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fightaers · 11 months ago
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❛⠀... an appointment ? ❜ she questions, her voice comes out more wary than she intends it to be.
behind the closed door of her office, sakura can hear the bustling of the hospital at work. they aren't too terribly busy these days, with shinobis having sent out mainly as diplomatic messengers or relief effort than a deployment for active combat since the last of the war fizzles out, and sasuke's trial, though long and tedious, takes precedent. sakura had taken the moment of what she considers to be downtime to catch up on any paperwork and research material she'd missed when the knock on the door came, and sasuke slipped inside.
sasuke-kun, she thinks around the large lump in her throat, still quite in disbelief that he's here. in person. alive, and roaming the konoha streets like he hadn't abandoned it for years. like he wasn't wanted, only a month ago, and were securely on his path to be everyone's mortal enemy. sakura feels trepidation crawls up her spine, her wariness growing sharp in his presence, but that's ridiculous, she chides herself. after all, this is ... this is sasuke-kun, and naruto's brought him back, and everything was going to be okay again. soon. one day. she's sure of it.
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❛⠀right. to check your arm, right ? ❜ she finally snaps herself from the trance, swallowing cautiously before she stands, memories of her threatening sasuke and naruto a few weeks ago to come to her for the two-week check-up on the new arm returning to her like flood after a dam's been broken. growing a new limb, while miraculously, is still not often in the medical world. of course it's vital that she checks its strength and function, and whether it works perfectly at all. sakura gestures to the cot clinically. ❛⠀i'm surprised you didn't bring naruto along. remind him to visit me when you see the idiot, won't you ? ❜
normal, like they've been a normal genin team their whole lives. like he hadn't once tried to kill her, as she had tried to kill him.
@hatredcurse ♡ starter call !
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powerpolyculeshowdown · 8 months ago
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listen im just gonna say if anyone else has an issue with megthanzag just vote against them in future rounds or ignore the poll. you dont have to go out of your way to throw accusations at a strager because the greek mythology game has weird family dynamics. move on w ur life and leave me the fuck alone, man. block me if you have to idc. get a hobby, go do smth fun. go outside and smell some flowers.
im open to criticism but if ur gonna be passive aggressive and accusatory dont waste either of our times.
also consider the actual context of the media ur talking about instead of applying real life human morals to the greek gods game, maybe.
For the people who dont know Hades game:
Zagreus was raised by Thanatos' mother, but they do not treat each other as brothers, in fact even when talking about the past they seem to be more like childhood friends. its fine if you're uncomfortable that they're technically adoptive brothers but they dont seem to see each other as such. Thanatos visibly treats Zagreus different from how he treats Hypnos or Charon, who are referred to as his brothers in the game.
Megaera is not and has never been, from what i can remember, implied to be Nyx's daughter. Feel free to correct me with screenshots if I'm wrong, but I played Hades for a long time and never got any dialogues about that. There are myths that say Nyx is the mother of the Furies, but there are also other origin myths for them, and it's likely the game's lore uses one of the other myths, unless I'm missing something.
There is no actual incest going on. There is an argument to be made about the fact Than and Zag were raised by the same woman, and Zagreus did believe he was her son as well, but again they did not treat each other as brothers. If you played the game and you disagree with me, I'm open to have a discussion about this but I'm not going to put up with accusations from strangers. I don't have time or energy for this.
Also yes, it is a game based on greek mythology and I will use that argument cause that's literally what it is. Things have context. They don't exist in a void for you to apply your personal morals on as if you're the only person with Good Opinions.
Once again, I will no longer engage with passive aggressive strangers throwing accusations at me.
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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years ago
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LMAO the last mtl you answered had the gears in my mind twisting too and I have an mtl now! Who do you think is mtl to get jealous/protective/throws an attitude at you when you and him are at a party or event and you see a celeb that you’ve had a crush on for a long time and you start fangirlling HARD lol
My thoughts on this
- Jungkook WITHOUT A DOUBT lmao he’s gonna be holding you near to him all night long and making your attention is on him
- V cause even tho this man knows he’s the shit, he doesn’t want you gushing over another man when he, THE Kim Taehyung, is right there lol
- Jimin because this man just wants all of your attention on him but he’s also a professional so he’s not gonna get super jealous in front of people too
- Jin because he is wwh and is baffled that you even think someone else compares 😂
- Now for rap line, I felt like they were all pretty on par with each other! I think I would put Yoongi above namseok now that I think about it just because. Like I have no reason lmao.
- But namseok tied for least because those two are so confident in themselves that they don’t mind you checking out other guys because they know whose bed youre gonna end up in that night 🤪 also they know they themselves have girls turning their heads to check them out too (eg. w Korea event when they walked in) so it evens out duh
LEMME TELL YOU RIGHT NOW i would smack the ego right out the back of namseok neck bc the only girl's head they should be worrying about turning is MINE like me personally i know where home is so I can fangirl and go off about whoever but i should be their entire world even in they innermost thoughts Yes i am aware that is a double standard i am a BOLD HYPOCRITE i do not care 😌
but you know what? i'm actually gonna go out on a limb and put seokjin first but ONLY bc this is in the context of a party like i don't think he'd necessarily be JEALOUS per say but he'd definitely be appalled at the notion of you either tryna leave him to go meet someone else or making him go with you to meet someone else like if he at a party he just there for appearances sake and only tryna be there long enough to say he was there before going home like mixing and mingling not part of the plan AT ALL and like you said whoever it is ain't WWH so why is you tripping?
i'm saying tae next bc he seem like he got a lot of industry friends and like just imagine being at the function and seo joon turn up like me personally imma stop in my tracks it don't matter if i've accidentally picked up one of his calls from tae phone or have said hi on facetime the first time i see him in person i'm grabbing onto tae arm hard enough to hurt i'm not breathing at a complete standstill bc it's park seo joon live and in the flesh like it's a wrap and bc that's his hyung he finna have a major attitude he'd be like girl i know this man that's like my brother and it's just like sorry bae he's 6'1 and i've seen the way he kiss on screen 🤷‍♀️ he'll still take you to meet him of course but you'll get a hello and a handshake at best before he signaling jimin to take you away
I KNOW IT'S SHOCKING THAT JK ISN'T FIRST UP BC HE'S USUALLY AT THE SCENE OF EVERY CRIME REGARDING JEALOUSY BUT HEAR ME OUT it's bc he'd think it's cute at first like it's all fun and games until he's with you talking to whoever and he see the hearts in your eyes and you kinda hitting it off with them and then it just would NOT sit right with him at all like after that you not meeting no one else not talking to anyone else if you so much as look at another person he might decide to drag you home altogether 💀
hobi's another one who would think it's cute like he'd be fine with it go up to them and introduce you to them and even leave you to talk to them but if 20-30 minutes passed and then he went around looking for you and found you with that person still he'd be like 🙂���� and then go make up an excuse to drag you away bc it's all fine and good and well to have a little crush as long as it stays just that A CRUSH like you not about to sit there and be friends with them LOL
i'm putting jimin next bc he's a tease like i really think there's some sort of sick sadistic part of him that would get off on you going googoo gaga for another man like he'd turn it into some sort of game MIGHT EVEN GO SWINGING IAJFOSJFO
i think namgi pretty much on the same level of like not caring like it's whatever they know how you feel about that person and would let you live your y/n life ONLY DIFFERENCE I THINK THAT EXISTS IS yoongi wouldn't point the person out to you like if you saw them and started freaking out he'd be like okay well are you gonna go talk to them or are you gonna keep hitting my arm and staring NAMJOON ON THE OTHER HAND he'd be just as excited as you are LOL like he's gonna be like omg bae look over there and then he's gonna rush both y'all over there to talk to whoever it is he'd probably end up becoming besties with your celebrity crush and hang their relationship over your head tbh
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carriesthewind · 2 years ago
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How much is actually being lost because of IA's lending, versus how much is just ... money the publishers and authors would never have seen anyway, because the people reading on IA would just never have bought the book in the first place?
Actually answered my own question there - the NWU faq from that link makes pretty clear that a lot of the "theft" they (and you) are talking about is theft of hypothetical money they're not actually currently making or doing anything to make. Also lots of backhanded compliments to libraries while promoting the same shit as publishers who would happily nuke said libraries. If this is what passes for "authors rights" then I'm just going to stop reading entirely.
Hello! Thank you for sending your second ask before I answered the first - it saves me the time of demonstrating that your first ask was completely disingenuous. (That snide little aside about how authors aren't "doing anything to make" money is so telling about how you sees writers and the work that they do.)
However, we can still use your asks as a learning opportunity for people who are actually interested in the subject, and who aren't just throwing a tantrum and threatening to take their ball and go home* because someone suggested that the rights, survival, and desires of other people matter.
*I am always delighted by the "well I'll just stop reading then!!!" response with these sorts of tantrums. First, it's so clearly a fake threat. But even if you mean it - I mean, fine? That sounds like it would suck for you - reading is great! - but it doesn't affect anyone else.
So these questions about the situation frame the IA's theft in purely financial terms, and shift the burden of proof onto the victims of the theft. That is, the assumption of these asks is that stealing books is only wrong (and should only be called "theft") if the person being stolen from can prove a monetary loss from the theft.
There's two problems with this framing.
First, in cases of digital theft of books, it is virtually impossible to prove (or disprove) direct financial harm. For example, referring to the district court opinion in this case, the court acknowledges that the IA's experts pointed to metrics that appear to show either no correlation or a (weak) positive correlation between the IA's wide distribution of the works in question in the suit (aka the 127 books they are specifically suing over) and financial indicators for the publishers (again, specifically with regard to the 127 works in question). However, as the court notes, correlation is not causation. And this is particularly true when there is a third massive factor that cannot be controlled for, such as the pandemic and COVID movement restrictions. In other words, even if we accept that there is a (weak) positive correlation, there is no reason to believe the positive financial indicators for the publishers were caused by the IA's distribution.
It's not even evidence that the IA's distribution did not cause financial harm, as the positive financial indicators could have been caused by increased sales due to the pandemic, and they might have been even higher if not for IA's distribution. This isn't "hypothetical" money or "hypothetical" theft just because the IA didn't take the money directly from the publishers. This is the fundamental basics behind, say, trademarks - if I make a product and put in the time and effort and money to make a great product that gets great reviews and receives widespread acclaim, and then you pretend to be me and sell a cheap version of my product to a bunch of people who were misdirected from my product to yours, you didn't just scam the customers, you stole my intellectual work and my profits!
The problem, from a scientific perspective, is that in any attempt to prove or disprove direct financial harm, you cannot effectively control for compounding factors. We cannot examine a world in which the IA simultaneously distributed and did not distribute copyrighted works. We do not know and cannot effectively measure the market effects - and especially, we cannot effectively measure the market effects on individual authors.
For an example of why this is so difficult to measure: let's say during a COVID lockdown, a reader went onto the IA and "checked out" one of the works in question in the lawsuit (which would, by the nature of the works in question, be an already popular book). If they hadn't been in a COVID lockdown, they would not have read the book. And more - let's say in this scenario, if the book had not been available for free on the IA, they would not have read it all. Therefore, there is no financial harm caused by the distribution of this book to this reader by the IA!
....except that's not necessarily true. Let's imagine a world where the COVID lockdown happened, but IA did not make that book available for free. In that situation, given the parameters we have laid out above, the reader would not have read that particular book...but that doesn't mean we can know what they would have done instead. For example, the reader might have instead read a similar book by a smaller author (and for the sake of our example, we will say that book was published by the same publisher as the popular book). Under this hypothetical, although there would still be no financial harm to the author of the popular book, there would be financial harm to the publisher, and (more importantly imo) to the author of that less popular book.*
*The author of the less popular book, by the way, would not have standing to sue the IA under this particular scenario. But if we are going to talk about harm, they still matter.
And that's why the financial harm is so difficult to measure in these cases!
I've seen a number of studies suggesting negative effects of piracy on markets - but they (at least the good ones) acknowledge that the issue is complicated and relies on economic models, which can (and frequently are) disputed. (And they measure markets, not effects on individual creators.) On the other hand, there is evidence that library users are more likely to buy books than non-library users: however, that data may also show a correlation, rather than a causation. (Also. Most libraries do a lot more to promote discoverability than the IA does/did. The IA is not a library.) And there is anecdotal evidence of negative financial effects for authors.
In short, although there is some evidence of harm of digital theft to authors, it is really hard to prove either way. This is one reason why the framing of these asks - that stealing books is only wrong (and should only be called "theft") if the person being stolen from can prove a monetary loss from the theft - is so wrong. It might seem reasonable on the surface (theft, as we usually commonly understand it, requires a loss of something), but in practice, because the proof it is demanding can never be provided, it creates a world in which digital theft is never wrong and never theft.
But there is another problem with this framing. Not only does it unfairly shift the burden of proof of harm, it limits the harm of digital theft to purely financial considerations.
But the "thing" being stolen in digital theft isn't (just) money. It's the author's intellectual property rights.
This is why market effect is only one of four factors considered when determining whether something is fair use - financial harm (or the lack thereof) isn't dispositive.
To help conceptualize the non-financial damage of digital theft, let's take an example where money isn't involved at all: fanfiction. (Also, in all of these scenarios, there would likely be no legal remedy - but that doesn't mean there was no theft or no harm.)
Let's imagine that Fan A writes a fanfic and posts it online for free. Fan B takes the fanfic and republishes it on a different site, under Fan B's name. We recognize that this is plagiarism, a kind of theft, and is wrong, and that Fan A's rights have been violated, even though no financial harm has been done.
Now let's imagine Fan A writes their fanfic and posts it to a private group, which is made with the explicit purpose of allowing people to privately post fanfics, which will not be shared or reposted. They post it with the express statement that they would be embarrassed if anyone except the group members read it, and therefore reiterate that it should not be shared. Fan B ignores this request, and reposts the fanfic on a public site under Fan A's name. Even though they have properly credited Fan A, we would (hopefully!) recognize that this is a kind of theft, and it is wrong, and that Fan A's rights have been violated.
...I can go on with many more scenarios, but i hope I've made the point. A writer's intellectual property rights can be violated, and real harm done, even when there is no financial harm.
And we recognize these kind of intangible, non-financial rights all the time! Privacy, bodily autonomy, decision autonomy - all of these are rights that we recognize that people have, and we do not require proof of financial harm to recognize when they have been violated. It is telling, I think, that despite our general recognition of these rights, it is so difficult for many people to recognize (or admit) that authors and other creators have intellectual property rights to their creations unless they can prove direct financial harm. That's why I've been so persistent in using the term theft to describe what the IA was doing. In my experience of the internet, "piracy" is often recast as something cool, something that doesn't affect any real people, just faceless corporations. I want to make it clear that what the IA was doing was something that had real effects on real people.
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merlions · 1 year ago
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Ok so Can I Just Ask rhetorically into the air (unless someone has an answer lol I would not say no if anyone offers insight here, im just not specifically asking for it cause i dont know for sure an answer even exists i guess) but when everyone tells u to "feel your feelings" likeee....then what?
Like I keep getting the advice esp in recovery that I gotta "feel my feelings" and "recognize your feelings" but then when I'm like ok. Im doing it. I'm having a panic attack and throwing up from guilt and shame. What do I do about that. And they're like "oh no just feel them!!!"
(Also "shame is bad but guilt is constructive" OKAY. SO JUST feel DIFFERENT feelings? Than the ones I have. Hrrrghhh)
Like I feel like I missed some regular human memo here like there's supposed to be something I Know what to do but I don't know what it is.
Tbh it's the same feeling I get when people keep telling me to like believe in spirituality things or else I won't be able to stay sober. I keep being like so...how do I do that? Like how does it matter to me if there's a god, if also there's literally no guarantee that god won't do something terrible for some "greater purpose" and i cant change that? Like you want me to feel safety from that? All this bad stuff was planned by someone? How does that make it feel less bad? (What sort of sicko- )(sorry lmao I didn't realize I had anger issues w god til I was told I have to actually believe in one)
I keep asking people to describe to me what exactly it means to believe in something spiritual, to them, as if I am a human being who was born blind and never seen color, and they need to describe why some colors are "happy". Or like i'm an alien who has never eaten food and you gotta explain how something can taste "salty". I know that's not the best metaphor and is kinda appropriative of other disabilities that I don't have, but I just mean like can someone try to get SORT OF creative with trying to put this in context for me??? Cause just saying "just do it!!" absolutely does nothing for me! It doesn't make sense. Teaching a human being how to fly by saying "just move your body through the air to where you want to go". Honey. I do not know how. And I cannot learn how via this method. It is not going to work no matter how many times you say it. You are going to have to try something else.
Anyways some shit happened that's ultimately fine and I know WHY I'm having bad feelings and it's not a resolvable situation really, the thing has happened and it can't un-happen, and like I know I'm getting angry cause I'm embarrassed and upset w myself, and that they're not at fault and ultimately it is really truly for the best and actually makes my life better in the long run and I was nice about it and so were they. But like...I'm still angry and sad and embarrassed. Knowing why I feel bad doesn't make me not feel bad, it just makes me angrier with myself for not being able to control it.
And I don't want to feel it cause it hurts and there's nothing I know how to do about that besides drink. Which I am not gonna do, to be clear, but I think is understandable in a recovery space, that we are all alcoholics cause we never learned to deal w feelings any other way. All the advice from my counselor and sponsor and everyone these past 9 months of recovery has mostly just been "try to identify your feelings and feel them". Like I do literally nothing but hyperfixate and ruminate on feelings if im not numbing them and trauma splitting...if I'm not supposed to numb them out I'm Just Going To Need A Bit More Information. Yknow?
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evansbby · 1 year ago
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it's shower girl anon again bestie, you're probably getting tired of me at this point💀💀 but I'm so glad you asked what our fav parts were cause I ended up missing some scenes in my previous message that I really wanted to add but I didn't know how without spamming you!!
One of the cutest details was that in the end, we learned that Steve patched up Steve Junior himself and he didn't get "some guy" to fix it up🙄🙄 I absolutely love the thought of Steve, being the manly alpha he is probably spending hours patching up Steve Junior just for omega, like pricking his arm w the needle and cursing when he fucks up. I imagine him getting so frustrated and abusing Steve Jr by throwing him on the wall💀💀
Also loved omegas decision to have a closed off wedding, very private, only with Steve's mom and dad because yeah I also wouldn't invite anyone else after what they put me through😭😭. I was so touched by the part where Steve's dad walked omega down the aisle🥹🥹 I would've loved to see how the wedding day was, the dress omega wore, how nervous she was and I definitely wanna know Steve's perspective. Knowing him, he was probably starstruck the moment she walked down the aisle. And I wonder if he actually cried?????? Like just seeing her??? And also the sex after😏😏 but I'll leave that all to my imagination.
Speaking of Steve's daddy, he's so much like him. I love the way he gets all heart eyed when he sees his wife and how he wanted to take time off when he found out about her cancer (which makes me super emotional cause she's definitely one of my fav characters now) I love love LOVE their romance. And the scene where Steve's dad comes back home and they go to their room and sees them dancing together and she just stops and stares because she's never seen anything like that before🥹
I like how she was also able to resolve things with Peter and how even after everything, he still sent her that congratulations letter to omega after finding out that she was getting married. Like that just shows how much he cared about her.
I'm just so proud of omega for being able to overcome everything and the progress she's making. It's realistic how it's actually taking time for her to heal and it's not just a one time thing where it gets resolved and suddenly she's fine. I felt for her when she woke up and she found Steve and their baby gone only to find him cradling Rosie🥹🥹 he wanted to let her sleep in. God, that nearly brought me to tears!!!!! Steve is such a girl dad. What surprised me the most was Steve suddenly dropping words of wisdom about Rosie like huh??? Sir?? When did you become a philosopher? But it just shows how much he's grown and how much they've grown as a couple.
The ending was just so satisfying to me.
That's all I can think of for now but I love them both sooo much and I loved every single detail of the story I swear. I think I memorized all the scenes at this point❤️
-🚿🚿 anon
SHOWER ANON BBY I LOVE YOU SM FR
bESTIE YES!! I can totally imagine Steve stitching up Steve Jr but he's not that skilled at it bc his mom taught him when he was really young, and his fingers are too big and the needle is too small and it's so difficult to get the thread through the eye of the needle and he keeps pricking himself and Steve Jr's cotton keeps spilling out and Steve gets annoyed and throws Steve Jr against the wall and Jr stares at him with cold blue eyes and Steve's like "fuck, sorry." before he realises he's talking to an inanimate object aksdklgnsl
YAY you mentioned the wedding!! I would love to write a stomega wedding day drabble, from alternating POVs both steve and omega!!! bc it's their special day! and yes, poor omega was still so insecure about the fact that she'd have no one at the wedding and how Steve's friends were never her friends, and so she didn't want anyone there. But i think it's good that she actually VOICED this to Steve instead of being silent and letting him run the wedding day his way and then not being happy on the day!!
ughh yes and Steve's dad! bestie i love how you're mentioning everything from the last few scenes bc those were my favs!! I purposely tried to keep Steve's dad as a kind of mysterious character whom we still don't know that much about. Like he brought up Steve in a strict way to be a very manly alpha BUTTT the way he is with his wife??? totally a softie! kinda like how Steve now is with omega *puppy eyes emoji with tears but i cannot bc i am on my laptop*
and lmfao STEVE BEING A PHILOSOPHER AT THE END bahahah he's a DAD now bestie, he needs to come in with the words of wisdom every now and then. hehehe
THANK YOU SO SO MUCH SHOWER ANON BESTIE ILY
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vitaliskravtsov · 3 years ago
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calls and cuddles
A parswoops fic; ~700 words; T for cursing
Kent has a bad night, but Swoops is there, and mostly, that's what counts.
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Kent's sitting on the floor of his living room in a W-sit, and he looks about 30 seconds away from crying.
Swoops hates that look, more than anything else.
"Hey," he says softly, kicking his shoes onto the mat and advancing in socks to kneel down next to Kent. "Hey, hey, Kent. Kent."
Kent's not wearing a shirt, which could mean any number of things- wrong fabric, too tight, wrong color, wrong smell- but it distills, in Jeff's world, to the fact that he can see Kent's ribcage heaving.
"Breathe, okay?"
"Go away," Kent whispers, voice wrecked and uneven and cracking. "Go away."
"Good try. Breathe in for me, okay?"
"Go away."
"Breathe out."
"I'm fine."
"In."
"Fuck off."
"No. Out."
There's tears rolling down his face now, and his body is shaking, and Jeff's heart is sitting on the floor, fucking up his knees, raking his hands through his hair like he wants to pull it out.
"Fuck. Off."
"C'mon," Jeff says, voice unbeliveably soft. "Unfold your knees."
Unbelievably, Kent swings one leg around to the front so that it's facing straight out and not backwards.
"Other one too," Swoops coaxes, and just like that, he's got an armful of crying hockey player. He rotates his knees to the side and then to the front, and then he's got a lapful of crying fiancé, tucked up against his body, sobbing. He presses soft kisses into Kent's hair, and holds on.
This is the hard part, the waiting it out until Kent has calmed down or cried himself out of tears. There are shortcuts out of it, sure, but those only tend to delay and result in more hurt, later. So instead he stays, and holds on, and when Kent stops shaking, he's there to carry him up to bed.
Swoops isn't stupid; he knows something set Kent off, but he can't find it, and after hour two of watching sports news while simultaneously scrolling the NHL website, he's stumped. He even texts Scraps, but he's got nothing.
When Kent stumbles out of his room, three hours later, he's wearing Swoops' jersey and a pair of Aces joggers, and he looks like someone put him in a salad spinner and went for a few rounds.
He wanders into the kitchen, silently, and pulls out a mug. He gets the milk out, gets the cocoa and sugar out, gets the cinnamon out. Mixes it all into a mug, and throws it in the microwave. He pulls out miniature marshmallows, plops them in his drink, and sits down at the table, head bent, fingers curled around the mug that must be burning them.
"My dad called," he says quietly. "Did you know that doors still slam the same?"
It doesn't make sense, to someone who doesn't spend most of their time trying to see how Kent connects patterns in his head for one reason or another, but it snaps into place in Swoops' map of shit never to do.
"Can we- can we go to the rink?"
And Jeff wants to say yes, anything, always but he knows what will happen if he does, and he knows saying yes will cause more harm than good, and he doesn't want to do that.
"Tomorrow," he says, instead. "We can go early."
"Need it now," Kent says.
"Come cuddle," Swoops tells him, instead of answering. He's weak for that voice, and he knows he can't say yes, and distracting is better than trying to keep saying no.
"Okay," Kent murmurs, and makes his way from the table to the couch, and into Swoops' arms.
"I love you," Swoops says, because he thinks if he doesn't say it, he'll have failed as a boyfriend and also as a human being, because to know Kent and to not tell him he's loved is as much a crime as arson, in Jeff's estimation.
"I'm sorry," the man laying in his chest answers. "You deserve-"
"You," he interrupts, because he can't listen to this. "I deserve you, because you are beautiful-" he presses a kiss to Kent's hair " -and gentle-" kiss "-and kind-" kiss "-and loving-" kiss "-and I don't want anyone else."
"Fuck off," Kent says, but it's soft now, and Jeff doesn't think he'll break if he sleeps.
"Never," Swoops answers. "Never."
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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years ago
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I Love You Too, Love
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Bang Chan x reader; just some good ol' tooth-rotting fluff
A/N: My first attempt at writing a real scenario lmao. Do lmk how it was❤Also, it's funny how I'm an anti-romantic to the core, but it all goes out the window when it's Chan
Coming back home at night after a long day at uni/work, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle and watch a nice movie with Chan. Your best friend had been on tour with his group, Stray Kids, for the past three months, and the daily messages and FaceTime calls were not nearly enough to stop you from missing him like crazy. The teeny tiny (or so you insisted) crush that you had on him, didn't help either. You missed his voice, his tight hugs, the way he would always listen to rant about your day, the way he would always know what to say, the way his smile would light up your day, everything. While he did try to fill the gap by still listening to your rants on a daily basis on FaceTime, it just wasn't the same without him being there in person.
Sighing, you unlock your door, expecting to be met with pitch darkness. Instead, what you saw made you drop your bag to the floor, as tears welled up in your eyes. There, standing in the middle of your living room, was Chan, your best friend, who was supposed to be away for yet another month. Not able to believe your eyes, you pinch yourself, only to realize that he is indeed there, in the flesh, smiling at you as if you mean the world to him (unbeknownst to you, you most certainly do).
"Missed me?," he asks, and you suddenly find yourself running towards him at full speed, crashing into his chest and wrapping your arms around him in the tightest hug ever. This causes Chan to slightly lose his balance, and makes him laugh heartily before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. "I missed you too, love. So so so much."
After staying like that for a solid two minutes, you finally break free, glaring up at him playfully. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming home?," You ask, trying your best to suppress your smile and appear angry. This causes him to chuckle before cheekily saying, "If I had told you, I wouldn't have been able to seen your true happiness at seeing me. If you already knew, you would probably have acted as if you're disgusted that I'm back, and we didn't want that now, did we?"
You shove his chest slightly, before finally turning your head towards the dining table, only to be met with the sight and aroma of all your favourite dishes, that Chan had apparently spent all evening trying to make. "You must be hungry. Freshen up and let's dig in, I'm starving," He says, pushing you lightly towards the bathroom. While getting changed, you finally register the fact that your heart is hammering in your chest, reminding you that the man standing in your living room means so much more to you than just your best friend.
Being away from Chan for months has made you realize that what you feel for him is much more than just a crush. You may very well be in love with him, but you're too scared to admit it because neither do you want to face rejection, nor can you bring yourself to put his career at risk. With these thoughts in mind, you finally exit the bathroom, sighing deeply to yourself.
You don't, however, notice that Chan too, is in a dilemma of his own. Before going on tour, he too, knew that he liked you. But being away from you made him realize that you are his home, and that he would much rather be with you than with anyone else. He has been planning to confess today, and has been trying to gauge your feelings ever since you came back home. Your sigh doesn't escape him, and, full of concern, he asks, "What's wrong, love? Got something on your mind? You know you can always tell me." Truth be told, he's worried and scared that you already know about his feelings, and don't reciprocate them. He fails to see your knees going week and a blush creeping up your cheeks at the nickname, and instead, all he notices is you giving him a small smile and saying, "Not at all Channie, I'm completely fine. Now let's eat up before the food goes cold."
Once you guys get a couple bites in, the awkward atmosphere starts easing once again. Chan tells you all about the tour and all the places he saw. "London was the best, but I wish you were there. You would have enjoyed the London Eye." "Well then, you'll have to take me there one day." You tell him about how life has been back in Seoul, ranting about your annoying professor/boss, and he tells you about all the small trinkets that he saw at souvenir shops that reminded him of you. "That charm bracelet was so you, I just had to buy it." "You didn't have to Chan. I don't need any gifts, having you back home is enough."
After dessert, you ask him if he'd stay the night, and he says that since he has the week off, the boys don't expect him to back at dorms until the following morning. "So.....you're staying?," You ask with a small smile tugging at your lips. He smiles back at you lovingly, and ruffles your hair before saying, "Yes love, I'm staying. Now let's watch a movie."
After picking the movie, you come back to sit on the couch next to Chan, throwing your legs across his lap. Now it's his turn to blush, but unlike him, you're not oblivious to his reddening cheeks. "Awww, is Channie blushing? Why? This isn't the first time I've thrown my legs over your lap," You chuckle, causing him to hide his face in his hands. "Yeah but, I've really missed this being away from you all this while," He smiles warmly.
The first half of the movie goes by with the both of you making random comments about it. At one particular scene where the characters are having nachos, Chan suddenly exclaims, "Salsa reminds me, the boys and I learnt a little Salsa during our time in Italy, and I really wanted to teach you some of the moves." "Me?," You ask, bewildered, causing Chan to become shy and start stuttering. "I-I m-mean if you w-want to. It's o-okay if y-you don't."
You're having a hard time trying not to melt into a puddle at his cuteness, as you force your mouth to open, and say, "No Chan, I'd love to." "Really?," He returns to his giggly self, as he gets up off the couch and extends his hand out for your to take. You smile and take his hand, and he brings you to the center of the room. "Just one sec," He says, pausing to pick the music on his phone. Once he's done, he places his phone on the table, and starts guiding you through the dance, one step at a time, with the movie being nothing more than a long-forgotten background noise. "Left foot forward, right foot backward. That's right, now dip, and come back. Now place your leg on my waist....," You both freeze at this, realizing what he just said. It's only then that you notice just how close you are to him, and the familiar feeling of your heart racing comes back. You both stare at each other, hypnotized, before your eyes flick to his lips and back up to his eyes. When he does the same, you timidly ask, "Can I kiss you?"
That's all it takes to break Chan out of his trance, as he crashes his lips onto yours, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You don't even notice that he is backing you up, until you feel your back hit the wall. His lips taste sweet and a little spicy, which you attribute to the food you had earlier. The kiss is soft but full of emotions, and even though it does seem a bit cliche, you can feel fireworks fly. The butterflies in your stomach every time you see Chan seem to have been replaced by a whole zoo, and you can't help but smile into the kiss. This causes Chan to break into a smile as well, before he gently lets go.
"I really want to keep kissing you because God have I been waiting to do that for years, but I feel like I need to get this off my chest first," He says, shy once again. "I like you, a hell lot. Actually no, screw that, I think I'm already in love with you. I've known this for a long time, but I was just scared to admit it. Being away from you during the tour made me realize that I want to be more than just 'best friends' with you. I want to call you 'mine,' and I want to be yours." "Oh Channie, you don't know how much I have wanted to hear you say that you love me too, this distance has been a wake-up call for me too, but I was just so scared of jeopardizing either our friendship, or your career. And I can't have either of those two." "Don't worry about my career, we'll find a way out love. Just say the word, say that you love me." To this, you gawk at him, before saying, "I gave you a speech on that just now, didn't I? Of course I love you." "Yeah but you didn't explicitly say that you love me, idiot. But now that you've said the right words, I legit feel like the happiest man on earth." You shove him slightly before wrapping your arms around his torso. "So, now that we've got our feelings sorted, what does that mean for us?" "Well, for starters, I think it means that my nickname for you just took on a literal meaning," Chan smirks. You pout at this, but then say, "I love you Channie." He places his chin in your head, and says, "I love you too, love."
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matan4il · 3 years ago
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I have gone back and fourth at boring you guys with this but its bugging me. Let me preface I am a straight women married to a man, guilty pleasures are romance novels, Hallmark movies and pumpkin spice. Basically I am as basic as it comes lol. But I'm throwing that out there for my point. I was deeply unsatisfied with 5A, alot was wrong with it, mostly everyone hitting each other and threatening violence. However Buddie was low on the list for me and here is my headro take.
Eddie is easy the man is clearly repressed. I was disappointed when Anna appeared because it was like great they crafted the perfect women for Eddie there goes my ship. FACTS, she obviously pretty (mentioned many times), she's Latina, (Eddies culture and religion is always referenced and a bedrock for him), she's a teacher, gentle and soft. Yet boom after dating at least a year he's like see ya. The idea of this women literally makes him panic.
Buck, his common theme is someone just picks him and he doesn't get left behind. Taylor cleared all the Abby and Allie hurdles. He has someone now. Even back during the lawsuit Hen pointed out who does he have outside of here. Well he has Taylor now, so in a typical M/W storyline problem solved. He can be bummed about Eddie quiting but it wouldn't be this big conflict. You can even compare it to the fact Hen is coping fine without Chim and Chim knows Hen will be leaving for med school soon.
Also that ILY scene was not ispiring. She was so joyful saying it and he was resigned. It almost reminded me that Abby was to Buck, as Eddie was to Anna has come full circle to Bucky is to Taylor. I feel like the talk he with Eddie will come back when Eddie lecfures him.
I would have loved to go into hiatus with them canon just cause I have waited forever but I would honestly be shocked if it's not canon by the end of 5B because none of this story telling is typical straight romance writing at all.
Hi Nonnie! Sending your thoughts in is never boring! :D
I kind of LOVE that Ana was on paper the perfect woman for Eddie. Real TV characters are never perfect, they're always flawed in some way, so when we get a "perfect" Love Interest, it's usually to make a point, it's to allow a protagonist to go, "that person seemed perfect, and yet I choose YOU. Love isn't a grocery list of the 'right' traits, and I choose you over anyone else, even over the 'perfect' person, because I love you." Just imagine when Eddie gets to realize that in regards to Buck! Or what that would mean to Buck, who's never felt like he's chosen or wanted... I AM DYING JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
And yes, Taylor has stuck around and gotten further than either Abby or Ali, but she's clearly still not 'it' for Buck, just the way that ILY exchange went shows that.
IDK what we will get in season 5b, I'm hoping for good things because everything seems to align in that direction, but I have to admit, I'm not convinced we have been waiting forever for Buddie. Eddie only joined the show in s2, and we're only half way through s5. I was just reminded of a ship I loved from the start, that finally got together this year after I waited for them to for 8 (!) seasons, I went through one of them not just dating, but marrying and having a kid with another person, and all of this only for my ship to finally get together and then be killed off in the very same season (yes, it's that kind of show where almost everyone gets killed sooner or later). I am not joking when I say that the Buddie wait game is nothing in comparison with some of my battle scars... *does the 911 scar comparing scene, just with ships* My point is, endgame couples can and do take their time, even if Buddie doesn't go canon in s5, it doesn't mean they won't at some point. And because 911 is a far more kind-hearted show than the average, I have faith!
I hope that's a comforting thing to hear and thank you for the ask, I hope my reply helped! xoxox
To anyone else who sent me an ask, I am going through all of them, thank you so much for your patience! If you wanna check whether I've replied to yours yet, you can have a look at my ask tag. xoxox
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glitchviper · 3 years ago
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Incorrect Quotes with Class 1-X (Part 2)
I'm not tagging anyone this time if it finds you, it does. If it doesn't, it doesn't. But everyone is featured at least once. Also, as always with these things some of these are horrendously out of character but also funny so does it really matter
Hibiki and Makoto: AAAAAAAHHHHH
Makoto: We’re d-d-driving in a CAR!!!
Hibiki: Destination, drug dealers, BARS!!!
Makoto: Pass the mic right over to Carlos- We forgot Carlos!
Hibiki: But we can’t turn back cause we’ve gone to farlos!
Makoto: We have to turn back though, we can’t just leave him. It was a good rhyme though.
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Burai: Hey do you guys want to see me stuff 20 marshmallows in my mouth
Moa: You are a hazard to society
Aito: And a coward, do 20!
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Akihiko: Tamashi!
Tamashi: You did this! You’ll do anything to win. My ankle! My moment!
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Tsumi: You need to find a healthy way to express your feelings to your classmates
Moa: Yes the feelings: hot, cold, hungry-
Tsumi: No! Feelings like anger, remind you of anyone?
Moa: Nope!
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Amorette: This is stupid we should have just gotten the dn happy meal?
Tai: W-w-what? The dn? What’s the dn?
Amorette: :)
Tai: WHAT! What’s the dn?!?
Amorette: DEEZ NUTS!!!
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Kiku: I am the grim reaper and I am here to take your- are you playing candy land?
Kiku: Can I join?
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Michiko: Where’s Rin?
Rin waking up in a cold sweat in her room: *gasp* What year is it?
Jiro: She’s probably just late
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Akihiko: So fast, she must be laser-focused in right now. There’s nothing else on her mind other than winning this match
Suyime, singing in head: Life is like a hurricane, here in duckburg!
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Sato: Where’s Jetsam?
Jimin: He’s probably in his dorm getting ready so he can be the *in a mocking Jetsam voice* prettiest boy at the party
Jetsam looking in the mirror: I’m going to be the prettiest boy at the party
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Burai: What are you, a bunch of quitters? Sure we can’t understand Amorette, but did we ever?
Amorette: Hey!
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Michi: What is your greatest wish?
Jimin: I just wanna punch god in the face
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Tamashi: Sato-sensei how are babies made?
Sato: Well you see in world war 2…
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Jiro: Ok, ok, ok. Tsumi, I dare you-
Hiroharu: Tsumi isn’t allowed to accept dares
Tsumi: Apparently I have ‘no regard for my personal safety'
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Ayume: If your parents think you're dumb, then they must not know what dumb really is.
Carlos: But don't they watch television
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Makoto: I thought you were dead!
Moa: No I was just down here having a nap. What the fuck is going on?
Makoto: You were very still.
Moa: I'm a very sound sleeper. Sorry! You thought I was *dead* and instead of calling for help or getting an ambulance, you got someone to dress up as an oversized version of me-
Carlos: nervous sweating
Moa: and started singing fucking show tunes!!!
Makoto: the show must go on
Moa: oh this is bullshit
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Jetsam: Can I make you some tea?
Tsumi: Uhh yeah sure
Jetsam: Alright we have green tea, detox, and shamamalay
Tsumi: What did you call it?
Jetsam: ... sh-shamamalay
Tsumi: It's chamomile
Jetsam:
Tsumi:
Jetsam: Wait! WAIT!
Tsumi: I texted everyone!
Jetsam: NOOOOOOOO!!!
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Hiroharu: Listen, everyone. While Sato-sensei is out, I have been put in charge. Which means, Ayume, I order you to throw out that gingerbread house. It's from Christmas
Ayume: Fine. But you're gonna be leaving a lotta bugs with no home.
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captainkurosolaire · 3 years ago
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Things I Like RP Partners to Know
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I like to be called: Captain, Kuro, Zach, Degenerate, w/e. I'm typically not nerved by really anything, mostly chill. (Went in-depth and tagged below cut)
One thing you should know about me: I really just write for passion anymore, I don't care about this whole Post+ stuff, it won't play a factor in me. Tumblr has really everything that allows me to write and further myself. However, it ever goes away, even if becomes Myspace 2.0, I'll probably still maintain writing here off and on in spurts. --Now if they shut-down, I might convert over somewhere that's identical, cause Twitter couldn't handle my girth. I'm mildly autistic and suffer from a few other conflicting health aliments, writing is my obsessiveness and remedy. Used to be gaming, but I became less of a gamer, and replaced it more for writing cause It's a place where I can contain and throw all my thought's to usage. My mind overlaps with so much thing's at once, I get side-tracked, misplacement, my concentration shifts horribly, before I know it, I haven't slept for twenty-four hours or more. Lot of stuff is just me being redundant by fault. Or I become overwhelmed with a story ideas, that impulsively takes me, but majority of my best thing's are sudden. Not the one's that are ever planned. But I don't live to make excuses never care to be defined, by one thing, or person. I don't aim to attain much of anything in life but be a better me, until my end. And by analyzing your mind, you can do or achieve a lot I've discovered. So I repetitively no matter what jog down my WIP's and unleash, or my errors, I put them all on badges displays, then I go back and repeat until I show progress. That's how I have to learn. But passion is a candle, so when it burn's out I lose a lot of what I learned, it's natural after that to be discouraged, but instead, for me, that gets me going again. Cause mean's I can come at thing's with a whole new mental perspective and different flow, then compare, and again, adapt and improve. One thing you should know about RPing with my character(s): Everything is a factor and story with me. Losses, they matter. My character originally was highly killable almost every session, but advanced due to the actions of others, because of them, he found the value of his own life, and that's how I like to do my characters. Even the win's my character gets from stories, will most likely have a 'bad ending' occasionally or result into something new sprouting from it eventually, however that doesn't define at-all how permanently it effects them. But seasonally they go through their struggle. Life for real, is up and down's, these are the component's I factor in. Realistically, sure we fall. We never truly decline unless we allow it. Our character's philosophies, their mental judgement, dislikes, etc, all these thing's become ingrained they decide how much they want too fight and live, they step to improve or sometimes stumble under roadblocks, but not truly devolve. So the more people he interacts with or meets and encounters in RP, they are factors, they're meaningful to meet again, or live, their short teachings are insightful. No matter how small or large or incomplete stories went or passed-by. I created a character who was filled in by others initially. Even one-shot smuts, they're important experiences. Lot more to appreciate when your character learns on their own how to surpass their weaknesses and suffering organically. Still do RP with others but typically I do collaborations, or pre-established or short things, or Discord, one-shot in-game stuff, screenshot things that can convey RP. Want to build this Crew as their own functioning characters, not so much minor throwaways, but shippable, and highly in-depth. Essentially building an optional anime for my partner's, one-day. Long-term with me right now just isn't something I'd ever ask or expect from me. I'm too jumbled and a mess. But it's not a never, I do have two people who are among all my stuff and involved. I'd include anyone in my stories too if they wanted partaken. First language: Gibberish / English. Age range: under 13  |  14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+ Am I okay with NSFW?: yes |
no | some nsfw I came solely off that, my reputation, was known as 'That ERP guy' on Balmung OG day's, I'm one of the degen's from that era. But character's evolve and adapt as do their people, they become more, but maintain their origins to degree. Those perspective's and things learned from NSFW are very paramount to a lot of SFW too. My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | plots | AUs are fine | Violence | Darker themes |  I dunno. * I'm pretty open-ended in all things. It's all fascinating for me to attempt at improving. Reason finally pulled the trigger and made a diverse Crew for Captain was give off different interactions and also more reason's to write beyond my usual trends. I'll tackle eventually every genre... now doesn't mean I'll excel in those fields more than my specialties, but I'll do it. Canon Character RP Friendly?: yes | no | depends * I stick with the sandbox but I'll stretch out all the space and limits of it. Building skyscrapers and UFO's with that sand, just happens that this Universe has magic, science, alchemy, holograms, all-around unlimited absurd possibilities, more than even D&D, which makes this game the best to RP within. When comes to interacting with anything Canon base, It'll always dwarf me though. Most likely I'll write my own legit WoL's, thinking of making an 'antagonist' one, but more 'protagonist too' (maybe hunk viera male?) I like making construed lines between characters, that's really complex, it's avidly up to a reader to decide who's in the right or wrong or if they're rooting for the villain or good-guy. I see most lore characters as Celebrities which my character would be rightfully cultured in, and they're untouchable, least for my characters. To me the source of what, who, or with you're writing is what determines a lot. But yeah RPing with anything Canon related, I switch to being a just minor gnat. And there's going to be a lot of consequences, that come if there's anything that does effect something that matters in the Universe. Just cause my pirate is causing havoc and having fun for now, doesn't mean law's don't catch-up or something else doesn't. Cause and effect always. RP blog: does contain ooc posts | doesn’t contain ooc posts | occasionally contains ooc* I would do more OOC if did asks, or inbox related things and was wanted, but outside occasional updates, I stick to my role. That's just write stories and screenshots and practice everything. I'm thankful for anyone who does enjoy anything I share or supports me, It's what brings me back faster and I do always think of you too when I want to get better, it's uplifting and inspiring, alongside boosting. If I do bring any motivation to anything, I do. Then that's the best payment I could get. I like seeing others thrive, or soar higher than me, and unleash their creativity. Tagged by:@spotofmummery (Thank ye my treasured friend!) Tagging anyone/everyone: @roguestly @scholarlybreadbun @under-the-blood-moonlight @lettersnorth @violet-warder @lukawarrioroflight @eligos-venator @corpse-dancer @silvernsteel @silvertail-ffxiv @roxinova @lavender-hemlock @fracturedfantasia @zhauric @fair-fae @avwalya @yuki-yukichan @crow-iv @cadrenebula @spellsandtales @casualcatte @seascrapes @mishivymendi @thorcat @aqueerfishtheyis @ljoturyalre @seabound-dragoon @scornedjustice @laylahcousland @layla-grey @moonstruck-ffxiv @snow-covered-moon (Apologies if missed anyone. If there's more who'd like to be tagged again on all these type of things, let me know.)
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impala1967dwinchester · 4 years ago
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Sam Winchester: Trouble Makers
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Pairing: Teen!Sam W. x Teen!Reader
Pov: Sam
Warnings: Fluff, Sam, making trouble, kissing, teenage love, Getting into trouble.
Summary: All the two of them is getting into trouble and each other.
Word Count: 2k
A/N: This is just cuteness, with a teenager Sam, straight fluff between Sam and the reader. Also written for band-psychos 1.5 followers bingo writing challenge 2021.
Square: Late night adventure
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Taglist: @band--psycho @sweetdetectivequeen @wonderfulworldofwinchester
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"Come on Sam, hurry your ass up!" Y/n said half screaming and half whispering at me from the window. I grumbled and moved in my bed.
"Sam, you promised we'd go out tonight!" She whispered. I tossed in my bed before throwing the sheets away from my warm body. I had worn my previous day's clothes to bed, knowing that Y/n would be at my window way too early.
"Quiet down, give me a second," I said pushing my sneakers on and standing up. She stood in front of my window, leaving it open just a bit for her. She danced outside the window and gave me a look of excitement.
I grabbed my cell phone and jumped out of the window. It was more chiller than I anticipated. Y/n dressed in jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, and a fluffy long sweater. It was cute. She looked warm as she danced and moved in front of me. She hummed with her eye closed barely missing bumps in the sidewalk, or garbage in the street.
"Y/n watch out would ya'" I said running to catch up with her. I have known Y/n since we were little kids that played in the sandbox at school. Basically growing up with each other. Both of us school being smart, and street smart with people.
She was the type of girl that dressed up for homecoming and graduation but at her heart, she was a full-out tomboy. She is beautiful she stops in the road turns and swings to look at me. Her smile only becomes bigger as she remembers that I'm behind her.
Today at school I had promised Y/n during our second period ap class. She had already been begging me for the last week. Texting me during the week.
"Y/n since you're the one who wanted to go out. What are your plans for tonight?" I asked, looking over at her. Without missing a beat, "Yeah, I have an idea. With it being two in the morning, I was thinking we could go to the old arcade place down on western street." She said smiling, with begging eyes behind that smile.
Whatever you want Y/n, you know all you gotta do is ask me and I'll give it to you. What else would I do for you? Anything to see that bright smile in the light of the moon. Anything to be the boy... man that makes you feel like you're at the top of the world.
"We can figure it out, Y/n," I said taking her hand in mine. We usually walked around for a few hours before getting into trouble wherever we would, or we could possibly never be found out about.
We walked down the street, hands together clasped together like she never wanted to let go of me. It was that homey feeling. The feeling of knowing no matter what else is going on outside, or maybe just around our bubble. Nothing is messing with our moments together.
I'd like to think that's why sometimes we don't get caught. That's the best feeling. But regardless of that, let me tell you of the night that I got into some trouble with my dear Y/n.
We had finally made our way to the arcade. No cars parked outside, and all the lights were out. This was the same building that was lit up during the day and always had a full parking lot in front. It was also the place that Dean would take me most of the time when he had a girl or girls over at the house.
I had all the high scores on the speed racing machines, and I knew all the right patterns for getting the most tickets. The number of tickets I'd have by the end of the day was shocking. The times that I'd gone up to the front desks and claimed my prizes were great.
But that was outweighed by the times that with said tickets I had taken soft animals and stupid little items for Y/n. No, we weren't dating, but yes how much I wished I could have her for my own. take care of her like she's supposed to be.
Y/n had become my friend in a science class. Dean had introduced her to a douchebag, which ended up breaking her heart. Since then Y/n has come to me every time a boy has hurt her, but I've never been harsh and rude about the things she tells me I just console her and do what 'friends' are supposed to do.
'Friends' aren't supposed to fall for each other. They aren't supposed to wake up at two in the morning to break into a building just so she can have some midnight fun.
Y/n hasn't dated anyone in a long while, but the fear of her doing so is raw and harsh for me. Afraid that I'll have to pick up the pieces again, repair her and not kill that guy that broke her down yet again. I just wish.
I wish that she be smart enough to see that she has an amazing guy standing right next to her already. There's no need to go searching through the pit of bad guys, or guys that just want her body for sex.
I don't want those things right now... I just want her heart, I want her beautiful mind. To realize that she isn't missing out because I'm already there for her.
Regardless of that, we had arrived at the old arcade building. Y/n pulled a bobby pin from her hair one that was already there in case she needed it. She was much the female version of macgyver.
Lock picking the front door wasn't that hard. But having Y/n over my shoulder only made me feel hot, it was a weird feeling. My body could feel her eyes tracing down my body.
Down my spine, it tingled. Back up to my neck. it was so strange. I wonder if this is how Y/n feels when my gaze gets stuck on her in school, or just when she's walking in front of me.
"Sammy, you brought the quarters right?" She questioned me as I shut the door after letting her walk in first. "Come on Y/n you know I always do," I said, locking the door just in case.
Going to machines first, she grasped m hand and pulled me with her. Her hands were so soft and warm. They were much smaller than mine. But you ever get that feeling where something is just right, I wonder if Y/n feels it too?
"Come on Sammy, please!" She said as I handed her the quarters for the stupidest game they had. Pac man. The game that Y/n had a strong love/hate relationship with. Her love for the design of the game, but her hate for how she could never get past my high score.
"Sammy go play a game before the sun comes up and we have to leave." She said turning her head slightly to glare at me. "No, Y/n I think I'll stay right here," I said with a cock tone.
"Yeah stay here and watch me fail."She said rolling her eyes before going back to the game. She tried four times before giving up and grabbing my hand once again leading me towards the ski ball area.
"Mr. Kay has really kicked up this area," I said looking at the different colored machines and how many he really did have. She looked around a raised eyebrow before opening my hand and taking the necessary number of quarters and starting a game.
Let me remind you we were doing this all in the dark. She giggled as the balls dispensed. She was thought just a second early causing her fingers to get in the way of the balls. "Shit." I turned around
"What? Did you... Are you okay?" I said stumbling across my words. "Yeah I'm fine Sammy, the balls just hit my fingers." She said as I held her hand in my own inspecting her fingers. Before kissing them all individually.
When I looked up she was blushing and smiling. My actions now processing in my head. "I'm so sorry, I didn't... I'm..." "Sammy it's okay, you know if I had a problem with something I'd most definitely tell you." She said patting my cheek gently, before going back to her game.
I felt so hot, so warm, so in love. Is that possible to fall in love with someone just by what they say. Because if so, that's what had just happened.
when Y/n had finished that game. I couldn't help but let my hands roam, they roamed up her back, up her spine, just behind her neck. "Sam? What?" She started to talk.
But I think she might have got lost in my eyes, or maybe in the moment. IOnce her eye met mine, I couldn't help but kiss her, bring her lips closer to me.
Y/n let me guiding her lips towards my own. She plump kissable lips towards me. She at this moment looked so beautiful, so perfect. The sun was starting to come in from the big glass-paned windows. It laid nicely across her face and her body.
Once our lips did finally meet. It felt like magic if that's even possible. Her hands coming up to grasp my face, mine falling down to her hips, pulling her closer to my body.
"Y/n" I breathed out, turning her in my grasp before I gently laid her down onto one of the used ski-ball machines. She moaned into our kiss, but unfortunately, there's a thing call air. And we both so desperately needed it.
We stayed in this position for a moment catching our breath, but not before we could get any further. The light of the building turned on, I was so dazed and stuck in the gaze of Y/n sweet eyes. I didn't hear the click of the old man's shoes against the tile floor.
"Excuse me?" I heard. In the slipt of a second, I was off of Y/n and standing, as if I had just been caught by my father. "I'm so sorry Mt. Kay. We'll be leaving now. I'm so sorry, please don't tell my father." I jumbled out, grabbing Y/n's hand to pull her up.
He took one look at Y/n and me. He smiled and spoke in a rather harsh voice. "I did feel like I had forgotten somethin' last night. You two are fine. I remember sneakin' away with my girl many years ago. And don't fear, Sammy I won't be tellin' anyone." Mr. Kay said waving us off.
I could feel Y/n's heartbeat in her hand. We walked out the front door, the sun beaming just over the peak of the trees. We walked in silence before Y/n spoke, "You know I thought that was going to worse than it did." She said, our hands still clasped together.
Her hair a wreck since I had run my hand through it while making out with her. "We finally got caught," I said, looking forward. The number of mixed emotions going on in my body right now was confusing the hell out of me.
"Sam?" She said. "Sam, what's going in your mind? I can see the steam pouring out of your ears." She said trying to make me laugh. "Sam please talk to me?" She said tugging on my hand.
"Y/n... I'm sorry." Her eyebrows bent inward. "What? You've.. Huh?" She said stopping in her spot. " I'm sorry that I just kiss you like that, and that we got caught."
She just smiled and rolled her eyes. "Stop apologizing, I liked you kissing me." She said stepping closer to me, a most likely dumbfounded expression. "Close your lips, and kiss me again Sammy." She said leaning in closer.
I hadn't thought that Y/n also was fallin' in love with me. Stupid teenager's minds. Getting caught, but loving the trouble we caused. "I think Sammy.. I think I love you. I think I've loved you for a long time now." Y/n said. I smiled and hummed in agreement.
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Completed on: 05/20/2021
Posted on: 05/21/2021
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hollyhomburg · 4 years ago
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can u show what happens after the snipts and i'm curious about the tae x reader, pretty please my heart is broken from that angst but the way you wrote is beautiful
here is the next part!
SANDCASTLES: SNIPPETS IN SEQUENCE (3) (YOONMINJOONSEOK X READER) (TAEHYUNG X READER) (OMEGAVERSE AU) 
TAGS: angst, unplanned pregnancy, depression, loneliness, BETA! taehyung x reader
W/c: 3.5k
A/n: here you go! here are the beta Taehyung parts, as well as what happens immediately after she leaves the alphas and Jimin. The next part will be about what happens to them in the wake of her leaving, and I will say this; the next part has some heavy tags so be sure to watch out for those. ALSO- TAE IS THE VILLAN OF THIS STORY, but the beginning with him isn’t bad. he will eventually betray the reader so be prepared! 
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- You cry yourself to sleep every night the first week in your new apartment. 
- It’s a nice place really, too nice- but your company had told you it was more than within your means when they booked it for you. and you can barely believe the first paycheck you get.  it has an extra bedroom and a kitchen with a retro-style but new appliances and molding on the ceiling in the old district, full of restaurants and coffee shops that you live off for the first few weeks. 
- You don’t have a bed frame yet, so your bed just sits on the carpeted floor.  Your boxes scattered around you, the one that holds some of your books acts as a nightstand.  Your new job isn’t that terrible- in fact they make every point to tell you how good it is to have someone capable fill the position, and how good you are at your job. 
- After so long it’s nice to feel appreciated. 
- You even make friends with two of the other women that work there, an omega female named Yeri, and an alpha female named Irene, who would have made you nervous if not for the mating mark clearly evident on her collar bone. 
- Despite the fact that they were slightly under you in the company, they both treated you, the new girl, with kindness. They even invited you to have lunch with them and get to know them on your second day and showed you around the company. 
- It wasn’t safe for an unmated omega in a new city they said, you ended up crying in the bathroom for a few hours after that- it used to be your dream to be marked by Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok, and for them to bear your and Jimin's mark. But now that dream could never come to fruition. 
- But they are kind- so kind. They don’t ask you where you came from or even if you have any family- keeping your conversations mostly on company gossip and pop culture. You end up going to see a movie with them in the second week. And by the end of the third, the three of you are the best of friends. 
- You’d never really had any friends that where girls- after all you’d always had Jimin, you’d never needed anyone else other than him until now. 
- You get a dresser and put your old phone (still turned off) in the top drawer once you get a company cellphone. You adjust well, your apartment overlooks a park and a small pond in the very middle of the bustling city. Your place of work is only 5 blocks away, and you find yourself enjoying your walk to work every morning. 
- But you’re miserable, you can't breathe in the smell of coffee without thinking of Yoongi and feeling sick to your stomach, every time you hear music you think of all the times both Jimin and Hoseok used to drag you to your feet to dance.  
- You cant even watch TV without your and Namjoon’s favorite documentary show coming on- or that drama you and Hoseok used to curl up and watch. - What’s more, is that it seems like you’re actually getting sick, your fever is raised and every time you go for lunch you end up vomiting it all back up a few minutes later. Even your favorite foods don’t stay down. you try to chalk it up to the stress of moving and being separated from your alphas (which has been known to happen in some omegas after they part with a pack, their instincts regecting their minds desire to stay away), but it seems like that's less the case the more time goes on. 
- It happens one day at work while you sit and eat your lunch with Yeri (Irene had a meeting during your usual lunch hour- but she told you not to wait for her). and you narrowly avoid vomiting on your new white blouse before you lean over and throw up your sandwich in the waste paper basket, a sudden wave of vomiting hits you so harshly that Yeri looks more than a little concerned. 
- After you assure her that yes- you’re going to the doctor soon about it, and yes you’ve been able to keep water down she gives you a final withering look before she offhandedly says, “fine just don’t go getting pregnant on me like Irene’s wife did- I swear now all the two of them ever want to do is watch baby TV and talk about their child’s poops.” 
- Throughout the rest of the day her words stick with you, and you end up going home at the end of the day only to pacing your apartment for a few hours,  before you head back out to the store to pick up a pregnancy test and some ice cream (because why not). 
- You pace around your small unfurnished living room as you wait for the stick to give you your results.You never expected to do this alone- in your mind someone was always here with you, you even expected to have all of them there. You wanted Jimin's hand on yours more than anything, you wanted to grow massive with him, and maybe raise your children together if you could. 
- You openly sob the stick comes back as positive, you pace around your apartment crying and thinking on your situation for the entirety of the night before you realize that you being pregnant does nothing to change your situation. this is the only time you strongly consider turning on your old phone. you didn’t know if there would even be messages waiting from you- probably from Jimin, but not from any of the others you’re sure. 
- Out of all of them- it has to be namjoon’s, you think back to the time in the kitchen, how your front was pressed to the granite, how it felt impersonal, how you’d sent the email for your job immediately after. that was probably the day you got pregnant. 
- the more you think about it, the more you're sure. you put your phone away and don’t turn it on. Why would they want you now? if anything this would only make them hate you more. they where good people, and they wouldn’t have let you do this alone, especially Jimin.  but They would resent being tied to a pregnant omega that they weren’t mated too or even in love with- that you were sure of. 
- you imagine it briefly, sure- you’d have them in your life, but only so far as your child would have a parent in Namjoon, and uncles in the rest. you imagine the awkward doctors visits, the offers to pay, needing to share your child between here and Seoul. whatever children they’d have one day with Jimin, would be cousins to yours, and whatever children he’d have with Namjoon. well- they’d have the love of all the alphas, not just Namjoon. and you don’t want your child to feel any less loved because of your mistakes. 
- So You’d have to raise your child alone, in a city that you barely knew. Without any support system. Sure your new friend were great but they were so new. So to distract yourself from your situation, the fact that you’re going to do all of this alone, and the fact that you left your baby’s father- You drown yourself in work, staying later than anyone else consistently, falling into your bed exhausted. 
- You go to your prenatal appointments alone, and when you start getting cravings, there’s no one to lean over to in the middle of the night and ask for chocolate sauce and watermelon, or barbecue mayonnaise and mac and cheese fries, you get up and do it yourself. 
- By week 5 of your pregnancy, your hormones have started to change enough that one day you walk into work and Yeri almost screams in happiness, congratulating you and jumping in your arms when she notices how your scent has changed. It’s only when she pulls back and sees your withdrawn sad expression that she says, “oh honey…” and Irene slaps her on the arm lightly as she tries to broach the topic of the father. They both know you live alone by now.
- you notify your boss, and you almost pass out when they offer you nearly 4 months of maternity leave. they seem determined to treat you well. it helps that your ceo is also an omega. 
- By about 12 weeks- you’re starting to show significantly enough that people on the train start to give you the priority seat when you were tight clothes. You show Enough that you begin to fiddle with your old phone again. You get close several times to turning it on-But in the end you never do. Preferring to leave it in the drawer of the nightstand next to your bed right next to the picture of them. 
- “You can do this, there are plenty of single omega parents, it’s not like it used to be” the doctor and the clinic that you go too for your prenatal appointments assures you when the other omega finally asks if they’ res a father or another mother in the picture. 
- And you’re not over what happened by any means but things slowly start to get better. 
- You don’t cry randomly as much, you start coming home earlier and going on walks- the doctor said it was good for the baby. On the weekends you go to this fresh fruit market, sometimes with Irene and her wife and child, making a day out of it. 
- And you enjoy the little child as he reaches up for your stomach, patting on it gently and slurring the words “baby out now!” that causes all of you to giggle and Irene’s wife apologizes- saying that their little Eun just loves babies more than anything. 
- Your life is nice, calm. There is a tense atmosphere in your apartment, though you do buy a few plants, and a few poster pictures to put on the white walls. slowly the space starts to feel like yours.  You paint the spare room the lightest shade of robins egg blue and add puffy white clouds to the walls with Yeri, giggling and laughing harder than you have in months as she accidentally splashes paint onto her face. 
- Your relationship with a kind and soft beta named Taehyung starts simply and in the most cliché way possible.
- You accidentally ran into him while coming home from the grocery store, your belly barely showing through a baggy sweatshirt. Two paper bags in either arm. One of the bags rips when he bumps into you. his other coming up to stop you from falling backward, his arm like iron, his hands digging into you to steady you. all of a sudden your whole body flush with warmth. 
- Tae is an absolute gentleman, picking up your weird assortment of food in his hands and walking the few blocks to your tiny apartment. you feel surprisingly safe with the stranger, your instincts have been in overdrive since your body started to adjust to your pregnancy, and they’re something about Tae’s scent that immediately settles your stomach. 
It goes surprisingly well, there is something so gentlemanly about his deep voice and his quiet smile that makes you feel so relaxed. His beta scent- the smell of clean laundry (beta’s always smelled clean) definitely has something to do with it. not his pretty jaw or his delicate style. 
- You invite him in for some iced tea and you spend a few minutes chatting, now that the bags not in front of your stomach, Tae can see why you seemed so unsteady on your feet. You expect it to scare him away- but he doesn’t mention you're obvious condition until he’s about to leave. Handing you a small slip of paper with his number on it. 
- He touches your shoulder softly. “I live in the area so If you ever need any help- please don’t hesitate to call me.” by now he has scented the room, know by the lack of a competing scent as well as the lack of a bite on your shoulder that you’re alone. that you don't have anyone. 
- You pin the number to the old fashion fridge and try to forget about it. After all, tae was more than a little flirty and you’re in no position to even want to date anyone right now. But when you finally call it’s more about needing help than wanting to see him. Though seeing him was an added bonus. 
- He helps you move your refrigerator after an important document falls behind it, the literal social security card that you can't reach or get at. And he’s sweaty sipping more of your ice tea when he says, “I hoped that when you finally called me it would be for a date and not to rescue your medical stuff behind your dusty fridge.”
- “You don’t want to date me tae,” you say, your hand hovering over your stomach. He looks at your tummy too, sicking in his lower lip. 
- “No I’m sure that I do” he says, taking your hand in his before he says softly, his warm brown eyes piercing into you as he looks through his black bangs “I don’t know what you’re dealing with, I don’t know who or what you’re running from, but trust me when I saw that I really, really want to take you out on a date- at least once.” 
- You relent and agree to go visit a night market with him- one of the hallmarks of this city that you hadn’t yet indulged in.He buys you ice cream and fried mac and cheese and doesn’t criticize you when you dunk your French fries in your chocolate Sunday. In fact, he joins in- letting you dunk one in his Oreo mango ice cream. 
- You listen to Tae talk about his job; you find out that he owns a pair of café’s the first one that he inherited from his grandmother, the second one that he opened last year after the first one did so well. Business is booming so much that he’s contemplating opening a third. the cafe is just between your apartment and your job, it’s no wonder that you never ran into him sooner. 
- You promise to come to try his berry macaroons that are apparently the best in town. He starts to talk about coffee but then a glance down to your stomach reminds him that you can’t have that- and he switches to boba tea
- You sit in the warm summer air listening to a live band before you go to walk along the river, the lights reflecting off the water like one of van Goh's paintings. You’re laughing at some joke Tae tells you when he leans over surprisingly and kisses you, you recoiled a little, more surprised than displeased. 
- “I’m sorry- you just looked so…. i’m sorry- I rushed you didn’t I, shit- y/n I’m so-” 
- “I don’t know what you want from me Tae,” you say gesturing to your stomach, he starts to look abashed and ashamed, but then relents at your soft expression “but if we’re going to see each other like that, then you have to know that I miss them.” You say softly while looking out at the water, your hand hovering over your swollen stomach.  
- “them?” he asks, looking surprised, you nod, “them.”  
- “And I’m not going to stop missing them, probably for a long while. I think I always will. And if you’re ok with that- if you don’t mind-” Tae reaches up, running a hand across your face and you find yourself leaning into his touch, its been so long since anyone’s touched you with any affection. Your body is so hungry, so needy for it.
- “I don’t care who else is in your heart, I only want a place in It.” Tae says after a moment. Leaning his forehead against yours.
- You and tae start casually seeing each other, you stop by his coffee shop most days before work, it’s a street off from your company’s main building, and Tae always has a bag of coffee cake or a plate full of raspberry tarts for you, he pushes away your money with a lopsided grin the makes your heart beat rapidly.  He even steps away during the busiest times to sit with you and just talk. 
- Sometimes he plops your feet up on his lap and massages your swollen ankles, his smiles sweeter than the pastries, not taking no for an answer until you’ve tried every kind the café offers at least twice because he wants to know which are your favorite. 
- One-night Taehyung finds your photo of all of them and your old cellphone in your dresser. And you're just trying to crack an egg into a pan when he comes out holding it. you almost drop the carton when he asks you who they are. 
- He sits you down and you start breathing heavily and tells you that you don’t need to tell him- he sends a concerned look at your stomach, and that it doesn't matter if it's going to make you upset. you don't mean to have a panic attack but really, turning around and seeing your...your boyfriend holding the picture of your baby daddy just suprised you. 
- tae looks like he honestly wants to know, So you launch into the story of your best friend who you’ve loved and will love until the day you die. Cradle to grave and all that. 
- Fuck you miss jimin so much. You miss them all, Hoseok, yoongi and Namjoon. He laughs like Namjoon did when you tell him childhood stories of you and jimin and listens eagerly as you tell him about your college experience and trying to stay away. 
- He’s a little quieter when he learns about the alpha’s that you love while you point at their faces in the picture and smile. He smiles a little though when you start listing off the things about them that you love. And he gets a little sadder when he realizes it will always be love- And not loved. 
- your love for them hasn’t faded. not in all these months apart. 
- He wishes you would move on from them. Wishes he was the only one who had ever made a home out of your heart. But he understands why you can’t- you’re carrying his child after all. The one with the gray hair in the photo, you tell him as much. 
- he touches the photograph softly, “I understand why you miss them so much- it must have been so nice having so many people to love you and to love them back.”
- “it really was.” 
- “I wish I was worth that” Taehyung says softly, his face downturned. You kiss away his worries, “you are tae- never think you’re not worth it- because you are.” he pulls you to him and kisses your forehead as his mind turns your words over in his head. 
- maybe your words have a double meaning, maybe maybe, runs through his head. And he shakes off thoughts of other omega’s and directs his attention to you. 
- “so are we going to eat dinner together or what? Should I call for takeout”
- But no matter where you go home too at night, no matter how good things are with Tae, you can’t help but think about Namjoon’s arms encircling your waist, about Yoongi’s quiet roll of his knuckles against your side in a silent hello.  
- About Hoseok’s sweet kisses and how he would take your hand in his and drag you up from wherever you were sitting to slow dance with you around your kitchen when you were sad, and how it would eventually devolve into giggles and awkward butt wiggles.
- Nothing like how it was when you left when Hoseok would barely look at you- and if he did even look at you, it would only be with disdain and anger so severe that it would make you shake.
- But most of all you miss Jimin, the way he would hang on Namjoon’s thighs while gripping yours, how when he would laugh he would throw himself onto your shoulder to hide his closed-eyed smile in your skin. the way you’d smell so much like each other you could hardly distinguish your scents anymore. 
- The first night you sleepover at Taehyung’s house you end up waking up in the middle of the night and reaching out for another set of arms. 
- Taehyung wakes up too you wearing his silk robe and crying on his balcony, where you went to hide your sobs, he runs his hands up and down your arms while talking to you quietly, saying that you should come inside. 
- That the cold is bad for the baby, and he’s right, you’re shaking like a leaf and your belly has grown so much in the past month. You’re nearly 5 months along- you’ve only known tae for a few months, but he already wants to tell you he loves you. He already loves you and the baby- it doesn’t matter that he’s not the father. 
- But what you don’t know is that at that moment, Jimin is doing the same thing, crying on a balcony, feeling unable to go back inside as he looks out over the view that the two of you used to love. He remembers how you would drag the alphas out onto the balcony to eat dinner or play a game or just sitting, talking as you looked at the city. 
- Because the apartment inside doesn’t feel like it used to- try as he might it doesn’t feel like home anymore, because you’re not there and everything is slowly falling apart- has been for months, and by now Jimin feels like he’s falling apart too. 
- It feels like he’s been watching a train wreck in slow motion since you left.
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(once again! this series will never be finished! just fyi!) 
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set-in-stardust · 3 years ago
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yooooo i'm back with babel album pt2 (i just realized i think i typed 1/2 in the last ask? i meant 1/3 i also want to do I Will Wait)
hopeless wanderer:
okay before the song lyrics i just want to bring up the guitar intensity on this one? after the bridge just before the chorus the guitar gets really intense- before it's calm and then it just goes dododo(etc) with a little stumble in the middle and honestly it just feels like w+w!mumbo's mind. i don't know why
but in the dark I have no name/so leave that click in my head
mumbo, both in canon and in w+w, is likened to a robot like the ones he creates. he sometimes just becomes the redstone guy, there to make sure everything's working fine (because why else would anyone care about him?)
don't hold a glass over the flame/don't let your heart grow cold/i will call you by name/i will share your road
is it just me who thinks that boatem suffer from burnout at different points? i think when this happens, impulse goes to see tango/zed (listen team z.i.t. is very nice), pearl goes to find gem to get some newcomer tea-time, and scar just finds jellie and wheels around the server talking to people he can find. then we have mumbo and grian, who isolate themselves to not let anyone see them down...
and hold me fast, hold me fast/'cause I'm a hopeless wanderer
does. does mumbo know what he's doing? he's getting wingmanned by scar just as much (as far as we know), but don't you think he maybe suffers with a little bit of self-consciousness with the flirting sometimes? thinks maybe he doesn't deserve it, grian's just doing it to get a laugh?
but do not tell me all is fine/when i lose my head, i lose my spine
gay panic and also self-depricating mumbo at the same time (:
and i will learn, i will learn to love the skies i'm under
heyy you know how mumbo's a redstoner who's surrounded by builders and so he's getting better at his own building (and also out of analysis mode, the armchair is hecking gorgeous i love it so much it may have been my second favorite part of boatem- the first being the boatem Pole itself)? and how he ends up looking for validation from anyone that will come by? i think mumbo took losing grian for those few chapters really reset his view of himself- as he's figuring out grian, he's figuring out himself.
part 3 soon (sorry D:)
~☁️
hopeless wanderer is such a favourite of mine. it was one of the first mumford and sons songs i heard and god, it definitely fits mumbo.
with the intensity on the guitar, i think it rlly takes you by surprise. it juxtaposes the majority of the rest of the album and seems a bit out of place (but they make it work, ofc). i think this matches mumbo pretty well. he seems like a calm, really put together guy, but then you start to see the lengths he's willing to go for his own personal convictions and curiosities. i.e. throwing Grian from the top of the world just to get an answer to a question he doesnt even know if he should be asking!
also absolutely with the hermits going to cool off for a bit from their burnout! grian and mumbo (w&w specifically) dont rlly take a lot of time to cool off, so hey, why not pair up and take a break together? it works out really well actually
"...thinks maybe he doesn't deserve it, grian's just doing it to get a laugh?"
heh... heh... no comment
and that last fucking line in ur analysis BROOO /pos thats completely the case. mumbo may seem like a loner at face value, but he really thrives off of others. hes becoming a builder like his friends, hes building a base with them, hes part of their team, etc.
loving this i saw the 3rd one come in as i was typing my response, gonna read now
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roguerogerss · 4 years ago
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A Long Day of Saving Your Ass
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader
Plot: “Hi darlin! If you’re still taking requests could you do a Bucky x reader where she gets her ass saved from literal death by Bucky during a mission and she refuses to leave his side on the way back or at the tower? And he gives her a back/foot massage to make her nerves calm down aaand they may or may not share a kiss bc they like each other? I hope that makes sense, tysm! 💞” - requested by anon
W/C: 2.3k
Warnings: mentions of fights/blood/kinda ptsd but not really? she’s pretty much just really shaken up and Bucky’s cute and protective as hell about it. also kinda sexual themes towards the end, no smut or anything though it’s all fluff!
(A/N: first of all, thank you so much for all of the love on my last fic, it really really does mean the world and that was just totally insane. okay, so, this request only came in yesterday, but I was so in love with the concept and had this wave of ideas for what I could write, and so here it is! thank you so much for this one, bby! as always, requests are open for any marvel boy you want, plus any of the stranger things boys. i do smut too hehe. any feedback is so welcome and appreciated, it really helps! please like and reblog!)
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The quinjet was ready to take off, engine on, Steve behind the wheel. But Y/N wasn't there yet. They'd been holding off on leaving, giving her time to get out and the opportunity to do it without help, but Bucky had been antsy since he'd gotten on the vehicle and realised that she wasn't there.
It wasn't exactly a secret that he liked her, in a way that he hadn't really liked anyone in over seventy years. He'd never admitted it to anyone, not even to himself out loud, but you have to have a certain level of intelligence and basic sight to join the Avengers in the first place, and it wasn't hard to figure out.
Y/N was oblivious to it, rolling her eyes whenever Natasha teased her about 'Bucky's little crush', never taking it seriously. If she'd known that they were really serious about it, she wouldn't have hesitated to make a move. She was inherently forward, had no sense of shame whatsoever, it was common knowledge that she would've said something, at the very least.
"Hey, Y/N, where are you right now?" Bucky spoke into the intercoms, earning wide eyed glances from the rest of the team. They knew that she hated being rushed, hated being babied even more, and the fact that Bucky was doing both was probably about to blow up in all of their faces.
There were obvious sounds of struggle on her end as she answered back with a grunt, "South side, got ten guys on my case. Think I can handle it, though."
"We're ready to leave, Y/N." Bucky grunted, leaning forward in his seat and chewing at his lip. He was met back with a crash and a strangled groan from the assassin, making him shoot up and towards the exit of the ship.
"Bucky, where are you going? She'll kill you if you try to help her-" Tony was standing now, too, worried about his teammate, but figuring that she'd find some way out. Bucky shook his head and pressed the button to open the escape hatch.
"She's going to die if I don't help her, Stark. Keep the engine running, we'll be back in a second." And he was gone with that. Steve closed the hatch, radioing to Bucky to 'keep in touch' as he did so.
Bucky pulled his machine gun from the holster on his back, shooting two guards that were stationed at the front entrance of the Hydra base that they'd sneakily infiltrated, managing to only cause a few minor scenes. He was inside and backed against a wall, scoping out his route to the south side of the building, without wasting a second.
His feet pounded on the metal stairs as he made his way down to where they'd been earlier, where he knew that Y/N still was, and he looked around himself cautiously, gears in his arm turning.
He could hear the fight before he could see it, and he could tell from the noises that Y/N wasn't doing so well. A lot of crashing, thuds, groans mostly from her. The sight wasn't exactly easy to look at either, she was covered in blood, slumped against a wall and kicking her legs wildly while one of the agents held a gun to her temple.
Bucky knew that he had to act fast, and so he shot the agent with the gun without giving away his position, and then proceeded to open fire on the rest of them, trusting in the fact that Y/N knew how to dodge a bullet.
When he was sure that the agents were dead, each one of them crumpled in heaps on the floor, he slung his gun back over his shoulder and ran for Y/N, who let out a relieved sigh upon seeing Bucky. "Oh my God, Buck." She whispered. She wasn't sure what she meant by the words, what she wanted to convey in them, but he seemed to pick up just fine as he wrapped his arms around her shaking and compacted body.
"You're okay, I've got you." He rested his head on top of hers for a second, breathing heavy, just allowing himself to enjoy how it felt to have his body draped over hers. "We've gotta go, okay?"
"I can't run." She said assertively, knowing that there was no way that she'd be able to get up and run like hell, like Bucky seemingly wanted her to. He nodded once, gave her an apologetic smile, and then scooped her up into his arms without another word.
She scrambled to grip onto his black jacket, a gasp leaving her mouth as he picked her up from the floor, flesh arm supporting the backs of her knees and the metal one around her shoulders. He chuckled at her reaction, the way that she white-knuckled the leather of his combat jacket. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna drop you."
"How do you expect me to believe that?" She croaked, trying her hardest to be her usual, sardonic self, but failing miserably as she realised just how fast and hard her heart was beating.
"Because I just saved you from at least ten guys who wanted to kill you within a minute, I'm not dropping you." Bucky replied as he ascended the stairs and she buried her face in his chest, the smell of his cologne relaxing her. He allowed a soft smile to cross his face, bringing his metal hand to her head and almost rocking her like an infant or a small child who had a nightmare.
For Tony saying that she hated being 'babied', she seemed to enjoy it when it was coming from Bucky.
They were back at the ship within a few minutes. Steve had taken off, and Bucky had gone to sit in the back of the ship on his own. Or at least, he'd wanted to sit in the back of the ship on his own, but Y/N was so shaken up and had looked at him like she was a lost puppy when he'd tried to leave her alone, and so he smiled and told her to come with him.
Everyone else had looked between themselves, grinning like mad. "He really likes her." Steve commented and Natasha nodded.
"She really likes him, I'm well aware of that fact." She said.
"I've never seen The Winter Soldier so caring. And, was that - sorry if this seems outlandish - a smile? On Bucky Barnes' face? Surely not." Tony pitched in, leaning back in his chair while his friends laughed.
Meanwhile, Y/N was curled up in a chair, chewing at her fingernails and dabbing at her bloody face with a wet cloth that Bruce had given her the second that she'd gotten on the ship. Bucky watched her, his heart breaking at the way that her hands shook as she brought them to her face, at the way that her entire body shook.
"Hey." He placed a tender and soothing hand on her back, rubbing gentle circles there. "It's okay, you're safe now."
She gave him a wobbly smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and placed her hand over his, allowing him to interlock their fingers. "Yeah. Safe now."
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She still hadn't left his side, apart from briefly so that she could take a shower. He'd offered to come back to her room with her when she'd hovered around the lounge while everyone else had already dispersed, reminding her that no one was going to hurt her.
She was laying on her bed, hair wet and wearing nothing but a big shirt, while Bucky sat awkwardly on the edge of it, twisting the sheets between his fingers. "You don't have to sit there, you know. I have a sofa, or you can sit back."
Bucky shook his head and looked round at her, she was still visibly shaking, eyes darting around to show just how on edge she was. "It's fine, darlin'. M'fine." His voice was more ragged than he'd expected it to be. "I'm just here to make sure that you're okay."
"Well," She held her arms out, "Come here, that'd make me feel okay." It was a bold move, one that told of her feelings towards Bucky, but she didn't mind much, figuring that he probably wouldn't decline her.
He chuckled, shaking his head at her, but still, kicked his boots off and lay down next to her, allowing her to wrap her arms tightly around his torso and press her cheek over his heart. "Hey, you're okay, sweetheart." He stroked her hair. "There's nothing to be on edge about, yeah? I've got you."
"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Sorry, I don't know why I'm so freaked out." Her breathing was picking back up again, so Bucky shushed her and pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, something that drove the butterflies in her stomach wild.
"It's okay, baby." The nickname just added to the way that her stomach fluttered, and she swallowed hard to try to forget about it. "Hey, how about I do something that'll relax you, yeah?"
"And what would that be, Barnes?" She smirked mischievously and he laughed at her.
"Lay on your stomach." He removed his arm from around her shoulders, and she looked at him with one eyebrow raised, obviously thinking that he was implying something way more forward than what he was actually implying. "Woah, no, no, no. I give good back massages, metal arm and all."
She laughed, throwing her head back into the pillows at the headboard of her bed. "Oh my God, Bucky. I hate you so much." She breathed out, flipping over so that she was laying on her stomach, back exposed to him.
"Can I pull your shirt up, or?" Bucky whispered, running his hands up and down the back of her t-shirt, and she nodded.
His breath hitched in his throat and he found himself struggling to think straight when he lifted the hem of her large shirt, to show that she was only wearing a pair of black panties underneath. She didn't seem to mind, so he didn't mention it, even though his breathing was hindered as he trailed his hands from the small of her back to her shoulders, thumbs rubbing circles as he did so.
She sighed and could've sworn that her eyes rolled back into her head as she relaxed into his touch, one hand cold and the other warm. She understood what he meant when he said that he was good at giving back massages.
"Feel okay?" He asked softly, swallowing hard. She nodded again.
"My God, Bucky, feels fucking amazing." She moaned, and he hated himself when his stomach flipped upon hearing her. "You're so good at that."
He had to stop when she said that, hands still on her shoulders but unmoving, just sitting still. He couldn't think about anything else other than sex when she was moaning like that, something that he wanted to punch himself for. It was such a tender moment, she was scared and so vulnerable, and all that was going through his brain were those thoughts.
"You okay?" She asked, and when he didn't answer she flipped back over, sitting in front of him. He looked like he'd seen a ghost as his tongue darted out to lick over his bottom lip. She reached a hand out, caressing his cheek gently to bring him back to reality. "Bucky?"
"Can I kiss you?" The words were leaving his mouth before he even knew what to do with them, what they meant and how she'd react. As soon as he realised what he'd said, he had his face in his hands, shaking his head. "Shit, sorry."
"No. No, Bucky, don't apologise. Look at me." She wrapped her fingers around his wrist, prying his hands away from his face. "Yes. Of course you can kiss me."
He furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if what she'd just said was real. She was looking into his eyes so intently, staring at the light blue rings around his pupils, realising how pretty they really were now that she was this close. "Kiss me." She whispered, and Bucky took no hesitation in complying to what she was asking of him.
His lips were on hers, and they were so gentle and soft, gliding against hers effortlessly. He pulled her closer to him with a hand on her back, the other cupping her cheek lovingly. His tongue had soon slipped between her lips, earning a soft little whine from her, as his tongue met hers and they worked out how to move them together in harmony.
She eventually pulled back, breathless, and simply grinned at him before laying back and pulling him with her. They resumed their earlier position, her arms wrapped firmly around his waist, his arm around her shoulders, her head on his chest while his hand stroked her hair. "Relaxed?" He laughed and she smiled and nodded.
"I'll get goin', it's late and you look tired, princess." Another nickname, another flourish from the butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Just as Bucky was getting up to leave, she grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him back to her, snuggling back up to his chest.
"Stay. Please."
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His || K.TH
Pairing : Kim Taehyung X Reader
Genre :  fluff, i2l ( idiots to lovers), somewhat of a smut undercut but no actual smut
Summary : Taehyung fell in love with you the moment you saved him from the shit excuse of a hybrid 'sanctuary', but it takes jealousy to actually get to talk about it with you.
Wordcount: 1.8k
[ A/N: So there was a Quotev reader who had a story suggestion for a wolf hybrid Tae, I decided to make ut into a one shot instead and instead of Wolf hybrid Tae, I decided on Alaskan Noble Companion Dog Tae. Anyway, enjoy!]
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Taehyung's pointy black wolf like ears twitched on top of his his dyed blonde head due to all the sounds around him.
It was currently almost 2 A.M., and he had woken up to the movement around him.
Which was weird, it was usually completely quiet in the 'sanctuary' around this time. However, there was currently an unnerving amount of different sounds around him. And even tough he couldn't see anyone, he could almost feel the tension.
" What about this one?" A femine voice sounded outside the metal door he was hidden behind.
Who was at the sanctuary at this time? 
His ears went back in caution as he sat up on his bed, ready to pounce at whoever would enter his room.
" He's a little.... I don't know. But every time I see him, he's growling at us." He recognised the voice of this guy as someone who worked in the sanctuary, he'd never talked to him before, but he does recognise his voice.
A genuine chuckle left the your lips, as if it's funny.
" That's probably because you work here. Okay! Fella on the other side of this room, step back cause we're about to blow it!" Your voice sounded, and Taehyung listened, even tough he was confused.
His tail wagged softly behind him in curiosity.
" You better cover your ears!" You yelled before a beeping sound was heard.
At first the beeping was soft and even, but after a few seconds it was just a flat screaming line, and before he knew it the door was blown up.
Where the door used to stand was now one big hole, and he could see how his neighbor, a black jaguar hybrid by the name of Yoongi, was also let out of a big hole instead of a door.
" See! I told you it'd work!" You yelled to the sanctuary worker, who smiled and nodded.
Taehyung growled at the worker, who was in his uniform, probably because he had the night shift.
" You can go. I'll take it from here." You told him, now serious, as you faced Taehyung.
The worker nodded and walked away, off to help the other hybrids out.
Taehyung eyed the pair of tweezers and scalpel in your hand warily.
You took a look at it too before openly showcasing it to him.
" Yeah, I know. I seem like a mentally unstable person whose going to kill you. But we need to get your tracker out. Do you mind?" You asked.
Taehyung was surprised to say the least, never had a human asked him if he was okay with what they'll do to him.
He wordlessly shook his head, unable to form a sentence.
You smiled thankfully at him.
" Turn around please. Your tracker is in your left shoulder blade. They put it there so you can't like, scratch it out or something." You instructed him.
He nodded, and took his shirt of with it, that way you had easier access to his back.
" Thank you. What's your name?" You asked him, trying not to let your hands wander over the bruises adoring his back.
" Taehyung." He answered, His voice deep and husky.
" Nice to meet you, Taehyung. I'm Y/N. Also a fair warning, this'll hurt." You warned him before pushing the scapel into his skin.
Taehyung sucked in his breath from the pain, but didn't move. 
" W-what would you have done if I hadn't wanted you to cut it out?" Taehyung asked after a moment.
" We'd try to create a malfunction in it trough the laptop. But that'd be way riskier and overall not nice. Or we'd take it out on location. " You said as you pushed his tracker out.
Taehyung didn't say anything as you pulled something out of him.
" There. Now off you go. There's a bus outside, they'll take you to safety. We'll stitch you up once we're at base. Oh, and throw your tracker in the river." You told him as you handed him his tracker, a small black object which looked a lot like a phone's chipcard.
" Wait- Where are you going? What about you?" Taehyung asked, suddenly overcome with concern.
" I'm going to help the other hybrids out." You told him before turning away and walking down the hall.
Taehyung decided to follow you. Not all the hybrids in here are safe to approach after all, and you're saving him, he should maybe save you too.
That's how Taehyung met you, and he couldn't have been happier.
You were part of a Hybrid Activist group, you were the Med guy in the team, taking out hybrid their trackers and patching them up when needed.
After helping him break out, he's decided to stay with you. You were fine with that, and treated him more like a person than pet, unlike how most people treat hybrids.
It's now six months later, and Taehyung feels grumpy as he watches you and the new hybrid that came in around a week ago.
The two of you were right now at the Hybrid Sanctuary where you worked at, and you were working hard as always. Whenether it'd be to care for the little ones or to care for the elder ones, you never seemed to mind their requests.
It wasn't that he didn't like the new rabbit hybrid, the guy was actually pretty cool and all. It was more that the rabbit was more often than not a little too comfortable around you for his liking. 
Like right now for example, you only sat down a moment ago to rest and the hybrid was once again glued to your side.
Taehyung's jealousy grew as he watched your hand move into the hybrid's hair, your fingers probably scratching the base of his ears.
It did seem very comfortable. Would it feel nice if you'd pet his ears too?
Even tough you two lived together, you had never pet Taehyung like that. The most you've done is run your fingers trough his hair when he was tired.
Your gaze suddenly spotted Taehyung's intimidating one, and you smiled at him, seemingly unbothered by the intensity of his eyes.
He gave you a small smile back in response before it turned into a scowl again as the hybrid at your side nuzzled his head into your neck, probably scenting you.
If he was younger, Taehyung wouldn't have minded, he knew that the younger hybrids often did it to get your scent on them, something hybrid parents usually did by their children as it made them feel safer. However, this guy was only two years younger than him, so he obviously knew what he was doing. And you're not stupid, you probably did too. He did not like that one bit, you were his after all. Altough he never said it out loud, he tough that you probably knew that.
Or maybe not, He tough as he glared at the two of you.
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" Okay, tell me. What's wrong?" You asked Taehyung as you sat down beside him on the couch in your home.
He's been acting weird all afternoon, glaring at you for no reason and ever since you've been home he's been quiet.
" Nothing." He huffed, crossing his arms and looking at the tv, which wasn't even on.
" Tae." You sighed.
He made an acknowledging sound in response.
" C'mon. Tell me what's wrong. I can't smell emotions y'know?" You said, softly brushing some hair from his cheek.
" Why do you let that rabbit hybrid do whatever he wants?" He suddenly asked.
" What?" You asked confused.
" You know a lot about hybrids, why do you let him scent you? You're not his to scent." Taehyung grumbled, now facing you.
You blinked.
" He feels safe around me, I didn't think anyone would mind." You shrugged, now realizing that there indeed is someone who minds.
" I mind." He grumbled.
" I get that now yeah. Why do you even get jealous? You don't seem to care when one of the youngers scent me." You told him.
" They do that because they see you as a mother figure of some sort. Jungkook did it because he sees you as his 'girlfriend' or something." He said.
" Well, it's not like I am tough. I'm sure he knows that I'm single and-"
" You're not single." He cut you off.
" Sorry?" You asked him perplexed.
" I tough we were a thing?" He asked.
" What made you think that?" You asked him.
" The days of my rut." He andwered bluntly and honestly.
Your cheeks went pink at his answer. You had indeed helped him out in his rut, he didn't trust anyone else. But after those days everything had gone back to how it was before, so you tough that he didn't want you as a girlfriend.
" I pleased you for days. What makes you think I would want to touch anyone else or that we're nothing more than friends? I tough we crossed the line that day." He asked concerned.
" I- I don't know. Everything just went back to how things were before your rut, so I tough that you didn't want me like that." You said, avoiding his gaze as the loose thread of the couch was suddenly more interesting.
Taehyung shuffled closer to you, throwing his arm around you and softly kissing your forehead.
" Why would I not want you like that? I just tough that you weren't into skinship as much. You never pet my ears like you pet the rabbit's either." Taehyung said as he leaned his head under your chin, scenting you.
" Sorry." You wishpered.
Taehyung didn't say anything in response, instead grabbing your hand and dropping it ontop of his head.
You smiled but didn't say anything in response, simply complying to his silent wish.
Taehyung's tail wagged as he leaned his head into your hand, your hands were just as good as he imagined.
" Just to be clear, we're now a couple right?" Taehyung asked as he looked at you trough his piercing eyes.
You smiled and nodded, pecking him on the lips.
" Hell yeah we are."
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