock on one of the support beams of the stable reading "6:20".

Beside you, Link dog-eared the book page and tilted his head innocently. "Are you alright?"

"You!" Your head whipped around to him, "You didn't wake me up!"

"You needed sleep."

"So do you, asshat."

Link shook his head, putting the book down and standing up to stretch. "I slept for 100 years. I'm fully rested still."

You rolled your eyes. "As if."

Still slightly seething, you kicked the blankets off, shivering as the cool air hit your legs. You quickly put your socks and shoes on, grabbing your bag and getting ready to travel. Link was already outside readying the horses, and he handed you an apple for breakfast.

Taz and Epona seemed to follow the trails by heart now, which made it incredibly easy for Link to multitask looking at the paper map. He lifted the sheet up to you, pointing at a specific spot that was marked with an X.

"This mark is supposed to be Zora's Domain." He explains, "It'll probably take a while to get there, especially if we try to just catch stables to rest. Hate to break it to you, but we might be coming upon our first camp."

You groaned, half playfully and half not. Who could blame you, though?

"Goodbye, warm bed." You slumped into Taz's neck, earning a small chuckle from Link. "Are we going to the tower first? To get the actual map on your little gadget?"

"The Sheikah Slate? Yes." Link squinted at the map for a second time. "Before that, though. I want to head back to Impa to talk to her about my memories, so maybe we can take a shortcut through Kakariko to cut down time."

"We'd have to turn back and go down the other trail." You replied.

"It's like, a 10 minute ride back. You'll be fine."

"I'm not complaining!" You gasped, feigning offense. "If anything I'm, uh, rejoicing."

Link quirked an eyebrow. "About what? You can't be that excited to spend more time with me." He teased. The longer you spent with him, the more sassy and talkative he's become. Your only choice is to rival his sarcasm with your own.

"You're gonna make me hurl." You shot back, "In actuality, I want to ask her some things too." Sensing Link's silence as a motion to continue, you did. "She had to have known my parents before my siblings and I got taken. We lived in Kakariko. So maybe she knows something about the night it happened or anything that could lead me to Hiro."

You were silently kicking yourself in the rear for not thinking of it before, when you were originally in Kakariko. If Impa had been the Chief 100 years before your existence, and has been since then, then surely she knew of your family.

Link nodded, not pushing further. He'd figured out by now that your past was something you weren't ready to talk about. You both turned the horses around and headed back up the road, basking in a comfortable silence as you traveled towards the village.

———

Impa spoke to Link first.

You were allowed to stay in the room this time, as Link had told her you were traveling partners. It was interesting to watch from the sidelines as the two spoke of Link's missions— the Divine Beasts, Ganon, regaining his memories.

It all seemed so overwhelming to you, and yet Link stood firm. Ready to give his life again for a country he didn't even remember. You admired him for it.

It made your own mission seem smaller in comparison, so when Impa sent Link out to run errands for her for you to speak alone, you felt like a bug. Just waiting to be squashed under scrutiny. But that insecurity faded quickly as the door shut behind Link and Impa regarded you with a warm, familiar smile.

"It's been quite a long time, hasn't it?"

Relief flooded your system. She remembered you. "Yeah." You let out a breathy laugh, "It has. I, uh, actually have some questions. About that night."

"It seems as if trauma does not discriminate with repressed memories, does it? Whether it be an abduction or a hundred-year-old injury."

Pressing your lips together, you agreed once more. You struggled to make the words come out of your mouth. Too many questions floated through your head, and you couldn't choose which to ask first. As if sensing your unease, Impa spoke again.

"I'm assuming you'd like to know what happened."

You nodded. "It's been so long. Even if I did remember it all, it would be fuzzy."

"You were eleven whenever the Yiga attacked Kakariko. Your brother was eight, and your sister was only two." Impa started from the beginning, her eyes continuously assessing your reaction. "They came in the middle of the night, and lit the town ablaze. The people of Kakariko evacuated and met up at the mouth of the mountain, where the entrance to the town is, and did a headcount. Your entire family was nowhere to be found."

"What happened to my parents?" You were aware of the implications, and figured they had moved on from such a traumatic event in their life. Perhaps they had moved to another village to escape.

Impa averted her eyes, which confirmed the worst for you. "We found their bodies, but we could not find you three. We thought that perhaps the flames burned so hot that you all were gone without a trace, but soon after, a few Sheikah soldiers went undercover at the Yiga hideout for intel. Calamity Ganon is close to being back, so the Yiga have been more active.

We found files pertaining you— they had been watching for years. Waiting for a moment to strike. We wanted to get you out, but the Yiga had you all so heavily guarded. It was nearly impossible. One day, however, another mission went undercover and couldn't find you. That's when we heard of the escape. I figured it was only a matter of time until one of you came home."

You didn't speak for a moment, letting it all sink in. They were actively trying to find you. "Why us? We were just kids."

"100 years ago, before Calamity Ganon's return, your great grandfather was the top researcher of Sheikah technology. He worked alongside the King of Hyrule, Princess Zelda, and myself to prepare for the battle ahead." Impa smiled fondly, as if she was remembering the good times with your ancestor. "For some reason, the Guardians just listened to him. They activated at his touch while dead to everyone else. They were finicky things— still dangerous, even back then. And yet they'd listen to everything your great grandfather did.

The same went for your grandmother, and then your mother. My guess is that the Yiga believed one of you possessed the same gift of controlling such uncontrollable energy that our ancient technology contained. They wanted you on their side, so they could easily control it whenever the time came."

Reeling. That was the only word to describe your mental state.

You'd spent years— captive and free— wondering why. Why such things happened to you, how you played into these little plans that the Goddesses gave you. It almost felt comforting, though, when there was doubt. An idea that the Yiga grabbed you for no reason, or had the wrong people.

"How did you recognize me? It's been eight years."

"You're the mirror image of your father, dear." Impa gestured to the right of her, to a picture on the wall. You cautiously walked towards it, nervous to see whatever the frame held, yet fear was soon replaced with an entire flurry of emotions.

Happiness, nostalgia. Grief.

It was a family of five-- your family. You held Kimi against your hip, smiling a toothy, child-like grin as the baby version of your sister sucked her thumb. Hiro sported his signature pout, the picture taken while he was in the middle of rolling his eyes. Very typical.

What stuck out the most, however, was your parents. Their eyes were shining so brightly, and their smiles matched. Your mom was looking at you and your siblings with absolute adoration. Your father looked at her in the exact same way.

Your heart ached.

They loved you so much. They probably gave their lives protecting you, Hiro, and Kimi until the very end.

"This was taken only days before the incident." Impa explained, "It hangs as a memorial, but I want you to take it. Keep it as your own memorial now, in remembrance of not only your family, but also for your journey."

"My family isn't entirely gone. I found Kimi, just not Hiro."

Impa sighed. "I cannot help you there, but he is out there. An old lady knows it all." There was a twinkle in her eye as she winked. "Another thing. Rely on Link more. He speaks highly of you."

"He does? I haven't done anything, though--"

"100 years ago, Link was regarded as the Silent Knight." Impa all but interrupted you, presumably to keep you away from the route of self-doubt. "He never spoke to anyone. It took the Princess ages to even get a sentence out of him. I know not if it has to do with him simply forgetting who he used to be, or your presence, but he is open. Talkative. Relaxed. I saw him smile for the first time during our talk today, and it was when he was telling a story about you. Link is opening up to you, and it would help your journey so much if you did the same."

You looked back at the picture frame on the wall. At first, you felt so much despair thinking about the family you'd lost. You hadn't even thought about what you gained.

Your family in Gerudo-- Romah, Olu, Ashai, even the newest Chief had made your acquaintance during your stay. Impa. Link.

People were there to support you, even if they weren't your family. They were found, not given, and chose you. Going out of their way to love you.

And as you took the picture out of the frame and folded it into your pocket, thanking Impa for her time, you smiled. A real, genuine smile. The first one in a very long time.

"And don't forget to pull your collar up on the back of your neck!"

#botw link #breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #daruk #fanfic #link x reader #botw link x reader #loz #loz x reader #loz link #loz link x reader #legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #zelda #revali #urbosa #sidon #mipha

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angsty-violet · 1 year ago

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Four times Kinn took care of his brothers

And the one time they took care of him.

Tankhun

Tankhun was savvier than he seemed. It was one of Kinn’s greatest weights that his brother was too broken to take up the position of head of their family. He was intelligent, cunning, and brutal. The kind of man who could lead their family into a new time of prosperity. He was imminently suited to this life. Unfortunately, he was just too broken to lead their family. He didn’t have the ability to be serious constantly anymore.

Kinn still loved his older brother, though. A lot. Which is why he was there, watching as Khun fussed at being forced to choose more guards.

“I have Pete. Isn’t that good enough? I never even leave the house. What does it matter?”

“Because you are still vulnerable. I don’t want anything to happen to you again. If I have to hire a hundred men, I am never letting anything happen to you again.”

Tankhun licked his lips and looked over at the guards that had been gathered. Chan had done a good job with them. Each of them would work well as Khun’s bodyguard. They had the right mixture of skill and laziness. They could defend, but they could also just sit around watching dramas with Tankhun.

Tankhun gestured to Pete to follow him, and he did. The two of them carefully inspected the rows of men, conversing about what they were looking for. Finally, after several minutes, they nodded to each other and returned to Kinn.

“I want Arm and Pol. They will serve under Pete.”

Vegas

Vegas sat silently, staring at the weights and resistance bands he was supposed to be doing his exercises with. They did not get up and start moving on their own and help him rebuild the strength he had lost.

“Aren’t you supposed to be using those?”

Vegas turned to look at Kinn. “Yeah, I am.” He didn’t expand beyond that.

“Are you okay?”

Vegas looked up at him from underneath his eyelashes and shrugged. Kinn, mindless of his expensive suit, sat on the floor next to him and put an arm around him.

“Why aren’t you doing your physio?”

Vegas tried to hold back his tears. “Because it’s hard! Because I’m going to spend all of this time on it, and I won’t even get back to where I was before. Kinn, I will never be the person I was before I was hospitalized.”

“Oh, Vegas. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry that you have to live with this every day. I’m not going to lie and say you’ll be back to what you were before because I don’t know that. All I know is that wherever you get to, it is more than enough. You are more than enough for this family. I want you to do these exercises because you deserve to be healthy, not because you need to be any more than what you already are now.”

“Hia,” Vegas said and wrapped his arms around Kinn.

“I know, I know it’s hard for you. But I know you can do it. And even if you can’t, even if you never do another exercise again, you’ll always be good enough.”

Kim

“Damn it.” Kinn watched as Kim threw the pencil across the room angrily.

“What’s wrong?”

Kim turned and glared, and for a split second, he looked so much like Vegas they could’ve been twins. The narrow faces and that impressive scowl. Kinn raised an eyebrow at him and gestured at the mess of his studio.

“Come on then, tell me.”

“It just doesn’t work. This damn song. I keep trying and trying, but I just can’t seem to figure out how it should go. It’s making me insane. Like when you have a word you can’t quite remember.”

“Do you want a little help with it?”

Kim hesitated and then nodded. “Yeah, will you just listen to it and see if you can pick out where it’s going wrong?”

Kinn nodded and took a seat. Kim started to play, and Kinn listened. It took a few minutes, but “I think your chord changes are wrong.”

Kim frowned, glanced at his music, and then looked down at the spot in particular. He played it through, altering one and then smiled.

“Hey! That sounds so much better.”

Kinn smiled and thought fondly about his own music aspirations. That path had long since closed to him, but he liked being able to help Kim with his music now and then. Kim replayed through the whole piece, smiling when it sounded much better to him.

He grinned, delighted, at Kinn, and Kinn’s heart went so soft. Soon, he’d be a teenager who never needed a bit of help and would be much too cool to talk to him. For now, he was still his little brother.

“Anytime.”

Macau

It was undeniable that Macau was babied. It was inevitable, being the youngest of five. Kim was the closest in age, but even he was three years older. They just couldn’t help themselves, though.

Kinn was definitely the worst for it. Which is why he was staying up late with Macau, watching movies. It was the anniversary of the death of Macau’s mother, and he had asked Kinn to stay up with him. How was Kinn supposed to say no when that sweet little face looked up at him? He couldn’t, so that’s why they were watching romantic movies and lying on the couch together.

“You didn’t want to do this with Vegas?”

Macau shrugged lightly. “I don’t remember a lot about her, but he does. Whenever we talk about her, he gets really sad. So, I do my thing, and he does his. He likes to sit at her graveside alone for a little while with flowers. The one thing I really do remember is that she really loved these kinds of movies. So, I watch them.”

Kinn turned to the screen. He hadn’t known his aunt Milan very well. They had spent very little time over at the main family home. However, what he did remember was that she was a total romantic.

“Okay, kiddo. We can watch as many as you want and stay up as late as you want. I’ll call tomorrow and excuse you from school. We can sleep late and then have a good breakfast. Just you and me.”

“Thanks, hia.”

Kinn

Kinn was falling to pieces. He didn’t want to admit it to anyone, but he was. The work was piling up, and with the tensions with one of the smaller gangs, he was just starting to feel completely incompetent. But he didn’t feel like he could go to any of his brothers with it. He was the head of the household. He should’ve been fine. He took care of anything. So why was he so tired?

He got up from his desk and walked toward his room, thinking about taking a nap before his next meeting. When he opened up the door, instead of the overpowering silence of his rooms, there was the sound of laughter and teasing. Khun, Vegas, Kim and Macau were all sitting in his living room.

“Kinn!” exclaimed Tankhun. He got to his feet and threw his arms around Kinn. Kinn hugged his brother back.

“Is everything okay?”

They all grinned at each other.

“Everything’s fine. We’ve just noticed that you’ve been having a hard time, and we wanted to cheer you up,” Vegas offered from the couch.

Kinn felt his throat close up slightly. “Oh, you guys, that’s so sweet.”

Khun gestured dramatically. “Yeah, so we just knew we had to have the best party in the world. We’ve got snacks and movies. Anything you could want tonight. It’s all about you. You’re going to leave that boring paperwork for later and come and join us.”

Kinn couldn’t think of anything he’d rather be doing.

#kinnporche the series #vegas theerapanyakul #kinn theerapanyakul #tankhun theerapanyakul #macau theerapanyakul #kim theerapanyakul #brotherly bonding #basically fluff with a sprinkling of angst

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yomica12345 · 2 months ago

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When the Light Finds Me: Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Link, Chapter 3 Link

Ao3 Link

Warnings: None that I could find, let me know if otherwise though

Chapter 4: Not a Tagger

“I take it back.” Logan peeked into the hallway where Roman and Patton were waiting, then stepped further into the bathroom with a sigh. “You are going to owe me quite a lot more for having to babysit Roman than having to pretend we are soulmates. All he goes on about are musical’s, Disney, acting and celebrities, I do not know if I will be sane if we keep this up for more than a week.”

Virgil grimaced as he stepped out of a stall, washing his hands. "He can’t be that bad. There’s gotta be something you two have in common."

Logan scoffed, taking the opportunity to wash his own hands. “I doubt it, we are complete opposites to one another, Virgil. He figuratively drains my energy upon the mere sight of him.”

"We’re going to the movies together on Friday. Maybe you two can bond over the film. If nothing else, you’ll have that to talk about next week."

Logan shook his head, drying his hands. "I will try, but spending time with Roman feels like squandering my already limited hours. How are things with Patton?"

“Well…” Virgil pulled a face. “He uses these nicknames that I’m not really a fan of? I mean other than that it’s fine but it feels like he only sees me as an… innocent, harmless angel.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Yes me and I really wish he didn’t, he seems like a really good guy otherwise, but when he calls me his ‘dark, strange son’ or a ‘cute little muffin’ it makes me feel weird.”

"Perhaps that is something you should make him aware of," Logan suggested, his tone thoughtful.

Virgil shot him a look. "Right, and maybe you should tell Roman you’re not interested in his constant stream of theater facts."

Logan’s gaze met Virgil’s. "That would be hypocritical of me, considering my own hyperfixations."

“You mean like space?”

“Astronomy, but yes.”

Virgil smirked. "Then maybe you should try talking about astronomy around him. If he hates it, you can always call me to unload your space facts."

Logan’s lips curved into a faint smile. "I would appreciate that." He stepped out of the bathroom after Virgil.

"Ready to go?" Patton asked with a grin. "Roman says the arcade doesn’t close until ten, but we’ll probably only stay for an hour or two."

Roman was leaning against the wall, eyes sparkling with excitement, already shifting on his feet as if the world were his stage and he was eager for the next act.

Logan took a steadying breath, his voice even. "Yes, let’s proceed."

“This is going to be so much fun with the four of us. We could go as pairs for laser tag!”

Virgil grimaced, sharing a look with Logan. “Remind me why we signed up for this again?”

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself,” Logan murmured.

“We’ll be red!” Roman called, tossing his jacket and wallet into a bin alongside Patton’s things.

Virgil tugged at his shirt, eyeing Roman as he pulled Patton toward the red corner before leading Logan over to the blue one nearby. He exchanged a glance with Logan. “They don’t actually expect us to run around this maze, do they?”

Logan picked up one of the vests by the corner, his nose wrinkling with distaste. “Are these sanitized regularly?”

Virgil sighed, slipping on a vest and a pair of goggles. “Probably not to your standards, but I’m sure they do. Just… don’t think about it.”

Logan’s lips flattened into a thin line. “You’re aware that telling someone not to think about something only makes them think about it more intensely, correct?” He gingerly pulled on the gear, adjusting the bulky goggles over his glasses. “At least they provide adequate eye protection.”

Virgil smirked, tightening the strap on his vest. “You’ll survive, Specs.”

“I may survive but I doubt we will last more than a minute against ten other competitors.”

“All we have to do is not get shot. That shouldn’t be too hard, right?”

Logan straightened his vest with a sigh. “Actually, without a strategy, that is significantly harder to achieve than—”

A buzzer blared, cutting him off. The arena flared to life with pulsing neon lights and rapid footsteps echoing off the maze walls.

Virgil grabbed Logan’s hand, gun ready. “Our strategy is to stick together and shoot on sight.”

Logan nodded, eyes sharp behind his goggles. “I can do that.” He took position to cover their flank as they moved forward.

They crept through the maze, the air thick with anticipation. Virgil ducked at the sound of movement around the corner. He whispered, “Logan—”

A loud beep interrupted him. Logan’s vest went dark.

Virgil's eyes narrowed as he swung around and fired, grinning as the other player’s vest lit up. “See you in a minute, L.”

Logan gave a resigned nod and headed for the exit.

Virgil stayed low, hugging the wall. Another opponent rounded the corner, and he took them out with a quick shot. He paused to listen, then decided to push deeper into the maze. His eyes scanned for any survivors, muscles coiled with tension. He froze when he felt the cold press of a laser gun barrel against his back.

“Any last words, Hot Topic?” Roman’s voice was unmistakable, smug and amused.

Virgil twisted around, his own weapon now aimed right at Roman’s chest. A smirk curled his lips. “You should have shot me when—”

Roman’s eyes widened, flicking past Virgil. “Virgil, look out!”

Without thinking, Roman tackled Virgil to the ground, rolling them both aside. He fired a shot, and another opponent’s vest flared with defeat.

Virgil lay still for a moment, a hand pressed to his chest as he caught his breath. He glared up at Roman, scoffing. “For my competition, you seem awfully determined to keep me in the game, Princey.”

Roman sputtered, his face turning red. “I was just—”

Before he could finish, Virgil yanked him down again, narrowly avoiding a laser blast. With one hand braced against Roman’s side, Virgil fired, the satisfying beep of their opponent’s vest confirming his aim. He grinned, only to realize how close his face was to Roman’s.

Their eyes met. Roman’s breath caught. “You just…”

Virgil’s cheeks flushed. Panic flashed in his eyes, and he reacted on instinct, shooting Roman’s vest.

“Hey!” Roman leaned back, betrayal etched across his face. “What was that for?”

“Sorry, no cross-teaming, remember?”

Roman pouted. “But we’re playing for the same team!”

“Maybe out there. Not here, Red.”

Virgil pushed Roman off with a playful shove, smirking. “I have a game to win, if you’ll—”

A loud beep cut him off. His vest went dark.

The maze lights flashed green, signaling the end of the match. The house lights came up, and the sounds of laughter and groans of defeat filled the air.

Virgil sighed, his smirk softening. “I have to admit, that was actually a little more fun than I thought it’d be.”

Roman grinned, getting to his feet and offering Virgil a hand up. “Next time, we should team up. We’d wipe the floor with these losers.”

Virgil dusted himself off, lips quirking. “We couldn’t just leave Logan and Patton on a team like that. They’d be out in seconds.”

Roman chuckled. “Then we’ll just have to come back another time. Without them.”

The suggestion hung in the air, heavier than Virgil expected. His eyes flickered to Roman’s glowing necklace before he looked away, grateful for the distraction of Logan and Patton approaching. He scoffed, trying to play it off. “Yeah, right. Like that’ll ever happen.”

For a brief second, hurt flashed across Roman’s face. He nodded stiffly, forcing a smile. “Right. Well... this was fun enough anyway. Don’t know if you could keep up with me if we did it again.”

Virgil grimaced, regret bubbling in his chest. “I mean, I—”

Before he could finish, Patton giggled and grabbed Roman’s arm. “That was fan-tag-stic! You were so good, Ro. I thought you were going to win for sure!”

Roman chuckled, the sound thin around the edges. He guided Patton toward the exit, pulling off his goggles and vest. “I was this close, wasn’t I? Next time, I’ll win one for you. Promise, Pat.”

Virgil collected his things, trailing after them, a knot tightening in his stomach. Why did I say that? He could have said literally anything else. Why did it feel like everything was already backfiring on him?

He sighed softly, feeling Logan’s hand slip into his.

“I’m an idiot,” he muttered.

#virgil sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #sander sides fic #sander sides fanfiction #rosettahart writes #prinxiety #logicality #when the light finds me #high school

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dragoncookies · 1 year ago

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ENTP misconceptions

For awhile I honestly thought I was an ENTJ (at first even INTJ but I was goin through a ruff time when I discovered MBTI we'll just put it at that). I can get REALLY ambitious, and then ruthless/strategic with how I go about things in order to see it through. I even bullet journal, and make planners for months in advance just so I can keep track of all my ambitions. Some people would consider me Type A because of how eccentric I can be and how detailed I can get with how I spend my time.

What they don't know is that my poor use of Si causes me to do things like work on projects for four hours straight and watch the hours tick by until its 1 am and, oh no! I have somewhere to be the next morning. This happens multiple times.

I also am a professional at winging it. People would be shocked at how many of the things I do are last minute choices, or put together the night before/the moment of. I mean, I cannot count the number of times I've said (tw death) "guess I'll die" every day.

Cannot forget the fact that during quarantine I would RUTHLESSLY argue about my favorite book characters to strangers online. I wrote pages and absolute essays that would probably get high marks if I fixed them up a little. I was a menace out there.

It was only after actually researching about the cognitive functions did I realize that there was absolutely no way I could have Te. Like, at all. I learned that my constant fantasizing and well of ideas for everything in the world around me was, in fact, a high Ne user trait.

I don't get fomo from missing out at a social event, I get fomo from missing an opportunity to put my creative resources to work to entertain people.

I like to think that I stray more towards the "Jack Skellington' entp type. One might think he's an entj because of how he has this goal in mind and then goes through every little detail to see it through, but what about him getting tired of all the routines in the beginning of the movie and wanting something new (Ne)? And when he finds Christmas town, what does he do? He analyzes the heck out of it, trying to figure out how it works (clear Ti use). So, even though the stereotypes might lead one to believe Jack is an entj, in actuality, he types as an entp.

Heres some IRL examples of how I might not seem ENTP.

For preface, I am an identical twin. I type as an ENTP, meanwhile my twin types as an INFJ (it is a very interesting relationship). Our highschool offered speech and debate. Guess who started taking it first? Not me, the entp. I didn't really know much about it and thought it was just a nerd thing. Then my twin took it and had a ball (I was lowkey was super jealous). Even though my twin is the "humanitarian" feeling type, they made for a terrifying opponent and had no mercy. My twin is also often thought of as way crueler than I am most of the time, where I am described more like a sunflower and they more as a thorny rose. My twin can get so passionate they turn argumentative, and if something doesn't fit the little storyland they build their world around, they argue a lot. So, my parents always said that they should be a lawyer. My twin can get so inside their heard (high Ni) that they act narcissistic and uncaring.

It irks me how one can pay so little attention to the world around them, but you'd think I'd be the cruel narcissistic one, who people say should be a lawyer. Because I am an entp.

Personally? I like writing poetry and going to cafes. I like reading and if I see that either side of argument can be argued for within reason, I won't feel like arguing. So I don't argue as much. The whole reason I didnt take speech and debate at first was just because I thought I wouldn't enjoy arguing for things where both sides could be right (I now know I overlooked the beauty in the argument itself). The Ne/Ti/Fe/Si function stack applies to me completely, just not in the stereotypical way. Its pretty helpful. When I analyze things too much (Ti), I can recognize I am probably a little stressed. I also know that there are places in my life I should have SOME routine/structure just to be a more functional person.

So, when people say "MBTI isn't real/is pointless because people get different results all the time and how can 16 personality types fit everyone its so limiting"

Its not, really. You just have to let the idea cook inside your head and explore yourself and how you think for a little.

#entp #entj #entp personality #entj personality #infj #infj personality #entp thoughts #mbti #mbti personality types #16 personalities

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sullivanjsue · 2 years ago

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Little Howard Phillips Lovecraft lives in Providence, in a gloomy house, with mother and granny. His father is going crazy, and Howard... No, no, wait. That will be tooooo boring.

Ready to mindf*ck for 83 minutes? Go!

And the first film of the trilogy:

Sarah, Howard's mom, doesn't make the best decision when she takes him to an insane asylum to visit his father, Winfield, who screaming in agony of madness, and still haunted by nightmarish leads and bad trips. He alleged traveled through nightmarish worlds and learned something forbidden that corroded his mind. The psychiatrist - Dr. West (not Herbert, but his father), tries to help, but seems to be unsuccessful.

At home, Sarah makes an even worse decision: she gives Lovecraft the diary of Winfield. "Oh, Howard, I'm so worried about you! Here's a notes that made your dad crazy as f*ck, by the way!" And who would have thought!: hell diary takes Howard to Canada other world! All frozen and snowy, no sign of life. He has to find the way home. But the big monster, similar to Cthulhu, attacked on the kid. This scary thing wants to deal with the future writer, but almost falls off a cliff, and Howard saves him. This is Cthulhu Tuthumon, or simply Spot, as the Lovecraft called him, and now they are best friends.

Spot brings Howard to his friends. Don't be fooled like me, these heroes are not deep ones! I don't know what Squidward kids they are. Moderately annoying characters - four orphans, not only take Howard to spend the night, but bring him up to date. His father had previously visited this place, in search of secret knowledge. This could help Howard return, but at the same time, there is a risk of not only going crazy, but awakening the dark lord of Cthulhu, sleeping in R'lyeh. After ominous dreams - the storyline for the following films, in the morning, taking all the risks, the boy and Spot go to the city.

Once green and prosperous, R'lyeh now stands frozen and desolated. But what happened? The new character, queen Algid Bunk, tell about this. At first, she received Howard and Spot not very warmly in her castle, but then softened. And, yes, find the main villain of the film? Found? Good. The children's movie could fool me, but it can't fool you - she's the main villain. Don't think that I'm completely stupid (only half!), but here everyone, except for Howard and Sarah, looks like potential villains. Moreover, all of them (well, except the squid family) are actually villains. This is not a spoiler. If character creepy and/or ugly, he/she is villain. Or if he/she is sexy. The queen's assistant is sexy, and just try to say no: Nyarlathotep is always sexy.

By the way, R'lyeh looks like Bruma from Oblivion. And ghouls live there. Which is logical.

Algid Bunk explains that Howard is part of a prophecy that speaks of saving R'lyeh. A long time ago, everything was awesome in R'lyeh, but everyone relaxed, someone began to worship the dark gods, awakened Cthulhu, and everything turned upside down. Cthulhu was put to sleep again, but failed to restore the glory of the city. (During this story, we are shown a cartoon within a cartoon, so follow the details. I didn’t do this the first time, and then I was in "wow da hell is that" condition). Abdul Alhazred himself wrote about arrival of Howard! He just need to take the second diary from the shoggoth, and Howard himself, as a bonus, will be able to return home.

By the way, about Alhazred - the characters treat to him differently. With fear, respect, disdain. But he certainly was and is. Poet, "not a king" and wizard. And in the future one of the most important figures of the trilogy.

Shoggoth lives deep under the mountain (of madness hehe). His "tekeli-li" will follow you everywhere. Sounds like a sex effender, so you'll be doubly uncomfortable. (And umm I googled the voice actors and shoggoth has Ronald Perlman voice... ups).

Spot stay at the descent, and Howard, confusing a penguin with a shoggot (looks funnier than it sounds), go down into the depths. Shoggoth tries to kill Howard, in parallel, telling that Spot is not Tuthumon at all, and not a friend at all. This is a sleeping Cthulhu and he will definitely wake up. Moreover, Howard, without knowing it, launched a cosmically large mechanism: everything will get f*cked up. The old and dark-dark gods will rise, chaos will begin... Spot comes to the aid of a little friend and almost dies. They are saved by the Elder Sign given by father to Howard. The sign is a medallion that emits light and undermines all the villains. The Shoggoth bursts, the diary is taken, the friends return to queen Algid Bunk.

She, meanwhile, babble with Nyarlathotep. It turns out that there is a plan to please Azathoth (no, not in that sense) but if you want then I won't mind mmmkay, I mean who don’t). But Howard himself might die. Algid Bunk is more optimistic than Nyarlathotep, believing that the boy will manage and later we will understand why. And we also find out that these two have been hanging around here for centuries. This is also important for history. In general, you know, I don’t like to scatter unnecessary words. That is why I am joke about a shoggoth-sex-efender in a review of a children's cartoon.

Well. Little Lovecraft brings the diary to Algid Bunk. And the veil of secrecy has fallen! She is not the queen Algid Bunk, but Abdul Alhazred! And Abdul actually a woman, which no one guesses abought. Cool stuff!

A fight ensues: Algid Bunk (already Abdul) with nightgaunts and ghouls against Howard, Spot and the squid family that came to the rescue. It was possible to win again thanks to the sign of the ancients, frying everyone like grilled sausages. The power of friendship also helps: Spot resists Abdul's spells and doesn't wake up like Cthulhu. The villains are defeated. Abdul, crawling along the walls, escapes. What did she want? Reign in all realms and dimensions. What did she get? She was p*ssed off by a seven year old and seafood.

The portal to home is open! The path is clear! Little Howard says goodbye, but promises someday to return to a city R'lyeh, free from Abdul Alhazred. Now Lovecraft have maaaany friends.

Returning one of diaries to Winfield, Lovecraft gives him a little joy. Psychiatrist West reports that Wilbert is getting better. And also makes it clear that there will be a sequel. Well, well, well…

I would say that the film has more flaws, which the next two films highlight. And as an independent, and together with them - it is not very good from the technical side. There are stretched scenes just for the sake of timing. They can cause a slight cringe, but for children they will do just -fine-. The background is empty and lifeless, and it’s striking. Dialogue sometimes sounds like the characters are not following each other's speech, and many conversations are needed for the same purpose - to stretch the time. And if Lovecraft really saw people and the world like that - oh my God, I can understand his "misontropy". By the third film, you get used to it (no!!!), but the first minutes of the film... they are all scary as sh*t. Except for Sarah, she is like an angel. Little Howard is incredibly cute, sweet boy! Design 10 of 5 Tuthumons. But the designs of the rest of the characters are also cool, here creators tried to come up with an original and good taste. They just... mhhh...

The characters themselves are all surprisingly likable. Even those who are supposed to annoy are not annoying. The main characters evoke empathy and interest, the main villain... Algid Bunk is simply awesome! In this interpretation, Abdul Alhazred is a woman, which pleasantly struck me. She's registered. The design of her two forms is cool, especially the "real" form. And try to argue with me! Do I want this figurine? Let me get my credit card. Will she come to me in nightmares? Oh yeah! But I will let her do with me whatever she wants (and in the following parts I will greatly regret these words, but everything has its time).

By the way, disclaimer, I'm not judging low budget movies for bad animation and stuff like that. These are not Disney movies, so "I knew what I would watch." This is purely for information.

There are jokes that I really laughed at, like the one where Lovecraft calls a penguin from the Necronomicon The diaries are an unfinished Necronomicon (the diaries are an unfinished Necronomicon, didn't I say? well now i said) and it actually appears.

The story won't be boring. You will be carried away for this hour and twenty minutes, whether you are a child or an adult. It is better to know the world of Lovecraft in advance in order to better understand what is happening, but even without this you are able to penetrate and enjoy the chthonic madness, friendship and popular interpretation of the writer's life - he described what he himself experienced.

I give the first film of the trilogy 5.5/10 Tuthumons.

#lovecraft #lovecraftian #movie review #hpl shitposting

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lsd-astronaut · 3 years ago

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Say My Name Louder (NSFW)

Pairing: Roger Waters x F!Reader

Request: okay uhm- angry studio sex with roger but not in the super dominant aggressive kinda way more just very passionate and all that bc stress :D (...there may or may not also "accidentally" be a leftover voice-recording of the happenings that rog keeps bc why not??)

Lately, life has not gone pretty easy on you. However, your fiancé Roger has taken the worst of it. According to him, nothing is going as planned: the melodies are not good enough, the timing is fucked up and the volume is all wrong!

The rest of the band soon enough get tired of him and ask beg you to come to the studio to see if Roger calms even the tiniest bit down. You mentally disagree but anything is better than staying home alone with absolutely no entertainment other than books or the TV showing the same movies over and over again even though it’s considered the “premiere of the week”.

So that’s how you find yourself sitting in the worn out couch looking boredly at the studio window and at the four men trying to make some music. You sigh and decide to stand up to get a glass of water from the studio cafeteria. Sipping the cold water, you look at your empty surroundings trying to spend enough time until you force yourself to go back to the recording room.

As you throw the paper cup in the trash can, the cafeteria door opens and a really disgruntled David appears, walking straight at the vending machine. You look at him a bit surprised as he pushes some buttons and a chocolate bar clatters down and he bends down to grab it. When he straightens up and turns around, a string of curse words leave his lips at your sight.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N! Don’t stand in silence like that. You almost gave me a heart attack!”

You look apologetically at him. “Sorry.” Suddenly, you furrow your eyebrows. “Are you guys already done?”

“Yep, seems like today was not a great day for inspiration. Rick and Nick left like 5 minutes ago but I was a bit hungry. Roger is still in the recording room I think, he’s probably tidying up his stuff.”

You nod with a smile and after wishing a good evening to David, you make your way to the recording studio.

When you arrive, you notice that the room is pretty dark. For a moment, you think that Roger has left without you but that soon is disproven when you notice his hunched figure. As you get closer, you notice that he’s writing some notes on his notebook.

Your hand reaches for his shoulder and you whisper his name. “Roger, what are you writing in the dark? You’re gonna hurt your eyesight like that.”

He grunts and tries to ignore you, returning to scribbling furiously against the paper. However, you sigh and take his pen from his hand. Before he can say any word, you harden your face.

“It’s not going to become a better song just because you exhaust and stress yourself. You know that, Roger.”

Roger snorts and looks at you with his green eyes. “How could you even understand?” He’s actively trying to hurt you but you know him too well. This is his defense mechanism; it doesn’t affect you anymore.

“I do.” You reach your hands to hold his face and he doesn’t pull away, something you take as a good sign to continue. “You always come back home pale like a ghost and you don’t even eat or sleep. Inspiration only comes to us when we less expect it but your mind and body have to be well rested. Okay?”

Roger nods and looks at you with a really tired expression in his face. “Can I kiss you?” His voice is tiny but you smile gently. “Of course you can.”

He leans down and captures your lips in a beautiful kiss. It will never fail to surprise you just how every kiss from Roger will be a completely new experience. This one is an outpour of love and passion, and something more.

You tangle your hands in his dark locks and tug them softly, making him moan softly in your mouth. It makes you smile and he taps your lips with his tongue, you gladly giving him permission. He takes the lead and as he keeps kissing you, he effortlessly lifts you and sits you on top of a table.

When you pull away for a much needed breath of air, he starts to kiss and nibble along your jaw, sucking and biting your skin. He then lifts his head and leans to your ear. “I’d eat you out in any other occasion but I’m impatient to fill you up. Is that okay?”

You squirm as heat pools between your thighs when you hear his dirty words.

“Please, Roger…” you stutter.

Roger smirks with a knowing smile and starts stroking your left thigh with a ringed finger. “Please, what? Use your words, sweetheart. Let me know what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

You swallow hard and look away, embarrassed. “I want…”

Fingers are wrapped around your chin and your head is lifted to look at your dark haired fiancé. “What was that? I’m afraid I didn’t hear you.”

Your cheeks warm, you manage to sputter out “I want you so badly, Roger. Please, fill me up.”

Roger pecks your lips and smiles. “Well then, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

With his skilled hands, he lifts your skirt and hooks his fingers on the hem of your laced panties, sliding them down your legs until they disappear on the studio floor. You look down and see the tent in his jeans. You try to reach and touch it but Roger grabs your wrist. “No touching, love.”

“But I want you to destress.” You whine.

“There is nothing that destresses me more than knowing I’m making you happy.”

“Softie.” You giggle and lean forward to kiss him again.

Roger pulls away after some seconds and unbuckles his belt letting his pants and his boxers slide down. He looks at you quietly waiting for your permission. You immediately nod and he slowly slides in, hitting your sweet spot in the first try. You arch your back and moan his name.

“Say my name louder.” He hoarsely says as he keeps thrusting into you, his pace even. When you look at him, you notice his eyes have darkened considerably.

“Roger, please go faster.” You moan as tears start brimming in your eyes from all the pleasure.

“As you wish, darling.” His pace quickens and you grab onto the edge of the table, your knuckles whitening from all the effort.

“I’m close, Rog…” you mutter after some minutes.

“Let go, Y/N.” He orders you. You do as he said and cum with a scream and your toes curling in all the utter pleasure you’re feeling.

As Roger feels your core tightening around him, he can’t control himself anymore and cums as a white haze washes all over him.

After some moments in which you two are panting and trying to recover, he pulls out and puts on his pants again. He hands you your panties and strokes your cheek. “Are you alright? I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

You shake your head and smile at him. “I hope you’re feeling better than before.”

Roger smiles and nods. “Like a new man.” He suddenly yawns. “And ready to sleep for 12 hours straight.”

You laugh and try to stand up, your legs feeling a bit wobbly but nothing too bad. “Let me go to the bathroom and then we can go home, eat dinner and sleep.”

As Roger walks to open the door, you furrow your eyebrows. “Roger?”

“Hm?” He turns around questioning.

“Is a red light supposed to show there?”

“What do you mean-” Roger walks over to the machine you’re pointing and he widens his eyes suddenly. “Oh, fuck.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Someone left the tapes running and it recorded everything that has happened in this room.”

Your face immediately pales down. “Are you kidding?!”

“We have to bring this home so no one can ever know this happened. Wouldn’t want to traumatise them.”

You nod but you look at Roger confused. “What are you planning to do with these?”

At that, Roger smiles. “I’ll keep it for myself. Special purposes, y’know?”

I wrote this while listening to Tchaikovsky lmao so let’s hope you like it

#pink floyd #pink floyd x reader #pink floyd imagines #classic rock #classic rock x reader #classic rock imagines #roger waters #roger waters x reader #roger waters imagine

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kpostedsum · 4 years ago

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high | d.m

summary: you find an unhealthy way of coping after draco cheats on you

warnings: drug use (marijuana) angsty¿, cheating, illusions to sex

song: habits - tove lo

a/n: this fic isn’t meant to romanticize drug use in any way. i also know nothing abt weed so LOL and very rushed & not edited

masterlist | taglist

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sexclubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

you had a few minutes left of your charms class which was your last class before the weekend. you wanted nothing more than to get out of here and cuddle up with your boyfriend— who was enjoying his free period right now.

draco was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for, the frequent dates, gifts, and attention— it was more than you could wish for.

“you’re excused. you essays are due at the beginning of next week” snapes monotone voice dragged on as you quickly packed up your things and made your way to the slytherin common room.

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Days get kinda lonely

entering the slytherin common room your eyes immediately searched for a certain blond boy, yet he was nowhere to be found. you made your way to the boys dorms in hopes of finding him there but you’re quickly interrupted by two familiar voices.

“why hello y/n, marvellous weather we’re having today aren’t we?” theo asked looking towards the ceiling and smiling as if he were outside, blaise blocking your path as he did so.

“i’m not sure what weather you’re talking about since we’re inside but i am okay thank you” you responded with a chuckle, trying to make your way past blaise.

“wait y/n” he stopped you. “can i borrow the astronomy notes? i would ask luna but i can’t find her anywhere” blaise continued.

they both seemed awfully on edge and anxious, you figured it was just quidditch nerves getting to them since there was an upcoming game this week.

“i have yet to finish my astronomy notes, but i did see luna in the great hall if you want her notes. now if you’d excuse me i’d like to see draco” you said trying to push past the two boys who still wouldn’t let you through.

“forget malfoy! let’s do something instead, we’re so much more fun than him, right blaise?” theo said giving blaise a pointed look as he threw his arm around your shoulder.

“right you are nott, let’s go!” blaise continued also throwing his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the boys dorm.

“what? no, i have plans with draco. now excuse me” you said pushing them both off and heading towards dracos door.

as you get closer to his door you can hear heavy breathing, pants and skin slapping on skin. you’re confused, you figured draco would be taking a nap or running over drills for quidditch practice. the closer you get, the louder the noises become.

“pans, you feel so good”

you recognize that voice anywhere.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

quickly you turned your head towards blaise and theo who had their heads lowered in shame, refusing to meet your gaze. “is this some kind of sick joke, are you guys pulling a prank or something because this isn’t funny” you said seriously not wanting to believe what you’re hearing from inside of your boyfriends dorm.

“we’re sorry, we tried to convince him not too but he wouldn’t listen” theo muttered silently.

it felt like your world was breaking apart slowly. just not too long ago you were excited to spend a weekend with your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, the same boyfriend who you’ve been dating for years, the same boyfriend who gets jealous about how much time you spend with his mum rather than him.

with shaky fingers you put your hand on the door knob and quickly pushed the door open, already preparing for the worst.

there he was, wrapped up with parkinson in the same bed you two shared not even twenty-four hours ago. her body straddling his naked, just like yours was doing the night before. you stood there frozen, mouth agape— not even knowing what to do with yourself.

“baby, i can explain, just please— y/n please don’t leave” draco said pushing pansy off of him, shuffling on his pants and reaching out towards you.

“dont touch me, malfoy!” you yelled and everyone froze. “you lost the right to touch me the minute you even thought of touching her” you continued sending both him and pansy a glare with tears threatening to slip from your eyes.

“darling please, i can explain—”

“no draco, we’re done just leave me alone, please” your voice cracking at the end as you pushed past blaise and theo rushing towards the girls dormitory.

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

it’s been days since you last left your room, days since you last saw draco. daphne would come by and check on you but you’d always dismiss her, wanting to be alone. regret is one word to describe how you’ve been feeling— you gave him everything and he threw it away so carelessly for a quick hook up.

you missed waking up against his smooth skin in his embrace, tracing the lines and scars across his porcelain skin as you waited for him to wake up, the way he’d try to kiss you in the morning without brushing his teeth and you wouldn’t let him because of morning breath— but he’d still do it anyways.

you missed him, but he didn’t want you anymore.

maybe it was something you’ve done, you’ve been quite busy with work recently so you haven’t been spending as much time with him as normal. he was probably lonely and trying to seek the attention you lacked to give him.

getting up, you stared at yourself in the mirror picking yourself apart. you were pretty, it was a well known fact around hogwarts, maybe he thought she was prettier. she was the life of the party and always up for some mischief whereas you preferred to do stuff in silence and would rather be with a small group of people. maybe he liked how exciting she was in comparison to you, she probably brought a spark of excitement to his life that you couldn’t.

dreading to feel something you quickly showered and got ready to leave your room hoping to run into a specific set of twins.

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my daytime

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

I'll make it fast and greasy

I'm on my way to easy

“well what can we do for you today” fred said to you with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.

“do you have any muggle herb left?” you asked in a low voice making sure no one heard you.

“maybe we do, maybe we don’t” george said. “how much are you offering in exchange though” he continued.

“ten galleons for three ounces, is that enough” you said pulling the galleons out of your pockets and placing them in george’s palm.

“it was a pleasure doing business with you” they said in unison as fred placed the tiny baggie in your pocket so no one would see.

once you returned to your dormitory you quickly pulled out the pre-rolled muggle herb, lit it and let yourself forget.

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

you started showing up to class late with red tired eyes, not caring about the looks you got. at this point every one knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

the muggle herb brought you a sense of bliss and freedom, a new feeling you haven’t felt before but something that you now craved.

“are you high right now?” draco said as he sat himself in the seat beside you.

“since when do you care about what i’m doing” you said sharply, not wanting to talk with him.

“love, you don’t smoke. who gave that stuff to you, i’ll kill them—”

“no you won’t.” you said turning towards him. “you won’t do any of that because you don’t own me and i’m not your girlfriend anymore. so mind your business malfoy, i’m sure parkinson’s waiting for you”

the rest of the class you both sat in silence working on potions that draco did most of since you weren’t in the correct mind state and he wasn’t willing to let his mark falter over your slip up.

you find it amazing how even when you’re on drugs he still looks amazing. the way his nose curves perfectly with a slight bump, and the way his hands move with caution as he pours the potion into the waste bucket.

“look, i’m sorry for what happened with pansy. it didn’t mean anything i swear, i don’t know why i did it but i regret it with my life” draco said breaking your thoughts, he looked older than normal and had dark circles underneath his under eyes. you wondered why he looked so distraught when he wasn’t the one who got cheated on.

“a sorry isn’t going to fix this draco” you told him. he knew you were right but he didn’t want to admit it. he hadn’t talked to pansy since the day you walked in on them, the guilt has been eating him up inside. he stayed silent and didn’t bother respond to you, he knew anything he said would have made the situation worst than it already is— but how he wished you were still his sweet y/n.

“now if you excuse me, i have some fun to attend too” you said leaving him alone as you made your way back to your dorm.

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun, it got no end

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

over the last few weeks, you couldn’t remember the last time you were sober. you started skipping classes to smoke and avoiding your friends so they’d stop questioning your habits.

you were forgetting and that’s all that mattered, you didn’t care how it was affecting your health— it made you feel better. sometimes you wished there was another way, another way to forget how he held you at night pressing soft kisses to your skin, another way to forget the way he took pansy the same way he took you. you wonder if he feels as sorry as he looks, he’s the one who cheated so he can’t possibly care that much.

you hear two knocks at your door which quickly break you from your state making you more attentive, cleaning yourself up and opening the door. there stood draco— his eyes red as well, like hes been crying.

“y/n listen, i know what i did was wrong and that i tried to pretend it wasn’t me but please. i didn’t mean too, you mean the world to me. i miss you so much love.” he pleaded with you.

“y’know draco, i miss you too” you admitted. “but i’ve found a way to forget about you, maybe you should do the same”.

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

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maximoffslilwitchintraining · 3 years ago

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At least you used your time well.

Part 6 of the ‘mommy… I mean Wanda’ series.

Read: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

A/N: Thought I’d get this out before Christmas, since this is supposed to be playing out during Christmas. I wrote this in several pieces so it feels bit pieced together, to me at least. Either way, I hope you like it. And as usual requests are welcome and appreciated. 🖤

Warnings: swearing, oral(r giving), mommy kink, fluff

Word count: 3k

Summary: You’re spending Christmas with Nat and Wanda and absolutely nothing goes as expected.

Christmas. It was your favourite holiday, even if the day itself had lost it’s magic to you, there was still something special about everything leading up to it. The tree, the decorations, the food, the snow and you did enjoy gifts. This Christmas was different though, you didn’t have time to think of any of the usual Christmas activities, your mind was occupied by one thing only, or two to be more precise.

As happy as you were, you had quite a stressful day ahead of you. You had put yourself in a very complicated situation when you agreed to spend Christmas at Wanda and Natashas house, while still having to attend the Christmas party your parents were throwing. You had paced around your old room four a good hour, after coming home from your day spent with the pair. You had gone through every possibility and excuse of how to pull this off. For a bit you thought you’d just go between the two, but realizing that sounds like the plot of at least 5 Christmas movies, you realized it would be a disaster. Even if it wasn’t, you weren’t willing to give up your time with them, not even minutes would you waste, on dull conversations with strangers. So you decided you’d have to bail, you needed a good excuse though. Last night you had told your parents a very elaborate lie, about how you were needed back on campus. Something about a project that had gone wrong and it was vital for yours and several other students' grades. It sounded like absolute bullshit, but the sad face you pulled, along with your slightly stressed tone, seemed to be enough proof. Your lies were always stupid, but at least you were a pretty good actress. Even letting a tear out as you got pulled into a hug by your mother, as she assured you that it was okay that you left. You had packed that night, placed the gifts under the tree and promised you’d try to make it back as soon as you could. You only brought some clothes and the essentials. Now in the morning you were wondering whether Nat and Wanda would approve of your stunt. Considering Wanda's reaction the other day, you really didn’t want to cross her again.

You hugged your mother and got a wave from your father from across the room, before walking out the door. Now, you had told them Yelena was picking you up, but you didn’t want to bother her with your plan, especially on Christmas. Even if she most certainly would have found it all very amusing. She had told you she was spending Christmas with a family member, so you figured she’d be far away anyways.

After making sure your parents weren’t watching, you made your way over to their house, knocking softly on the door. You weren’t supposed to show up this early, but you had no choice. You hoped that they wouldn’t mind if you helped out. Wanda was running around the house trying to get it all in order, and Nat was nowhere to be found. Apparently some extra work had turned up last minute and so she was in her office trying to get it all sorted out in time. You hadn’t bothered telling either about how you got out of christmas with your parents or why you were so early, they both seemed stressed enough as it was.

“Dear, would you hand me that, please.” Wanda spoke softly pointing to the matches that lay on the counter in front of you. You grab the box and place it in her hand, giving her cheek a kiss.

“Can I help more?” You ask, not enjoying seeing her so stressed.

“Oh, would you? It’s so much to do and I didn’t want you to have to do anything dekta, but Nat is busy and we are having guests and I want this to be good for you-” You grab her shoulders and pull her into a hug. You frown slightly at the idea of guests, but realise this isn’t the time to complain.

“I’ll help with whatever you need.” You squeeze her.

You’re left alone hanging lights and watching over the food in the oven, as Wanda made a short trip to the market. You strolled around bored exploring the house. You enjoy it very much, you just enjoyed their company more. Getting bored as time dragged on and Wanda remained gone, you carefully entered Nat’s office. She smiled and let you walk around, for a bit. You hadn’t been in here before so you had quite a bit to look at. Growing bored once again, you start talking to her and end up distracting, so she tells you to stay quite

“Can you do that for me? Be a good girl and let me work just a little more?”

You agree and try your hardest, but after a while you just have to get her attention.

“Nat?” You say now by her desk.

“What do you want?” She responds, her tone is annoyed and you feel it hit you in the gut.

“Umm you?” You almost regret entering the office now. You felt tears threaten to spill and you cursed yourself for being so easily upset.

“I’m sorry darling. I didn’t mean to take that tone with you, I just have a lot on my mind.” She softens, sighing as she looks up from her work. You walked a little closer as she watched your careful steps. Her eyes drifted down to your chest momentarily. You had worn a low cut shirt for exactly this reason, hoping one of the two would notice. She looked back up as you turned the office chair around, making her face you.

“Would you let me take your mind off whatever is stressing you?” You spoke softly. Your eyes wander over Nat. She smiled, an apology forming on her face as she was just about to tell you how she didn’t have time. But no words came out, when she watched you get on your knees in front of her, your palms resting on her thighs.

“Please mommy?” Her eyes widen at your words and her soft smile is long gone. She stays silent just watching you. You raise an eyebrow at her, squeezing her thigh to get her out of her thoughts. She looks you in the eyes once again and gives you a nod. With her approval you move to unbutton her trousers. She lifts her hips helping you pull them down along with her underwear. She strokes your cheek, opening her legs wider for you. At the sight you feel heat rise to your cheeks. You never fully got used to seeing her like this.

“Did you get shy all of a sudden, kitten?” She lifts your chin. The way she looked down at you only made you blush more.

“You want to taste mommy right? To be a good kitten and help her relax?” She stroked your lips with her thumb and you nod against her hand.

“Good girl.” She removed her hand making you miss her touch. You stroked her thighs, leaning in slowly. Seemingly too slow, as Natasha grabs the back of your head guiding you between her legs.

“I’m sorry kitten, Mommy just really needs to feel your- Oh...” Her last word failed as you started to lick at her folds, quickly moving for her clit and sucking.

Soon enough the room was filled with loud moans and panting along with occasional praise.

“You’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good! Fuck, don’t stop!” Each word spurred you on, letting your tongue explore inside her.

“Oh, yes, don't stop kitten. It’s not like you were supposed to watch the oven or anything?” Wanda's voice interrupted from the now open door. You looked up in panic now remembering the oven. You were ready to apologize, but Natasha pulled you back.

“I told you not to stop.” Her thighs, so tight around your head that you couldn’t move even if you wanted, her orgasm clearly close.

“I was talking to her.” Wanda walked closer to you both. Having no ability to partake in the conversation you simply kept eating her out, grabbing her ass, to help yourself push further into her, making Natasha moan.

“Anything… burn down?” She asks, breathing heavily.

“No.” Wanda huffs. “But-“She’s cut off.

“Then it can wait… Oh… shit!” Natasha grabbed on to the desk as she came undone on your tongue. You slowed your licks until she stopped shaking, finally loosening her grip. Letting you take a much needed breath of air.

“Thank you baby.” Natasha breathed out, looking down at you with tired eyes, stil sat between her thighs, her wetness dripping off your chin. You respond with a couple soft kisses to her thigh and knee as you move away slightly. You sit back on the hard floor, needing to get off your knees. Wanda stood over you placing a kiss on Natashas lips. She crouches down, cupping your face.

“What a forgetful little kitten we have.” She shakes her head, smirking up at Natasha.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice is barely there and slightly shaky. Tired from your previous activity.

“It’s okay, baby. At least you used your time well.” She leaned in kissing your swollen lips. Her kisses turned hungry as she tasted her wife on your lips. Pulling you close as she sucks on your lips. Natasha watched you both in awe, as she got dressed.

“God. We’re gonna have to get back to this later.” She pulled back, squeezing your chin and you nod eagerly, making both women laugh.

“Dear god, baby your such a mess. You’ll need to get yourself cleaned up before our guest arrives.” She wipes some of the wetness of your cheek.

“You’ll have to clean your face too now, mommy.” You observe the glistening around her mouth, making you want to kiss her more. She chuckles watching your hungry eyes.

“Oh I don’t know, I quite enjoy seeing you both like this.” Nat smirked, admiring the scene in front of her.

…………………………………………………………

The door shut and you heard Natasha greeting your guest, as they made their way back. Before you know it Nat was standing there next to an all too familiar blonde, who’s eyes grew big at the sight of you with wanda's arms wrapped around your waist, as you decorated the table.

“Y/n?!” Yelena watched you in confusion as you removed yourself from Wanda. “Don’t tell me this is the couple you mentioned.” Her mouth hung wide open as she started to realize the situation. You were at a loss for words, simply walking over to give your best friend a hug.

“What are you doing here?” You looked over to Natasha.

“This is my sister, y/n.” Natasha watched you both in confusion. “How do you know each other?” Her brows furrowed as Yelena simply laughed, making her way further into the house, greeting Wanda. Natasha looks at you intensely, demanding an answer. Some part of you were curious about what Natasha was thinking, but you don’t dare leave her hanging right now.

“We go to the same university, we are sort of best friends.” You say watching her reaction, carefully.

“Sort of?” Yelena gives you a look. “You wouldn’t survive without me. Who else will drag you out of bed when you're all sad and moping around, cause you miss these two.” Yelena was nothing but amused, watching Natasha squirm in place. You glared at her and thankfully that was enough, to stop her from elaborating.

“Well I suppose I don’t have to worry about you liking my family at least.” Natasha attempts a joke, but was clearly still not over the whole thing.

You had sat down to eat the food Wanda had cooked. At first that was the only topic you could talk about, awkward tension falling over the table. Wanda tried to keep the conversation light, as you sat and simply watched Nat and Yelena give each other looks, trying to understand what they were feeling.

“Now I wish I hadn’t asked for more details.” Yelena started, clearly joking but with real disgust on her face. Both Wanda and Nat’s eyes widened as they stared at you in disbelief. They were both aware of how freely you spoke when intoxicated, so god knows how much Yelena had heard. Wanda and you chuckle, shaking her head, as you hide your face in your hands. Yelena joins in laughing when you all noticed how red Natasha had gotten. Nat slapped your arm and It hurt, but in the end it only made you laugh more.

“Wanda’s right, you really shouldn’t drink.” Nat glared at you.

“Come on sestra, I already have this image stuck in my brain, of you and my best friend. You can’t take away our shot-nights too. I won’t survive.” Yelena begged, putting on a smile at the last words. Natasha just huffed and shot her a look.

“You better keep whatever information you learned to yourself.” She grumbles, pushing her food around her plate.

“Oh, no. You think I won’t hold this over your head? I’m never letting this go.” She wore a giant grin enjoying this power and how mad it made Natasha.

“You aren’t going to say a word, or I’ll soon be breaking that dumb grin on your face.” Natasha’s eyes were hard as she leaned forward in an attempt to intimidate. You looked over to Wanda with wide eyes blinking and she held a similar look on hers.

“They’re always like this.” She spoke calmly, you smiled at the words, but wondered why the other two seemed not to have caught it. She often did things like that. Made you feel as though you were the only one hearing her little whispers to you, despite it all making no sense. She gave you a small wink, pulling you out of your thoughts. She smiled her comforting smile, that told you it was fine and to just sit back. The other two were still staring each other down, until a small smile appeared on your friends face.

“Okay, I won’t.” Yelena spoke calmly as you all watched her with suspicion. Nat nods, still not trusting her sister's quick defeat.

“Natasha, could you pass the salt?” Yelena gives her a nonchalant look, before looking at you. You weren’t sure what to make out of it. Nat scans her as if she was watching a horror movie and preparing for the upcoming jump scare.

“Please?” Yelena gives her a funny look as if Nat’s reaction was completely crazy.

“Oh I’m sorry..” She sits up properly rolling her eyes, smacking her own forehead. “I should say please… mommy?” Her voice cracked at the last word not being able to keep her laughter in. You choked on your food at her words, as Yelena bolted from the table, Nat close after. You definitely did not remember sharing that detail with Yelena. You looked up, scared for Wanda’s reaction. She simply sat chuckling, the shock clear on her face, with her head resting in her hands. You were about to apologize when you heard a loud thud from upstairs. It made you jump slightly and Wanda's hand found yours.

“Should we stop them?” You ask, watching the stairs.

“Oh no honey, you don’t wanna get in between those two.” She laughed and squeezed your hand. “They’ll come back when one of them gives up.”

“But they are both too stubborn for that.” You looked at Wanda who just nodded. Another loud bang was heard and this time Wanda’s brows furrowed.

“Ugh, baby would you start cleaning up?” You nodded as she got up. “You two better not break anything! I am not having a reprise of Yelena’s 21st!” She shouted up the stairs, getting nothing back. “Took fucking months to fix the hole in the roof.” She grumbled to herself walking back over to you.

“How umm..” She walked past you to the table. “They broke the roof?” You followed her. She shook her head, grabbing the last plates.

“And so much more…” She sighed. You stared at her in disbelief, before Wanda came to your side, chuckling at your facial expression.

“It’s okay, honey. I knew what I married into. You get used to them.” She watched you carefully. “Are you okay baby?” She asked with a smile, watching as you took it all in.

“Yes. Don’t worry, I think I can get used to it too.” Your smile disappears as you contemplate. You hadn’t really thought about where things were heading with the two, but the words Wanda just said, it made you think, maybe you were more to them than something temporary.

“If you want me around for that long, I mean-“ she cut you off with a kiss.

“Of course we do. We are not letting you go for as long as you want us.” She whispers, pulling you closer.

“Well then I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.” Her smile grew at your words.

“Lucky us.” She whispers and leans into kiss you, but Nat walked into the kitchen, interrupting you both. She wore a big grin on her face only slightly out of breath. That and the absence of the blonde made it quite clear who had won.

“Where’s Yelena?” Wanda asked as the redhead got herself a glass of water.

“She won’t be a problem anymore.” Natasha stated.

“So you killed her.” You deadpan. Making wanda giggle.

“She tried at least.” Yelena walked a little funny, clearly in some pain as she sat down. Natasha watched her, proud of her work.

“Hmm. y/n would you mind being a good girl and get me some water.” She chuckled, causing her to groan in pain, grabbing her chest and glaring at Nat’s smug face.

“Still worth it.” Yelena, smirks.

Part 7

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