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neiptune · 7 months ago

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just her color

cw: 2.7 wc, female reader, violence, gore, it gets pretty descriptive, slightly nsfw (y'all have sex lol), dark academia(ish) setting

“A girl has been found dead on campus” Jean’s brows are furrowed as he skims through his twitter timeline “shit, I think I know who she is?”

“What?” Sasha straightens up in her seat, iced latte promptly put down. The table grows silent, you’ve grabbed Jean’s wrist to peek at his screen in disbelief. Someone dying at your college, the most boring place on earth, is difficult to believe.

“Holy shit” you let go of your friend’s wrist and meet Sasha’s gaze “it’s Yuki. Remember? She used to be in our history class”

She opens her mouth in a small “o”, realization freezing her surprised features.

“Nakamura Yuki?” Eren’s breath catches in his throat “that’s impossible, I literally saw her last week. Didn’t she tutor students with you, ‘Min?”

“Yeah but that was last year” Armin shakes his head “what the hell happened? From what I remember she didn’t care for parties or weird companies”

“Not sure, they’re jut saying she’s been found outside her dorm” Jean puts away his phone with a grim look on his face, cappuccino long forgotten. Connie used to have a crush on that girl, he hopes to find him before he has the chance to get the news from social media.

“Do you guys think it was an accident?” all pigment seems to have been sucked out of Eren’s face and you instinctively push back some of the hair from his forehead.

“An accident? What d’you mean?” you tilt your head to the side, pose the question carefully weighing each word.

“I don’t know. Alcohol poisoning? Maybe someone spiked her drink?”

A shudder teases your spine, almost makes you retract your hand. “So you’re saying… someone did it?”

“Not on purpose. I’m just speculating”

“Why?” Sasha chimes in “stop it, it’s weird. If something’s off, the school is gonna tell us”

“Yeah, right, they definitely will” you scoff.

“Maybe it was like a heart attack” Armin seems unconvinced himself as he finishes his tea, surely gone cold by now.

“Sure, that sounds likely” you push back the mug containing your black coffee, suddenly nauseous “next time my parents ask how things are going up here, I’ll finally have the perfect answer. Oh, you’ll never guess the novelty: girls are being murdered on campus now!”

“No one’s been murdered” Eren is annoyed and eager to change the subject. Everyone else is too. You kinda get it: it’s weird that a girl you all somehow knew is suddenly dead, it’s even weirder that something so dreadful had to happen on your campus of all places.

On the slopes of mount Rokko, in Kobe, nothing really ever happens. You attend a private university that counts a few thousand students and an international exchange program that no one really ever applies to. Your professors like to call the insistution “Kobe’s best kept secret” but to you that’s just a pretentious way to present an old school with an even older set of rules that simply make your lives excruciatingly harder. No visits allowed except for graduations or special ceremonies, everyone is supposed to be in their rooms by 9:30 pm (as security keeps a record of students who are caught roaming in the corridors at night), no one is allowed to leave the building except for Sundays and even then if you don’t have your identity card with you, the chances that you’ll spend the night in the woods are pretty high because security doesn’t really give a shit.

But if they don’t mind leaving students locked outside for the night (it has happed), the appreciation for bribes runs equally high: it’s not uncommon among students to offer as much as ¥308,230 to buy their silence for a plethora of activities. Money is power even on top of mount Rokko and it can be used to secure sex, parties, drugs, alcohol, just like it does anywhere else.

Which is why everyone seems to be asking themselves the same question: who the hell used money to secure an assassination?

Soon after the finding and despite the rector’s efforts, Yuki’s picture was passed around in group chats and social media posts like a collectible card. Most senders had the decency to forward the blurred version of the photo but pretty much everyone saw the first, original variant, and the school couldn’t keep it a secret for a minute longer: a murder it was.

You spent the following days unable to get proper sleep, eyes wide open scanning the ceiling for the majority of the night, the image of that girl’s empty, horrified stare chasing you until dawn, pulse rapidly tapping against your skin at the thought. Sasha doesn’t speak of her nightmares but you’re sure they resemble your own dreams: one hand pointlessly closed around a pale throat slashed open, the dark halo of thin hair framing a face gone cold, liquid red lipstick smeared across lips like a macabre tribute to joker.

If few can get out of the school, basically no stranger can step foot inside. Which means, and every single female student is painfully aware of it, that they are sharing their campus with a killer.

You’ve all been moving in packs lately, no girl has been seen wandering around the school without her friends or boyfriend and you’re no exception: if Sasha is almost always escorted by Jean and Connie, Eren basically refuses to leave your side and has been staying the night more and more often.

“I know cops freak you out” he tries to keep the spirits high, indulges in some humor to ease part of the tension in your shoulders as the investigation unfolds and strangers search your dorm a million times.

“Pigs” you utter under your breath shortly before flashing a smile to one of the officers you pass by on your way to class “how dumb d’you have to be to be still groping in the dark? They’re clueless”

He shrugs, trying hard to suppress a smirk because what the hell, they’re only there because a girl has been murdered and it wouldn’t be appropriate to smile “they’ll never figure it out anyway”

You look up at him, confusion evident by the crease between your brows. Eren clears his throat.

“Everyone knows the school wants to handle this shit internally” he lowers his voice in a murmur “I wouldn’t be surprised if the rector was actually trying to get rid of them”

“What the fuck? Why would he do that? Parents are already freaking out, threatening to pick up their kids and cancel their enrollments, does the rector want to reign over an abandoned bulk of shitty old bricks?”

“How much did you look into those articles about our school that Armin sent us last year?” Eren tilts his head a little, an amused twitch of the lips indicating that he’s about to do the thing you hate the most: be a smartass.

“Not much” you stand defeated and your boyfriend grins.

“It’s not the first time someone’s died here, Gako has a pretty long history of secret societies that are believed to have performed some fucked up initiations. It’s mainly why we don’t have them anymore, at least officially. The degree of independence from the rectorate was pretty high, they essentially had an agreement: vivit et vivet”.

“What?” your brows furrow, skeptical. Eren basks in your confusion.

“Live and let live. Keep your nose out of our business and we’ll do our best to stay discreet”

You refrain from asking where the fuck he even learned latin as a more urgent question arises. “But why would the rectorate even agree?”

“Those students came from some of the richest, most influential families of the Taisho era. Gako cares a lot about history and tradition and…”

“Prestige”

Eren nods.

“They kept the money flowing and the name shining. Those societies were Gako, I bet our current rector himself is an ex member of the Cauda Venenum or whatever the fuck it was”

There’s a pause as the story sinks in, all the implications that single revelation could hold. “Wow. You seem to have really enjoyed those articles, Armin must’ve been thrilled”

He laughs a bit at that and shrugs, pulls you closer to his body, pretends not to notice the inkling shadow of suspicion quivering beneath the surface of your words.

You don’t point out that what happened to Yuki is far from resembling an initiation, nor you dwell on the main undertone of the entire conversation: if what Eren said is true, the case could very well remain unsolved and the murderer would be allowed to roam free through the halls, perhaps for evermore. The mere thought sends a chill down your spine. Vivit et vivet.

The Yuki topic is banned from being discussed with Sasha, she gets nervous really easily and is already painfully on edge every single day. Despite Jean and Connie basically never leaving her side, you know part of her wishes she had a boyfriend to rely on or keep close at night, one that would pull her into him as she wakes up from those hellish nightmares, chest heaving painfully. That’s precisely why you don’t bring up Eren to her: not his weirdly cemented assumptions, not the fact that you want to keep your distance for at least a day or two. And so, as it often happens, Armin becomes the designated listener to all your bitching and moaning.

“He’s just being weird, I guess” you grumble over breakfast, a portion of blueberry pancakes covered in dense syrup “and I don’t know how to make it clear to him”

“How to make what clear to him?”

“That he’s giving me the creeps”

Your friend chuckles at that.

“I’m sure Eren’s simply as freaked out as everyone else, he’s just trying to make sense out of the whole thing. I do appreciate that at least someone went through the material I shared, though”

“I was plannin’ to” you protest “eventually”

“Sure you were” Armin rolls his eyes but there’s fondness in his resigned gaze.

A comfortable silence drapes over the two of you as you keep eating, the chatter floating around the mess hall reaches you like the rolling of heavy, long sea waves. There’s a storm raging outside, although not much can be seen from the stained glass windows that are closer to the vaulted ceilings than the long, wooden tables filled with students. The only real indicators are the distant rumbling of the thunder and a group of pupils who barged through the doors soaked from head to toe.

“I know you’re just as scared, y’know” Armin calmly cuts through the silence, eyes on his now empty plate “even if you always wanna act all tough”

“Yes, I’ll admit I’m slightly nervous at the idea that a murderer is currently wandering around our school and that our rector may very well be doing nothing to actually find said homicidal maniac” the words come out harsher than intended so you try to soften them around the edges “sorry, I just… it’s shitty. And I feel like I don’t get to complain because I have a boyfriend who is always making sure I’m not lonely or scared while…”

“Sasha doesn’t?”

Ugh, Armin. Ever the receptive empath.

You hang your head lower, shoulders hunched. He offers another one of his gentle smiles.

“A student has been found with her throat split open, on campus. I think you get a pass for being nervous about it, even if you have a boyfriend”

“Thank you, ‘Min” the smile you offer in exchange is probably not as sweet nor fully persuaded but you do truly appreciate his courtesy.

When you get back to your room at the end of a very long, tiring and unfortunately wet day (you 100% forgot to bring your just-in-case umbrella and thought running would be a safe, dry enough strategy to bolt from one class to the other), all you want is to kick off your muddy shoes, add some logs to the fireplace, take a piping hot shower and melt into the comfort of your bed. However, it’s not often you have the room all to yourself: Sasha is going to spend the night in Connie’s room, the only place in the entire school where she feels safe enough to get a good night sleep.

You decide to text Eren and ask him to come over. Although you never directly addressed your concerns or discomfort, he must’ve sensed the desire to keep to yourself for a few days and he’s been gracious enough to step back and grant some space. You don’t necessarily feel guilty about it but you’d lie if you said you didn’t miss him and his stupid, sometimes awfully inappropriate jokes. You’re in love with him after all, insufferably in love one could say (and Jean has before).

Eren is the one person you’d do everything for, the only man you could dedicate your entire life to. And it’s not just because he’s attractive, emotionally intelligent, a good friend and just generally a kind, good-hearted person. It’s because he loves you just as much, knows that you were made for each other, like a perfect match determined by a superior force, some higher power, a deity that held a flame to both your hearts and sealed your fate for all eternity. That’s how being in love with Eren feels.

That’s what you always think about when he fucks you into the mattress, as you moan as loud as he likes it, as you beg for him to go faster, harder, whenever he teases you with a painfully slow roll of the hips. He knows you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and, god, what never fails to send you over the edge each time is the thought that he adores belonging to you more than he enjoys owning you. You have him, all of him, and by god you’ll make sure that never changes.

Tonight, the thought of Yuki infiltrates your brain once more, no matter how much you work to keep it at bay. What did she feel while being slashed open? Did she die from damage to the trachea or the carotid arteries? The latter seems to be more likely, the blood vessels the run up each side of the neck will bleed profusely if severed and she did bleed a lot, probably ended up chocking on her own blood, right as the blood flow to the brain was compromised. Still, you hope her heart didn’t stop too quickly.

Most people believe that cutting a human’s throat is the same as slahing open an animal’s. But you’re not supposed to place the knife at right angle only to press and draw it across the skin: the best way is actually to find the soft spot below the junction of the jaw and the neck, position the point of the knife right there and thrust it in, gently guiding the blade along the bundle of neck cords until you reach the same soft spot on the opposite side. The correct location is not hard to find: tracing a finger back from the lower jawbone to the place where the bone turns upwards and then lowering it slightly is just enough.

You wonder if forensic pathologists have been allowed to take a look at the body, if the autopsy reported that a right handed person has firmly restrained the victim from behind despite no weapon having been recovered from the crime scene.

What a loss, ever the tragedy, a young and pretty life being severed so early on. She was lovely, especially with that little cherry lipstick she’d always carry around, the one that complimented her fair skin perfectly. You didn’t want her to bid farewell to this world with an ugly face, not when red looked so good on her. Burgundy was just her color.

Eren is showering when his phone, left on your nightstand, lights up.

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) hey!

(Aiko, 10:07 pm) working on that paper today was really fun :) wanna meet up again tomorrow?

(Aiko, 10:08 pm) this time I promise coffee is on me

Good grief.

There’s never really an end to the ladies you have to deal with, is there?

#eren x reader #eren x you #eren yeager x reader #eren yeager x you

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sxtvrns · 2 years ago

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to reunite and resolve

🎶 now playing: don’t grow up too fast - grentperez

P: Connor Murphy x Fem!Reader

S: You were the one of the only people he called a friend. He wanted to call you more than that.

W: mentions of drug use, smoking, anxiety, cursing, sexual content, spoilers, short

N: Basing this off of Mike Faist’s Connor Murphy, because his version of Connor the one I envisioned while writing this. Some information is taken from the book adaptation of the musical. In the book, Connor explains that he is some form of LGBTQ+, yet it is never specified; hints of this are being used in this fic. this is super short and kinda shit LMAO

please interact if you enjoy!

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When he first threw that printer in second grade, you were the first thing he saw out of the corner of his eye. Everyone… well, almost everyone, looked at him in horror, screams so loud they could be heard from down the hall, besides Jared Kleinman, who said that the whole facade was so cool.

Some kids ran, some kids took cover, but you stood there with your mouth hanging open, gaze switching between Mrs. G and Connor. And to think the only reason for this was because he didn’t get to be line leader that day.

He couldn’t tell what you thought of him after that. There wasn’t a single thought behind your face that could determine whether you thought he was cool or you thought he was insane. But he resorted to the worst— you thinking he was a crazy maniac who had a breakdown only because he didn’t get what he wanted that day.

But no, that wasn’t the case. He sat down under a tree during recess one day, and you just so happened to be lurking on the other side of it. You peeked out, looking at the book he was reading. “Is that The Little Prince?” You ask, startling him. “Yeah. Why?”

“It was a bit sad, but I liked it. Which part are you on?”

“The part where he dies.”

Awkward.

“I’ve read this book 5 times.”

“So it’s your favourite?” He shrugs. “One of them.” You sit down next to him, eyes skimming over the words on the page. “I don’t like Mrs. G very much. She always finds something wrong in my work and points it out to the class,” you start, staring at Mrs. G who’s talking to a teacher far across the playground. “I don’t think you should do it again, but I thought that was cool.”

“What was cool?”

“When you threw that printer. Was it heavy?” He shakes his head. “You’re strong! That’s even cooler!”

He shuts his book with a quiet thump. “Shouldn’t you be talking to Lily over there? Or… Jane?” You shrug. “I don’t really have a group of friends. I talk to them and we’re friendly with each other, but… they don’t like the things I like. I don’t know– it seems like on some days they don’t like me and then other days they do. Maybe I’m just scared of that.”

“You’re lucky the printer didn’t hit Mrs. G. You’re even luckier you didn’t get in big trouble. I think that you were angry and you didn’t mean to hurt anyone.” He’s surprised by how well you manage to read him. He didn’t even know how he felt himself. It was an overwhelming feeling of rage that any six year old would have when things didn’t go their way, just that he approached it in a way that no one would believe a six year old would be able to do.

“Do you wanna see the books I’m reading later? You can borrow them if you’d like.” Connor looks at you and that stupid hopeful expression on your face, reluctantly nodding. He wasn’t one to turn down a read. He’d gotten sick of the rose hunting prince anyways.

Most kids in your class would rather go for the toys and playmat while the library picked up dust. Connor watched you every time you went to the little library in your room to pick up a book, always leaning over to see what you were reading. You seemed like one of the only avid readers in your class, not dozing off or merely flipping pages for convenience during silent reading. You really took your time in absorbing what was on the pages; sometimes he witnessed you even shed a tear.

From there, the two of you became good friends. Every partner project, you two would pair up. Every gym class, you’d be on the same team. If anything involved pairs, it would always be the two of you together, to the point where people started joking that you two were dating. Of course, you always brushed it off, but Connor seemed to think otherwise.

At the time, he couldn’t put his finger on what exactly he felt about you. He felt safe, happy, content. He also felt compassionate, open, and endearing. But years later, only when he went to Hanover and was in his first relationship, dealing with a multitude of emotional troubles, was when he realized what those feelings were.

Connor’s head rested on Miguel’s chest as he exhaled a puff of smoke. “She read a lot, sometimes I went over to her place, she always stayed by my side even thought she was made fun of, we’d trade lunches–“ He’s cut off by the sound of his friend chuckling. “Wow, you must’ve really liked her.”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I don’t think I’ve heard any guy in our entire school talk about a girl… not sexually.”

“That’s because we were in elementary. I wasn’t perverted.”

“Still, you blabber about her with such purity. Like a girl you really did love, even if you only were in the seventh grade. She seems nice. If you ever find her again, you should introduce her to me.” In the words that Miguel put it in, he was finally able to understand why he got so much more nervous around you. Why he’d scold himself for doing something moronic in front of you, unless that something made you laugh; he’d let out an internal sigh of relief.

Why he tended to defend you if someone teased you. Why he’d freeze up when your arm would brush against his. Why he’d always overthink about what you thought of him, knowing that you’d never leave his side. Instead, he left yours. He could see the hurt in your eyes after he told you he was moving schools and it almost made him want to stay just for you.

But knowing his parents, they wouldn’t understand why he’d change his mind so last minute.

Sometimes he didn’t understand why you stayed by his side. He knew you were somewhat of a fragile person, but watched you desensitize to those comments over the years.

Connor feels guilty talking about an old undetermined crush with a boy he was on indefinite terms with, but Miguel didn’t seem to mind. “I guess I did like her.” He squeezes Miguel’s hand, suddenly overwhelmed with disappointment. “And now I’ll never be able to see her again.”

“Didn’t you say you went to her place for projects and stuff? Couldn’t you pay her a visit?”

“What if she moved?”

Miguel scoffs. “Highly doubt it. What comes here, stays here.”

The suggestion played on loop in Connor’s head every day, even contemplating actually paying a visit. Yet he never owned up to it, until he was expelled and moved to a new school. Again.

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You rest your head on the desk, ignoring the homework reminders being given to the class. You stare blankly at the teacher through your hair, another boy coming into view that you hadn’t seen before.

His hair was brown, curly, and nearly reached his shoulders. He had defining cheekbones and painted nails, dark clothes and a messenger bag. A new student. A new student that you couldn’t help but think looked familiar to you, until you heard his name.

Connor Murphy.

He sat down in front of you, putting his bag to the side and kicking it under his desk. You wanted to talk to him, but it seemed like he didn’t recognize you either. Was it really him? The Connor Murphy who you sat under trees with, reading books and arguing about your favourite characters? The Connor Murphy who barely passed 4th grade?

“Connor…” You mutter a bit too loud, his head turned to side eye you. “What?” He replies, almost aggressively, his stare dark and hardening. You couldn’t believe it was him. But really, how many other Connor Murphy’s could there be in suburban New York?

He begins to turn away until you begin speaking. “Do you still read The Little Prince?” This time, he fully turns to you, eyes wide and no longer dull. “How many times have you read it since I’ve talked to you under that tree?” You smile, and Connor swears his heart stops. Out of pure shock, not attraction.

“Y/N?” He asks, and you nod, his face lighting up with a small smile. “Holy shit…” He sighs, his reaction making you giggle.

You’ve changed. You stopped tying your hair up, you gained a pair of dark circles, and he could just feel maturity radiating from you somehow. At least, you were more mature than he was.

“Um, I don’t really have anyone to hang out with during lunch. Do you wanna catch up then?” You offer, his head tilting. “Why not now? Instead of working on that project of yours.” Your face drops. “There’s a project?” What project was he talking about? Was it– oh, it was the role model one. You finished it already.

“Lucky you don’t have to do it. If we present, we get extra credit. I’m not up for humiliation though.” He turns around fully, and your eyes are drawn to his hands, slim and a bit veiny. He adorned a bracelet and his nail polish was black. He played with his fingers almost nervously, his hands on your desk. “What have you been up to?”

“I picked up guitar. Um, I do some vocal stuff outside of school.”

“Like performances?”

You nod. “Different genres. Jazz, pop, R&B… I’m in a few groups.” He nods. “I didn’t know you could sing.”

“I never showed off when we were younger. I’ve been taking lessons for a while.”

“Maybe you could show me later. Y’know, outside of school.” He quips with a hoping smile. “Are you flirting with me, Murphy?” You ask, leaning forward slightly, his eyes moving from your chest back to your eyes. “Maybe.” You scoff, shoving away his face. “You’re a pervert now?” You laugh, but his smile slowly begins to disappear.

“Oh, I was joking, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that– I mean, no one’s perverted to their childhood best friend right?” You awkwardly laugh while he sighs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to look at you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Y/N, I was staring at your boobs.”

“Like a pervert?”

“For fuck’s sake, L/N, I am not a pervert.”

“Never said you were.”

You were provoking him. If it was another person doing the same thing, he’d have their head. Thrown something at them or given them a black eye. With you, it was all natural humour and jokes. He could brush it off without the need for bruising. The worst part was that you didn’t know you were aggravating him, with your cheeky smile and mischievous gaze.

Later that day, during lunch, you catch Connor off guard, leaning against a tree in the back of the school grounds where no one was, blowing out smoke. He tended to find solace in places where it was quiet and mostly alone. In high school, it was hard to find that kind of privacy, so you thought he’d be away and in the back where no one hung out, besides the drug dealers and porn magazine sellers.

“You smoke now?” You ask, him inhaling and letting out another puff. “I started a while ago. Keeps me sane.” He pulls it away from his mouth, contemplating. “I was gonna offer you some but, you sing now. I guess that comes in conflict.” How sweet of him to be so considerate. “Yeah. Wouldn’t wanna try it either way.”

You pause for a moment, watching him discard the joint. “How was Hanover?” You ask, a rush of memories overwhelming him all at once. “It was a fresh start. I liked it. I, um, made out with a dude? I don’t know, it was complicated.” You certainly didn’t expect that. “You had a boyfriend, then?”

“I dunno, we never specified on it. Complicated relationship.”

“How about girlfriends?” You hear him scoff. “You really think a guy that went to an all boys school would find a girlfriend?” You shrug, standing beside him. “I thought it was common for all boys and all girls schools to collaborate or host events together.”

“I don’t know if there were any collaborating events. I always skipped. Speaking of skipping, would you like to join me on a trip to Burger King instead of going to fifth and sixth?” You shouldn’t be surprised he’s skipping classes. He always joked about doing so in elementary, yet it never crossed your mind to contemplate if he was actually going to do so. “Unlike you, I actually care about my grades. You can come over if you’d like.”

“After years you still expect me to know the address?” He jokes. “I haven’t moved. I’ll text you.” You pull out your phone, opening your contacts app and letting him type in his number. He set his contact name as ‘C’, with a cigarette emoji next to it. “If you ever call me and that name pops up on my phone while I’m with my dad, he is going to kill me. Thinking I have a dealer or something.”

“Well, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

You text him the address, not seeing him for the rest of the school day. He frequently skipped classes, except for the classes you two had together. He came over many times, your dad eventually meeting him when he wasn’t rushing out the door for work.

Only… one particular visit caused something to happen with reasons unknown.

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You open the window, lighting some scented candles you found in the closet. Connor looked at his joint, inspecting it carefully, instead tossing it somewhere in his bag rather than lighting it, laying face up on your bed with a sigh.

The first time he was in your room, the first thing he asked was:

“Why the fuck is there sheet music everywhere?”

Which surprised you at first, mostly because you didn’t think he’d know what it was in the first place. He’d always smoke, mostly out the window, and you’d drench your room in air freshener afterwards so your dad wouldn’t know.

Connor was a very touchy person, especially when he was high. Sometimes he’d rest his head on your shoulder, his breath smelling of weed. Or on your lap, where his hair sometimes got trapped between your thighs. A hand on your leg, or on your thigh. You didn’t think of it at first, because it was Connor.

Though he took touchy to an extreme one day.

“Have you kissed anyone yet? Y’know, while I haven’t seen you.” You look up at him from your paper, amused. “Why are you asking?” He shakes his head, turning over and looking at you. “Oh, no, just wondering. So is that a no?” You sigh with a silent laugh. “No, I haven’t kissed anyone, Connor.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So you’re a virgin, then?”

“Connor, where is this coming from?”

“Do you know about the jocks constantly rambling about all the girls they have sex with?” He ignores your question with another question. “Yeah. It’s fucking annoying.” You scoff with a breathy laugh, taking a sip from your bottle. “You know they talk about you, right?”

You nearly spit out your water, saving the drops that fall from your mouth from falling onto your shorts. “Excuse me?” You say after swallowing. “Yeah. It’s all, ‘Bet 10 bucks I can bang her’ while they point at you. Or they go, ‘Jesus, wonder how much she can take’.”

“So I’m being objectified?” He nods slowly, looking up at you through his messy hair. “Unfortunately, yes. Want me to do something?”

“If it results in you getting suspended, no.”

“You sure? Those guys are dicks.”

“They’ll never believe us without any proof. And your reputation is bad enough already. I don’t want you to fall any more because of me.”

“Y/N, I’ll do anything for you.”

Those words make you pause and reflect. Was he high? No, because he tossed his joint in his bag anywhere. Even then, Connor would never say that for anyone. It seemed so out of character for him that you almost laughed.

“Are you high?”

“What?”

“I know damn well you wouldn’t do anything for anyone.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.” His gaze is stern, dark, and hard but also eager, glossy and hopeful. “I don’t know, maybe it is the weed I smoked twelve hours ago, but you’re really pretty. Sometimes I wonder how I managed to become friends with someone like you.”

“Someone like me?”

“Someone so pretty that doesn’t give a fuck about the fact I do drugs or the shit I’m dealing with. I really like you, Y/N. Always have. You didn’t single me out, you never left my side— you’re the one person in my fucked up life that makes me feel like I belong. That I matter.” Your childhood best friend, who’s now sitting up with a hand on your thigh, just confessed his undying love to you.

And you had to admit, the more you two started to hang out and reconnect, the more you started to develop something of an attraction to him. He never smiled at anyone but you, he didn’t push you away or glare at you; it was like he had a soft spot just for you, and it made you like him even more.

“I hope you aren’t gonna fuck me over. Y’know, if you don’t like me back.” His finger traces patterns on your thigh, the way his hand unknowingly rides up making your brain go haywire. “I’m… I, uh– I’m not.” He looks at you, for some reason, disappointed. “Should’ve known you didn’t. Forget this ever happened, then.”

“No, no! I like you! I really do like you, Connor. You’re charming and handsome and…” You hear him huff out a laugh, his face closing in on yours. “I know no one else thinks of me like that but you. You’re obsessed with me.”

“Could say the same for you, Murphy.”

His head tilts, his nose touching yours. “Wanna kiss you.” He mutters. You simply nod, inviting. “Okay.” You reply. He presses his lips to yours, feeling full and complete the moment you two meet. He can sense your confusion at first, but you managed to learn how to move with him quickly. Perks of being a fast learner.

He hovers on top of you on your bed, admiring you when he pulls away. His eyes shamelessly trail down from your face, to your chest, your stomach, your legs, his face cupped in your hands and pulling him towards you to kiss him again.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, the mood instantly erotic.

His hands are all over you. The back of your head, your shoulders, your waist, your hips, your thighs; he placed them wherever he could push you closer to him. When his mouth follows his hands to descend to your neck, you let out a soft whimper, panicking when you barely catch sight of the door.

“W-Wait.” You pant, nudging Connor for him to move to the side. You scramble off your bed, closing the window and the curtain and turning off the lights, going for the doorknob. “Thought you said your dad wasn’t home.” Connor says as you lock the door. “Never know when he will be.”

When you join him on the bed, his hands at the hem of your shirt, you stop him with a touch on his wrist. “Um, I don’t…”

“Oh, shit, did I go too far? I’m sorry–“

“No, no! I want it, I really do, but… you know...” He realized how nervous you were, remembering you haven’t done anything like this before. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, tucking your hair behind your ear. “You know I have. You trust me?” He asks, giving you doe eyes you’ve never seen before. You nod, emitting a chuckle from him. “Let me take care of you then.”

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Sex was one thing. Having sex with your best friend is another.

It’s either your dad stayed at work all night or he’s in grave danger, given you haven’t heard him scream out of pure horror, then yell at you first thing in the morning. You woke up unbothered, naked, and held by your best friend. Unless this whole thing changed your relationship.

Were you even friends anymore? Was this a friends with benefits thing now? But he practically confessed to you yesterday, unless he was high. But he didn’t smoke anything, and the room doesn’t smell that bad…

One thing is for sure: Connor Murphy knows how to fuck.

Maybe it was the fact that you were a complete virgin or that you did whatever he asked you to, but you swear you could still feel how you felt last night when he was in you.

Your head rests on his arm, wrapping around you and holding you close to him. The ends of his hair touch your own head, and you blow them out of the way. You can feel him move, and he groans, meaning you woke him up. You lean into him more, feeling his fingers lightly brush your side. You feel his head turn, his hair moving from your head.

“Hi.” He says, peering down at you. You look up at him, noticing his gaze. “Hi.”

He plants a kiss on your forehead, his fingers moving to brush through your hair. “I think I passed out after.” You say, hearing him chuckle. “You did. When I came back to clean up, you were nearly snoring.”

“Oh god, I snore?”

“Loudly.”

He notices you going silent, immediately worried. “I was just joking! Well, kind of, you snore, but not loudly. Not like a dad snore.” You giggle into the side of his arm, followed by a brief moment of silence. “What are we now?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t think friends confess their undying love for each other and tie it off with sex.”

He pauses, hearing quiet hums come from his mouth. “Can I be your boyfriend, then?” He feels you nod against his arm while you hum in response. “Yeah.” You get out from under the covers, going to stand up until a brief pain shoots up your legs.

Memories of the night before suddenly come rushing in. “Fuck those jocks, I’m the only one who can see you like this.” He said, after making a mess of you with only his fingers.

He really fucked you good last night.

You curse under your breath, legs weak as you stare at the scattered clothes on the ground, tossing your own into the laundry basket by your door. You grab a new change, turning around and noticing Connor staring at you the whole time, an expression you can’t make out.

“I was that good? Your legs are shaking.” You roll your eyes and throw his shirt at him after putting on a pair of shorts. “Shut up. A real boyfriend would help me and not make fun of me.” He fake pouts, getting out of bed and putting on his own clothes.

You turn on the TV downstairs, the morning news playing and showing the date as Friday.

Friday.

Shit.

You’re beyond late.

“Turns out there was a gas leak so there’s no school. That works out great for us.” Connor says as if he could read your mind. You hear the garage door open, meaning your dad had just come home from work. He enters the room, seeing both of you standing by the kitchen counter.

“Shouldn’t you two be at school?” Is the first thing your dad says, eyeing both of you. “Cancelled. Gas leak.” You feel Connor’s hand rest at your hip, wanting to swat it away but knowing your dad already saw it just by the look on his face. “Did he use protection? I know you’re on those pills, but–“

“Oh my god, yes, he did, look– can we talk about this later?” Your dad shrugs and nods before heading for the stairs, hearing Connor laugh beside you. “How did he know?” You panic, placing toast on both your plates. “Maybe he saw your legs shaking from there.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

You glare at him, giving him a brief kiss before bringing both your plates to the table. He quite literally does as you say, keeping quiet the entire time he eats his breakfast.

You should do that more often.

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You knew that Connor was a very mischievous person. He always has been.

He’d skip classes, casually threaten people as if it were nothing, smoke weed; he nearly flushed firecrackers down a toilet once. He didn’t go through with it because you told him not to.

He was also mischievous in terms of your relationship.

He let you leave hickeys wherever you saw fit, in places visible and invisible. You were more wary of it. He showed them off proudly; well, not really proudly, he just didn’t mind if people saw or stared at him with hanging jaws. He couldn’t be bothered to cover them— the only time he did care was when his family would point them out.

He’d sneak out and go to your place frequently; he always preferred your house over his, mostly because he felt like he had a parent he could actually tolerate (and love). If your dad were to ever barge in, he’d stare at Connor, then at you, then at Connor’s bag, and ask if he had protection before leaving and closing the door. Connor always said yes.

It was also a convenient reminder for you to lock your door anytime Connor was in your room, since most of the time nights would always end in sex.

You fumbled for your keys to unlock the front door, Connor’s lips on yours when you stumbled inside. You didn’t notice a bunch of men in the living room, including your dad, holding beer bottles and staring at you until you saw them out of the corner of your eye. “Welcome back. How was the party?” Your dad asks, as if he didn’t see the escapade between you and your boyfriend.

“It was shhh– It sucked. Yeah. It sucked. Hi.” You mutter the last part, eyes quickly dashing over everyone who’s attention is taken away from the game on the TV. “Um, we’re just gonna… yeah.” You drag Connor with you out of their sight and upstairs.

“Does he have–“

“Yes!”

You slam your door shut, locking it, seeing Connor visibly nervous. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Was the party too much?”

“A little bit. And then… your dad’s friends just staring at us. I don’t know– anxiety? This is a stupid thing to be worried about.” You sit down next to him, hugging him while rubbing his back. “Don’t worry about them, okay? They’ve probably done the same when they were younger.”

You feel him sigh into your shoulder, his voice muffled.

“Thank you.”

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don’t grow up too fast. don’t leave me in the past. as long as you never change who you are, i know in your heart i’m never far. 🎧

#connor murphy #connor murphy x reader #dear evan hansen #dear evan hansen musical #mike faist #fanfiction

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nagisa harem ask

ok so like a while ago (like a year maybe) i asked about what their reaction to hiromi would be, and you said some either intimidated by her or wouldnt like her. But what do you think would be hiromis opinion/impression of each of them? i imagine a mix of gushing over them or telling nagisa to leave the door open while theyre over lol

... So here's the thing, mods old buddy. I probably brought this up last year when this came up... Or something along these lines... But Hiromi... is a difficult character for me to muse about. (人◕ω◕) I'm not saying this to hurt your feelings or deny your Ask outright because I feel it may come from a place of "what do the parents think of the girlfriends" and I don't mind answering such a prompt. And do feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, if you are a fan of Hiromi.

... It's just... (人◕ω◕) Hiromi is one of those characters that I would have to make considerable effort in tweaking before I'm remotely comfortable musing about her. Obviously, I don't mind characters getting better. Heck, Nagisa loves his mom. Right or wrong, I don't presume to say that Nagisa shouldn't love his mother. In the end, it's his choice, and Nagisa is a rather love-starved child because of that rough situation at home.

But the way that the series portrays Hiromi... as I said last time, it didn't feel quite... earned for Nagisa's mom to remain with him. You can probably skim over Hiromi's obsession with his grades and the friends that Nagisa hangs out with, because all parents fret over that stuff to some degree...

But Hiromi... has some deep-seated issues to work out. They went hard on showing how abusive and violent Hiromi could be with Nagisa, and perhaps it's not like that everyday... But bear in mind Nagisa walks on eggshells around her. He literally blames himself for arguing with her when she was in a crappy mood, saying he should've tried earlier when she was "sunny".

On top of the abuse, the crossdressing, and going so far as to knock him out to take him back to the mountainside campus to burn it down....... This just feels very brushed aside when Nagisa finally stands up for himself and Koro-sensei takes them home. The fact this was all squeezed into one episode kinda bugged the tar out of me. Feels of the show be damned, someone needs to call CPS on this woman... XD

... What I'm trying to say is, I have firm grounds for why I'm uncomfortable musing about Hiromi. (人◕ω◕) I can dial back the aggressive motherhood routine and I would still feel slimy for leaving Nagisa alone with this woman... My good friend Vergil has a good habit of committing certain characters to therapy so they can be Better People, and I certainly don't mind that approach. Hiromi deserves the chance to be Better.

......... I just probably won't be writing for or musing about Hiromi anytime soon because of the hell she put Nagisa through. Jumping to the end of her rehabilitation would give me whiplash, and I just wouldn't have any answers for how she came to reflect on her attitude and actions. The show is rather flaky with how she just mellows out after one episode of... yeah... ^^;;; And don't get me wrong, I hear the manga has shown Hiromi a few times before her main chapter with Nagisa, so I know part of it is anime's condensed nature talking. It's just jarring to suddenly drop a character's bad traits without any idea of why they learned their lesson. The moment with Nagisa saving her and standing up to her was heartfelt, but the whole passing out and later waking up and having a cooler head... From a writer's perspective, I thought it was just for dramatic anime effect more than anything. If Hiromi was already considering her actions as overboard, or could be won over that easily, I would think that she would have taken Nagisa's constant withdrawn responses to her outbursts to heart way sooner than this. Even just as an afterthought kind of thing. But we see no proof that she saw past her desire to live a second life through Nagisa... It was just spooked into her from Nagisa showing his more assertive side...

Ugh. XD I'm sorry for waxing on for so long about this. But my overall point is that I don't really like how the show handled Hiromi, particularly her rehab (lack thereof). I prefer answering Asks when I'm fully committed to an answer and not just half-assing it.

So instead of giving you nothing here because I just don't ideas for Hiromi at the moment, I'll be proactive and supplant Hiromi's role with that of...

... Mr. K. Class Daddy Karasuma. \(人◕ω◕)/ Let's be real here: Nagisa and Mr. Karasuma are a lot alike. They're taciturn, serious; they care about friends, colleagues, classmates, students, etc.; they're both badass fighters (Mr. K's just more well-rounded while Nagisa is more snakelike); and of course, they're both rather oblivious to romance. (人◕ω◕) Even Mr. K on Valentine's Day... he figured Irina was just asking him out purely because of curiosity on how the higher-ups were planning to handle the Octopus.

... Although by the end of that episode, he certainly held nothing back in offering Irina to move into his home. (人◕ω◕) And he did wind up marrying Irina sometime within that 7-year timeskip. So Mr. K does have some experience in love... Which is good news for Nagisa, even if Mr. K is as awkward and straightfaced as him. (人◕��◕)

Basically all you need to know is that after committing Hiromi to a counselor... And also making sure she atoned for the previous years of child abuse... Mister Karasuma took Nagisa in. After all, they were still dealing with the mission to eliminate Koro-sensei - rather than assign the boy to a foster family while his mother gets sorely needed help, Karasuma offers Nagisa the adoptive arrangement between them regardless of how things pan out with his mother. It would just complicate matters to bring in a whole new family, keep them away from details about the global threat, and make sure Nagisa was safe and happy with that new family. After learning about Hiromi in-depth, he feels bad about Nagisa getting forced through the official channels like that. They might not be a straightforward father-son pair, but Karasuma is willing to try if Nagisa is. (人◕ω◕) On Nagisa's side, of course he's willing to trust Mister Karasuma. He also wants to hear about how his mom's rehab is going, and Mister K would be privy to that info. Nagisa agrees the arrangement is the easiest for everyone involved... And it also keeps him from possibly leaving Kunugigaoka if his new foster family lived too far away. Plus, he can get some more training while living under Mr. K's roof and learn a bit more about him. It's a win-win. (人◕ω◕)

... Going to live with his birth dad would have been his first choice, but Papa Karasuma doesn't feel so sure about leaving Nagisa with a dad who willingly left his son behind with a mother like Hiromi... Even if Nagisa chose to stay. So Papa Karasuma is a bit overprotective. And even Nagisa doesn't want to get his dad caught up in this mess with Koro-sensei. With his mom, he had every reason to sneak out at night. With his dad... He'd have to get more creative. (人◕ω◕) So, again. Going with Mr. K was the best of all worlds. (人◕ω◕)

So what are some of Papa Karasuma's impressions of Nagisa's, er... situation? With his love life? ....... (人◕ω◕)

It's certainly strange. Not common at all. Even knowing these girls as his students, Papa Karasuma is... a mild bit concerned about all the potential fallouts they might have if the polygamous relationship turns sour. (人◕ω◕) He sits down with Nagisa and each of his girls (individually, mind you - and this is after they've gotten into high school, so the threat to the Earth is dealt with) to make sure this is something they really want to pursue... They're young. They have plenty of time yet to find other guys. There's no rush.

... (人◕ω◕)

Let's just say the former E-Class has their own, er... je ne sais quoi. Erm... (人◕ω◕) They're really stubborn and determined when you push their buttons. And this seems to apply to romance, too. Mister Karasuma probably should have seen this coming. *shrugs* \(人◕ω◕)/

Even Nagisa says he wants this. So all Papa Karasuma can do is offer his blessing and wish them the best. .......... And keep surveillance of the situation, of course, just to be safe. Yes, "surveillance". It's probably what you're thinking. (人◕ω◕);;;

9. Hinano

Mr. K still isn't sure if this one is genuine or if it's a ploy to marry into the Karasuma family... (人◕ω◕);;; Hinano's a sweet girl, but she wasn't exactly subtle with her crush on Papa Karasuma back in E-Class. She and Nagisa seem to get along well. Papa Karasuma is 79% sure that he could leave Hinano alone with Nagisa without things getting too intimate yet. (人◕ω◕) That other 21% is... well... You see, sometimes Hinano looks over at Papa Karasuma while the kids are doing homework together with a curious sparkling glint in her eye. It's just a little bit...not necessarily worrisome, but Mr. K is definitely keeping an eye on the situation. You can rest assured. (人◕ω◕)

8. Hinata

Hinata's a nice girl, too. Sure, she can be blunt and she's often quick to anger... Thankfully that anger rarely gets directed Nagisa's way - and usually when it does, it's either a misunderstanding or just ironically comical situations getting out of hand with the other girls in the... harem. Mr. K is about 98% certain he can leave Hinata alone with Nagisa without things getting too intimate yet. The 2% is more of a formality than anything, because if Mister Karasuma has learned of anything in his line of work, there's almost never 100% certainty in anything. (人◕ω◕) The one thing Papa Karasuma has to make sure of is to lay some ground rules for the kids while they're in his home: The rule that mainly applies to Hinata is that she isn't allowed to pick up or throw furniture or heavy objects for any reason. If she breaks anything, she has to replace it. Nagisa isn't allowed to help her cover the expenses. (人◕ω◕) It's definitely helped Hinata to curb her anger... somewhat... At least while she's in the Karasuma household. (人◕ω◕) Once outside it... well... (人◕ω◕);;;

7. Ritsu

In a world where she's human, Mr. K acknowledges that Ritsu is a bright, cheerful, sweet girl. He has no problems with her dating Nagisa, he's well aware they're helping each other grow past their introverted natures. And Ritsu is also a good mentor for anything electronic-related, even Papa Karasuma picks up some things he hadn't before. ........... (人◕ω◕) Papa is... erm... 62% sure that he can leave Ritsu alone with Nagisa without things getting too intimate yet. Ritsu just has to follow a few simple rules, both at the Karasuma household and everywhere else. One, no lazing about in her underwear when Nagisa's around; this might be a tradition for her while she's holed up in her room, not getting dressed for going out, but Papa Karasuma rather insists that while she's outside her room, especially outside her home, Ritsu is to always be clothed. Always. (人◕ω◕);;; It can be t-shirt, shorts, pants, dresses, skirts... Ritsu must always have a top and a bottom to her outfits. No settling for just underwear. Two, Nagisa isn't allowed to be alone with Ritsu in her room. Not until they're married. Three, Ritsu isn't allowed to send...nudes...of any kind to Nagisa. Not until they're married. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;; Four, Ritsu isn't allowed to enter Nagisa's room by herself. ... Papa Karasuma has caught footage of the girl pilfering some of Nagisa's underwear. ... And squealing about it. That will not be happening again. There are reasons Mister K has 38% of doubts of leaving them alone together. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;;

6. Rinka

Rinka has to be one of Papa Karasuma's "favorites" among the girls interested in Nagisa. She's just as stoic and straight as an arrow like Papa Karasuma. And she's adopted this professional assistant type role even while she and Nagisa are still in school. (人◕ω◕) Mr. K is a healthy 98% positive he can leave Rinka alone with Nagisa without anything too intimate happening. She's a good egg. Diligent, hardworking, and fond of his boy. Papa Karasuma gives his seal of approval with this one. (人◕ω◕)

5. Yuzuki

Yuzuki isn't a bad girl by any stretch of the imagination. She's just... eccentric. (人◕ω◕) Makes far too many references that go over Papa Karasuma's head. He doesn't mind sitting down with Nagisa to watch some movies or anime, but Yuzuki definitely takes the viewings to astronomical levels with the piles of DVDs she'll bring and leave over at their place... Not to mention the piles and shelves of manga in Nagisa's room that are always getting swapped out for new material... Mr. K knows they're getting changed out because he has footage of Yuzuki sneaking in there when Nagisa's out. Thankfully she hasn't picked up habits from Ritsu... But that said, Papa Karasuma has laid a ground rule of no hentai for any of the harem until they're graduated from high school. (人◕ω◕) ... And preferably married. Papa K is a good 92% certain he can leave Yuzuki alone with Nagisa without anything too intimate going down... She's a quirky girl, but she's not horny... yet... (人◕ω◕)

4. Touka

Irina's pupil. Automatic 15% chance of leaving Touka alone with Nagisa ever... It doesn't help that the other girls are rather unnerved by Touka for fairly obvious reasons, such as how she likes to be so close to Nagisa all the time... Similar to Ritsu, Mr. K has laid out some clothes guidelines for Touka to follow - and these are to be followed in public and in private... Someone else in the harem must always be around Touka and Nagisa whenever they're alone; if it ever sounds like the clothes are coming off, or if they're getting too touchy-feely, they're to call Papa Karasuma right away. (人◕ω◕) Papa likes Touka well enough as a student and as a girlfriend for Nagisa, it's just that her insistence on remaining Irina's pupil has him rather defensive of his boy's chastity... (人◕ω◕) He can tell the other girls are relieved he's on the same page with them, and even Nagisa is grateful for the moderation. Papa Karasuma will keep his boy safe~ (人◕ω◕)

3. Yukiko

Another of Papa Karasuma's "favorites' among Nagisa's girls. (人◕ω◕) She's not as "professional" as Rinka, but Yukiko is a polite and formal girl. Rather addicted to her video games, and Mr. K doesn't mind having the occasional additional console brought over and plugged into their TV. She's a diligent student like Nagisa, and they're rather good for each other relationship-wise. They help one another feel more confident. (人◕ω◕) Papa Karasuma is 95% certain he can leave Yukiko alone with Nagisa without anything too intimate going down. They do get rather cozy sometimes snuggling together, but that's usually a call for an impromptu picture rather than separating them. (人◕ω◕) ... There are rare times where accidental touches in inappropriate places occur, but Mr. K has confirmed these are true accidents. They are just that... unlucky... ..........(人◕ω◕)

2. Rio

Papa Karasuma is 50% sure he can leave Rio alone with Nagisa without anything too intimate happening. (人◕ω◕) And a large chunk of those doubts have to do with Rio having already seen much of Nagisa naked because of the past incidents of crossdressing him. Incidents that Papa Karasuma has forced to stop, and Rio has willingly complied. (人◕ω◕) In essence, Rio seems rather confident she knows what they're... working with... on a physically intimate level. (人◕ω◕);;; Yet despite how flirtatious and teasing Rio can be, Mister K has found that Rio does have scruples when it comes to relationships. If Nagisa seems too uncomfortable she backs off. It's a great change from when she used to crossdress his boy, and Papa is content she's learned her lesson. (人◕ω◕) Nagisa and Rio are a good pair, have great chemistry with each other. Rio was the one most onboard with sharing in the beginning, so she has some of the best synergy with the other girls. ... Despite how she can get a little carried away with the teasing and innuendos. (人◕ω◕);;;;;;

Kaede

Another of Papa Karasuma's "favorites" among Nagisa's girls. (人◕ω◕) Her trust and loyalty in Nagisa is second to none, and while she's rather affectionate and touchy-feely... Mr. K is a good 90% certain he can leave Kaede alone with Nagisa without anything too intimate going down. (人◕ω◕) She's usually among the first of the bunch to notice when one of them went too far or said something insensitive, and insists on the offending party making reparations. Not that this loyalty to Nagisa hasn't garnered some...friction... with the other girls, but Kaede can usually play peacemaker just fine. There have been a few incidents where some of the more frustrated girls bring up the fact Kaede lied to them all way back in E-Class about who she was and how her "friendship" wasn't always so clear-cut... But despite these tense moments, Nagisa always gets them all to make up and cheer Kaede back up.

... The 10% of doubt comes from Kaede's rather...vocal... opinions on boobs, constant grumblings about her short and petite stature, and sometimes - sometimes - she gets a little too affectionate with Nagisa for Papa Karasuma's liking. (人◕ω◕) But it's usually something they nip in the bud without too much trouble. Thank God. (人◕ω◕)

#Assassination Classroom #Hiromi Shiota #Nagisa Shiota #Tadaomi Karasuma #Nagisa harem #Nagisa x Hinano #Nagisa x Hinata #Nagisa x Ritsu #Nagisa x Rinka #Nagisa x Yuzuki #Nagisa x Touka #Nagisa x Yukiko #Nagisa x Rio #Nagisa x Kaede

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sombraglaze · 7 months ago

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About me!

Hi! I would like to make friends on here at some point so I figured I should write an intro post ( ´ ▽ ` )/ main info in green, tags in pink and fandom tags in orange if you wanna skim it

You can call me Sombra!

pronouns are she/her (they/them is fine too)

I'm 25 years old

I speak both Spanish and English

I would love to learn more languages, I'm a linguistics nerd and conlanger after all! (๑>◡<๑)

I have a wordpress site where I post about my conlangs, worldbuilding projects, and resources for conlangers. Long posts have a table of contents and everything has tags so you can hopefully find what you're looking for easily.

Post frequency depends on how busy I am, but I try to schedule posts months in advance to go up on the 1st and 3rd friday of the month at 7pm Eastern Daylight Time. (sometimes also on the 5th friday of the month if there is one)

I'm a trans woman and a lesbiab 🏳️‍⚧️ I'm also taken! 💛

I'm very shy and kind of awkward, possibly neurodivergent in some way but not sure, but I want to come out of my shell a bit ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝

I'm also Totally Normal™ about this character LMFAO, Roxie Richter from Scott Pilgrim, I love the funny lesbiam, look at her ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝ that's also my profile pic, anyway, where were we? oh yeah, intro post... right

I mostly just reblog, so I'll be using the following tags (might add more in the future)

My tags:

#conlang posts related to conlanging

#linguistics posts related to language but not necessarily conlangs

#worldbuilding posts related to people's fictional worlds, might add the tag too if a conlang text seems to tell us about its worldbuilding

#writing posts that talk about writing or give advice on writing

#sombra answers whenever I answer an ask (I haven't had any sent to me yet tho lol)

#sombra posts whenever I make a random post that's not a reblog

#art posts that show drawings, pixelart, paintings, photos, etc.

#funny memes, shitposts or funny posts in general

#frogs frogs cause I love them

#fun facts posts that talk about interesting or fun facts

#psa important info that I'm sharing to spread awareness of something or stuff that I think people should hear

#trans trans related stuff

And a few for fandom:

#Roxie Richter reblogs with Roxie my blorbo

#Scott Pilgrim reblogs that have other SP related stuff in them besides Roxie

#dip and pip Dan and Phil related reblogs

#brisket reblogs with Bridget from Guilty Gear

#Guilty Gear reblogs that have other Guilty Gear related stuff in them besides Bridget

#bocchi reblogs about Bocchi the rock

(I do struggle to fit some reblogs into the tags I made but I'm trying my best, I just wanna make it easier for you to search for stuff you've seen on my blog)

oh and of course I'll try to tag any common triggers I know of, I won't add "cw" or "tw" before them, just the word itself.

If I mess up you can let me know and I'll try to do better! I don't tend to reblog stuff that is too heavy tho, I kinda use tumblr to escape the stress of the real world so yeah

And I guess that's that, I'm very shy and sensitive so I'm sorry if I don't reply fast (≧◡≦) feel free to message me if you want though, I don't bite

here! have a cool song as a thanks for reading all that!

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#self introduction #intro post #pinned intro #conlanger #sombra posts

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pop-roxs · 2 years ago

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hoo okay I can already tell this is gonna be long but manga thoughts!! i only read up to roughly 150 I think (Also hi hi I’m off anon! anxiety has been overcome >D<)

quick lil context of me even getting into this also! so my roomie and I have a tradition of watching really bad animes during finals weeks and this time my rookie suggested we watched black butler 2 (still so funny it’s just 2 not season two not book of ___ no. just two. Peak comedy) first half of that was laughably bad and then like ep 7 onward it was frustratingly good. Some bizarre pacing some bizzare writing choices but I liked it overall. anyways over winter break out of nowhere I got manga spoilers on my tiktok for Agni’s death and. It emotionally devastated me bc I loved him sm bc of the like one ep in 2 where he appeared. i told my roomie that and we decided to like actually watch the good parts of the anime so I could get a taste of the actual plot (and eventually we watched s1 lmao)

so yeah that bit didn’t impact me as much when I actually read it but 😭 Agni I miss you dearly you’re like one of the only people I’d trust to hold my drink in this series I KNOW you would take care of it and not spill anything. Also, I read the entire (post campania) manga while procrastinating studying for my organic chemistry exam bc chemistry is a pain in the ass and I didn’t want to look at it

right um. Other arcs. so the school arc has some BIZARRE pacing- (and i never got used to the just casually dropping the F word even if it was used iba like historical context) I was half skimming some of the pages bc I thought it was gonna be basically a fluff filler arc so that end caught me off guard- deffo enjoyed the soma content though! i sure hope he stays happy and nothing awful happens to make him stop smiling! hahah fuck.

Emerald witch arc is kinda funny to me. like yeah, okay queen of England, send this 13 (14?? I forgor) year old child to a different country to deal with werewolves. this isn’t even ur country girly what. Wolf and miss sullivan (can’t spell her first name) r fun characters I like their addition a lot. Could’ve done without the uh. weird scenes with sullivan but. whatever. (The scenes with finny taking care of ciel also were so sweet Omg I will cry- finny is probably one of my top 5 charas I love himmmmm he scares me tho )

that being said I fuckcking RECOGNIZED that shit was chemicals as soon as I saw that circle thing oh my FuckKING GOD. I literally put down my phone and stopped reading for a good while. I’m reading this manga to procrastinate my ochem I did not need it to insert itself like that >:’(((( it was good though I liked the arc a a lot (my roommate fucking burst out laughing when she saw me being angy and asked why.)

Sascha and Walmart will (sorry sir you are just not memorable) were cute! Hope we get more content of them in the future, or just more reaper lore. Please. I’m going insane all I want is lore (Also my roomie had already told me abt the reaper backstory so that didn’t rlly surprise me). Will and grell showing up for like one chapter was funny as hell, you know will was pissed bc that whole convo could’ve totally been an email or a pigeon or whatever. i missed them though so im not complaining

Idk what to call the next arc. the return of the school guys was… funny ig?? i have to be honest I kinda disconnect whenever they appear I just don’t really care for them 😭 the whole band group off was so funny though and the tonal whiplash was something I was NOT prepared for. It wasn’t as jarring as the paving of the school arc but like hWUH THATS A LOT OF PLOT AND BIG REVEALS HAPPENING REALLY FAST NOW-

love othello though. I’m a forensics chemistry major and I love the forensics part of it significantly more than chemistry so seeing a funny guy doing that is so very !!! ya :D also love the dynamic with Grelle. they’re both trans and besties you can’t change my mind- ALSO OTHELLO JUST . THROWING HIS SCYTGE AND THEN BIDING BEHIND GRELLE. Love him. ronnies still my fav dont get me wrong I am endeared with his talk-shit-while-getting-his-ass-beat mentality but othello is very close behind

wish we had more reaper lore . I would kill to know these guys backstories- Ronald and sascha seem so much you her compared to their coworkers it eats at my brain. sascha especially like aaaaaa kid what happened for you to end up here :(? MAN (also I could fight abt the reaper lore for so long. they don’t deserve this. this shits unfair. AGH…

i had more stuff that I wanted to say but forgot. sorry if this isn’t very understandable i just wrote as I thought of things- basically. reapers my beloved . I’m begging for lore please . soma my king I hope you’re okay. when will Ronald come back PLEASE he’s been gone since like campania 😭

BRO ROOMMATE ANON REVEAL!! i hope you dont mind me still using the roommate anon tag,,

agnis death def threw me off. i wasnt expecting yana to kill him off, especially after having him around for so long. that whole scene was very surprising. and yes i agree with you!! hes probably the most wholesome character in black butler next to some others like the phantomhive servants and soma.

i actually quite liked the school arc(and a lot of people in the fandom would agree w me)! but i get how you wouldnt. i personally was only mostly focusing since i just wanted to get back to grelle T^T.

i didnt really like emerald witch at first. i was mad when it had the honor of being the 100th chapter. but its grown on me since(n yeah those scenes were weird..).

i LOOOOVEEE SASCHA!!!!!! THEYRE SO CUTEEEEE X33333 they remind me of my best friend since they both have that same cheery vibe. like little guy is just making the best out of their afterlie and havin some genuine fun. i fw it. grelles outfit was also sooo hot in that chapter gaw dayum. i want a piece of that reaper PLEASE

you can call the return of the school guys the boy band arc. it was weird but i really enjoyed it.

i find it funny how everyone automatically says that othello is trans. one look at the silly science man provokes the Feeling.

trust me man, everyone wants more reaper lore. i am clawing at yanas feet and begging her to tell me what in the ever living fuck happened to grelle in her time as a human. WHAT THE FUCK KINDA LIVES DID THEY LIVE. WHAT DROVE THEM TO SUICIDE.

i understood everything you wrote, dw!! :3 im hoping soma is ok as well </3

#i love your long ass asks #roommate anon #black butler #kuroshitsuji #water posts

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dzpenumbra · 2 years ago

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3/31/23

Spring has started. I can tell. I can feel myself changing, like a flower blooming. Emotionally, I guess... personality-wise. I think getting outside and socializing helped a lot too. But I legit am feeling myself grow more optimistic and confident. Despite lots of stress. Despite extreme isolation. Despite the same limiting anxieties.

Today was very different. I had a really good dream. But, very vivid. My dreams have been insanely vivid lately. This one was really nice. There was a woman in it. Fuck it, I'll just share what I remember. It's a little embarrassing because of like... how far I've strayed from the confident person I used to be... but it's a good representation of like... the juxtaposition of who I currently am and who I used to be/aspire to become again.

I was out at dinner at a restaurant. I remembered it was too late to order delivery (past 9, it's rare for me to remember numbers from dreams, so that was how vivid this was), so I said fuck it and went out to a local restaurant that I found on an app. I remember it had some like... kinda fancy gastropub-like name, so I was like... "oh, my brother and his wife would probably like this place", they're both foodies... but the restaurant had (Applebee's) in parentheses after it. That sealed the deal for me! XD

When I was out at dinner, I was there with a young girl. She was probably about... 8? I would guess... I'm not very good at guessing, I'm a childless guy in my mid-30's who only has a less-than-1-year-old nephew, I'm not really well-versed in the skill of guessing children's ages. This girl was someone I was there to babysit, I was in the guardian role, I'm guessing she was a symbol of my god-daughter or a daughter figure, or an analog of my nephew in the future or something. In past dreams of mine, children under my care have typically taken the form of female so often that I'd honestly be surprised if my first child was male.

So I'm out to dinner with this girl and the waitress comes over and takes our drink order... and I get anxious for some reason, pressure I guess? I hadn't looked at the menu. I skimmed the menu and picked out a Shirley Temple, and the waitress kinda side-eyed me and went... "are you sure? That's kind of a kid's drink..." And I... dude, I fucking backpedaled. I was like... "oh... yeah... well, in that case, I guess I'll have a Sprite, that's fine." And as the waitress was walking off to take the order, a woman at a table nearby flagged her down.

She was an attractive blonde around my age, she was with her daughter, who was around the age of the kid I was taking care of. She said some conditions to the waitress that I didn't catch or don't remember, but it was something like... "if _____ happens, you need to bring him that kid's drink." Like... intentionally, lovingly, prankishly putting me in an awkward position so I would have to fucking "yes, and" my way through that shit. Like I used to. Like I haven't fucking done in ages.

I used to jump at the chance to make an ass out of myself! Okay... here's a few tangential stories, for my own sake, to remember the good times, the person I was and still am deep inside. I went to a metal concert with my brother and two friends. This was ironically the one where I got kicked in the shin with steel toed boots. I had so much adrenaline pumping through my system, I really didn't think it was that bad at all. I bought a pair of booty shorts from the merch booth for myself, as a stupid goofy outfit. I had tons of weird goofy clothes to wear to kinda... subvert peoples' expectations and make an ass out of myself to lighten the mood and lift spirits. Like a Jackass kinda thing. So at the end of the show, it was like... I guess... maybe very early summer, so... still pretty cold at night. And after the show, I was in the parking lot in skate shoes, black booty shorts that said "Yo Ho" on the butt, no shirt and sunglasses, chainsmoking with a lighter tucked into the front of my pants. Why? Because it's fucking funny, no one dresses like that! It's out of place! Idk I thought it was funny, like an Eric Andre or Tim and Eric or Jackass kinda thing.

Another memory that keeps coming back was the second year I got to play with one of my bands on stage. We had a band that was called ShugaLoaf, a completely improvised rock/metal jam band. My brother was part of the band, we had 3 guitarists, a bassist and a drummer, but we rotated instruments a bit, so I would rotate between guitar and drums, T-Humps would rotate between guitar and drums, shit like that. And I played that gig with... silver spandex hot pants, barefoot, a T-shirt with a sliced loaf of bread drawn on it and cut in half so it was like a crop top, a green clip-on bow tie, gold glitter painted fingernails and a fucking whole-head rubber wizard mask. It was so much fun. I don't even care if we were any good, honestly. I don't care if those like 40 people watching us enjoyed us, or if we were just complete crap. I loved just acting goofy and being weird and having fun. It's like that feeling you get at a Halloween party, you know? And you can get that feeling any time you want, if you want. It's just... less "socially acceptable" to do it outside of certain environments, so it helps to have supportive friends, or to just not give a fuck what people think. I tended to fall more in the latter camp, and... that changed quite a bit over the years. Especially after dating someone who never went along with my "yes, and's".

So... in the dream... this woman who I had never met before had overheard my anxious fumbling situation, and my neurotic "oh man, what are people going to think of me if I'm seen ordering that drink, oh mercy me..." bullshit. And she added in some game conditions where I would, somewhat by chance, be put in that situation and have to figure it out. And it was so... fucking... relieving. It was like a weight lifted. I could see how silly it was. And I knew so fucking well that someone like her was exactly what I need in my life to rejuvenate that part of me. And I know she lives inside of me, which is really cool, and I can tap into that whenever I want. But... god, it'd be so much cooler if I met someone like her... XD Right? A guy can hope.

The dream time-jumped a bit, she came over to the table, it turned out that her daughter was in the same class as the girl I was caring for, they were friends. It was a nice connection, we hit it off.

Later in the dream, the chick was skating down a sidewalk that goes down a big hill, this was on a college campus... most of the dream took place on a college campus for whatever reason... and the sidewalk just like... suddenly dropped like a curb right where the hill went to flat, and then continued normally after the curb drop. And she was coming down the hill and did that thing that I did skating the other day, that people who are not as experienced or comfortable on their board do, where they kinda jump off their board and run away in a different direction. Because she saw the curb and didn't want to eat shit on it, it spooked her. And I went over to her and she was upset about how like... "god, how could they put this here, that's so dumb, it totally ruins it", and I was kinda like "yeah, I think that's kinda the point! It stops people from bombing the hill". But I saw a golden opportunity to teach her how to comfortably drop down curbs, and help her with that; instead of being upset, to see the fun in it and the opportunity to learn a new trick, and... I woke up.

And... I couldn't get back to sleep. I could barely even journal it. Because this was after only 4 hours of sleep. And my brain is just a chaotic fuzzy mess at that point. I'm basically sloppy drunk at that stage, especially with several days of sleep deprivation added to the pile. So, I dream-journaled it, which is why I remember so much of it. And then I went downstairs and got a snack and passed out in the comfy chair again. Not sure why passing out down here works better than just passing out in my bed, but... hey... if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?

I woke up the second time at 2PM. Right when I needed to be up for a shower before my doctor's appointment. All went as scheduled, I got to the appointment, the dude was really nice. But he did hold eye contact a lot. Which, at a core level, I appreciated... but in my experience of the moment was super overwhelming. To go from very rare social interactions, like... barely making eye contact with strangers in the hallway... to full-on holding eye contact alone in a room with a stranger, where they are wearing a mask covering half their face, and they're between you and the door. I mean... it's fucking intense, especially for someone with doctor-related trauma. I don't feel... threatened by it. It's just... intimate and overwhelming. Overwhelming, that's the best way to put it. It's like someone just like... injected a whole energy drink into my veins all at once or something. And this went on for... nearly 45 minutes. Dude, I was absolutely blown away that the doctor made so much time for me. I was completely expecting a 15 minute one-and-done appointment. And this dude actually made time for me, and addressed my recurring infection thing, that he thinks is a result of me shaving my head... interestingly enough... Like shaving my head is cutting my scalp, and then the bacteria are just... setting up shop in there and the infection is secondary. So... instead of bombarding it with antibiotics, which did not work, we're going to try to reduce the inflammation to make it less painful, and try a different self-care regimen. Either I'm going to keep my hair at a low buzz instead of basically stubble... or... I might grow it out. It might actually be time to go back to like... ponytail-long hair. It's been ages. But hey, if that will make these fucking nasty pimple-like things that hurt like fuck go away, I'm in. Speaking of, the doc actually took a sample from one of them too just to figure out what was going on with it, but had to like... pop one... and I'm just going to tell you right now. If you are ever offered the wonderful opportunity to have an infection on the back of your scalp popped... don't miss out on that gem of an experience. Absolutely wonderful sensation. Think those headaches you can get right where the occipital bone meets the back/neck muscles, plus... intense swelling pressure, and then kind of a feeling like getting tattooed, followed by stinging.

So yeah, it was good to have a pleasant doctor's experience (minus the little bit of pain). He seemed genuinely interested in my story and not rushed for time, which I expressed appreciation for very openly. I had my therapy appointment after, which went very well also. We're very buddy-buddy now, which is nice. We felt very on-the-same-page today. And I explained a lot about the anxiety shit... the big amorphous wall of anxiety, and how him reminding me the connection to the polyvagal system has been really helpful for me. I made the connection that like... well, he reminded me that I was raised with pretty poor expectations of relationships, because of my family. And I elaborated that, in addition to this, I had crap luck with friends, too. And romantic partners. And maybe I just didn't know any better? I didn't know that better was a real thing and that walking away in those situations was actually like... a good thing? I just got bad d20 rolls, you know? Meet a person, happens to be a fentanyl dealer.

And he brought into the conversation this time that I... see the best in everyone. EVERYONE. Like, I could see the best in a fucking Great White Shark that was eating my leg. Or a black hole that I was being sucked into. And we went back and forth on that, how frustrating that one of my best qualities, that has been a quality of mine since I was born, something very deeply rooted in my personality, has led me to where I am now. Because people have taken advantage of it. And used me. And abused me. And drained me dry. And left me bleeding on the side of the road. And ran. And screamed and blamed and pushed me away. You name it. And I took it all, and forgave it all. Because I see the light in all of us. I see us all as being redeemable. And there are many many many many many many many many many many many times that I wish I didn't. That I wish I could just turn that off.

And that's where the paradox comes out. If I see the light in everyone... why am I walking around expecting the darkness in everyone to strike me? Why am I skating and expecting someone to pull a gun on me? Or pull a knife when I'm walking to the medical center and try to steal my AirPods? Or have a cop pull me over and give me a ticket for skating in the sidewalk? Or have some cranky asshole yell at me because the clacking of my wheels on the sidewalk was "too loud". If I see the best in everyone, if I can forgive the Devil himself, why am I expecting the worst to happen all the time? It still confuses me. It hasn't always been this way.

And I explained to my therapist that I think that is the trauma component. That was because for years... since about... oh crap... I was gonna say the whole pandemic, but it was the summer before that too... and with my last relationship... at least a lot of it... so... let's be generous and say... since about 2017? Since around when I moved into my old house, the one on the pond? That's when the shit hit the fan. That's when I people really close to me... were regularly, very regularly, gaslighting and projecting and blaming me for their insecurities and unmanaged emotions and shit. It started with my ex. Then it was my parents. Then it was my little brother. Then it was 2 of my former best friends. Then my only other friend at the time. Then I looked around, and there was no one left. It was like when I finally pulled the Jenga block of my ex out of my life... in time, the rest of the tower just collapsed.

And, I shit you not, the catalyst for this was... me reconnecting with myself, rediscovering my confidence, rediscovering my creativity and inspiration, and cultivating motivation myself and diving head-first into creating my new life. A life that's about... 4 years old now. Happy birthday, New Me. :) Past Me would be scared shitless to share all this on the internet with random strangers, but New Me knows that life is too precious and fleeting to be scared of peoples' superficial judgement. At least... he tries to remember that... as much as he can... But man, people can be really fucking loud and nosy with their judgement, huh? People just really don't know when to keep their opinions to their selves anymore, do they? Thanks, Twitter.

So... I was kinda summing up for him that I think what I'm having is just sort of a... generalized trauma response to... being around figures that have more power than me? Because of being regularly yelled at and blamed by people very close to me, regularly, like several times a week, every week, for years. And having that be the only social interaction I had. It's like... you put a dog in a closet and smack it on the nose every time I tries to come out... it's gonna wince every time it comes out of the closet. Right? So... slow and steady... I'm just chipping away at the anxiety reflexes by building up my library of experiences, so it's not 95% of the time bad things happen when you interact with authority figures... it's like... 75%. Then 50%. Then eventually 20%... and so on. Like with my doctors. I definitely have a bit of medical trauma. A lot, actually. So... I was in the doctor's office all hunched over and shoulders up and had to be really deliberate to make eye contact. I think I was visibly not good. But the nurse was super chill and helped break the ice, and the doctor seemed very understanding and patient, and didn't seem to judge me the way I was expecting. So... my doctor percentage right now is like... 80% bad and 20% good. Which is much better than like "I shouldn't even bother setting up an appointment, they're just going to accuse me of drug seeking and kick me out." Much better.

So yeah, I got chinese food and watched an RP stream and that was basically it. Did some runs in the desire path project that I'm still super insecure about because I just don't think anyone will fucking get it... but yeah, since that's the case... here. Fuck it. I'll export the current progress and put it here. In case anyone read this far down.

That's 80 trips now. Looks pretty cool, right? It keeps giving me lightning vibes. I'm going to 100 runs, then I'm going to either start a new one... or... the idea that popped in my head today was... If I pop this into Blender and use the grease pencil, trace all these paths one by one, I can actually... animate this. I was thinking it might make more sense and be more accessible for today's audience to make a video for this kind of piece. That tells the concept, explains the parallels that I'm exploring (development of habits, learning, synaptic connection), shows bits of the process and then displays this final product in a form that's a bit more dynamic. I mean, this is very striking for me, because I know what it means, I know the scale. That circle shrine at the top has a 17m diameter, for scale. And I've seen the development of the really thick lines where the path has been steadily growing, to the point where there's nearly a solid line all the way throughout that formed completely unintentionally, it was just a byproduct of intuitive pathfinding as I was building a routine. So yeah, I'm putting a lot of thought into storyboarding and scripting a video for this and then putting it on Instagram and YouTube. I think it'll be good.

So yeah. Unfortunately, it got late again. But I have nothing to do tomorrow so... I might take a small dose of tincture tonight and try to just catch up on sleep as much as I can. It's very overdue.

Oh... and I have to finish my hoodie still... Hmm... Soon, soon... XD

#diary #journal #online journal #stream of consciousness #stream of thoughts

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ofwrxth · 4 months ago

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Jakob shakes his head. "Maybe we can just call them neutral faces. We don't look happy but do we really look pissed off?" A constant comment when it comes to the four Ranström siblings, but especially him and Felix. "Yeah, I'll go for Pennywise. Guess that means Felix is the Joker. Who's gonna tell Bella he's a secret incel." Even if that's not how incels work.

He skims over the details of Sweden, keeping his word to his family to keep things private. Truthfully, he doesn't want to talk about it, even with his family. They'd dug deep on their trip and he can see the fruits of that labor in how he and his siblings interact. But going further, and wrestling with the truth of what their mother had gone through is different and he knows it'll take more time. So instead he simply moves past the trip and grins at the mention of Henrik's future. His nephew was as sweet as he was a menace and Jakob can't tell if that's Sinclair or Ranström. "Yeah, he's as mischievous as one. Managed to get three millennium falcon lego sets from Leo and Felix. Played them like a fiddle." He'd laughed when the five year old had suckered them into getting him the sets and then building them.

He takes a sip of his drink and glances around, nodding. "Probably. Do you think she's gonna stick around for a while? I know she's kinda living that bicostal life, right? But you must like having her around?" While Chloe and her other cousin differed drastically, he could tell that they were close while they were dating. He'd always found Bunny to be a lot, but no one could say they didn't have a good time when the witch was around. You might black out but you'd've been having the night of your life before then. "I wouldn't be surprised if there was more than one. Kinda like a hotel." Which is what the penthouse feels like the longer they're there. Jakob nods at the mention of Reid.

"I heard he was. Felix is like a secret fanboy. And I guess they're friends." He shrugs and has the wisdom not to mention that Ines is a pretty big fan too. "But I figured you'd hear from Bunny sooner or later." At least Chloe was different from her cousin in that way (and many others), but while their relationship had ended, they'd never had the type of all out fights that Reid and Bunny seemed to have. Jet or Phina either. It had never appealed to Jakob. "That's probably a good idea. Don't wanna risk the nails," he quips with a haphazard smile, clanking glasses in a cheers.

'sorry. but i think it's gonna be around for a while because you all have...rrf's.' chloe laughs, keen eyes watching jakob's mannerisms. is he flirting? no, not flirting. but when his hand rubs the back of his neck, chloe reads it as excitement. like...butterflies? like she still has. 'maybe pennywise is the lesser of the two evils? pennywise was a literal creature. joker was an incel.' she shrugs, still laughing and noting how the sound fades as they discuss, or don't discuss sweden. she can't help but think if they were still together, she would have been there, perhaps. it's a strange marker that there's now things she won't know about jakob and his life, it's not her right to know. 'right, yeah. that makes sense.' chloe nods, clearing her throat and also grappling the change of topic with both hands. 'bella says there's like a pixie-ness to you ranstromens, and thea is like one too, so i think henrik's probably going to look like a woodland creature.'

chloe hums in agreement, scanning the crowd for who might be the potential suspects for either scenario. unaware she's standing beside the future culprit for both. 'well, if bunny's music stays on, i think it'll be hook ups.' chloe decides to place her bet, a little shrug following her words. she nods instinctively about noah, always able to see how he cared, especially for hazel. 'i think it's the classic case of, if you're a friend, you're a friend. and, sucks for you if you're not.' she says about his temperament, but her tone is well-meaning as she chuckles fondly. 'maybe she doesn't even realize how big the place actually is? i know saf crashes here, i say guest room but it's more like a guest apartment within an apartment.' she flicks a finger to the direction, also unaware of what's yet to come. or who is yet to come. 'definitely no fights.' chloe laughs, taking a sip of drink before her gaze widens slightly at the mention of reid. 'oh shoot, is he back in new york?' her grimace says everything. 'bunny is gonna...i don't even really know what happened but it's...' bunny. and reid. 'well, i guess i should make this my last drink for a while. or she's going to bite off her hello kitty nails again just so she can hit him.'

#jakob.#jakob w. chloe 001.#AAAAH #idk why this is so long

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starswallowingsea · 5 years ago

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Love is Blind

Fandom: Daredevil (TV)

Word Count: 1353

Notes: I think this is the oldest published work in my drive, almost a year old now. A short piece about Matt just thinking about labels and how they affect him and other people in different ways. I rewrote this a few times and it was originally inspired by the song Only In Sleep by Ēriks Ešenvalds, which in turn was inspired by a poem of the same name by Sara Teasdale, although the poem was cut from my final version of this piece.

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Matthew Michael Murdock. Defense lawyer. Blind man. Catholic. Aromantic. Bisexual. The man in the mask. Daredevil. Matt had many labels in his life. Some had been given to him arbitrarily, based on things people could see, while others were ones he had chosen for himself, even if only to make others happy. Many people couldn’t see beyond these labels, such as his blindness, or his aromanticism. They saw them as things to be pitied, things that they would change if they had the chance to. Some people just couldn’t see beyond their own world. One where they could see, and love in the way society told them was normal.

Although Matt himself struggled with those same problems, mostly with people who could see, and people who believed in things like love at first sight, he was more able to notice when his thoughts were starting to go down that path of not understanding. He knew how much a simple sentence could hurt someone, even if said with good intentions. This was something, he noticed, that other people had trouble conceptualizing. They’re just words, right? Words can’t really hurt people. What was that old saying, ‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me’? A lot of people seemed to live by that, not realizing that words can cut just as deep as a knife can in one’s mind.

He took a drink of his beer. There were a lot of words people threw at him. They hurt when he was younger, but now they just bounced right off. He didn’t care that much anymore. If that’s what people wanted to think about him, then he couldn’t really stop them. People are stubborn, and it took more energy to try and change their mind than Matt thought it was worth. He knew, and his close friends knew, that he wasn’t heartless for being aromantic. He wasn’t sleeping around with everyone because he’s also bisexual. He didn’t judge others for choices that didn’t affect him because he’s Catholic. But some people did, and maybe they projected their feelings onto him; their misunderstandings of who he was.

Matt laid his head back and closed his eyes, closing out the fire of the world. He just needed darkness right now. His own thoughts were starting to wander again, asking whether he was actually human or not, how he could live like this, in solitude, when everyone around him seemed so happy in pairs, how maybe he’s just hiding behind his labels because of his training with Stick. Deep inside he knew that wasn’t the case, as he knew he was different from the other kids even before he lost his vision. He didn’t get crushes on people, he didn’t understand the importance of romance for his friends and, well, basically everyone else. Stick just made it clear that he should never go for that kind of relationship in what would eventually become his line of work.

Some of his friends wondered about him, if he ever got lonely. He’d tell them that he wasn’t, he was content by himself. He didn’t have to worry about the safety of a significant other is what he normally told them if they knew about Daredevil. Mostly, he’d say he wasn’t comfortable having a romantic partner. The concept of having one for longer than a month scared him. He liked the companionship of his friends but he always felt distant from them because he couldn’t hold a relationship for a long time like they could. In general, he also didn’t like the idea of sharing his living space long term with someone. Maybe he didn’t understand at the time, but it was for the better that he didn’t have a long term relationship. They always seemed to do more damage to him than they were worth.

What is love anyway, he thought to himself. The concept of romantic love always eluded him, but he felt other types of love. Platonic and familial love were the first to come to mind. Matt loved his friends, loved them in a way he didn’t know if they would understand. Without the need or want for a romantic relationship, he had more energy to spend on them, even if it didn’t seem like he did. He also felt a familial love for his friends, and his father. Until he died, anyway. His father had always made sure that Matthew knew he was loved and that he belonged in this world, no matter what anyone else would tell him. He smiled, thinking about his father. Jack wasn’t the best man by any means, but he was the best father Matt had ever had. As for his friends, he saw them as siblings, or those cousins that you’re really close to for some unknown reason. Foggy and him were almost complete opposites, but they were able to work together and become close. Karen, well, she filled in what was missing in the trio. A calm mind and steely determination to do what was right through the legal system. Even though she had never been to law school herself, she knew that there was something she could do to help others. Matt loved that about her.

Romantic love. The idea had been pulling at his mind all day. Why was that? There hadn’t been any particularly exciting news stories about it recently, and it wasn’t quite Valentine’s day. Maybe it was one of those ads that had been playing on the radio somewhere, advertising online dating. If romantic love confused Matthew Murdock to this extent, then online dating apps were the icing on the cake. Why were people so desperate for a partner? When you’re single, you don’t have to ask about what’s for dinner, where you want to go on vacation, what job you should apply for. There were so many things that seemed constricting about a relationship. Just having multiple people sharing a house or an apartment seemed weird to him. Unless they were really pressed for money, or they were bound by circumstances, whatever they may be. He valued his privacy more than most people did and having someone live with him would intrude on that. Sure he had friends over for drinks or if they needed a place to crash after partying, but that never lasted more than a day or two at most. Anything longer than that and he wouldn’t be able to go out as a vigilante when he needed to.

Another problem he seemed to have with romantic ideals was the touching. Cuddling, hand holding, quick kisses (or even longer ones). Personal space was invaded regularly and Matt wasn’t the fondest of being touched. His heightened senses made it harder to process touching. It amplified the feeling and would lead to overloads when he was younger. He can initiate it when he knows someone else needs it or even if he himself needs physical reassurance of something, but having it done at random was not ideal. Not for him anyway.

A gentle knock at the door startled him from his thoughts.

“Matt,” a voice called from the hallway, “Matt, are you home?”

“Yeah.” He responded, slowly standing up from his couch. He sensed two heartbeats on the other side of the door. Familiar, friendly heartbeats. Matt undid the lock and opened the door to his two best friends.

“Thank God you’re home! Hope we weren’t interrupting anything.” Karen said. Always caring, always wanting the best for others.

“No, I was just thinking.” Matt responded.

“Well it’s time to stop thinking and start dancing! We’ve got new clients!” Foggy exclaimed. Alway excited, normally the optimist.

“What were you thinking about anyway?” Karen’s voice again. Some concern, but mostly ready to celebrate their ‘booming’ firm.

“Love.” Matt said plainly, grabbing another beer bottle from the bag. And it was true, just not in the way they’d expect.

“To new clientele!” Matt said, raising his bottle for a toast.

“To money!” Followed Foggy, doing the same.

“To love!” Finished Karen, clinking her bottle to theirs before tipping back the drink.

#daredevil #matt murdock #mathew murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #shay writes #i just kinda skimmed it and. yeah i can tell this is a year old #but since im moving my writing over here i figured pretty much everything has to get moved lol

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 3 years ago

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Dat Ass!

SUMMARY: You came, saw and conquered... dat ass!

PAIRING: Henry Cavill x reader (2nd person POV), Kal

WARNINGS: RPF, fluff, butts, butt touching, butt slapping, butt biting, silly fluff, implied smut, implied punishment, implied dom/sub relationship but just slightly so if you want to see it it’s there otherwise it’s not, guess that’s all. Oh and my first time really writing RPF so there’s that...

A/N: neither beta’d or proofread. Typos, were going down swingin’! Thank you @thelastsock for the prompt, I’ve had a lot of fun writing this!💖💖💖 Yeah... my first time really writing RPF.

WORD COUNT: ca 950

TITLE: Dat Ass!

Writers live off validation. If you liked it, commented and reblog 💕 thank you 💖

“Honey, I’m home!” you call out once you shut the door behind you. Toeing off your shoes, you don’t get the desired answer. You get an answer though, or… kind of an answer. Instead of a human voice, you hear two pairs of paws click-clacking their way towards you. Fast.

“Aww, hello my big bear!” you coo, smushing the large Akita’s face in your hands, “Where did you leave daddy, hm?” But instead of answering you, Kal sniffs all your pockets on the search for treats.

“As if we don’t feed you enough,” you mutter smiling as you step further into your home on the look of your other bear.

You frown when you don’t find him in the kitchen, nor the living room. When you left, he was hunched over a script on the couch. Where could he be? All his shoes were at the door, he didn’t go out. And Kal’s still here, so where the hell was he?

“Honey? Where are you?” you call again, “Hen-”

You have to stifle a giggle when you peek into your bedroom through the door he seemingly left ajar. The only way to describe the position your fiancé is in right now is ‘fifteen year old girl telling her diary about her crush’. With the script on the pillow in front of him and a marker in hand, he’s lying on his belly, knees bent, feet hooked together and swaying back and forth. As if that wasn’t enough to make you want to surprise him - just to see if he’d also scream like a teenage girl if you startled him - apparently he had taken a quick shower while you were gone. His damp curls were a mess on his head, begging you to be tugged and messed up even further. And his glorious Buns of Steel were jutting out, highlighted even by white boxer briefs.

Mister chose to wear underwear for once, so so.

To your luck he’s so immersed in his script that he doesn’t hear your quiet snort. Neither does Henry seem to hear you pushing the door open further. Holding your breath, you wait for any kind of reaction from him before you begin your sneak attack.

When his feet are farthest back, you pounce, jumping onto the bed and straddling the back of his thighs.

“Hi, baby.” He sounds unimpressed.

“Hey,” you giggle, leaning forward and pecking his shoulder, “was I that obvious?”

“You weren’t. The way Kal jumped up was though,” he chuckles, “now can you get off my back, please? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”

“Nuh-uh.” You even lie down on top of him, nuzzling his back. “You’re so warm.”

You’re lifted up with the deep breath he takes, before he says, “fine.”

You grin in victory. But if he thought you’d just lie there and let him work, he was dead wrong. Well, for now he was right but in just a few minutes…

“What body wash did you use? You smell good,” you mumble, nuzzling his back further downward.

“Ran out of my old one, so I tried the new one you got me. Now shh.”

‘Now shh’ my ass! you think to yourself, scooting further down his back. Only when your lips skim the inward curve of his spine, he perks up.

“And what’s that gonna be once it’s finished?” he asks, throwing you a sharp look over his shoulder, “I’m trying to work here, babe.”

“You’ve been hunched over that damn thing all day!” you protest, “Pay attention to me!”

To emphasise your words, you tap his butt, and watch as it bounces. With a snort, you repeat your action, making Britain’s Ass jiggle beneath your palms.

“Baby!” he warns you, but ends up laughing.

“Now I know why you like doing this!” you giggle, “this is so much fun!”

“I’m gonna do so much more than just light tapping if you don’t stop now. Baby, I’m serious.”

If he was, he would have used your name, not your nickname.

“But I like your butt! Okay, okay, kisses to make up?”

He tries so hard to sound annoyed when he grunts and slams the script shut. He’s about to turn, too, then you scoot even further down his thighs and tug at the hem of his boxers.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you’re up to now,” Henry sighs. But being an actor, this was all pretend. If he didn’t want this, he’d tell you. Or he’d simply get up. Truth is, he loves how much you love his butt.

“That’s probably for the better,” you laugh, then concentrate on the task ahead: playing these glorious bongos. But looking at the way the relaxed muscles bounce, you have another bright idea. It’s almost an untamable urge.

Leaning down, you do what he does to your butt nearly all of the time. Skimming your teeth on the skin of his peach, you bite down lightly. Then a little harder. Not enough to hurt or even leave more than just a few indents that would be gone within minutes, but hard enough to make him jump.

“What the?!” Henry exclaims and you take this as your sign… to dart out of the bedroom.

Too slow. He catches you by the ankle and drags you back on the mattress. Damn, he’s fast! You shriek and giggle when he yanks you and flips you over, so you’re on your back underneath him. He pins your wrists next to each side of your head. He stares down at you, eyes boring into your soul until you stop writhing. It takes a few seconds for him to enter the character, but when he does, his voice is controlled and cold.

“Now, what am I to do with you?”

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill drabble #henry cavill headcanon #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #Lisa's follower milestone celebration

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fluffbyday-smutbynight · 3 years ago

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13. Orbit // a 442B Johnlock Ficlet for @fluffbruary 2022

John skims through stacks of photos and papers. A bit of spring cleaning was long due: since he permanently moved to Sherlock’s room, his old stuff - now emptied on the sitting room’s table - has gone neglected.

Sherlock passes by, casually glancing.

“Is that the Clyde Arc?”

It’s a group picture, featuring John and some of his friends, the tall white bridge in the background.

“Yeah, was there in…” John turns the photo around; a date is scribbled on its back. “... Summer 2006. Just before my deployment.”

“Interesting.” Sherlock smirks, flopping on his chair. “I was there quite often, around that time.”

“Case?”

“Oh, no. Leisure.”

“Yeah, I can imagine.” John comments absent-mindedly, shuffling other pictures. “Had loads of fun there. The lads even dragged me to a club… the Black Cat?”

“Ah! Used to be one of my favourite spots, actually. You, there? Must have been a wild trip.”

“Well, I mean, I kinda needed it… after what had happened that spring.”

“Harry.”

“Did I tell you about it?”

“No, but I assumed.”

John resumes his clean up work, retreating in his thoughts. Harry is always a sore topic; one that John is reluctant to dwell on, as much as he needs to.

“I take it, it didn’t work?”

“Mh, nope. It was one of those posh facilities, too… Mum spent a good part of her savings for her accomodation, which made it all the more heartbreaking.”

“If it’s of any meagre consolation, I spent some time in such a place - ‘Manor Clinic’... what a pretentious name;” Sherlock scoffs. “Too bad it didn’t work for me, either.”

John’s head snaps to Sherlock’s direction, a disbelieving look on his face.

“Sorry, what did you just say? And all this occurred…?”

“Around March of that same year, I believe.”

“No way.”

John rummages frantically through the papers, until he fishes out an envelope.

“Here.” John points at the rehab’s logo and at the postage date stamp.

Sherlock gets up to get a peek.

“Oh, I see. Yes, that would match up with my stay. Although, I don’t recall her: it’s not like I exactly socialised.”

“And I never visited. I know, selfish of me. Does that mean… we could have met, back then?”

“Better that way.” Sherlock hugs John from behind, placing a soft kiss on his head. “I wouldn’t want you to have met me under those circumstances.”

John places the letter back, still wrapping his head around what they just found out. “We’ve been orbiting around each other, haven’t we?”

“Like twin stars.”

“What a funny coincidence.”

“The universe is rarely so lazy, John. Against all odds… it was meant to be.”

[tags under the cut; let me know if you'd like to be added/removed]

@helloliriels @foul-milk @xanthomonus @arwamachine @kettykika78 @sadngroovy @saoirse-1887 @dinner--starving @sherlockwatsons @johannadc @totallysilvergirl @colourfulwatson @anotherteenageroninternet @claireybo @lavenderandvanilla @lets-summon-demons666 @rhasima @martinfreemanismyaesthetic @martinmotherfckingfreeman @johnlocky @shiplocks-of-love @jobooksncoffee @discordantwords @7-percent @cloudywinds @calaisreno @shelleysprometheus @missdeliadili @sussexinchelsea @astudyinstupidity @iamjustreading @thequirkyotter @eplapourdissant @ohlooktheresabee @purplevatican @mslovet @loves-to-read-fanfic @221b-ficrec-ed @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor @johnlockismyreligion @nathan-no @superhollykat @the-smol-bean-libby-blog @booksboozentoys @jaybeefoxy @whatnext2020 @llamasdumpsterfire

#fluffbruary #johnlock #johnlock fluff #sherlock holmes #john watson #bbc sherlock #johnlock ficlet #442B ficlet #fluffsmut x fluffbruary

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wander-wren · 11 months ago

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okay, i very much understand where you’re coming from, especially because of your personal experiences, and i’m not going to deny that abusers, groomers, and general bad actors can use fiction to hurt children.

however.

if that content is marked 18+, if you had to lie on an age verification to get there, if you were told there was potentially upsetting materially inside…it’s not the author’s fault that you saw it and got upset. they did their due diligence. you did not say whether the content you saw was marked, so i can’t speak to that, but if it was presented as “safe” and appropriate for children, then yes, i do have a problem with that and think that should not happen

(that’s still a proship stance, by the way.)

and here’s the thing: bad actors will use any tools they have at their disposal. it’s not, necessarily, about badwrong fiction. i agree that children’s access to the internet and fiction for children should be monitored to some extent. i believe every child should be told how to handle things that make them uncomfortable/they don’t understand (this includes things like, say, grief, not just sex) and have a trusted adult to talk to if it happens. i’m also aware that that is not the reality for a lot of kids, and it’s not reasonable to ask a random group of adults to make every single space safe for children; it is only reasonable to ask them to state upfront that it is not.

basically i think we’re talking about two different issues here. i’m defending people’s right to write the worst, most romantic, graphic rape/incest/pedophilia fic in the world if they want to, provided they do the bare minimum of warning (and on ao3, that bare minimum is “not rated” and “choose not to warn” which, as the archive itself and general common sense will tell you, means it could have anything, and if you’re not prepared to handle anything, proceed with caution).

if a thirteen year old finds it, that’s on them for lying to the age verification and ignoring the tags. most people DO tag and rate their fics accurately these days; it helps them find their audience. which they do have. because children are not the only people in the world?

i believe you’re arguing against graphic unmarked smut being mixed in with normal art for kids to find. not good! not what i or most proshippers want!

now here’s the part where i get controversial: sometimes a little (a little!) discomfort is good for you. sometimes you read twist and shout as a sheltered twelve year old and you don’t even know enough about sex yet to realize that’s what those weird, uncomfy scenes are depicting, so you skim past them after the first two because you like the story. sometimes that opens the door for you to read way too much fanfiction and learn about kink probably too early, but you already know about skimming over things and the trusty back button, so you make it through that pretty unscathed. sometimes a bunch of fifteen year olds on a camping trip pass around the most infamous fics they know, get kinda grossed out, and then move on with their lives.

sometimes, published novels for teens have sex in them. oh, the humanity.

i do think it is more harmful to shelter kids entirely until they are 18 or 16 or whatever magical threshold you choose. this is not to say that some works can’t be deeply traumatizing to come across, but i think you do have to work at it somewhat, at least from the 2010s on (i cant speak to the wild west of 90s-early 2000s internet, of course, and i know warning for things was far less common then). and yeah, if reading a fic normalized badwrong shit for you, then you were massively failed on critical levels by adults in your life that were supposed to teach you that stuff is wrong irl so you didn’t learn about it for the first time from a romanticized depiction on the internet. but that’s not (necessarily) the fault of the authors and it’s not a reason for them to stop writing. it’s actually a reason to talk about youth rights and protections!

final point: it is very, very difficult to even determine what is “romanticized/fetishized/whatever” and what is someone writing about their own experience in a way that is nuanced, an inexperienced writer doing their best but missing the mark, and someone writing from an unreliable narrator’s perspective on purpose. actually, it’s probably impossible.

and those things SHOULDN’T be separated. people deserve to write romanticized problematic fiction. don’t come here and tell me that no part of the human experience should be shunned AND THEN SAY NOT TO WRITE ABOUT A FAIRLY COMMON HUMAN EXPERIENCE.

not everyone copes in pretty, palatable ways, and a lot (a LOT) of people end up having some kind of connection to their abuser (if they didn’t already!), or some kind of desire to return to a traumatic situation because it seems better, safer, or more comprehensible. sometimes these people are even children themselves. and yes, their work should not be presented uncritically to a random child, but i am friends with some of these people and i will not stand around and let anyone imply that the way they react to their trauma makes them a predator or dangerous or disgusting. i’m not doing it.

here’s my thing about proshipping, particularly in regards to the “well you can write that stuff to process trauma, but don’t fucking post it” argument. and i’m really just repeating what many, many others have said, but bear with me.

i don’t have sexual trauma (which is, 99% of the time, what this argument is about), so i can’t speak to that directly, but i do have traumas and coping mechanisms that some people think weird or off-putting or gross. i’m also someone who needs to talk about things with some kind of audience in order to process, whether that’s my therapist or my friends or—get this—fanfic readers. often, all three! max processing, baby!

but i’ve had people avoid responding when i bring certain things up, or outright say they can talk to me about some of my ~problems~, but not Those Ones. which is fine on its face, everyone is entitled to boundaries and in many cases they may simply not know what to say.

but it is deeply isolating to feel like there is a part of you unfit for public view. especially a part of you that you still want (need) to talk about in order to come to terms with it. so i can only imagine how it feels for some of the people arguments like these are attacking.

as long as there are warnings (and YES, “choose not to warn” is, in itself, adequate warning), there is no reason why any aspect of the human experience should have to be permanently hidden and undiscussed, no matter how uncomfortable its existence might make some random on the internet.

#bird noises #proship #profic #proshippers please interact #i’m sorry if this is a little all over the place i was trying to get every angle i was thinking of #i want to be charitable toward this response but also #these posts ARE often talking about people i know and am friends with #and they are not evil and i will not let anyone say they’re wrong on my own goddamn post

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miniimapp · 2 years ago

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ASSASSIN*TOWN AU - Character Deep Dive

Gen ;; Teens and up - Headcanons

Warnings ;; Murder ig

Proofread + edited ;; Never lol

Auth. Note ;; BOO BITCH IT'S ME !!

I literally cannot leave posting anything any longer but the HS post is taking so long and I just can't so have so assassin*town lore bitches :/

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Aaron T

T loves to make a game out of his targets

Playing with his food kinda mf

Definitely the type to sit down and go on some big villain speech tangent to his target as they're tied up and gagged or whatever

"It's nothing personal, dude. Gotta make money somehow, y'know?" comes up a lot

He loves to make his presence known to his target

Some may think it's weird that he enjoys his victims targets screams and pleads for mercy but trust him, it's simply acquired taste.

Once he's got your file and he's skimmed it once, T is off.

He's coming to getcha ass

Please remain calm during this process, keeping your arms and legs within their binding to ensure a confused T and an extended expiry date

T got into the business when he was struggling for money

He had nowhere to turn and so he became a hitman for a certain company

Now, though, he works for anyone who offers good money

T never really found a way out of this line of work and after all this time he's a little scared to try anything else

Throwing knives are his life-ender of choice, he especially likes to juggle them and freak people out

He can do this because he went through a "i'm running away and joining a circus and becoming a knife thrower because that's cool also i'm going to eat mcdonalds every day and you can't tell me what to do because i'll be in the circus" phase

You know that phase that we all go through

The one that we come out of with the skill of knife juggling and throwing

Yeah, see, i knew you'd relate !!

T mainly takes cases that require a very public death

Not that he kills in public

No, I mean that the new about this death needs to be loud and send a message

This kinds of missions require a bold and...unique style which T possesses

Although T has his own preferred style he definitely likes getting tips or hearing about others

Since Tae Young's is the complete opposite of his he really likes to learn about his

T definitely tries to takes aspects of all the other's methods and try them out to see if he finds them better

The biggest Robaire v Z instigator you've ever seen istg

T will purposely make shit up to piss one of them off and pin everything on the other

And everyone definitely knows this

But neither can pass the excuse to beat the other up

Lovingly of course

Middle child energy all day every day

But Papa Jesse™ does not overlook him

Which T is eternally grateful for

It's nice to be acknowledged and viewed as an important member of their little group

And Jesse is always there to include him and hype him up

Fun fact: T absolutely loves raspberry jam doughnuts !!

Jesse

Jesse prefers to watch over his target before striking

He'll get your file memorised and then he tries to get more personal info

Over the years Jesse's been working he's figured out the best and his favourite way of getting intel is organically, in person

Mans is so old

Because he's very charming and overall outgoing it's easy for him to worm his way into his targets lives

Jesse tends to get assignments were a careful, strategic kill is needed

He is very delicate with his work

Tip-toeing around, very careful not to rock the boat

And obviously he's had years to hone his skills

When Jesse takes missions he basically shuts off his emotions

In this line of work emotions are frowned upon and truly don't get you anywhere

Empathy is a useless trait and boy does Jesse know it

Because of his chosen method he's gotten mildly attached to targets when he'd first started out

Jesse learned the hard way to not challenge the system he'd found himself in

Play their game and no one gets hurt

You want to give your kids a good life, don't you??

Jesse's preferred weapon is a gun

A fairly quick method that doesn't require him to hang around after

Jesse doesn't necessarily enjoy any part of his process but he does find it interesting figuring each target out - what makes them tick, what buttons to push and what to stay away from

He's interested in the psychology of each and every one of his targets

Jesse initially got into this line of work for his kids

His partner left them on his doorstep and he just panicked

Jesse was barely able to support himself, how the fuck was he meant to support two kids

This is how

As the most seasoned assassin Jesse tends to look out for those with less experience and gives them tips

He doesn't see others as competition

There's no competition in a race no one wants to win, after all

Jesse definitely took Z and Tae Young under his wing the most but he looks out for all the boys and hope to be a good role model for them

Jesse usually keeps the boys away from his kids as he wants to keep the two sides of his life separate

Though on occasion the boys do get to play cool uncles and run around with the kids for a bit

He's very insecure about how good of a parent he is to his kids - Jesse's constantly worrying that he's going to corrupt them or ruin their lives by getting sent to jail or something

At his lowest points he's considered giving his kids up but at the end of the day he loves his kids more than anything and could never give them up - not unless they were in danger

Fun fact: Jesse favourite kind of jewelry is earrings and he especially loves dangly earrings

Aaron T

This man can be creepy af ngl

You will never see him coming

This bitch is silent and no sounds will be coming out of him until he's got his target on lock

He hates when people beg him and scream

Like please,,

He realises you don't want to die

No one particularly wants to die via assassin but suck it up

Deal with it, it's happening now

Z gets headaches and migraines super easily

So when people are screaming it just makes him want to shut them the fuck up even faster

Z got into the business by accident

He's been working in the industry the second longest, just after Jesse

He was young and naive

Initially Z was meant to be a bodyguard of sorts

And he was for a little while

But once he was sucked into the company he could not leave

Kinda sad but mans is being manipulated fr

Z mainly takes on people who oppose the company he works for

But there's always that one person who just doesn't make any sense

But oh well, money's money right ??

Z's weapon of choice is anything with a blade tbh but he's known to use a dagger

Z is probably the most sympathetic assassin out of them all

Don't get me wrong he's not kind, good or even nice

He really just doesn't like watching people in pain

For an assassin he's pretty squeamish

He tries his best to give every target a quick death

One that's as painless as possible

Deep inside (where he's repressed the shit out of his emotions) Z really wishes he could leave this way of life and do anything else

He probably became an assassin at the youngest age

Z definitely wanted to prove his independence by getting a job and just got unlucky

Z is incredibly grateful for Jesse

After having spent so long in the business with no support having a mentor-figure was a godsend

Robaire somehow always gets Z into competitions over their kill count that week

They get T to keep a tally

Z finds T really refreshing, after having spent so long being uniform within the industry because that's all he knew to have someone just do whatever the fuck he feels like is kinda mind-blowing

Tae's cuteness may make people melt but Z's stoic shows of affection make all the boys simply implode

Fun fact: Z hates rollercoasters with a fucking passion, especially ones that go upside down

Robaire

Robaire prefers to watch his target for a while

A couple weeks to a month usually

He keeps a firm distance from his targets and only watches over them

Robaire believes getting close to your target is idiotic when it's your literal job to make them extinct

Ahem looking at Jesse and Tae Young

Okay but while he doesn't personally agree with these methods he can acknowledge the results they bring both assassins

And he just really admires Jesse but don't tell him that

Robaire really plans out the best course of action for each of his targets

Double then triple checks the file whilst making the plan

Not that he needs to - he's got it memorised

But just in case

Robaire is someone who would do anything for his family

Even commit murder to pay back a debt

He never enjoyed his job, he despised it in fact but it was all for his family and fuck if there isn't a better cause than that...

Robaire got into the business through a family debt

His cousin was the one meant to work to return the debt on behalf of his uncle

But instead Robaire was offered last minute instead

Being who he is Robaire accepted because at the time he had no idea about his cousin and thought he was the only one who could repay the debt

And of course he'd do anything to help his family

It took years after learning the truth

And some all-nighters filled with reassurance and advice from Jesse

That Robaire finally let himself be angry at his family

He finally let himself mourn the loss of his freedom to a debt that he wasn't supposed to be paying back

At his core Robaire is just tired and missing his family

He just wants love - is that too much to ask ??

*Cue the rest of 4*TOWN starring as Robaire's chosen family !! :DD*

When they aren't squabbling or competing Robaire and Z are bonding over their shared trauma as all rivals should

They relate to each other in the way they were both coerced into the business a way too young of an age

They both find that their rivalry keeps their mind off things so even if from the outside it looks bad they both know just how good their relationship with each other is

Jesse fills a father/uncle role for Robaire

He's someone to look up to and admire

But he's also someone Robaire can come to in a time of need and curl up against as they fall asleep together

One day randomly Tae Young started giving Robaire homemade bead friendship bracelets

Robaire gave him one in return and it became almost a tradition

now they make bead bracelets together on off days bc awww

Fun fact: Robaire loves the Paddington movies - something about a small bear finding a family with humans in London tickles him and makes him go all soft

Tae Young

If silent but deadly was a person

In and out in a matter of minutes

Though he will stay behind just to make sure you stay dead

Tae's a bit of a worrier

He's scared he's going to mess up and get into trouble

He has a bit of trouble with authority figures

(No I'm not projecting)

You'd think he'd be the kindest assassin but not really

When Tae Young was first starting out he definitely cried a little bit when completing missions

He's found ways around that though

Tae realised killing people with his own two hands just wasn't working out for him

So his demise-determiner of choice is poison

Depending on the instructions within a targets file Tae will switch out slow-acting poisons for faster ones, untraceable poisons for obvious ones, and so on

His preferred method is similar to Jesse's in that he will make appearances in your life

Expect him to be a familiar and friendly face you see fairly often

But Tae's role in his target's life will never develop from there

He likes to gather intel in person, like Jesse, but he won't use only that method as it's impractical and would take months to learn anything below surface level unless he posed as a therapist or something

Leave that shit to people with too much time on their hands like Jesse

After Tae Young's gathered whatever info he needs he gets right into the main part of the mission - the assassination

If given a choice Tae personally prefers fast-acting, untraceable poisons but any will do

Tae Young got into the business a bit differently to the other boys

You see Tae was introduced into this way of life through his family, like Robaire, not because of a debt or anything like that

It's because his whole family are, have been or have some connection to assassins

The family business with a dark side if you will

Tae doesn't love his job but he figures it could be worse

He makes a fair bit of money and he has the freedom to do most things on his own terms and reject a mission if it violates his boundaries

Plus he the free time to volunteer at animal shelters so in his mind there isn't really anything better suited for him out there

But coming from a family of assassins Tae Young has access to a lot of resources the others don't have

Of course he shares what he can though

Tae Young loves to try and trick T by giving him phony tips "from his family" just to see him try them out

And he does

Every

Single

Time !!

And T always comes back with a weird story about how he somehow managed to make Tae's ridiculous advice work for him

One day Tae Young will successfully trick him...one day !!

A huge hobby of Tae's is pestering Jesse

"Jesseeeeee,, can we see the kidsss ??"

"Jesseeeeee,, can you get me a dog ??"

"Jesseeeeee,, what about a cat ??"

"But Jesseeeeee,, I really want ice cream !! Can we pleaaassseee go get some ??"

And because Jesse is a 10/10 older male figure in all the boys lives (and because no one can resist Tae's puppy dog eyes) he usually gets what he wants

Tae Young and Z definitely have quiet time together

Whether they nap, do a puzzle, watch a movie or show, doesn't matter because it's quiet bonding away from the noise (Aaron T)

And Tae loves to paint Z's nails

He tries out new nail art on Z

Z proudly shows it off - he even gets fingerless gloves just so he can show off Tae's nail art even when he's on missions - it makes Tae smile every time he sees it

Fun fact: Though Tae loves animals big and small he does have a fucking ginormous small fear of cows (yes i am projecting, don't laugh, cows are frightening af try me-)

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Okay and that's all for our latest lore dump, hopefully the next post will be the HS theatre headcanons but who knows at this point lmao

Hope you enjoyed <3

#4town headcanons #4town #4*town #4 town #4town aaron t #4*town aaron t #4town jesse #4*town jesse #4town aaron z #4*town aaron z #4town robaire #4*town robaire #4town tae young #4*town tae young #4town au #turning red 4town #assassin au

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prettytoxicrevolver · 3 years ago

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Father | Sykkuno

Requested? Yup! I hope you like it!

Warnings? Nah

Summary: Sykkuno disappears from streaming for six months only to come back with a few new life changes

Word Count: 1,383

“Are you sure he’ll be okay?” Sykkuno asks nervously for the millionth time.

“He’ll be just fine. Besides we can always come pop in if you want us to,” you reassure him, and when Sykkuno still looks unsure you press a kiss to his lips.

“Darling, it’s all gonna be okay. I’m right here if you need me.”

Sykkuno searches your eyes for a moment before nodding silently. He presses a long kiss to your lips before leaning over to press a kiss to your son’s forehead. You send him another soft smile before shooing your husband off to his recording room.

Sykkuno had decided to take off the past six months when he found out his wife was pregnant. He wanted to focus on you and his son as much as possible, trying to spend every possible second with the newborn in the household. It was difficult not to tell his fanbase about the million new aspects in his life but he also valued his privacy.

Especially when it came to you. You were the most precious thing in his life, never wanting the world to get to you in any way. His son was on the same level, his whole world the minute he was born. He could think of nothing else, focus on nothing, but you and his son. His whole world, his loves, his everything.

His job also meant everything to him. He had worked at his youtube career for so long and his fans meant everything. They supported him through so much and he owed them everything. However, he knew he needed time away before letting them in on two of the biggest moments of his life.

As he sits down at his streaming desk, a wave of nerves hits him for a moment before stilling practically a second afterward. He was anxious to stream for the first time in a while. He had decided for the first time back to mostly sit and talk, give them all of the updates, tell them why he randomly disappeared, and let them know about the biggest things going on in life.

He gets everything set up, the motions coming back like he hadn’t been away for so long. His mind wanders to you as he works, wishing you were sitting with him, talking to him softly about your day, about your son, about your friends, whatever. Just listening to your voice as he works.

You wander around the apartment, bouncing your son on your hip as you slowly pick up random things to clean up. Your mind is not where it’s supposed to be, focusing solely on your husband and his upcoming stream. You had become so used to Sykkuno being around so much it felt empty the minute he stepped away.

You knew him going back to streaming was inevitable, and you would never keep him away from his job. It meant so much to him and you loved the glow in his eyes when he finished a stream and came to tell you all about it. It was special. You smiled mindlessly as you wandered around, thinking about your husband and how lucky you were.

Sykkuno makes sure everything is perfect, double and triple checking everything on stream before deciding to finally hit start on his stream. Chat pops up immediately, thousands of comments greeting him and questions asking where he’s been flood instantly and he smiles sheepishly.

“What’s going on guys,” he asks and the questions keep coming and coming.

He lets them go for a minute, the mods doing the most to filter and keep out the hate and he nods and smiles as he takes another deep breath.

“I know I’ve been away for a while,” he starts and watches as chat simultaneously reminds him that he left without a word for six months and while others support him.

“And I just kinda wanted to explain to you guys what happened.”

His mind races for a moment, trying to think of a way to word this but he knew he had to just let it out. Let out the two biggest secrets he had been hiding.

“So for a while now, I’ve actually been married. A few of you guys speculated when you saw the ring on my finger and it’s true. I married the love of my life,” he says smiling wide at the thought of you.

Chat blows up, to the point he isn’t sure whether or not twitch can handle how many questions are running at him at once. He tries to skim through it, hoping to answer a few of the millions coming through.

“How long ago did you get married? Uhh about a year ago,” he says absentmindedly fiddling with his wedding ring.

He nods as he searches for another question, hoping to clear half confusion for the disappearance.

“Who is she? What is she like? Guys, don’t tell her I said this but she’s the best. The better half of me and I love her so much.”

His smile had grown significantly and he decides to search for one more question before dropping his other news.

“Can we meet her? Well actually,” he trails off grabbing his phone from the desk in front of him.

He sends a quick text to you, asking if you would feel comfortable coming on stream and possibly even showing your son on stream.

Just as you rock your son to a light sleep, your phone dings with a text from your husband. Your head tilts, pulling it out of your back pocket and maneuvering it around till you can see. A smile replaces your confused look when Sykkuno asks if you and Christian could come visit stream.

You send him a quick yes and he tells you to wait until he tells you to come in.

“Okay guys, she’s gonna be here in a second. But I have to tell you the main reason I stopped streaming.”

“I am now a father,” he explains simply and chat lags so badly he’s certain it’s broken.

“I have a son named Christian, he’s 6 months old,” and he smiles when he realizes the irony of it.

At this point you had been standing next to Sykkuno’s recording room, listening to your husband talk about your little family and smiling. It made your heart fly to hear him talk so fondly of your life together.

Your phone dings with the text telling you to come in and you slowly open the door before shutting it behind you. Sykkuno’s eyes are already on you and you smile, lifting your sons hand to wave at him and he giggles lightly before reaching his hands out to you.

You nervously step into frame, Sykkuno wrapping an arm around you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Guys these are the loves of my life,” he introduces and you giggle looking over at him.

“This is my wife (y/n), and our son Christian.”

You wave Christian’s hand to the camera and laugh when Sykkuno grabs his hand and pretends to take a bite of it. He presses a kiss to his son's forehead and Christian is completely unaware of it all, snoozing happily.

“I’ll join you in a little bit, yeah?” Sykkuno asks and you nod.

You lean forward, pecking his lips without a second thought and take you and your son back out and to the living room. You sit for another 10 or 15 minutes before the door opens and Sykkuno comes out a tired smile on his lips.

You stand, placing your son in his bounce chair and make your way over to your husband. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and he pushes his face into your neck causing a giggle to escape your lips.

“I love you and our little family so much. You know that right?” he asks when he comes up again to look at you.

“Of course darling. I don’t think I’ll ever love anything as much as you and our son,” you say trailing your hand to his cheek, your thumb rubbing back and forth absentmindedly.

He smiles leaning into your touch before pressing his lips to yours, the same kiss that makes your heart go wild.

#sykkuno fanfic #sykkuno x reader #sykkuno imagine #sykkuno x y/n #x reader #imagine #fanfic #x y/n #bravebesson

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hoaqins-funk-house · 4 years ago

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky?

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak.

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw.

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel.

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders.

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait.

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!"

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being.

And you know what?

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand.

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks?

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before.

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled.

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused.

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad."

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes.

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning.

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it."

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything.

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop.

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out.

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's.

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button.

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss.

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard.

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin.

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange.

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill.

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?”

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you.

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?”

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses.

Why would he say it like that?!

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around.

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders.

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him.

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm.

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist.

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped.

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response.

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily.

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.”

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building.

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound.

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them.

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?”

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks.

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned.

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.”

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

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Hi Hi!!!! So I've been following your account for a little while now and I love every single comedy bomb you drop on what you write so I was wondering....

How would the boys react to their S/O who is usually reserved when at the lair, doing a full 180 when at April's? Like they could be April's roommate or something?....

Like crackhead energy, dishing out memes and vines and literally having a duel with Casey about leftovers in the fridge?... Yeah I know it's very specific 💀

I don't know.....the idea just popped into my head but I lack the creativity and comedy skills for that...so I was wondering if you could do something with this?.....

It's totally fine, if not 😁😁

This is... 100% me. I love this and I'm gonna pour my soul into it. Also I have started mentally referring to these as comedy bombs and I refuse to stop.

Also, I hope you don't mind that I wrote these in oneshot form instead of bullet points. It just made more sense for my brain.

TMNT Oneshots

The boys with a partner whose reserved at the lair but an absolute crack gremlin at home 🤣

Donatello

Donnie may have been a man of science, all logic and facts and numbers and things. But he absolutely believed that everyone had three separate faces, you were direct proof of that theory. While the purple terrapin had known you for nearly a year you’d only started dating a month ago and it shocked him that he was still uncovering new things about you. He loved it, sure, but it had a tendency to give him figurative whiplash.

He’d always known you to be calm and collected, maybe even a bit shy. He swore you’d explode if more than one person tried to talk to you at the same time. So it wasn’t an over exaggeration for him to say that your behavior at home nearly made him break his neck.

He was only there to help April fix a bug in her laptop and to confirm your next date, he was excited to see you since you’d had no contact in person for a week because of your schedules. Just lots of phone calls and exchanged text messages. You both missed each other like crazy and your roommate had neglected to inform you that your boyfriend was coming over.

Hers was already there and he was driving you up the wall, you’d never actually thought about committing a murder but Casey was pushing you very close to the edge of snapping. And he might as well have crane-kicked you off your cliff of patience and into the rushing river of “you little fucking shit I’m gonna piss on your grave” below. You hadn’t even heard Donnie come in through the window much less his conversation with April over her computer.

All you knew was that Casey had come parading into your room like a tyrant eating the leftovers in the fridge that you had specifically put your name on. That did it. Your eyes had skimmed over the top of your textbook to meet the asshole in front of you.

“Casey?”

He couldn’t speak through the mouthful he was trying to chew and grunted in pathetic response.

“Is that my cheeseburger?”

You’d never seen a living person imitate a pug’s facial structure so well, the man’s eyes bugged out of his head and he tossed the takeout box on your desk before turning and bolting out of your room. You followed about two steps behind with a bottle of shampoo in your hand. No, you weren’t entirely sure where you’d grabbed it from, all you knew was that it was your weapon. And it quickly became a very messy problem when it missed your target (Casey’s head) and slammed into the wall, exploding on impact.

You didn’t think you’d thrown it that hard.

“April April help help help helpppppppppppppp-'' The two on the couch had looked up during the chase throughout the apartment, Donnie was mostly curious at what Casey was screaming about. Not a lot usually made the guy make that noise. He was then distracted by April grabbing the laptop and passing it to him, she then clambered over his legs to sit behind him.

“YOU UGLY ASS CROISSANT! FUCKING PANINI HEAD- IT HAD MY NAME ON IT YOU DAFT AVACADO!”

Your boyfriend almost went vertical upon watching you tackle Casey to the floor and knee him in the groin. You shook the terrified man under you and slammed him a little harder into the rug.

“Touch my shit again and I’m gonna make the beaches of Normandy look like a goddamn family vacation.”

Then you climbed off of him and stood, brushing your disheveled t-shirt off with a huff. Donnie caught your attention and you raised your head to grin excitedly at him.

“Hi Dove! April didn’t tell me you were coming over,” you practically skipped over to the couch to peck him on the cheek, “I missed ya, are we still on for Saturday?”

He nodded in complete shock, his gaze flitting from you to Casey, who was still wheezing on the floor and clutching his dick.

“Uhhh yeah! Yeah, yep, Still good for Saturday. Uhm, completely unrelated question, where the hell did you learn to grapple like that?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, already walking to the hall closet to grab cleaning supplies for the puddle of shampoo in the walkway.

“Just kinda picked it up I guess? I’ve watched you guys train enough.”

Leonardo

See, Leo had always known that you were hiding something from him. Be it your true personality or some deep dark secret. He wasn’t really in a rush to find out, you’d tell him when you were ready. The leader enjoyed your quiet disposition anyways, you gave good advice and liked to meditate with him, what more could he ask for? What more could he want?

Well, maybe if you got along better with his family, although he supposed that wasn’t your fault, you always had been a bit shy. Even six months into your relationship with him, Leo only hoped that you’d warm up to his brothers eventually. You seemed to do alright with Splinter, that was a plus for the situation. It wasn’t that you were mean or impolite to the others, you were just… avoidant. Distant, quiet, whatever word you wanted to use. You just didn’t seem comfortable at the lair.

He was excited that April had asked to host a game night though, maybe you’d come out of your shell (haha, see what I did there?) and socialize, even for a little bit. They’d all shown up a few minutes early to make sure April didn’t need help with anything, she’d assured them that everything was handled and made sure to inform Leo that you would be back shortly with Casey from your snack run. Mikey had joked that you’d ditched the get together to avoid them but they all knew it ran the possibility of not being a joke.

You unlocked the door and held it open so Casey could get inside without tripping himself before entering yourself and kicking your shoes off. Leo looked up to meet your eyes and you sent him a wild grin, your entire face lit up with amusement.

“Hi babes! Are you ready to get your ass kicked at Monopoly?”

All the poor turtle could do was nod.

“Good. I did grab drinks by the way, April there should be a mixer in the cooler bag, Donnie there’s some of that lemon lime stuff that you said you wanted to try, Mikey, orange crush as usual, Raph I tried to go for Dr. Pepper but they were out so I figured that root beer was a safe second. And Leo they had a new boba flavor that you haven’t had yet so I grabbed one. If you don’t like it then you can have mine, I just have the peach royal.”

Beverages were tossed and they were lucky that their surprise didn’t throw off their catching skills. You and April shared a quick word in the kitchen as you took your coat off and ran a hand through your hair.

After some arguments team captains were decided and Donnie nearly had a heart attack when you picked him instead of Leo or either of your friends. He even went so far as to point at himself to make sure you weren’t joking. You declared that while you loved your boyfriend his morals were too strong to be competitive, Donnie’s were not, he said so himself.

They were all surprised that you’d remembered that conversation.

It wasn’t until halfway through the game that things started getting heated, you and Mikey were nearly jumping across the table at each other. And it visibly took all of your strength to not burst out laughing when he started yelling.

"YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS CHEATING! YOU'RE CHEATING! GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE!"

April and Casey were snorting into their arms as you got to your feet and walked towards the kitchen, making a poor attempt at climbing the appliance.

"THIS HOUSE IS A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!"

Raphael

Raph had always been under the impression that you were never really 100% yourself around him, he knew for a fact that you weren’t when you stayed over. He’d never seen someone so aggressively avoid someone, except himself of course. You were his partner of almost a year and it seemed like you were never going to let your true self shine. However you did seem to lighten up when you were alone with him, he supposed that was normal, but you may as well have been a pair of old earbuds that only work when you held them a certain way at the lair.

He honestly hadn’t expected that to change tonight, not given the text that Casey had sent him informing him of April’s recent breakup with whatever guy she’d been dating. So when he climbed in through the window and saw both you and Casey sitting on the floor in front of the bathroom he really didn’t think that the words out of your mouth would be-

“April you’ve got another twenty minutes of this then I’m ripping the door off the hinges!”

Casey shot you a look and you shrugged nonchalantly before getting to your feet and walking over to your confused boyfriend.

“Hey, sorry about this. Casey only texted you as a last resort if he needed someone to stop me from tearing the door off.”

Raph found that peculiar, “Uh, couldn’t he do it himself?”

The man in question looked up from his spot on the floor.

“Nah dude, they’re crazy. Last time I tried stopping them from doing something they nearly knocked my damn tooth out while screaming, and I quote, “If you put your hands on me I’m gonna fucking rip your face off” and quite frankly I don’t have the balls to test that.”

“No no dude, that’s valid. I wouldn’t either. Babe, why are you so-”

You raised an eyebrow at him over a glass of water, “Violent? I’m not Raph. These two just have little bitch feelings.”

He found it hard not to laugh at that and fifteen minutes later when you left his side to approach the door again it sent him reeling.

“This shit’s temporary April. You’ve got nice teeth and a fat ass, stuff your feelings down!”

Michelangelo

There would never be a time where Mikey wasn’t a prankster with you, it was just simply non-negotiable. You were cool with that and he was aware, he was also aware that no pranks were to be pulled at the lair. So he’d reign it in while you visited, just for a short while. But you’d never said anything about the apartment and Mikey was a creature of opportunity.

Unfortunately Leo talked him out of it and forced him not to pull anything while they visited. The leader was already on edge so when he walked in with the others following closely behind you were the first person to see him. Your eyes caught Mikey’s instantly and you might as well have been telepathic at that moment. But you took one look at Leo’s solid, angry face and seized your moment.

They weren’t at all ready for the scream.

“GET YOUR FUCKIN’ DOG BITCH!”

And they also weren’t ready for Mikey’s response of, “It don’t bite.”

And Leo was not ready for the pillow that got whipped at his face at incredibly high speed.

“YES IT DO-”

So when Leo finally realized that they were yelling at him his mood did not improve at all and in fact declined sharply into a pit of “oh fuck”. And that was how you ended up on Mikey’s shoulder getting dragged away from any sort of repercussion for your actions.

These got a little short near the end but I hope you like 'em and I hope I was able to capture what you had in mind! 😁

-Mars 🌠

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