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jangofctts · 5 years ago

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Madness (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Smut, handjobs, language, sex, creampies, Poe Dameron is a warning in its self, slight description of blood/injury

A/N: sorry that this is a day late y’all. I'm v sick and high on nyquill yehaww brothers

This is not your fault.

Oh, Stars, but it is.

You bury your fingers, blackened with motor oil, into your hair and fold into yourself. You wish you could disappear. Wouldn't that be a fucking miracle and a half? You spare another glance at the destroyed droid and with a despaired wail, you bury your face into your knees again.

What the fuck were you thinking?

See, it started out fine, like most things do. But of course, like always, it turned out to be a real garbage fire. No, not even that. It was worse than a garbage fire. All you wanted to do was help out, and with the slowly dwindling amount of pilots available, you are pushed to the side. No pilots, no mechanics.

Droid maintenance is not your forte, but Kaydel Ko had specifically asked for your help and of course being the blubbering mess you are, you couldn't say no. All it took was a sweet, helpless smile and then boom! Here you are, stuck with a First Order droid with a processing chip all but fucking obliterated.

You thought it'd be easy to rewire the little BB unit, but the spunky little thing had its very own arsenal of weapons. Your legs and hands are a mess of electrical burns and tiny slashes that sting much worse than a papercut and steadily ooze blood. It would absolutely not stay still, so you resorted to a makeshift prison made out of duct tape and bungee chords until you could sort of pry into the droid's mainframe. You toyed with one wire at most and the droid spun its little head around, knocked the tweezers clean out of your hand, tore three more wires and with a disheartening woop; exploded in your face.

You aren't really thinking straight the moment you decide that hiding the blasted thing would be a grand idea. So, with your face covered in black soot and your hands bordering being numb, you scoop the destroyed droid up and sprint out of the base. You do have some luck, you figure. You run into nobody in the hallways leading outside; no one to see your absolute disaster that you plan on chucking into the dense forest.

You beeline towards the X-Wings and just as you think that you'd finally, finally be done with this whole mess, your worst nightmare appears.

Poe Dameron in all his neon orange jumpsuited glory steps out behind the body of his X-Wing. Right in your path of destruction. It's inevitable, really. The first syllable of watch out is barely out of your mouth before he even comprehends you're there and then you're crashing into him, faster than fucking lightspeed.

The resounding 'oof' as you barrel into him will no doubt haunt your dreams, and you have just enough time to watch as the droid bounces on the ground, spraying sparks everywhere, then disappear into the underbrush, before Poe collapses on you. At least one of your problems is solved.

"What the hell?"

You would ask the same thing, but the entirety of Poe's weight focused on your back is doing a splendid job of crushing your lungs. Your hand shoots back and slaps at whatever it can. "P-poe! Can't breath!"

"Aw, shit. Sorry, kid."

You heave in precious air once he unravels himself out of the pickle you've put yourself in and before you know it, he hooks an arm underneath your armpit and hauls you up. He takes one good look at you, up and down, and has to bite his lip to keep his smile away. Not like it does much good.

"You—uh—ok, kid?" He coughs, trying real hard.

You throw your hands up. "Oh! Go ahead and laugh! That's all I'm good for anyway!"

What little pride you have left rapidly dwindles but as his shoulders shake in uncontrollable laughter that morphs into one of those laughs where you can't breathe, you can't help but smile yourself. Poe's glee is contagious (even if you are the butt of it) and you're glad you can give him some comedic relief. The days are getting darker, more friends are dying, and it's harder to put on a smile, even for Poe. It's a rare and special moment to provide some momentary happiness.

Eventually his chuckles taper off. He's folded over, clutching his stomach as tears shine at the corners of his eyes. "You—you!"

Another fit of giggles consume him after taking another peek at your face. "Wha—what ha-happened?"

You huff and cross you arms over your chest. Try as you might to appear irked, a lopsided grin still lines your face. "That is none of your business."

Poe wipes at his eyes and stands, his chest still heaving. "You're the one who tackled me. The least you could do is tell me."

"I did not tackle you," you scoff. "You were in the way!"

He's still smiling as he shakes his head. "Yeah, whatever. Kaydel Ko asked you to rewire that FO droid, right?"

You grimace. "No."

He raises a brow and ruffles your unruly hair. "Sure, kid."

Poe takes a glance at where the droid launched into the trees and points. "C'mon, I think it went over there."

To your horror he seizes your upper arm and drags you forward. Oh. nonononono. You dig your heels in but Poe is persistent and you're quickly coming to terms with your impeding doom and ridicule, so you let him take you.

It's easy to find. The droid is still smoking and sparking, looking oh so sad nestled between a tree and a large fern. Poe starts laughing again.

"The hell d'you do to the poor thing? Run it over with a pod-racer?"

"Something like that," you mumble.

Poe scoops it up and the damage looks even more devastating when he's holding it. You chew your lip and sigh as he hands it back. "Thanks, I guess."

With an amused 'mhm' he once again places a hand on your shoulder and wheels you out of the forest. You don't mean to tense up (a force of habit really) as his thumb whispers over your shoulder blade, but the damage is done and his hand drops. You want to wack yourself with a stick.

You pause by his X-Wing. "Hey, I'm sorry for, y'know tackling you. Also, th-thank you..."

He flashes you a smile and shrugs. "No biggie, Sparky."

You scowl. "Don't call me that."

That pulls out another laugh and then he's staring at you. Those big brown eyes, so warm and deep like the richness of the soil, capture yours as if they have their own gravitational pull. All grasp on words slip your mind and you're left to wrestle with your tongue into saying something. Why is he looking at you like that?

"I can help."

You blink. "What?"

"With the droid, I mean," he offers. You swear you can see the skin underneath his collar flush red. Poe Dameron blushing. Hm.

You have absolutely no clue why you agree, but his bright smile is enough to launch your heart against your ribcage.

"Great. I'll let Kaydel know we'll have it done by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" You squeak. Fat chance.

Before you can argue, he ruffles your hair again and shoots off. "Meet you at 1900 in maintenance!"

You glance down at the droid. The hole in its head sparks. "Oh, Stars."

=-=-=-=

You're pacing by the time 1850 rolls around, your stomach a mess of knots and twists. You don't want Poe Dameron to help you. In fact, you don't want him here at all!

You're clean at least. The black soot covering your face was a bitch to scrub off and there's still some of it hiding in the lines of your skin, but it's the best you can do. Not that you care. Well, you shouldn't care what Poe thinks. You know each other—scratch that. You know him from the years spent in the Resistance, because, well, he's Poe Dameron. As for yourself, you're 99.9 percent positive the only reason he happens to know your name is because there's only fifteen of you still alive following the aftermath of Crait. Kinda hard not to know your fellow survivors.

You never minded it. You're used to being alone, pushed to the side where you could blend in like a shadow. Really, it's the only reason why you managed to escape the First Order. No one paid you half a mind when you slipped inside that ship and piloted away. Well...you were shot at shortly after, but that's not important.

You're not paying attention--lost inside your head again when the blast doors swoosh open. You don't even fucking see him until you collide head on for the second time today. With a strangled yelp, you both stumble and trip over a flailing limb here and a hidden wire there. The whole debacle ends up with you smacking the back of your head devastatingly hard on the duracrete floor and with Poe's entire weight once again crushing down on your chest cavity.

"Holy shit, Sparky," he groans. His head is nestled in the crook of your neck and if you weren't seeing stars spinning in your fucking orbit, you'd have the decency to be embarrassed. "You trying to kill me?"

"Un-Unsuc-successfully," you wheeze. "How-how m'I doing?"

He pulls away just a fraction, hovering so close that you feel his nose brush against yours. "A for effort. Though, I don't think you're really cut out to be an assassin. Might wanna reconsider that career path."

"Agreed."

Fuck. Your head is pounding. You don't even get to enjoy the way Poe feels pressed against you, or how good he smells. Maker, he smells good, something warm and woodsy, but fuck, you are in so much pain. Are you bleeding? You're pretty sure you're bleeding.

"Did you hit your head?" He asks, his plush lips twitching into a frown. He still hasn't moved from the current position of lying between your legs and it makes everything worse.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine," he huffs. "I heard your head smack the ground, Sparky. Lemme see it."

Poe peels himself off of you and tugs you into a sitting position. You reel and squeeze your eyes shut as nausea punches through your gut and the edges of your vision go a bit fuzzy. Damn, you really did not plan on getting a concussion today, nor have Poe Dameron be the one to patch you up.

He sits behind you and as his calloused fingers sweep across the back of your neck, you tense up. Poe hesitates then, his fingertips ghost above the skin, barely there and you try to relax. Years spent in an organization where corporal punishment is encouraged will surely make one hesitant of touch and try as you might, it's a hard habit to curve.

"I'm just checking to see if you're bleeding," Poe says softly noting your tension. "Is that ok?"

You nod and wave his concerns away. "Yeah, s'fine."

He cradles the back of your neck in one calloused palm while the other gently cards through your hair. He sucks in an audible wince and icy panic floods your veins. He must sense your apprehension because his thumb unconsciously begins to rub tiny circles onto your skin.

"Don't freak out... But you have a teeny, tiny cut," he tells you. "Microscopic, really."

You're gonna die. Maker, you're gonna die because of that stupid fucking droid. You're going to smash that fucker into smithereens even if it's the last thing you do. You try and move, eyes locked on the piece of junk across the room, but Poe is hurriedly pushing you back down.

"Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa!" His hands are like metal clamps on your shoulders and you grunt in irritation. "Just sit. I'll go get a medkit. Nothing a little bacta won't fix."

He's right. You're overreacting, but that droid's beady little eye seems to sparkle with smug satisfaction at your demise. You glare and swear revenge.

Behind you, Poe runs to the wall where the kit hangs and hurries back with the spray on bacta canister. You barely feel it coat the back of your skull and then he's done. "See, I told you. It's already healing."

"Wow, thank the Maker that the joke of the Resistance is saved," you sigh. You reach up to touch the dully throbbing area but Poe smacks your hand away. "Ow!"

"Don't touch it." He chides.

You roll your eyes and turn your head to face him and jut a thumb over your shoulder, "How long do I have to wait until we get to fixing that piece of shit over there."

Poe blinks, glances at the droid then back to you. "I dunno, half an hour?"

"Half—Poe! Are you serious?" You hiss. "We're going to be here all night!"

The pilot has the audacity to shrug. You want to throttle him. "It's not like we have anywhere to be."

You open your mouth to protest, but once again he's right. You scowl and glare at the frayed laces of your boot. This is officially, the worst day you've ever had.

A prolonged silence, a bit awkward and filled with your obvious irritation, blankets the room. Poe has enough sense not to prod at your buttons and settles down to your right. Your head is starting to feel much better at least.

It continues like this. Neither of you speak for the better part of ten minutes and then, quietly, almost to too quiet, he says;

"You're not a joke, y'know."

Your brows furrow together and you pause. You look up and he's got that warm, familiar look again and it only brings a dull ache that eats away inside your chest. Part of you wants to agree, but that dark and nasty other part that lurks deep in your chest lashes it's claws out at the thought. He doesn't know you—doesn't know the pain you've been through. You don't want his pity.

You look away. "I...I don't think you know who I am, Poe."

Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek as you pick at the skin along your fingernails. You can feel his eyes crawl over your face and you do everything in your power not to catch his eye because tears are starting to prick at your eyes. Maker, why are you crying? This situation, in its entirety, is beyond stupid.

He says your name, your full name and the air in your lungs seizes. "I know you. You were a Lieutenant in the First Order before you came to us. I remember the day you arrived too."

You spare him a glance and he smiles.

"I remember 'cause that janky Xi-class you were piloting was blasted to hell and you somehow managed to park it without killing anyone. And then—this is my favorite part—you walk out, still in your uniform and you go 'I do hope I don't have to pay for parking'. And then you collapse face first onto the ground." Poe's chuckling as a blush flushes up to your ears. You recall. Vividly.

You snort and rub at your chin. "It wasn't all that amazing."

"Sparky, you stole a First Order ship and flew to a Rebel base. That's pretty ballsy."

You shrug.

"I also remember that time you tricked out Jess's rig with those mods. Me and Snap were jealous for weeks. And that time you spilled caf all over Leia's datapac. Remember that?" Poe says. His hand inches closer your knee. "And when you gave her that replacement one, all those ads about male enhancement pills and 'hot Twi'leks near YOU' kept popping up?"

"Arhg!" You cry, burying your face into your hands. You're pretty sure at this point you could fry an egg on your face from how hot your skin feels. "That was so fucking embarrassing. I-I can't—why would—ahg!"

"Kid, that was the funniest thing I've ever seen."

"That still makes me the butt of every joke! And I still can't even fix a droid properly!" You wail. "Or how about that time I dropped a crate of explosives? I might as well throw myself in a trash compactor."

Before you can even fucking blink, Poe's hands snatch up yours and hold them so firmly you have no choice but to look at him. "Sparky, listen to me."

You quite like the color of his eyes you come to find. A honeyed caramel, so rich that it'd take years to explore the countless layers. There's no malice, no hidden motives you can detect. Just pure, unrefined kindness and hope and—Stars, he's gorgeous.

His thumbs run across the slopes of your knuckles and it's electrifying. "You are one of the only people keeping the Resistance together."

"Bu-"

"Shut up. I'm not done."

You mouth zips shut

"You focus so much on the bad that you don't realize how much you contribute," he says with a gentle smile. "You maybe aren't the best with droids, but people? Sparky, so many of us look to you for hope. I know it's cheesy, but you really do brighten a room with your smile."

A tear trails down the curve of your cheek and he's quick to cradle your jaw and swipe it away with the pad of his thumb. "I don't know what we would—what I would do without you."

"Poe," his name comes out shaky and soft and you know he can feel your blush under his palm, "I—I...thank you."

His eyes flicker down to your parted mouth and then he brushes his thumb across the seam of your bottom lip. He leans in close enough that you can feel his lips just graze yours, warm breath fanning over your chin, and your eyes flutter shut.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers against your lips. Fuck, he is so infuriatingly perfect, isn't he?

"Yes." Maker, yes, yes, yes. That shouldn't even be a question.

The first kiss is fleeting. An innocent peck that flings open the gaping maw of your desire. Your hand shoots up, tangles in the thick curls atop his head and you drag him closer. He groans into your mouth, grabs at your neck and tilts your head, deepening the kiss. His tongue, hot and wet sweeps over your bottom lip and you readily open your mouth and let your tongue glide over his.

He's playful; breaking away to catch your bottom lip between his teeth, then releasing to hook the tip of his tongue into your top lip then swoop in for a lingering kiss. It's impossible to keep up—he dances to his own tune while you stumble along. There's no lack of enthusiasm on your part however and he isn't bothered in the slightest by the occasional bump of your nose or when the hard enamel of your teeth click together. Your whole juxtaposition changes, and you suddenly want to thank that dumb droid. You'd break a thousand of them if it meant you could continue forever on like this.

Poe eventually leans away, the hand tangled in your hair firm so that you're still only a hairsbreadth apart, carefully lowering himself down until you hover above him. His warm hand that leaves a burning trail down your waist, hooks around your thigh and helps tug your leg over his hips. You pull back to suck in air that's suddenly so difficult to inhale and Stars—he's a sight to see. Those lovely black curls are wild and untamed, his plush lips swollen and pouty because you won't give him another taste of your mouth. His chest heaves and your breath stutters as he plants his hands on the swell of your hips, thumb pressing lightly against the outcrop of bone there.

"Maker, you're gorgeous..." You murmur. You lean down and nestle your head in the crook of his neck, lips seeking out the soft skin above his collar. You trail your lips across the curve of his throat and as your teeth catch his earlobe then lick at the small divot behind his ear, a soft groan leaves his mouth.

"Are-aren't I the one—fuck," his hips twitch as you mouth beneath his stubbled jaw, "s'posed to say that?"

You grin and pull him into an opened mouth kiss. His tongue pulls yours into the wet heat of his mouth and sucks lightly. With a whine, your hips stutter forward as fiery heat trickles into your belly. You can feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressing against your inner thigh and shit—you need him.

Your hips rock forward on their own volition and Poe is quickly there to support as his hands grip you tighter and drag you down harder. He props his knees up and with a sharp moan and digs his clothed cock into the apex of your thighs. The fabric of your pants catches on your clit and it's good. Dry fucking Poe Dameron is a wish come fucking true, but it's not enough.

Poe's smirking as his fingers toy with the buckle of his belt. "You wanna take a ride, Sparky?"

You punch him in the arm.

"Ow!" he pouts. "What was that for?"

"Don't say that shit to me ever again."

His warm chuckle echoes through the room and sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. "What if I ask if you wanna ride my cock reeeal nice and slow? Feel how hot and tight your cunt is when you sink down onto me. You wan't me to say that?"

Paired with his voice, his strong hands grab your ass and roll his hips up into you and you're done for. You melt into his chest, whining out your affirmations and you don't care how he's already got you wrapped so tightly around his fucking finger.

"Take these off." He purrs, skimming his fingertips over the waistband of your trousers.

Somehow you manage to escape your boots and shuck your pants off through the haze of your arousal. When you return, he's got his pants halfway over his knees, pristine white shirt haphazardly torn open revealing the beautiful expanse of tan skin peppered with dark hair. You straddle his thighs, eyeing the tent in his boxers that leaves little to the imagination and the heat in the pit of your stomach swells.

Poe shoots you a coy grin and sweeps a hand down. He grips his cock, still hidden beneath the confines of his boxers, and gives it a teasing stroke. "You want me?"

"Poe," You whine. Stars, he's making this difficult.

He's smug as he slowly, to the point of teasing, tugs down his boxers with his other hand and eases out his cock. It's gorgeous like the rest of him, deliciously thick and curving towards his navel. Precum shines at the head that's flushed a deep maroon, darker than the rest of his sunkissed skin. You're mesmerized with the way he strokes himself; lazy and gentle, focusing on the head then dipping down to squeeze at the base.

His cock bounces as he lets go and snatches your hand that's lying limp over his hip. He guides it over the searing flesh and it feels like velvet covering reinforced durasteel. He swears as your thumb rubs over the head of his cock, wiping away the bead of liquid that pools there. You circle your fingers around his length and stroke down to cup his balls and he juts his hips into your hand.

Fuck. You want to suck him off. Feel him shake and twitch under your tongue and cum down your throat. Yet, as his fingers trail up your inner thigh and pass through the slick folds of your cunt, you are vividly reminded where else you want him.

"Shit," he breaths, circling your clit with the tip of his forefinger. "You're dripping."

Poe probes further, curling his fingers into your cunt, juuust pushing into your entrance until his fingers are shiny and slick with your arousal. He pulls back and you groan at the loss.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and moans. Fuck, why is that so hot? It shouldn't be. "Can I eat you out, Sparky?"

He's digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass, tempting you closer and Maker it sounds good, but—"Later. Fuck me instead."

Poe's lips curl into a wicked smile. "Are you sure?"

His fingers return to your the soaking flesh between your legs and thumb at your swollen clit. You shudder, quickly catching his wrist. "Please."

"Fine," he grumbles. "Later."

Finally, you think as you hold his cock loosely and grind your slick folds against it. He makes a punched out sound when you raise your hips and move the blunt tip to your entrance. You slowly let him sink in, a long stuttered groan falling past his lips at the feel of your hot, tight walls stretching around his cock. Your own breath catches in your chest and you dig your nails into chest, leaving behind tiny crescent shaped dents.

—oh—shit—holy fucking shit.

His cock is catching every ridge and curve until the back of your thighs are seated on his. His eyes are squeezed shut and little gasps, as if he were in pain, are tumbling out every time you twitch around him. He's thick—deliciously so, and when you raise your hips and slide back down, his cock drags against your walls and presses in deep. You grind your hips down, catching your clit on his pubic bone and wildfire spreads throughout your whole frame.

"Ah, fuck," he moans. He gives your hips a squeeze and pulls you against him harder, guiding you into a slow, steady pace. "You fe-feel good. Knew-knew you would."

At this point you're hardly doing any work despite being on top; he has his knees propped up behind you and thrusts up into you then drags you back down by your hips. You're loosing your fucking mind like this. One of his hands drifts down and reaches for your clit, his middle finger stroking against the slick bundle of nerves and the fire in your belly quickly spreads down all the way to your toes. You're shaking, panting sharply, and Poe continues to toy with your clit paired with the even rolling of his hips.

"You gonna cum on my cock, Sparky?" Poe huffs out, grabbing a handful of your asscheek. "Yeah, just...just like that. Cum for me."

Your back arches and everything seizes up tighter than a fucking clamp, and with another pass along your aching clit, you burst hot and wet around his cock. With a hoarse cry, your core clenches and spasms through each one of his thrusts, stretching out your pleasure.

In one smooth, fluid move, Poe sits up and pushes you forward until your back hits the ground and he's towering over you. His hand is buried in your hair, cradling the sensitive area but you're still riding your high to notice the pain. With his free hand he hooks the back of your knee and folds it over his shoulder. Stars, you didn't even know your leg went up this far and when he roughly thrusts into you, the air in your lungs is sucked out and replaced with a strangled wheeze.

"You like that?"

You claw at his bicep as he kneels up and pounds down into you, hitting that heavenly spot within you. Your eyes roll back and Poe curls over you to nuzzle into your damp skin, teeth digging into the exposed skin above the collar of your shirt you never bothered taking off. His thrusts are slowly reaching the pace you need him to go and you bury your fingers in his hair and pull. His moan vibrates over your skin.

"Harder." You order. "P-Poe. I-I n-need—"

Poe digs his teeth in between the junction of your shoulder, slips his cock nearly all the way out of your cunt, then slams it back in deep. It's fast and brutal, and you can hear your flesh slap together, hear the obscene squelching noice your cunt makes from how wet you are. Your face burns in embarrassment, but he's hitting something so devastatingly wonderful that you don't really give a shit.

He's grunting in your ear, whispering praise—how wet you are and how perfect you whine and beg for him. He's plowing into you and you're close. So close to the edge again.

"Fuck," he growls, "m'gonna cum. Where—where do—"

"Anywhere," you gasp, arching into him. "In-in me. Cum inside."

Poe's hips stutter. The fist in your hair tightens and he rocks his hips into three—maybe four times before the muscles in your back stiffen and everything blurs and goes out of focus. White hot pleasure rips you apart, floods each cell with razor sharp heat as your body convulses in ecstasy.

He's hissing out swears between his clenched teeth, as his hips jolt and grinds himself balls deep inside you. Poe captures your lips and feel him pulse and throb, chest heaving, as his load, thick and hot, spurts into you and coats your walls.

Poe keeps you pinned there as his hips shallowly rock into you, savoring the last dregs of his orgasm as you catch your breath. He stills and you two lay there, filling the room with your gentle pants. Your knee slips off his shoulder and he moves to plant a lazy kiss on the corner of your mouth and pulls out. His cum trickles out after and drips down your slit but you're too spent to care right now.

He lifts his head that's resting on your sternum. "How's your head, Sparky?"

"Wha—oh." Truth is you hardly feel it now. The bacta truly does work wonders. "S'fine. Never better."

He shoots you a dashing smile, the gap in his teeth and his boyish air makes your head spin. "Wanna take me out for another spin, then?"

"Poe!"

And the droid never did get fixed...Oh well...

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #star wars #the rise of skywalker #fanfic #itsspacecowboys #this is disgusTANG beware #probably doesn't make sense cuz I'm sick af but eh #smut

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 4 years ago

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Hell and Back Pt. 2

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, hospital mentions, mentions of drug abuse, allusions to suicide, allusion to self harm, self deprecating thoughts, a gun, mentions of knives, mentions of the dead, anxiety, signs of abuse, abusive and toxic relationships, and fainting.

Word Count: 6.1k

Songs: Pleaser-Wallows, 505-Artic Monkeys, Sweater Weather- The Neighborhood, Daddy Issues- The Neighborhood, Paper Planes- M.I.A, We come running- Youngblood Hawke, Young dumb and broke- Khalid, Do I wanna know- Artic Monkeys, Break the Rules- Charli XCX

“I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.”

A/N: There might be some typos and grammatical errors sorry for those, I you want to be added to the Taglist just message me about or comment it. I’ll have a google form for it soon.

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When I saw my little sisters, that all went away. Sure I still called them a lot but nothing could compare to actually seeing them in person. Sapphire launched herself into my arms and I stumbled back a bit.

“I missed you too,” I said.

I hugged Aaliyah too. When I entered the apartment I heard voices. My dad’s and some feminine voice.

I walked in to find some woman who couldn't be older than 25 in my kitchen. Talking and laughing with my dad. I didn’t want to assume anything or start a scene so I just went into my room to catch up with my sisters.

We were talking about some kid who gave me a DMT pen once and I was tripping balls which I probably shouldn’t be talking about, but I want them to feel comfortable enough to come to me. Makes it easier to keep them safe.

Our dad opened the door and hung in the doorway.

“Hey… Y/N do you mind coming here for a sec?”

“Yeah sure…”

I stepped out of the room.

“Is something wrong?” It wasn’t often that he initiated a conversation that would end positively.

“No,no, not at all, I just want you to meet someone,”

When I entered the kitchen the same woman from before was still there. My dad walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

“This is my girlfriend, Camilla”

I knew it . I knew it! I was trying not to be hostile toward her every problem I had was towards my dad so I smiled and waved to her.

“Camilla this is Y/N,” he pointed to me.

“Well I’ll let y’all get acquainted,” He said before leaving the room.

I sat on the kitchen island and waited for her to say something first.

“Look, I would just like to put it out there that I’m not trying to replace your mom in anyway.”

“Thanks I appreciate it,”

“Also, are you okay now?” She asked in a low voice.

“Huh?” I questioned.

“Your dad said you ran away,” Of course he did “and I saw the news with your school at the Washington Monument.” So I guess she knew more about me then expected. Not surprised she was the one to ask me and not my so called dad.

“Thanks for your concern but I’m fine, and sorry to cut this conversation short but I’m drained.”

“Oh, okay, have a nice night,”

“You, too,”

I didn’t have time to think about anything. I just made it back to my room and face planted onto my bed. My whole being was sore including my brain. I didn’t have the energy to change my clothes, to shower, to think about my dad being a pathological liar or anything else that happened today.

I was awoken by my dad. I didn't know how long I slept but the sun was out. I can’t remember the last time I was able to sleep while the sun was up.

“Hey we’re going out, for family bonding and I want you there with us,”

Family.

We ain’t ever been a family before why start now. Is what I really wanted to say but I sucked it up because again I hadn’t seen my sisters in a while.

The movie was really boring. If we’re being honest.

I pulled Aaliyah and Sapphire aside as my dad and Camilla were deep in conversation.

“You know how I was staying at Wade’s house right?”

They both nodded.

“What did dad tell you about this,”

Sapphire just shrugged and Aaliyah was the one to post.

“I dunno he didn’t say much like usual he just kinda said you just left,”

I felt my jaw tightening as I processed her words, my fist clenching by my side.

“Oh, oh okay,” I breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth a couple times “Well I just want you to know I’d never leave y’all without a very good reason, and I never won’t come back,”

By the time we got back to the house it was around twelve since we watched another movie and went to a restaurant. Then got ice cream. This is the most money my dad could’ve possibly spent on me in a long time. I mean he didn’t because I didn’t get anything and bought my own ticket. I didn’t want him to be able to use the fact he bought me stuff against me. I’d gotten tired of the “after I’ll I’ve done for you,” excuse.

I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried I couldn’t sleep. I tried NyQuil, melatonin, and even tea. The tea really did more harm than good.

This was an extremely stupid thing to do so don’t follow my lead but I was bored.

I grabbed a lot of useless shit from the floor of my room and made my way to the roof. I poured hand sanitizer on it and set it on fire. Putting aside the fact that it was really weird the fire was oddly beautiful. I sat there watching it for a minute before stomping it out.

I was going to text my friend Carmen but I realized she was supposed to be asleep and I didn’t want to get her in trouble.

I ended up scrolling through Zillow for a while then that turned into me applying for like four jobs. In which turned into me making spamming multiple friends saying we needed to hang out.

While I was on Zillow there was a relatively cheap apartment in Queens. Which was close to my school. It kept drawing me in for some reason. I bookmarked the tab.

Before I knew it the sun was up. I figured if I couldn’t sleep I would go on a walk to the park.

When I got back to the complex everyone was still asleep except my dad who walked outside like he was waiting on me. He grabbed my arm, squeezing it tightly.

He basically told me I looked like a prostitute. I was running so my sports bra and leggings were actually pretty appropriate. He said that I was probably going out to fuck people and that’s where I always was. I opened my mouth to defend myself.

“Actually I was just going to the-“ I was cut off by a sharp sting on my cheek.

He fucking slapped me. Hard at that. He then grabbed my arm even tighter than before dragging me into the house.

I don’t know what hurt worse my face or that fact that I wouldn’t be able to blame him being drunk on all the times he’d hit me before. He was just an ass.

By the time I made it back to my room it felt like my body was burning itself from the inside out. My face was red and so was my arm from my elbow to almost my wrist. To try to cool myself down I took a cold shower and took some Tylenol.

I still couldn’t sleep but tonight it was because it was so hot. I really needed a fan in my room. It was already 6 so I just decided to get a head start at the school. Not without taking pictures of my bruises before covering them with green concealer and foundation. I wore a hoodie for good measure.

I felt dizzy and decided it was probably best not to skate at the moment and I’m 90% sure I fell asleep on the subway. Apparently we had an art project due which I had no idea existed in the first place so I wasn’t going to that class today. Even though I did truly love Ms. Kramer. I was just gonna skip and go to Bri’s class. Which just happened to be chemistry.

I wasn’t surprised Mr. Cobwell asked no question when I walked in. I ate lunch in his class a couple times, he was chill. He continued on talking about Quantum Theory.

I made Flash move from his seat next to Bri which he immediately did. I guess he was scared of me now.

“Hey,” I said, placing my non bruised side of my face on the desk.

“Hey,” She whispered back. “What class are you supposed to be in?”

“Art,”

“Why are you there? You love art,”

“I’m not feeling it today,”

“Alright,” she nodded.

“Lemme use your AirPods,”

She reached into her bag handing them over going back to taking notes. That didn’t last long.

“What ya watching?” She asked.

“Bad Girls Club,” I smiled knowing she liked this show.

“What season?”

“7,” I whispered because now I felt too weak to waste my energy on speaking. I placed the phone on my lap and she took the other AirPod and before I knew I class was over with Tasha throwing trash everywhere.

I figured I was feeling sick because my blood sugar was low or something so I drank some Apple juice at lunch and called it a day.

Now time for Physics. I hate physics. Why would science ever require so much math?

It was so hot. Like on the face of the sun, hot but I couldn’t take my hoodie off because I felt like I’d sweat my foundation off.

“Are you okay?” Peter asked me “You look pale,” I swear if he doesn’t learn to mind his business.

“I’m fine,” I told him, not sure if I was trying to convince him or myself, I gestured to his notebook. “Do your work,”

“Alright fine,” he said reluctantly, glancing at me once before getting back to writing whatever we were supposed to be doing down.

I pulled my hoodie back over my head and sat up in my seat about to try to do my work again. But it was so hot and I was so dizzy that I couldn’t focus.

The world began to swirl and I knew the switch in my brain was going to flip off. I just didn’t have time or enough energy to tell anyone.

When I woke up I was in a bed in the nurse's office and the first thing I noticed was I didn’t have my hoodie. Shit. I used to make fun of people for passing out because how does your own body clock out on you? Until it started happening to me like last year.

I went into the bathroom and sure enough the giant bruise on my cheek and arm were kinda visible.

Again shit.

I patted my forehead with a cold paper towel because the nurse’s bathroom actually had paper towels unlike all the others, before the nurse came back.

“Hello, Are you feeling okay?”

I nodded. She smiled down at me before giving me water and checking my temperature.

“You have a fever,” she said after looking down at the thermometer “We called dad to come and pick you up but we got no answer. Is there anyone else that can come and take you?”

I shook my head, not trusting my voice.

I drank some more of the water before speaking up.

“I have a friend who’s at this school she could maybe drop me off?”

“I’m not sure if that’s allowed,” she said.

“You know what? Go back to class, get your friend and come right back.”

I pushed off the bed and headed out of the nurses office surprised to find Peter sitting on the bench outside it.

“Are you okay?” He asked me again

“Yes I’m okay” I nodded. Apparently I wasn’t as okay as I thought because I almost tripped over my leg trying to move. But Peter immediately reached his hand out to stabilize me. And I don’t know why that made me as angry as it was but I said “I don’t need you to help,” harsher than I need to.

“Sorry,” I said calmly almost immediately after.

“It’s okay,” He said scratching the back of his neck.

“If you don’t mind me asking where’d these bruises come from,”

“I fell,” was all I said. He looked skeptical but that was all he was going to get, I didn’t need CPS all up in my business. That’s also payback for him lying to me about “cat scratches”.

“Can you do me a favor?” I asked.

“Yeah, anything,” he said.

“Can you go get Briana from Mr. Dell’s class for me?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back,” he said before sprinting down the hallway. I giggled at his giddiness. It was still extremely hot everywhere my body was tingling.

Bri ran towards me

“Oh my god are you okay,”

“I’m fine, I just need you to talk to the nurse with me real quick,”

She apparently didn’t have her car with her today so she was a no go.

“I’m sorry girl,” she said, pulling me into a hug.

“It’s okay, go back to class now,” I said.

“Alright feel better,”

I walked back out of the office to find none other than Peter still waiting there.

“So what happened?” He asked.

“Looks like I’m walking home,” I smiled sarcastically. “Yay,”

“I can walk you home,”

“No, thank you”

“I insist,” I laughed again

“I still think that word is funny,” I said.

“Okay, now let me walk you home,”

We were walking in no general direction. No one but MJ and Bri know my address and I’d like to keep it that way.

“Wait, you need food,” He claimed.

We ended up at this place called Delmar’s Deli. I’d passed it a couple times while walking home and during my less legal “hobby”. I really wasn’t hungry at all. I took all of like two bites from my sandwich claiming I’d take it to go before throwing it away. It wasn’t bad, it was quite good, actually I just wasn’t hungry.

“My aunt is a nurse at an emergency room, she can check you out,” I hate anything that's anything like a hospital at all brings terrible memories, but I didn’t want him to know where I lived so I agreed. I’d ditch him then.

It took us a while to get there but by the time we did I had to stop and catch my breath. He offered to walk me home and got me food. What a Spiderman thing to do. I’d say I had much solid proof to go on by now.

“Peter!” The gorgeous brunette woman came over to the waiting room “What are you doing here don’t you have school?”

“Yeah but my friend-“ When her eyes ghosted over to my face she cut herself off. “Oh my God are you okay,” she referred to my bruises “What happened to you?”

“Did Flash do this to her?” She asked Peter and I had to stifle a laugh at that. I wish he would try to lay a finger on me.

“No, she just told me she fell, we’re here cause she fainted and I don’t know if the school nurse is very capable of actually helping,”

Is this a new thing Peter just decides to randomly worry about me for no good reason and forces me into taking care of myself. Because I hate it.

“Oh, ok,” She nodded her head. “Grab one of those questionnaires over there,” She pointed to the sign in table. “Are your parents going to come too?” She asked and I shook my head.

She and Peter moved over to the side and started talking about something I had no interest in. I grabbed the questionnaire and sat on the edge of the closest seat.

1. What’s your age?

That’s easy 15.

2. Specify your race

African American of course.

3. Select your highest level of education

Some high school

4. What’s your marital status?

Single never married. Unless you count that un-ordained wedding I once had.

5. Specify your employment status

A student.

6. Have you ever been treated in an emergency room (specify age)?

Yes, as a child.

7. Have you ever been rushed to the hospital? If yes, do you remember why?

Okay wow. Yes.

I sat on the cold bathroom floor, vision blurry from tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/N, you okay in there?” I heard my brother ask after lightly rapping his fingers on the door.

“Yeah, I’m okay!”

No I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay at all. In fact I was the farthest thing from okay. I glanced down at my thighs, you could see cuts from the night before and scars peeking out from underneath my shorts. I was sobbing at this point.

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. I wasn’t sure if it was for myself or to everyone I knew I’d hurt by this. I already had the headache. I was just waiting for the rest of the pills to kick in.

I was holding onto the sink for support when the left side of my body started to feel tingly. The whole situation felt hazy. I was shaking hard before I fell, taking almost everything on the sink with me.

My head hit the bathmat and I could feel my heart slowing and hear my breath become shallow. I heard the doorknob jingle and that was the last thing before a feeling of true bliss and peace took over my body.

I could hear screams and sirens and I knew I was in an ambulance. Slowly I awoke with wires all over my body and an IV in my wrist. My limbs were dead weight, I couldn’t move.

A single tear fell from my eye alerting me off my surroundings. I quickly came back to myself. I made up the excuse of a family emergency and left.

I ended up halfway across the city. Then in Brooklyn visiting a friend.

I knocked on the window of Aaron’s apartment. I could see Miles sitting on the couch.

“How’ve things been over here?” I asked once I was settled on the couch as well.

“Uh, pretty tame, and you?”

“There was that whole elevator stunt and I almost fucking died which was fun.”

“Forgot you never take anything seriously,” He rolled his eyes.

I laughed in response “Well one of us has got to be fun for us since it’s clearly not you,”

“In celebration of me not dying I’m making sundaes,”

“Alright,” He said leaning back on the couch.

“Hey uh, When’s Aaron coming back?” I asked, getting the whipped cream out of the fridge.

“I’m not sure,”

This is actually like really fucking dangerous. Like it could kill me. It’s just I was already in pain and had a headache. I also wasn’t thinking. I’d already made the sundaes. I turned around so Miles couldn’t see what I was doing before I- Okay I’m not going to do this. Get it together God you’re acting like an addict. The amount of people who’ve died from inhalants were insane. There it is again death.

“Drawn anything new lately?” I asked, wanting to get my mind off of the topic of death that seemed to be plaguing my brain lately.

“Some small sketches,”

I got the text that’d I been waiting for. I’d been talking to Aaron for the past few days. I’m not sure how Miles would feel about that. So I haven’t said anything.

But I got the text.

Staten Island Ferry 3pm

I immediately popped up from the couch.

“I have to go like right now, it’s an emergency,”

I sprinted towards the door almost running into the punching bag in front of me.

“Y/N-“

It’d been a week and things were looking up. I had a great day yesterday without the use of any drug. But nothing good ever lasts too long. I didn’t have to worry about that now. What I needed to worry about, was getting Peter to stop falling on his ass.

I tried not to laugh at him and failed.

“It’s not funny,” he said, pulling me down with him as I reached out to pull him up. Soon he was laughing too.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and saw that Aaron texted me.

hey the results from the search came in.

what???? don’t play with me I’m on my way right now.

“Uh hey I gotta go sorry,”

“No it’s fine I probably should get home too,” He pushed off the ground reaching down for me.

“Do you wanna do this again tomorrow?” He asked a hopeful glint in his eye once we were both on our feet.

“Yeah sounds nice,” I smiled.

“Okay,” He nodded.

“Okay,” I echoed heading off.

Ned was being fucking stupid.

“NO!” I slammed my hands down on the table “You don’t stab anyone especially if you plan on using bleach to clean up the blood. At least use vinegar and lemon,”

“Okay, jeez,” he said reeling back, “How would you do it then?”

Before I could say anything MJ spoke up

“You could just use a needle full of air in between their toes, Their heart would fail”

“Orrr,” I said spinning around on top of the table towards Ned. “You could overdose them on potassium and by the time the police get there the potassium in their blood is back at a normal level,”

“Yeah that works too,” MJ stated going back to whatever she was drawing.

“You guys scare me,” Ned muttered making me smile.

“Where’s Peter?” I asked and Ned pointed across the room.

There he was sitting by Liz. It was cute I knew about his little crush on her. I’m sure the whole school did. Glad it’s working out for him. However that did not stop the pain in my stomach.

I got up from the table because suddenly I did not want to be at school anymore.

“Where are you going?” MJ looked up at me.

I shrugged. In all honesty I had no I idea where I was going. Somehow I always end up at Wade’s house when I don’t know where I want to go. He wasn’t home but I had a key. I can’t remember if he gave it to me or I stole if we're being honest.

Clearly I hadn’t passed by a mirror in a while because damn. I look terrible.

My eyes were red and circled with a dark hue from lack of sleep. I still had a yellowing bruise on my cheek. I was pale. I looked to be on the verge of death.

I looked frail, like at any second I’d just fall apart.

It was so unfair. My bones dragged down my body. The pieces of my soul that were mined out and removed from my mind. There’s a hole leaving me forever longing and I cannot fill nor feel. Hiraeth, a beautiful word for a ugly feeling. longing for a home that I never truly had, a home in which I’d never return. I would like to drift to where my spirit lies. It’s in the eyes of you and me and everyone in between. Drifting on a small boat in the sea. Viridian. Yes! That's the place I would like to be, that's where my soul lies yes you see.

I kept punching his punching bag over and over again. Until I was on my back on the floor begging my lungs to allow air into them with Time (Is) by Solange playing on loop. Something put it into my head that I had to kill Vulture. I’d never directly killed anyone but that was gonna change. Having people killed or knowing someone was going to kill someone and not doing anything about isn’t killing anyone in my book, but I’m sure it would be in Spidey’s

That’s literally Liz’s dad though…

Okay maybe I’d just get him locked up. Great now I gotta be a snitch. That’s new. I showered not even caring about my hair now my curls were sticking to my face. I was freezing now though. I didn’t know whether to be glad that my body wasn’t on fire anymore or be upset that I was covered in goosebumps.

Wade’s laptop was sitting right there on his bed. I was only taking a shower but, I think I should be allowed to watch Netflix and he wouldn’t mind, I was already on his account anways.

After like 3 episodes into this random show there was a folder that was calling to me for some reason.

It’d be okay to take a sneak peek. I thought to myself.

I clicked on it and it was locked. I guessed the password in like three tries. He’s really gotta up his password game. It opened to multiple folders, one with my mom's name. Okay I had to click this then.

I opened it which opened to more folders one titled ‘In Case of My Death’.

Okay, okay cool my mother has had a video of what to do all if she died all along. This would’ve come in handy five years ago.

There were three videos with the names of myself and my sisters. I clicked on mine then paused it.

Then unpaused it again.

I couldn’t do it. Okay, yes I could. I played it again. As soon as I heard the beginning of the word “hi”. I shut the computer off. I couldn’t do this. Couldn't do it because I was weak, I couldn’t handle myself. I was stupid and weak and a fucking disappointment. Guess my dad had been right all these years. I knew there was always some truth to the words he spoke only a matter of time until I started acknowledging it.

I don’t remember coming home to the apartment. And I definitely don’t remember writing all over the walls of my dad’s room. But I had a marker in my hands and it looked like a toddler had gone to town.

Holy Shit

He was actually going to murder me, in cold fucking blood. I trashed, the living room area, his room, and then mine. I was not coming home tonight. Looks like I’d need to find a new home now. At this point that sounded like a pretty solid plan.

I text my sisters a quick text ‘stay at grandma’s house tonight dad is going to pissed like Super Sayian mode’ before grabbing my go-bag which was: a bag of the essentials, like hygiene a couple shirts, shorts, hoodies, pants, and of course the flash drive can't forget the flash drive.

The flash drive that’s driving me crazy. I’d yet to open it though. I knew I was crazy because I did all this while fucking sobbing.

I wandered around for hours. Making my way to Brooklyn, Manhattan, Harlem, AND actual New York City.

Somehow I still ended up at Olivia’s door at the end of the day. I honestly believe we were soulmates. Most people don’t know you get many soulmates in a lifetime. I think Olivia and I would be the karmic kind. A karmic relationship is meant to help you grow, but it is never meant to last—it's often playing out a bad experience from a past life. I’m guessing I hadn’t grown yet because here I was.

She opened the door after a second. I’m surprised she did because I used our special knock so I knew she knew it was me.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore,” I screamed in her face.

“You're the one going off and being secretive and shit, like you’re scared I’m gonna hurt you or something,” she yelled walking up the stairs.

I followed after her,

“Maybe you would hurt me. I don’t know you are insane,” I said, tears brimming my eyes.

“Just because you have fucking daddy issues, doesn’t mean you have to carrying them into every part of your life,”

“I have daddy issues?” I screamed soon turning into me choking on a laugh making an unhinged noise “Oh, I have fucking daddy issues, now? Oh, okay,” I nodded.

“Your parents didn’t even fucking want you,” I pointed at her. “At least my mom stuck around before she died,”

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

“Yeah well right back at you,”

“You’re fucking psychotic! Literally you’re so much like your dad and you don’t even know it, You’re trying to please him and he doesn’t give two shits about you, Wake up Y/N! Wake up.”

“I’m hard on you because I love you so much,” She claimed, but her love was suffocating.

“Oh yeah? I asked “Well i don’t know how much more of this ’love’ I can take,”

“Fine then,” She screamed.

“Fine,” I said before she slammed the door in my face leaving me standing out in the cold crying.

That wasn’t even the worse we’d said to each other. It was the first but not the last time we’d break up either. I do believe we loved each other though in our own twisted way. Well at least I know I loved her.

“Hey,” She said softly as she could sense I was due to break at any second. My cheeks were probably tear stained.

“Hey,” I whispered back.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“No,” I shook my head. One thing I liked about her is I didn’t have to fake it around her, because masking my real emotions was so draining. At least I didn’t have to do it with everyone.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“No,”

“Okay,” she said softly “My parents aren’t home, so you don’t have to worry about them,” not surprised.

I nodded before she grabbed my hand bringing me inside.

“I missed you,” she said stroking my hair as I laid on her bed, my head in her lap.

“I missed you too,” I wasn’t lying my head drifted to her from time to time. It wasn’t that I wanted to get back together I just missed her presence.

She smiled sadly at me running her finger over the bags on my eyes.

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown,” She quotes.

“Yeah well, ’m not queen or princess and definitely don’t have a crown, so we don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” I said.

“You’re a princess to me,” I gave a genuine yet tired smile at that.

“You can go to sleep, it’s okay,” She said.

That was the first time I was actually able to fall asleep and without medicine or having to go on a walk or do anything really.

I woke up in the bed alone only to find Olivia sitting at her kitchen island eating spaghetti.

She smiled when she saw me coming into view.

“Sleep well?” She asked.

“Yeah surprisingly,” How long had I been asleep for I wondered.

“It’s 10 pm,” She said, still being able to read me.

I made my way over to her and sat across her.

“So what’s really going on with you miss Y/N?” She questioned.

I shrugged “I don’t know, nothing,”

“Are you trying to convince me or yourself? Cause I’m not buying,”

I explained to her how my dad was being weird and how I wanted to move out now. How I had pretty much vandalized the house. How I found the video of my mom. Just everything. Well maybe not everything I didn’t tell her about Vulture because I feel like she’d try to do something and I didn’t want her to get hurt.

“Oh wow, damn... holy shit. Are you gonna watch your moms video?” She asked. Huh I hadn’t thought about that.

“I mean of course I will, yeah,” I nodded “Probably, I don’t know I’m scared,”

“Wouldn’t you rather just push the fear back and watch then wonder the rest of your life what it says.”

I sighed. Can't argue with that logic.

“I’m assuming you came here because you need a place to stay?” She said.

“Yes, I need a place to stay just for a while but I don’t want it to seem like I’m just using you I can find somewhere else,”

“Now it’s fine stay as long as you need but my dad gets back at the end of the month and we both know he doesn’t like you,” She chuckled at the last sentence and I laughed too.

I was on the ferry heading towards Staten Island now. I knew the sale was for these weird alien shits but that's pretty much all I knew. I figured I’d sort of “out bid” the buyers then get rid of everything. By outbid I mean straight up steal. Some guy in a white pickup truck is officially my target. Thorn was still on hiatus. Meaning no knives unless you count the pocket knife I always had on me, no suit. I did have a trejo though, you know just in case. I couldn’t help my mind from drifting to Pop Smoke’s “I got it on me”. I let out a small laugh.

I was hiding behind some car waiting for a crack in the plan to slip in.

That was until Spiderman showed up. It’s like he had a sixth sense to ruin all of my plans.

Shit

Well abort mission. Just as I started walking around to get to the side of the boat. The van I was next to had Vulture literally coming out of it. I knew it’d looked familiar.

I made it up to the top deck looking down on everything unfolding. So a quick rundown, the FBI was here, meaning Tony Stark or someone with government clearance probably did something because I highly doubt that Spiderman, the Spiderman that I’ve seen hit a window like a bird while swinging, had any government clearance.

See now I was looking to find a good time to make my escape. That was until that purple alien shit started spewing stuff beams of light through the ship. And fuck, I look away for one second and the new Shocker guy was gone. I turned around and saw he was running in another direction. I chased after him the rubber of my sneakers squeaking on the deck.

I jumped down onto Shocker’s back sending us both to the floor before he pushed me off. I was definitely going to be sore tomorrow and I’m pretty sure I heard something pull in my leg.

He jumped off onto the Vulture and I knew I couldn’t do anything anymore. Not like I was just going to shoot them down in public. I saw the light shooting down the middle of the ferry. I was gonna make a run for it but the loud squeal noise was so loud I fell over. Soon I was slung back into what I think was a bench not entirely sure I just knew it hurt like a bitch.

I’m pretty sure I feel unconscious for like 30 seconds.

But that was enough because the boat had already split in half and I couldn’t get to the deck or a lifeboat. However Spider-Man was frantically trying to get it together.

I was trying to be hopeful because everything was looking up, as the parts of the ship got closer together but I think we all know the saying ‘what goes up must come down’

Over the ringing in my head I could assume that things were fixed because people were cheering. One thing that comes from cheering is movement and if I learned anything from the elevator it’s that moving in a very unstable metal death box is not a good idea.

The ship was falling apart again until it wasn’t. It was pushed back together by I could only assume would be our government clearance guy Tony Stark. I looked out the window and yep there he was.

As soon as I got on solid ground I called my sisters.

“Hiii!” I exclaimed. “Where are you, are you okay?”

“Yes we’re fine, and where at grandma’s house like you told us to go to where else would we be,” I could almost hear the eye roll in Liyah’s voice.

“Okay little Miss attitude stay there until I can feel everything out with dad,”

“Alright,”

“Okay I love you guys,” I said, getting a small “love you too” from Sapphire.

“I know,” was the response I got from Liyah. I almost gasped the audacity of this child.

“Say it back,”

“Say it back,” She mocked, evoking laughter from both sides of the call.

“Okay love you too byeeee,” She said hanging up.

I smiled, I know as much as we get into petty arguments or try to annoy each other on purpose but I’d go to hell and back for those girls. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

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kerwritesthings · 5 years ago

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ok but imagine shawn braiding your hair when u don’t feel good 😭

Talk about timing on this - may be slightly self serving as I’m currently battling some awful nasty that’s taking residence in my system.

What you thought started out as just being overly tired and a scratchy throat from talking too much in too many meetings, became a full-blown late winter mess despite all your efforts to keep the crud at bay. You hole yourself up in the guest room, not wanting to spread this more than possible. You could work from home, take sick days if you had to. The last thing you want is to give any of this to your man. However, he has other plans. All Shawn wants to do is take care of you, the way you take care of him when he’s sick. The difference is, you can deal with the fallout if you get sick. He has obligations that require him to not be.

Please let me come in. I know how you get when you’re feeling shitty, baby. Just for a few minutes to cuddle you. I’ll wear one of those stupid face masks you bought the last time you were sick if it would make you feel better, or make you laugh. Combo of both? ;) Maybe I can find those scrubs I wore that one Halloween too…

“This boy I swear,” you roll your eyes and say out loud to the empty room you’re in.

I should send you to your parents for the rest of the week. You’ve got London in like what, 10 days? You cannot be ill for that. Andrew will kill me. Then the label people. Then Andrew again. Maybe the studio folks too. Don’t make me text your Mom.

You hear him laugh from down the hall.

You realize I can sick her on you too you know, she’d be the first one telling you to let me take care of you. And they wouldn’t kill you, I wouldn’t allow that to happen you know that. Kind of love you too much

“This mush I swear,” you mutter under your breath.

He knocks at the door, “Baby, I’m coming in.”

“I don’t wanna get you sick,” you whine, burying yourself further down in the stolen sweatshirt of his. “Go ‘way.”

“Come on sweetheart,” he says softly, lifting you up into his arms. “Shower’s running nice and warm, I’ve got the shower bomb set out, the eucalyptus wash and a new one of those sea sponges you only like to use when you’re sick. New pajamas, some of my stuff even that I know you’ll want to cozy down in. While you’re in there I’ll make some of that citrus defender tea with extra honey and lemon. Dig out the NyQuil. Change the sheets, even spray everything down with that new less toxic smelling Lysol you ordered off Amazon.”

“I can’t get you sick, you should go…” you begin before he cuts you off.

“None of that bullshit,” he replies, kissing your forehead. “You’d do this for me without a second thought, and you have, so many times. In sickness and in health remember? Oh yeah, you want us to have non-traditional vows, but same still applies, ok? Also, I’m taking your temp before you get in that water. Your forehead feels warmer than normal.”

You grumble as he places you down on the counter before rooting around for the thermometer. Once he’s found it, along with the rubbing alcohol and a cotton round, he sticks it in your ear while making funny faces at you waiting for the timer to beep off. You try your best to pout and frown at him but after one ridiculous face you didn’t expect, you can’t help but chuckle.

“There’s my girl,” he replies, kissing your forehead again as the thermometer chimes. “100.2, so a little one since I know you always run a little cooler than normal. NyQuil will help.”

He slides you off the counter and despite you trying to fight it, he pulls you into his chest. “I just want to help you feel better, that’s all, ok? Take your time in the shower, turn down the temp if it gets to be too warm and you start to feel foggy. I’ll leave the door open, so yell for me if you need.”

You nod against his sternum before pulling back. “‘M sorry I’m a cranky bitch when I’m sick,” you sigh.

“I’m probably twenty-eight times worse,” he quips, nudging you towards the shower.

After a good steam, soak and scrub, you’re starting to feel a bit more human, at least in the fact you can somewhat breathe better than you were before. Changing into the baseball tee and pajama pants he left you, you comb your hair out before spraying some product in and wrapping it up in a towel. He’s left you a purple post-it stuck to the bathroom mirror with a scribbled stick figures hugging, a smiley face and a heart. You can’t help but smile as you pull it down from the glass and slide it into the drawer with your makeup bag for safe keeping.

You wander back into the guest room where you find him in the last steps of remaking the bed. There’s a massive mug of steaming tea, a new box of tissues and a fresh bottle of water on the side table along with what looks to be a small, shallow bowl with pills and vitamins. At the foot of the bed is the soft cable-knit grey sweater he was wearing before, knowing you’d probably want to steal it from him.

“Hey, there she is. Color’s better. How are you feeling?” he asks, rounding to the doorway where you’re hovering.

“A step up from garbage maybe?” you reply, flopping cross-legged onto the bed.

“Tea, NyQuil, the plethora of vitamins, Emergen-C and herbal things you like to take when you’re not feeling you. Take all those, then let’s get you out of this towel and tucked in, ok?” he says, handing you the mug and the little bowl before sliding behind you on the bed.

Once you’ve drained a good deal of the tea and put the mug back down, he’s winding your hair our of the towel and tossing it around his shoulders.

“What are you up to there, Shawn?” you question, his hands winding through your damp strands.

“Lemme braid this for you?” he responds, massaging against the base of your skull lightly with his thumbs. “Your crazy pineapple bun is going to pull too much if your sinuses are driving you crazy, and I know you you’re still going to want it out of your face. Mum taught me one summer when Aaliyah was little, since she wouldn’t stop bouncing around me wanting to play hair salon or Barbies or Barbie hair salon maybe. But whatever, I still learned how. Nothing fancy, nothing more than a basic braid.”

You nod, sliding the hair tie off your wrist and placing it on his knee behind you. He was careful, combing out pieces with his fingers to make sure there weren’t any tangles before separating them into three sections. He takes his time, not pulling too hard but making sure there’s enough tension to keep the braid together. He hums something, it sounds familiar enough, but you can’t place it. It’s soothing, the combination of his hands in your hair and the warm reverb of his voice. Your eyes start to slip closed.

“Think this should do it,” he murmurs as he twists the end up with the black tie. “Come on pretty girl, time to get you settled in. Bet that NyQuil is just about to knock you out.”He shifts you so he can get you tucked under the fresh sheets. “There we go, snug as a bug in a rug. You just sleep, ok? Thank you for letting me help, sweetheart. I love you. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of. I don’t like not being able to help you.”

“No sleeping here for you. Too risky. Despite cuddles being good medicine. Go disinfect yourself,” you whisper, half asleep. “And thank you for being here, taking care of my cranky self. I love you too, Shawn. Lots and lots.”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes fluff #assorted verse blubs #rainbowshawn

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technoskittles · 5 years ago

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Pure Feeling Playlist

Okay, so I had someone on twitter express interest in the songs I have for my playlist for Pure Feeling and figured, yeah, I could share it. I don’t have a spotify (I don’t like the interface plus the music selection is way too limited for my taste) and the playlist itself is on Youtube Music. It’s also private because I don’t really want random people seeing it or other people messing with it if I unlocked it, so I’ll just type up all the songs here with links that way y’all can scroll through and listen to what you want.

I understand there’s probably an easier and faster way to do this probably, but hey, with the quarantine I clearly have some extra time on my hands so why not?

Though, couple of warnings:

1. It’s LOOOOOOONG (it’s 300+ songs in total) (don’t worry I’m gonna put this under a cut)

2. Some of the songs aren’t going to make much sense in terms of the AU. This is for two reasons: a) Some of the songs allude to events/characters that haven’t shown up in the story yet (there’s a LOT of songs regarding Mara’s father) and b) some of them are just general songs that I use to get a basis of emotion/vibe when writing particular types of scenes.

3. My music tastes are all over the place (and this doesn’t even include some of the other genres I listen to just because it doesn’t fit this AU lol)

But this playlist is my main muse and is probably one of the best insights to my process/inner thoughts so, without further ado.....my full playlist.

(I grouped the songs from the same artist together for the easiest convenience)

(And some songs might kind of be repeats if I listen to multiple versions for the purpose of this fic)

Got any favorites? Any songs that worry you about the future of this fic? Or just something you might want more clarification on? Feel free to shoot me ask about it!

South London Forever by Florence + The Machine

Patricia by Florence + The Machine

I Will Be by Florence + The Machine

Too Much Is Never Enough by Florence + The Machine

You’ve Got The Love by Florence + The Machine

Never Let Me Go by Florence + The Machine

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine

Ship To Wreck by Florence + The Machine

St. Jude by Florence + The Machine

Over The Love by Florence + The Machine

Pure Feeling by Florence + The Machine (hey look it’s the fic title)

Heavy In Your Arms by Florence + The Machine

What Kind Of Man by Florence + The Machine

Stuck On You by Meiko

Stuck On You (Acoustic Version) by Meiko

Adventure of A Lifetime by Coldplay

Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay

Hymn For The Weekend by Coldplay

Simple and Clean by Hikaru Utada

Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence - FYI - Hikaru Utada

Be My Last by Hikaru Utada

Colors by Hikaru Utada

Distance (M-Flo Remix) by Hikaru Utada

Without You (Justice Skolnik Remix) by Oh Wonder

Rockabye by Clean Bandit ft. Sean Paul & Anne-Marie

In The Rain (an unofficial rendition from Miraculous Ladybug by David Russell)

Stone Heart (an unofficial rendition from Miraculous Ladybug by sxrlove06)

Lost In The Moment by Daniel Lee Kendall

Fragile by ARCADES

Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood

Scary Love by The Neighbourhood

Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood

Sweater Weather (Vaski Remix) by The Neighbourhood

Honest by The Neighbourhood

Alleyways by The Neighbourhood

Stuck With Me by The Neighbourhood

Lights by Ellie Goulding

Goodness Gracious (The Chainsmokers Remix) by Ellie Goulding

Still Falling For You by Ellie Goulding

Starry Eyed by Ellie Goulding

Don’t Need Nobody by Ellie Goulding

Candy-Coloured Sky by Catmosphere

‘Till We’re In The Sea by RKCB

affection by Jinsang

summers day v2 by Jinsang

Let Go by Frou Frou

Must Be Dreaming by Frou Frou

I Just Want You by Robert Duncan

Forget by Alicks

Dinner & Diatribes by Hozier

Nevermind by Dennis Lloyd

Let It Happen by Tame Impala

Think About You by Kygo ft. Valerie Broussard

First Time by Kygo ft. Ellie Goulding

Fragile by Kygo ft. Labrinth

Feel Your Love by Nyquill

I See You by MISSIO

Learn To Let Go by Kesha

Praying by Kesha

I Love My Life by Justice Crew

Sex by Cheat Codes x Kris Kross Amsterdam

Everlong by Foo Fighters

Party Like It’s Your Birthday by Studio Killers

The Disappearance of The Girl by Phildel

Soul On Fire by Mystery Skulls

we’ve never met but, can we have coffee or something? by in love with a ghost

What is Love? by Y//2//K & Yung Death Ray ft. Jaymes Young

A Manner to Act by Ra Ra Riot

Suckers by Ra Ra Riot

Do You Remember by Ra Ra Riot

You And I Know by Ra Ra Riot

Oh, La by Ra Ra Riot

Can You Tell by Ra Ra Riot

Consequence by The Notwist

Anyone Else by PVRIS

Dead Weight by PVRIS

Can You Hold Me by NF ft. Britt Nicole

Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John

No Fear by Dej Loaf

I’ve Been Waiting by Lil Peep & ILoveMakonnen ft. Fall Out Boy

Give U Up by CALVIN (I’m sorry in advance for this one)

Heartbeat by Scouting For Girls

Keep It Simple by Tove Lo

Sweettalk My Heart by Tove Lo

Glad He’s Gone by Tove Lo

Not On Drugs by Tove Lo

Got Love by Tove Lo

Crave by Tove Lo

Paradise by Tove Lo

Moments by Tove Lo

Talking Body by Tove Lo

Habits (Stay High) by Tove Lo

Scars by Tove Lo

Out Of Your Mind by Tove Lo

Vibes by Tove Lo

Lies In The Dark by Tove Lo

Come Undone by Tove Lo

dont ask dont tell by Tove Lo

Cherry Blossom by ALA.NI

Feels Like Home by The Him ft. Son Mieux

Quiet by Lights

Skydiving by Lights

365 by Zedd & Katy Perry

Left to Right by Marteen

Could You Love Me? by Black Saint

Midnight City by M83

Marble Soda by Shawn Wasabi

Crystal Dolphin by Engelwood

Pusher (Shawn Wasabi Remix) by Clear ft. Mothica

She’s A Riot by The Jungle Giants

Stranger by Jay Hayden & King Vodka

Now That I’ve Found You by Carly Rae Jepsen

Marty McFly by Luke Christopher

Rocks by Imagine Dragons

All Day And Night by Jax Jones ft. Madison Beer & Martin Solveig

Run Free by Deep Chills ft. IVIE

Maps by Maroon 5

Feelings by Maroon 5

blue by Pools

High Hopes (The Lucifer Edit) by Quails

breathin’ by Ariana Grande

Into You by Ariana Grande

Shy Girl by Kedam

Something Good Can Work by Two Door Cinema Club

What You Know by Two Door Cinema Club

Sleep Alone by Two Door Cinema Club

This Is The Life by Two Door Cinema Club

Do You Want It All? by Two Door Cinema Club

Sun by Two Door Cinema Club

Eat That Up, It’s Good For You by Two Door Cinema Club

Undercover Martyn by Two Door Cinema Club

Sunflower by Post Malone & Swan Lee

Señorita by Shawn Medes & Camila Cabello

Her Morning Elegance by Oren Lavie

Everybody’s Angel by Down With Webster

All Fall Down by OneRepublic

Counting Stars by OneRepublic

HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T by Fall Out Boy

Jenny by Walk The Moon

Youth by Daughter

Get Lucky (Cover) by Daughter

Love by Daughter

River Flows In You by Yiruma

Girls And Boys In School by Neon Trees

Girls And Boys In School (EP Version) by Neon Trees

Helpless by Neon Trees

In The Next Room by Neon Trees

Beings by Madeon

Dried-Out Cities by Fallulah

Bloodline by Fallulah

Almost Home by Mariah Carey

Headlock by Imogen Heap

Closing In by Imogen Heap

Lifeline by Imogen Heap

Goodnight And Go by Imogen Heap

First Train Home by Imogen Heap

I Am In Love With You by Imogen Heap

The Walk by Imogen Heap

More by Kaskade & Felix Cartal ft. Jenn Blosil

Lay Down by Kaskade & Late Night Alumni

My Distance by Kaskade

Lessons In Love by Kaskade ft. Neon Trees

Kill The Lights (Audien Remix) by Alex Newell ft. DJ Cassidy, Nile Rogers, & Jess Glynne

Fall In Love/Lie by INNA

Cola Song by INNA

Caliente by INNA

Iguana by INNA

Ruleta by INNA ft. Erik

I Like You by INNA

Love by INNA

Shining Star by INNA

Bebe by INNA

Bebe (Yaniss Extended Remix) by INNA

Better Not by Louis The Child ft. Wafia

Living Island by Pogo

Still Into You by Paramore

Hard Times by Paramore

Emergency by Paramore

Ignorance by Paramore

I Caught Myself by Paramore

Letting Go by HERB x Kendall Miles

To Be Human by Sia ft. Labrinth

Big Girls Cry (ODESZA Remix) by Sia

Elastic Heart by Sia

Angel By The Wings by Sia

If You Didn’t See Me (Then You Weren’t On The Dancefloor) by Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.

Butterfly In The Still by Iwasaki Taku

Dare (La La La) by Shakira

Me Enamore by Shakira

Loca by Shakira ft. Dizzee Rascal

Te Aviso, Te Anuncio (Tango) by Shakira

Addicted To You by Shakira

Whenever, Wherever by Shakira

When A Woman by Shakira

Can’t Remember To Forget You by Shakira ft. Rihanna

Better Than Yesterday by HollySiz

This is What You Came For by Calvin Harris ft. Rihanna

Sweet Nothing by Calvin Harris ft. Florence Welch

Rain by Pueblo Vista ft. .Eehlou & Shiloh Dynasty

G.B.D. Pressure (Extended) by Chillster

Valentine by Aether ft. Veela

Lemme See by Usher ft. Rick Ross

Promises by Aly & AJ

Like Whoa by Aly & AJ

Silence by Aly & AJ

Find A Way by Safety Suit

Ordinary Day by Emilie Mover

Green Light by Lorde

Don’t Feel Like Crying (MK Remix) by Sigrid

Crazy in Love by EDEN ft. Leah Kelly

Broken Girl by Matthew West

Crazy in Love by Sofia Karlberg

This Is What Makes Us Girls (The Confect Remix) by Lana del Rey

1901 by Phoenix

Lisztomania by Phoenix

Please Don’t Touch by RAYE

Island In The Sun by Weezer

God Is A Dancer by Tiesto & Mabel

Tighten Up by The Black Keys

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

Lazy Eye by Silversun Pickups

Don’t Play by Halsey

Bad At Love by Halsey

Young God by Halsey

Now Or Never by Halsey

Hurricane by Halsey

Drive by Halsey

Eyes Closed by Halsey

Eyes Closed (Stripped) by Halsey

Haunting by Halsey

Strangers by Halsey ft. Lauren Jauregui

100 Letters by Halsey

Ghost by Halsey

Break A Sweat by Becky G

Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men

I wanna be your girlfriend by girl in red

Run by Alison Wonderland

I Want U by Alison Wonderland

Peace by Alison Wonderland

Peace (Acoustic) by Alison Wonderland

Dead To Me by Kali Uchis

Good Enough by Evanescence

Go Slow by Gorgon City & Kaskade ft. Romeo

Feel Good Inc by filous & LissA

All I Need by Within Temptation

A Lot Like Love (Oliver Heldens Edit) by The Voyagers ft. Haris

Hideaway by Kiesza

Memories by KSHMR ft. Sirah

American Sadness by XYLO

One Step At A Time by Jordin Sparks

Your Shirt by Chelsea Cutler

Hope Of Morning by Icon For Hire

Collect Call by Metric

Flowers On The Grave (Acoustic) by The Maine

Fabulous by Ally Brooke

Falling (blackbear Remix) by Trevor Daniel

You by Petit Biscuit

Unlove You (Drop G Remix) by Armin van Burren ft. Ne-Yo

Formation (R-TRAX Trap Remix) by Beyonce

Schoolin’ Life by Beyonce

Simmer by Hayley Williams

Ruby by Foster The People

Moral Of The Story by Ashe

Colorblind (Left/Right Remix) by Karma Fields ft. Tove Lo

Don’t Stop The Music by Jamie Cullum

Goody Two Shoes by Adam Ant

Don’t Stop the Fancy Footwork (Chromeo vs. Rihanna)

She Wolf (Falling To Pieces) by David Guetta ft. Sia

Slow Burn by Audiograf

Write My Story by Olly Anna

1 Thing by Amerie

I Like That by Janelle Monae

Your Favorite Place by Joey Pecoraro

Beauty Mark by Parov Stelar ft. Anduze

Dead Hearts by Stars

Change of Seasons (EP Version) by Sweet Thing

Larger Than Life by Pink Zebra ft. Benji Jackson

Are You With Me (Pretty Pink Remix) by Lost Frequencies

Nothing But by Skin

In Common (Kenny Dope Remix) by Alicia Keys

Resonance by HOME

All Stars by Martin Solveig ft. ALMA

Lavender’s Blue Dilly Dilly [From the Cinderella (2015) OST]

Besame Mucho by Jorge Blanco

Touch You Right Now by Basic Element

Dinero by Trinidad

Icon (Reggaeton Remix) by Jaden Smith ft. Nicky Jam & Will Smith

Make Me Sweat by Kat DeLuna

Sombredosis by Kat DeLuna ft. El Cata

Real Love by Memory Tapes

Feelings by Hayley Kiyoko

This Side Of Paradise by Hayley Kiyoko

Wanna Be Missed by Hayley Kiyoko

Gravel To Tempo by Hayley Kiyoko

Pretty Girl by Hayley Kiyoko

Fiesta (Remix) by Bombe Estereo ft. Will Smith

Love by TeZATalks

Had by TeZATalks

Heal by Loreen

Analyser by AlunaGeorge

Attracting Flies by AlunaGeorge

Damaged by Plummet

My Kind by Hilary Duff

Sparks by Hilary Duff

Talk by DJ Snake ft. George Maple

First summer without you by Outgoing Hikikomori

First birthday without you by Outgoing Hikikomori

2 Heads by Coleman Hell

Mathematics by Little Boots

Hearts Collide by Little Boots

Meddle by Little Boots

Parachute by Cheryl Cole

When she went away by Max Richter

When she came back by Max Richter

Who Knew by Pink

Lash Out by Alice Merton

Back To The Start by Mr. Little Jeans

Perfecto. by Ayo. & .Disfnk ft. Daniela Andrade

service by j^p^n

I’m In Love Again by tomppabeats

Close by Nick Jonas ft. Tove Lo

Falling Apart by Michael Schulte

Dusk ‘Til Dawn by ZAYN ft. Sia

Pillowtalk by ZAYN

Minimal Beat by Lindsey Stirling

Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga

Do I Wanna Know? (Cover) by CHVRCHES

La Familia (Guy Sigsworth Remix) by Mirah

Broken Parts by The Ready Set & Mokita

Invisible Chains by Lauren Jauregui

Lonely Gun by CYN

Cartier by Dopebwoy ft. 3robi & Chivv

Boss Bitch by Doja Cat

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #pure feeling #ash writes #pure feeling playlist #playlist #if some of these links are wrong or repeat forgive me #I wasn't about to go through and double check them all #if nothing else you have the titles and these are all on youtube #will probably be adding onto this as I add more songs to my playlist #so I just realized that the links aren't showing up for some reason on the published post #even though when I went to edit they're still there???#I'm very sorry about that #just copy and paste into youtube I guess?

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lostinspidey · 5 years ago

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could you please do “I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” with peter but super fluffy? tysm angel

okay, so patrolling on a winter night while he already had a cold wasn’t peter’s brightest idea.

you had told him this many times, too - urged him to stay home and rest all day at school today. he even caught you leaving a bottle of nyquil and some tissues on his dresser, because you both knew he wasn’t exactly prone to taking care of himself.

now, teeth chattering and chest aching with a suppressed cough as he crawls through his bedroom window, he can hear you laughing down the hall, swapping stories and funny anecdotes with may in the kitchen. it makes sense, he thinks, that you would want to make sure he’s feeling better.

he just didn’t expect to have to lie so quickly.

he’s quick to change out of his suit, quietly slipping on a pair of his warmest pajamas - a thick sweatshirt and some flannel bottoms. he’s still freezing, though, shivering as he uneasily makes his way out of his bedroom.

“peter? is that you?” may asks, having heard the creaking of the floorboards as he enters the kitchen.

“yeah, ‘s me,” he grumbles, hovering in the doorway.

may’s at the stove, her back turned to him, but your eyes latch onto him immediately. he can feel his cheeks getting warmer and warmer as you carefully take in his appearance, disheveled and clearly sicker than he was at school today.

“that was a long nap, huh?” may’s voice is cheery, slicing through the tension peter feels coming from your direction. “how are you feeling, sweetie?”

“better. uh, a lot better, actually.”

“is that so?” you speak up, raising an eyebrow.

your gaze is becoming more and more scrutinizing. he swallows thickly.

“dinner’s almost ready. you two can wait in the living room, if you’d like.”

“sounds good.” you shoot may a small smile, snapping out of your fixation on peter’s sickly appearance. “thanks, may.”

the two of you settle on the couch, an awkward bit of distance between you, and peter hates this - hates feeling like he has to lie to you when telling you the truth would’ve been so much easier.

“i, um, didn’t know you were coming over for dinner,” he says, running the sleeve of his sweatshirt across his nose.

you shrug. “you didn’t think i’d wanna check on you?”

“aw,” he coos, perking up a bit when it makes you smile. “well… it’s a good thing i’m feeling better, then.”

“mhm.”

peter sniffles again, suddenly hyper-aware of the sweat beading on the back of his neck, the urge to cough bubbling in the back of his throat.

when he turns to look at you again, he’s surprised when your hand reaches for his, eyes soft and warm like he’s used to.

“baby,” you say, tracing little star-shaped patterns on the back of his hand. “it’s okay if you went out tonight. i mean, it’s not okay, but i’m not about to fight with you over it. i’m just worried about you, y’know?”

“w-what? i didn’t - why would i go out tonight? that would be, like… really dumb.”

“well, you’re not wrong.”

you open your arms, and peter freezes, unsure of what the next right move is.

you chuckle and roll your eyes. “c’mere, petey. i can see you shivering from here. lemme warm you up.”

desperate to keep the lie going, but even more desperate to lay with you, peter ultimately obliges. he snakes his arms around your waist, letting you pull his head against your chest as the two of you stretch out on the length of the couch.

“you’re mad at me,” he mumbles, voice caught in the material of your shirt, soft and cool against his cheek.

you rub your hand against his back, trying to get rid of the chill clinging to his bones.

“peter, i’m really not.”

“you should be.” he pouts. “i lied to you. i’m a dummy.”

“yeah, well,” you pause as you press your hand to his other cheek, running your thumb over a dark circle that isn’t usually so deep. “what kind of boyfriend would you be if you weren’t dumb sometimes, hm?”

you’re glad to see him smile, but it doesn’t take long before his bleary eyes are closed, giving into the exhaustion of what you’re sure was a difficult night out in the city.

“hey peter?” you whisper, not wanting to startle him.

“hm?”

“you know you don’t have to be the hero all the time, right?”

peter hums in response, then brings his hand up, tracing a little heart against the exposed skin on your stomach from where your shirt rode up. you smile, pushing a hand through his curls. message received.

“you’ll stay tonight?” he asks, voice impossibly tired. it makes your heart swell all over again.

“‘course, lovebug. i’ll stay as long as you need me to.”

not long after you both succumb to your shared sleepiness, may has to tiptoe through the living room, draping a thin blanket over the two of you. she watches fondly as her nephew sleeps soundly - a rarity nowadays. dinner will have to wait.

#lol what's this so long for #peter parker #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker angst

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peaches-of-1 · 5 years ago

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Peachtober | Day 27: Glowing

Warnings: Consensual tentacles, shy Mino, smut, slight mind break, slight hypnotism, cum inflation, incubus, summoning ritual, oral, anal, restricted movement

Citrus scale: Hand of Buddha

It was your last day visiting Korea, and your friends had all wanted to go celebrity hunting at least once a day. So far, you had met a few idols here and there and taken pictures with them, but you weren’t one for actively looking for them. It wasn’t sasaeng stuff, just going to places they had posted about and seeing if they showed up or not.

If they did, it was a win. If not, then you still had some good food and great conversation. Today, you got to choose what kind of place to go hunting, a night club. Specifically for BTS or BigBang’s GD. They were both known to frequent a spot called 마술, and so you went with a few friends to party the night away.

After doing your final touches on your makeup, you, Seongmin, his wife Soohyun, and their friend with a crush on you Changwoo, were headed to the club. It was a nice night out, so you decided wearing your most comfortable pair of heeled ankle boots would be best. Also, you liked to carry light, so no flats. You hoped you would be too drunk to feel your feet in about three or so hours.

At the club, you guys were left outside waiting because the club had “reached capacity” even though the bouncer was still letting in the faces he recognized. You recognized a few even though their faces were sometimes covered in masks.

A group of four guys and three girls entered, and for a moment, you met eyes with the guy in the back wearing gold pants and a blazer. That’s all you could see before you looked away and covered your stomach. You looked so fucking hot, why weren’t you being let inside? You had the confidence to wear a red choker, a red off the shoulder crop top with angel sleeves with a shorter than usual leather skirt and fishnets. Your shoes were a bit darker than your top, but it still went well.

Also, all over your arms and stomach were those metallic tattoos for some extra flair, even though a few sections were starting to chip off already. It had taken HOURS to get your hair braided on the sides to create a cute looking frohawk. You pouted and were about to tell the rest of the crew they should just head to another club.

“You, red and leather and crew, you’ve been allowed in. Don’t cause any trouble.”

None of you asked questions and quickly went in.

“Full capacity, my ass!” Soohyun said.

“Y/N, wanna dance?” Changwoo asked.

You held up a finger, “Lemme get a drink first, and then we dance.”

There were a ton of drinks you didn’t recognize at the bar and there were a bunch of drinks you didn’t recognize. So you picked one and downed it. The lights seemed to get brighter, and the music was perfect for dancing. The man with a crush on you got the same drink and joined you. This was some of the best tasting alcohol you ever tasted. It didn’t feel like it was alcoholic at all.

“Y/N, I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.” my adorable dance partner Changwoo promised.

“Ok!” You said in a chipper voice.

In your movements, you accidentally hit a guy who was in nothing but pants and a fur coat.

You bowed when he growled at you, “I’m showrry.” Then you giggled and reached up on his head, “Can I wear your dog ears, please? I’ll be such a cute puppy.”

He jerked his head back and looked you up and down as he began to advance. What had you done? A man with a gold and black choker got between you two and calmed the situation down before taking you to a place to cool off. Your body felt like it was on fire.

“What’s happn? Feel like sunlight.” You said.

The man chuckled and handed you a small blue sparkly and bubbly vial, “Take this and you’ll feel better.”

“Are you giving me drugs? I don’t DO drugs. Drugs baaadddd.”

“It’s not drugs. I promise. You drank some Faery Nectar and you’re human. This will reverse the effects of the Pollen.” He held you and the vial in different hands.

You tilted your head, “Reverse pollen? Like Nyquil?”

“Uhhh, sure. It’s like Nyquil.”

“Ooooo, ok, gimmie.” You reached your hands out. You took it like a shot and it felt like less powerful Pop Rocks on your tongue.

A few blinks and you slid down on the wall needing to sit for a moment. You reached out for a hand and felt something harder than a normal hand. A slight focus, and it was a set of abs. You pulled your hand back and apologized as the person in front of you did the same.

“...Seems like you’re doing better.” The stranger said.

“Y-yeah. Thank you.” Then you looked at his face. “Mino?”

He smiled, “Yea?” Then he sighed. “That’s what I get for allowing a bunch of mortals in here and not guiding them. Ugh. At least your friends stuck with drinks they had before. Then again, I would mistake you for a Faery, too.”

“Faeries aren’t real, silly. Thanks for the compliment, though.” You said before standing up.

Mino giggled, “You don’t know what this place is, do you?”

You furrowed your brows, “Masul, a nightclub and popular spot to meet idols such as yourself. Or did we take a wrong turn?” You leaned on the wall allowing yourself to return to normal.

“Nah, nah, you’re right, but um. It’s not usually meant for humans…” He said, not making eye contact.

You scoffed, “Did you have too much to drink?”

“Nope. It’s part of the idol process. We are all human when we begin training, but there’s a reason why idols have a certain charm to them. Some of us are Fae or merpeople. Others are infused with unicorn blood or--”

“Lemme guess, vampires?” You moved your fingers in a silly menacing way.

Mino laughed, “Yes, well. Used to, but the blood lust wasn’t turning out well and they often died after their family or significant other found out. However, that strain was replaced with the blood of another highly charming creature confined to myths.”

You folded your arms, “What?”

He looked up at you, “Incubi. Like me.”

You couldn’t help but guffaw at this joke. This had to be a joke. There was no way anyone could actually be part incubus or vamp or whatever he was saying. He was literally wasted. Maybe he had followed in the path of his sunbaes and gotten high. It wouldn’t be too hard in a place like this, would it?

Then you looked up at him. He seemed rather upset and pouty that you were laughing at what he was telling you. Like actually sulking.

“You done?” the idol asked, offended.

“Sorry. Sorry. But like, did you smoke something?”

He looked at you, “I’m serious!”

You decided to entertain this notion, “Ok. Show me.”

“What?” The blonde man asked.

“Show me whatever you are, Mr. Incubus.”

To be fair, based on his outfit, it wouldn’t be surprising. His blazer was wide open, showing a fishnet crop top that had an elastic criss cross right above his belly button. Gold pants and shoes to go along with it. The diamond encrusted gold safety pin earrings and the golden heart lock choker he was wearing went along with it perfectly.

“I can’t...I can’t just whip it out and--and show you.” He stuttered.

From what you remembered from media, incubi were sexual beings. You were in a good mood and had nothing to lose, so you decided to play with him. Flirt a bit.

“What? Am I not sexy enough for you? Or do you need me to be closer?” You sashayed towards him and backed him against a wall.

He closed his eyes and shivered slightly when you trailed your finger down to his belly button piercing and traced his tattoo.

“D-don’t awaken something you don’t know anything about.” Mino said, his breath getting heavy and his pants getting a bit tighter in the front.

You were really making him hard. Did idols really need to get off so badly?

“Or else, what?” You giggled at how much he was trying to hold back and then you let it drop. “I’m going back to the party to find my friends. Some incubus you are.”

“Ya!” He called.

You turned around in the doorway and went to face him, completely weakened by what you saw. His eyes no longer help pupils, no longer human, but instead replaced with pure light. They were legit glowing.

“You can’t just tease me like that and not expect anything to come from it…” He brushed back his hair and closed the door to the hallway you were in. “We have rules. You want me to show you what I got?”

You nodded.

“Speak!” He barked.

“Yes.” You gasped.

Mino smirked and tossed his blazer onto the ground and handed you a golden key. There was no doubt what you were supposed to do. You grabbed the lock and were about to put the key into it when he grabbed your wrist, making you gasp.

“If you do this, there’s no going back. This is your last chance.”

The idol said this, but the glow of his eyes wanted you to keep going. Was it your thoughts or his being forced upon you? Didn’t matter. You unlocked his necklace and he smirked and chuckled at the same time. His body seemed to come alive, no not his body. His clothing. The fishnet unravelled in chunks, the two bottom thick pieces elongating and turning into glistening black tendrils.

They seemed to be glowing from the inside out and wrapped around your arms and before taking off everything you had on. The tentacles wiggled their way underneath and slid them off without Mino moving a muscle. They appeared to be coming from behind him. He left your fishnets and jewelry on.

“Cuz I like roses.” He said when he saw the question in your eyes. “Now, I can’t really control myself in this form, you see. Because it’s early and your first time, I’ll try--emphasis on try-- to take it easy on your body. However, I won’t be able to stop until I’ve completely drained you of sexual energy.”

“Ok~” you said, curious to see where this went.

Mino’s smile got bigger, “Good girl.”

And your body began to become covered in some thick liquidy substance. You started to feel more tingly and you wanted to be filled. You didn’t care by what or how, but you needed it ASAP. Although the secretion hadn’t yet made it between your legs, you could feel yourself dripping and getting more wet there. What was happening to you?

The slippery tentacles wrapped around your legs and spread them. Every part of you was completely bare, and you could feel yourself blushing. You wanted to hide yourself, but Mino wasn’t letting that happen.

“I haven’t even touched down there, and you’re dripping.” He rubbed down there using a thicker tentacle, making you shiver. “Oh, cute. We’re just beginning, and you’re already so sensitive. This is going to be so much fun.”

Two medium sized tendrils wrapped around your breasts and squeezed them. No human could ever make you feel this way. You were struggling to close your legs just because you were so embarrassed, but the transformed idol was holding you in place, making sure to use tiny tentacles to play with your clit. He turned you so that he was just staring at your pussy being toyed with.

You couldn’t tell what face he was making, and so you tried to look at see. However, the smooth glowing tendril hovered in front of your face.

“Open up~”

With little hesitation, you opened your mouth and it slid in. It tasted like you. The taste went farther and farther down your throat. You had never taken anything this impossibly large before. Your gag reflex was repressed by the previous secretions, so it went in smoothly. Tears pricked your eyes as it was getting more difficult to breathe. It began to face fuck you as two small mouth like apendages began to suck on your swelling nipples.

Words faded from your mind as you were turned upside down. Something played with your ass, but you hardly felt it. You were too focused on the luminous eyes in front of you, watching as you slowly but surely lost any sense that was going through your brain before.

The wet sloshing sound of your mouth and his slick black tentacle inside of it turned you on even more and you couldn’t help but think about how much you wanted his growing cock inside of you. He followed your line of sight and started rubbing his crotch.

“You wanna see it?” he asked.

You nodded, unable to speak.

“It’s gonna be different from what you expect. Are you--fuck.” His eyes fluttered for a second. “You just gave me a Surge, pretty girl. Guess I don’t need to ask you again.”

Mino unbuckled his pants and let it drop. It was covered in bumps, not like nasty ones, but like his foreskin had been altered to house beads. Like a dildo but on a human. Well, not exactly a human. Either way, you wanted it inside of you. The way you began squirming. It seemed to have a mind of its own as well as it stretched from his groin to rub against your pussy.

You wanted it. You wanted it so badly. No wait, you were about to--

Mino cooed, “Oh, come for me. I’ll make you come again. I promise you. Please, please, please cum for me.”

You had the best orgasm of your life! Even though you were screaming, all that could be heard were muffled cries as more of your mind leaked out of your pussy. He let you lay out on the floor, your chest heaving and trying to remember what breathing felt like.

He smiled and crouched in front of you, “Is that enough proof for you?”

“Yeah.” You coughed. “Oh fuck.”

The idol brushed his hair back and then stood up, “Ah, I guess I should get one of the security guys to come pick you up. I’m sure--”

You pulled at his nearest and largest tentacle, wrapping your whole body around it. With a cloudy haze of pleasure still floating around your brain and the walking aphrodisiac that is Song Mino still within your grasp, you couldn’t let him go like this.

“You said you were going to make me cum again~” and kissed the dimly glowing appendage. “I have sexual energy to spare, so fuck me more.”

Mino scoffed, “Ok. Alright. I’ll fuck you again and fill you with my cum. How does that sound?”

You shivered at the thought and bit your bottom lip as you nodded and began rutting on the tentacle that went lower and played with your folds. A devious smile crawled upon his lips and said it would be done, but properly this time. He picked you up as well as the clothing you had been wearing that were now just on the hallway floor.

“What do you mean, properly?” You asked, wrapped up by the man’s tentacles.

“You gotta summon me. Give me something in order for this to be fair...official..and to make sure you don’t die afterwards.”

“Make sure I don’t what now?”

He smiled, “Part demon, remember? If I’m not properly paid then your life becomes my reimbursement.”

He brought you into a room that was past all the rooms where erotic screaming and moaning could be heard. Of course an idol club had an area like that. You sat on the black and white canopy bed where he set you down.

“I need some of your hair, can I…?” Mino asked.

You nodded and a tentacle turned into scissors. After doing some strange mixture at the vanity, he handed you a black mix and a photo of an Incubus symbol. You couldn’t exactly tell what was going on, but this was your first encounter with magic like this.

“Draw this on the floor and then read the other side. And then...round two.”

A quick nod and you did as told. The symbol was easy enough, and luckily the chant wasn’t in Latin, just plain English. The symbol lit up on his chest. His eyes turned a fiery blue. A smile on his face.

“Alright, now your soul won’t be damned in Eternal fire. Time to fuck, Mistress~”

He pulled you towards him. You were lifted up once more and the sensation returned. Because you were into it, he took more time in preparing your pussy which was already dripping on the bed. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of a specific area as an appendage wrapped around both of your arms and kept you still. It felt like he was putting something bigger inside of your hole.

Mino was pretty big and to have a tentacle dick like that inside of you, there needed to be preparation. Part of you didn’t even want to be readied and wanted him to plunge deep inside of you to finally--

“You want it that badly, huh?” He made you look into his eyes.

“Y-y-yeah. Ah, yeah. Please. I want. I want it.”

“How rude.” He teased. “Getting yourself off to the thought of my dick without me.”

You shuddered and tried to close your eyes to gain some control, but he wasn’t having it.

The blonde man chuckled, “I guess if you do one thing for me, I’ll make do what you want. I am under your control you know.”

“What?”

“Did I fuck you so much that I made your brain forget how basic summoning works?” Mino teased.

You nodded.

“How cute~” He laughed. “I am yours, Mistress. Any sexual desire you have, I will fill it...and you just say the word.”

“Fuck me now. You can patch me up afterwards. Right now, I want your cock in-inside of me, Mino~”

He smiled, “Can I ask for one thing before I do?”

“Depends…” you said, shuddering and shivering at the sound of his voice and his tentacles starting to spread your legs.

“Kiss me please, Mistress?” The idol tapped his lips as his eyes glowed.

You let him pull you forward and kissed his mouth. It was cut short by his textured tenta-cock thrusting into you and bringing tears in your eyes. You reached out for anything to grab onto. He was there. Mino told you to look at him, and he had regular eyes. You kissed him again as he fucked your pussy which felt like it was melting on his filling dick.

A few smacks on the ass by some smaller appendages followed by human hands squeezing them and then squeezing your breasts as his lips nibbled on your neck. There was not one inch of your body not covered with lubricating slime. All of you inside and out was being pleasured to the utmost as a mouth-like tentacle took the place of Mino’s tongue and explored the inside of your mouth.

Your senses were on fire! And yet you did not want to orgasm yet. The climax was building for sure, but you were just on that edge. That constant edge of wanting to cum, but also wanting to hear him ask for it again.

“Fuck, I’m so close. What’s your name?” He grunted.

“What?”

“Your name. What is it?”

You told him.

Mino smiled as he repeated, “Y/N. That’s beautiful. Oh, Y/N! Oh fuck!”

As gleaming ivory cascaded over shining ebony, you let yourself release as well. Your stomach became distended and absolutely bulbous as he filled you more and more. You...couldn’t...breathe as it even came out of your nose. Your lids got heavy as you began to choke and beg for air.

Losing consciousness, you felt the softness of the bed on your back and glowing eyes returning to human were the last things you saw and felt as your eyes fluttered shut. Maybe it was more than sexual energy that he had taken from you.

“Goodbye, guys!” You hugged your friends as your number was called for the airport. “I had such a great time with you, and I am so sorry for wandering off last night. I’ll be more careful with my drinks. I promise.”

Seongmin giggled, “Just make sure you come back soon so we can do it all over again.”

“We’re just glad you’re safe.”

“I will be back soon. I promise.”

Then you got your ticket punched and got to your seat on the plane, sticking earbuds in and getting ready for a good long nap before layovers. You looked again at the necklace that had been on your finger when you woke up back at your friends’ place. On the couch because they couldn’t carry you any further.

Last night was hazy and you couldn’t remember much except feeling so satisfied. Had you fucked someone in the club? Was it an idol? No...no way, but. The guy in gold stayed in your mind so strongly. Your gut told you it was Mino from Winner, but why would he ever do anything with a pleb like you?

The ring in question was that of an octopus or squid, no body, simply tentacles. A silver tentacle ring with a golden key in your skirt pocket.

A hand tapped your shoulder and a man in a black mask looked down and asked, “Can you sit up? I’m sitting next to you.”

And you swear on your life, his eyes glowed.

If you know who made these gifs, let me know. I tried to find the creators but had no luck in backtracing. Even when I clicked the link, it didn’t tell me who they belong to. I’d really like to credit them. (Or replace them if they don’t want them being used)

#Song Mino #Winner #Reader Insert #Reader x Mino #Mino x Reader #Y/N #(Y/N)#마술 #Peachtober #Inktober #Day 27 #tentacles #exophillia #hand of buddha

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fandammit · 6 years ago

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not a ship question but do you have any headcanons about schneider and the kids?

BOY DO I. I love this question and I love you. I....have....SO MANY??? So lemme just do one otherwise this post will be endless.

(Also to give credit where credit is due: A lot of this one comes from chatting with @anextrapart, because she’s amazing)

Right after Schneider relapses, Elena does a deep dive on sobriety and recovery.

Her desk is covered with books and articles about it. She can recite the the twelve steps from memory. She knows where all the AA meetings are within a 25 mile radius

In the first thirty days of his sobriety, she throws away all her abuelita’s rum, their cooking wine, mouthwash, NyQuil

Then, just to be sure, she throws away all of their vanilla extract, too

Which is fine and everything, but then Alex gets the flu, her mom is wondering where her unopened, Costco-sized mouthwash went, and her abuelita is yelling about not being able to cook anything for dinner

"Mucinex works just as well, if not better than Nyquil. Mami, there’s an alternative to mouthwash that’s more holistic and natural and you can make it with essential oils and baking soda, and abuelita, there are other recipes you can make that don’t include alcohol or vanilla”

“Vanilla, yes. But the rum is for me to drink while I cook”

Schneider hears about all of this later, of course -- and on accident -- when Penelope comes and asks him if he has any essential oils

Which, of course he does, Pen, he’s not a heathen -- what does she need it for?

“I need to make my own mouthwash since Elena threw all ours away and this was the cheapest way to do it”

“Why did Elena...oh.”

And he looks so upset and guilty about it, but he definitely shouldn’t because it’s just mouthwash and the essential oil way actually does seem way cheaper anyway, so score

Which is exactly what she tells him as she reaches over to grab his hand

“And she’s only doing it because she loves you and cares about you and wants to support you. We all do”

So she next time Elena shows up at his apartment to grab some tools, he sits her down and hands over a very expensive bottle of organic, natural vanilla extract from his pantry

Because he doesn’t want her to worry about him having it, and also he feels like he owes Lydia some vanilla now

And he also tells her that he appreciates her support, but he’s going to be okay, she doesn’t need to do all this

“I just want you to feel like we love you and support you, Schneider. You’re important to us and you’re doing such a hard thing and I don’t want you to feel like you have to do it alone.”

And he just smiles at that and gets a little teary, and thinks about how lucky he is and how much he doesn’t deserve this but how happy he is to have it anyway

He tells her to take out her phone and then gives her a phone number to put in there

“And who is this?”

“That’s Nick, my sponsor. If you ever get worried about me or feel like I need someone to check in on me, he’s there for you to contact.”

Then she asks him about how his sobriety is going, about which AA meetings he’s attending, the step that he’s on

And Schneider very patiently answers her questions -- talks about the groups he goes to, shows her his 30 day chip, tells her about his moral inventory

Then he pulls out his wallet and takes out a folded up piece of paper and shows it to her

At the top it says relapse prevention plan, and it lists five people he can call when he’s craving alcohol, five activities he can do to get his mind off it

Nick is first on his list, but right next to it, sharing the first spot, is her Mami

And on his list of activities, right below “go to an AA meeting,” is “go to the Alvarezes”

“So don’t worry, ok? I got a plan to make sure I’m gonna be ok.”

She looks at it and smiles, then has an idea and runs out of his apartment and down to her own

She runs in, grabs a pair of scissors, rifles through a drawer and spends time carefully trimming the edges of the photo in her hand before running back up to Schneider

Who’s just looking at her, totally confused when she hands him a small, neatly trimmed photo just big enough to fit in his wallet

He looks down at it -- it’s a photo of the entire family at Penelope’s graduation. It’s not the one that got framed and put up in the apartment, or the one he blew up poster sized and hung in his art gallery room

Instead, it’s one of the hundred or so that didn’t make it to print status

It’s slightly off center, and he can see where she had to cut out Dr. B and Tito to make the photo fit into his wallet

Him and Penelope are in the center of the photo, his arm is around her and his mouth is open in excitement as he looks down at her

Her arm is around his waist and she’s looking at him, the camera catching her mid laugh and glowing

His other arm is around Lydia, who’s looking directly at the camera, smiling and joyful

On the other side of Penelope is Elena, her arms wrapped around Penelope’s waist, her head rest against her shoulder, looking at her mami with a big, proud smile

Alex is on the other side of her, his arm slung around Elena’s shoulder, staring into the camera with a wide, happy smile without any trace of his trademark cool smirk

He stares at it for a long time, the love in his heart so big, so total, so completely full

Then he looks back up at Elena, who’s smiling at him, quiet and happy and affectionate

And he asks “What’s this for?” even though he thinks he already knows

And Elena shrugs and puts it into his wallet, right next to where he keeps that folded up piece of paper

“Just another thing to help you know that you’re gonna be ok.”

#schneider #elena alvarez #one day at a time #odaat #the kids and schneider headcanons are MANY y'all #jampottr

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irwintry · 6 years ago

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Caramel Macchiato

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of drugs

Author’s Note: i’m.... back.... startin’ fresh lol (i was rly hoping there would be more new gif options but oh well)

Word Count: 3.4k

Luke liked the stickers on your laptop. So, after five times of noticing you at the café, he told you.

“I like the stickers on your laptop,” he mumbled, leaning over towards you as he pretended to almost pass you completely. The ceramic coffee mug was burning his hand, but he refused to show any pain in order to remain cool around you.

You grinned. “Thanks.”

He nodded with a smile, and that was it.

He spent the rest of the afternoon jotting down your quirks: the way you tangled your hands into your hair to keep the strands away from your eyes, the gentle smirk that appeared every time you read something online or in your book that you made you laugh, and lastly, the twitch of your fingers along the dog-eared pages of a novel he knew all too well.

Luke assumed you were a college student, an English major to be exact, and he also figured you liked your eggs scrambled as opposed to sunny-side up. You probably preferred floral-themed scents over pine scents, and you definitely doodled cute animals on your class notes. Truth be told, he didn’t know a thing about you, yet somehow you were so easy to read.

It made him want to create a character solely based around the idea of you.

He had noticed you a few dozen times, though the two of you shared little to no interactions aside from his actions today. His heart raced for a solid four minutes after that. It made him wonder what a full-on conversation with you would feel like. Pure bliss or possibly similar to that time he had a really bad acid trip (he vowed to never try it again).

There were times he caught you at the pharmacy down the road or at the ice cream place by his apartment complex. A part of him wanted to assume you were lactose intolerant but that you loved mint chocolate chip too darn much to give it up. Yet, not once did he say a word.

Luke had plenty of reasons to believe you weren’t significant to his life. For all he knew, you could be a misconnection that decided to not leave him alone. But he refused to forget you, so he kept making his presence as obvious as possible without speaking up. He got used to sharing soft smiles with you, and sometimes, there were subtle head nods– the greeting kind of nod. At least he could identify the fact that you acknowledged him.

You acknowledged him when the customers in line at the café were being obnoxious. With wide eyes and a hand clasped over your mouth to keep you from laughing too hard, your gaze darted to him. He’d laugh too, not because he felt like he had to, but because he was too damn happy to be noticed by you. You also acknowledged him sometimes with a quick wave, though those were saved for the times you two passed each other on the street. You acknowledged him. You saw him.

So, why was it so hard for him to take things a step further?

Well, frankly, Luke had issues talking to a lot of people. He hid behind his glasses and three published novels (which could be hard sometimes when the occasional person recognized him from some online article circa 2016. And, there were times his old professors tried to catch up for coffee on particularly bad-brain afternoons. So, you could say Luke had a hard time staying incognito at all times). He was painfully shy, and he saved his words for pen and paper–– they meant more that way.

You were always in the café before Luke, your books piled high beside you as you scrolled aimlessly on that sad laptop of yours. There was always a crease between your brows, but the next day, Luke couldn’t find that crease. In fact, he couldn’t find you. Maybe you were sick. Maybe you died. Maybe you–

You padded in behind him, wheezing and panting as though it was summer again. Your canvas tote had slipped off of your shoulder after you wedged your way in between the closing door, and your hair... wow, Luke still thought you were fucking cute.

“Run a marathon?” he asked without realizing the words slipped out from between his wide smile.

You would have glared at him if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was him talking to you. Anyone else’s amused expression would have pissed you off. “N-no,” you gasped out, clearly struggling to compose yourself in front of the tall man.

His smile had no issue growing larger as he watched you. He stepped forward in line.

“’s stupid,” you laughed and straightened your spine. “I nearly drowned my body weight in NyQuil last night, so I slept through my alarm which meant that I was gonna be late to beat you here. And, I just couldn’t let that happen.”

Luke almost gasped. “What?”

“Told you,” you mumbled, “stupid.”

He stepped up to the register, greeting the barista he still hadn’t learned the name of despite his consistent coffee schedule. “Small Americano please,” he said, glancing at them and then at you. “What d’ya want?”

You crooked an eyebrow. “What?”

“What do you want?”

“You’re not...”

Luke gave you a soft smile, and you returned it.

“Um...” You leaned forward. “Small Caramel Macchiato for me, please.” You leaned back. “You suck. Thank you.”

He nodded. “Course.” Luke decided that after this, he would definitely start talking to you more.

He had seen you a total of three times since the “big” interaction, and not one of those times could he work up enough courage to do what he had done that day at the café. He was neck deep in late publication deadlines, and he had already told two of his old professors that he would come into their classes for a short guest lecture (he couldn’t figure out why he had agreed to that, but it was on a whim, and he felt bad about backing out). Luke didn’t like that people idolized him–– he could hardly figure out how to work a can opener.

Today, your arms were full of Tostitos corn chip bags, and your cheeks were red and puffy. Luke pretended not to notice you at first, so he darted into the next aisle of the CVS to search for his granola. Unfortunately for him, you also needed granola.

“Oh, thank fuck you like Bear Naked, too,” you said as you approached him on his left. “Don’t know what I’d do if you chose KIND. Probably die I guess.”

Luke chuckled at you, but your appearance kept distracting him. You had been crying, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know why. He glanced at the chips that were cradled in your arms.

You noticed his gaze and let out a quick sigh. “My boyfriend and I go through these chips like they’re frickin’ crack, I swear. I-it was my turn to buy them.”

All Luke could do was nod. His heart had plummeted when you mentioned your boyfriend, and it only fell more when your voice faltered. Luke didn’t want to assume anything, but he wondered if that was the reason you had been crying in the first place.

“Um,” you muttered, backing up a bit. “Good t’see you. I’ll catch you later?”

“You gonna be all right?” Luke asked. Again, his own voice shocked him. He began fiddling with the zipper on his granola package.

Your frown deepened. “Yeah, I’m– uh, I’m fine. Thanks.”

He nodded once more. It was when you started to walk away from him that he said, “lemme know if ya need a coffee pick-me-up.”

“Nuh uh,” you replied smugly. “I owe you. ‘If the sun were to die and all life on earth suddenly ceased,–‘ “

“’–the light in your eyes would never gray until the day I repay the favors you gifted me,” he interrupted, and for a good reason at that. You had quoted his book.

Your entire face lit up. This also caused you to nearly drop the three bags of Tostitos corn chips. “You know Luke Hemmings!?” you exclaimed as you rushed back over to the blond.

Luke bit his bottom lip to keep from laughing too loud. It would be easy to reveal himself right then and there, but where was the fun in that? “A lil bit. Not really though.” He shrugged and stuffed his free hand in his tight jean pocket.

The shock on your face had yet to leave, and this excited him. You weren’t even starstruck– you didn’t know who you were talking to! You were just happy, and that made him happy. “But you know of him. Oh my, God. Like, no one knows of him.”

Ouch.

“You literally have no idea how much this means to me,” you continued. “My professors are like, his biggest fans. They constantly talk about him and his achievements, and I would give anything to be more like him.”

“What?” Luke said, and a little too high-pitched at that. “Are you a writer, too?”

You shook your head, then you nodded, and then you shrugged. “I try to be. I’ll never be as good as him, but– “

“But you shouldn’t strive to be like someone else,” he responded. He was honestly just amazed that you were here unknowingly complimenting him. “What makes your writing unique is that it’s written by you.”

You smiled. The pink-tint of your cheeks had faded a bit since he first saw you. “Spoken like Luke Hemmings himself. Did you know him or something?”

Luke really wanted to say something, but a part of him chose to hold the information back. He didn’t want that to be the reason you continued talking to him. “I had a class with him once.”

“WHAT?”

He shuffled backward, his hand landing over his heart as he registered the volume that you had somehow managed to get to. He wasn’t positive a small human like you could reach that decibel level.

“Sorry, sorry,” you mumbled shyly, “but, are you fucking kidding me?”

He shook his head.

“Can you tell him that I want to frickin’ marry him?”

Luke nearly choked on his saliva. “S-sure,” he chuckled out breathlessly. He could say something right there. Would you believe him?

“I– “ The phone in your pocket began to ring. “Shit, gotta go.” You started to walk away, except you weren’t turning around. You pointed a finger at him as you said, “I owe you. Coffee’s on me tomorrow. Kay? Buh-bye!”

Luke let out a long, deep breath. His insides were churning, almost as if he was sick with the stomach flu. Could anyone really be this happy? Yes, they truly could.

He expected to see you the next day, but he didn’t. A week and two days passed before you rushed into the café behind him once again. Everything was typical, everything was normal... except it wasn’t. Your smile wasn’t as bright, though you did offer to pay for his coffee. And when the barista said Luke’s name, you weren’t even fazed. Your mind was too distracted to notice the person standing in front of you was the very person you gushed over a week ago.

You sat at his table without even asking. Before he could say a word, you pressed your face onto your giant textbook and wailed quietly. Your palms were flat against the table as slow breaths escaped your distressed body.

He didn’t quite know what to do or say, but it seemed like you realized that. A second later, your head shot up, and you dried the tears that had managed to spill while you were rested against the large Econ book.

“’m gonna be eating Tostitos alone now,” you whimpered.

Somehow, Luke understood that.

You groaned, slamming your head back onto the rented textbook before resting your chin on it to look up at him. “I saw it coming! I saw it coming but I’m fuckin’ sad.”

“You’re allowed to be sad.”

“I know, it’s just– “ you sighed, rubbing your eyes. “A whole damn year of my life. And I’m sad but I’m not...”

“Heartbroken?” Luke hadn’t been through a break up in a long time, so he didn’t really know what to think. He just knew that he wanted you to be happy with him.

You shrugged. “I guess.”

So, he shrugged, too. “Maybe you wanted it to happen.”

That was when you nodded and said, “I think I did.”

Two minutes later, you collected your things and left without a goodbye.

Luke went out for a bit of ice cream that night. His heart hurt a bit, especially after his interaction with you earlier in the day. It had been surreal for a while– the idea that you would never feel the same way about him, but now it was hitting him hard. He was all too focused in the movement of your hands and the joy in your voice when you spoke, and it never occurred to him that you could enjoy his company without feeling something. He felt pathetic.

So, he assumed a small cup of Moose Tracks would cheer him up.

And then, he noticed you in the corner, a hysterical mess over your empty milkshake cup. He really could not escape you. If he wanted to get over his feelings, he would have to never, ever leave his apartment... ever. But he couldn’t leave you like this, not in the drunken state you were in. He wanted to make sure you would get home safely.

So, he asked, “can I get you home safely?”

You had been staring at the TV behind him, reacting to everything the Star Trek characters said even though the volume was down and the closed captions were on. And, you were still crying, though none of the customers (or employees for that matter) cared. At least he cared.

You grinned through the waterfall of tears flowing down your cheeks. You looked a little bit like a raccoon, but a cute raccoon nevertheless. “Luke Hemmemememmings!” you exclaimed, taking his free hand in yours. “My savior! My milkshake is a-all gone!” You began to pout, but you had stopped crying.

He wasn’t going to ask you how you knew it was him despite being curious. That wasn’t his goal right now. “Come on, darlin’. I’ll get you another soon.”

You gasped as he stood you up. “Luke Hemmemmemmings called me darling!” You beamed up at him before unexpectedly cuddling into his chest. You raced out of the small shop a quick second later, him hot on your tail to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally run into traffic.

Luke didn’t like this side of you. He liked when you smelled of fresh flowers, not of alcohol.

“Lu, Lu!” you shouted through the quiet night. The town had already put up the holiday lights, and though he admired the way they reflected in your eyes, he didn’t like your dull, glazed over expression. “Chri-mas! ‘m gonna get you a big gift this year.”

“C’mon, darling,” he said, taking your arm while you chewed lazily on the straw of your empty milkshake cup. “Lead the way. Wanna make sure you get home okay.”

You leaned into him again, and he assumed it was for warmth, not because you maybe liked the close proximity. “Love of my fuckin’ life,” you whispered into his puffy jacket. “Can I try your glasses on?” You tripped slightly over the curb, but he caught you.

“Briefly,” he answered as he slipped them off with his right hand. “I use them to see.”

Your smile grew. “Really? Thought you used them to make you look more handsome,” you murmured singingly.

Luke’s brain chose to ignore that, but his heart didn’t. His chest physically hurt because of how fast his heart was beating. And his cheeks, though crazy chilly, were definitely beet red.

“How do I look?” you asked, your goofy smile somehow growing even bigger if that were possible. You hadn’t cried since you saw him walk in the ice cream shop.

He chuckled. You looked real damn cute, so he said, “real damn cute.”

That made you giggle.

Your apartment was just down the block from his, and you let him lead you up the stairs so he could say goodnight in the warmth. He didn’t expect you to invite him in, but he did have to use the bathroom, so he gladly accepted your invitation.

Everything had a place in your apartment. Your bathroom sink was neatly organized, and your towels were folded evenly in a basket by the shower. It even smelled like roses, and that drove him slightly wild. You were too perfect, but he was too head over heels, and you were too drunk tonight.

“Lu!” you shouted gleefully as he stepped out of the bathroom. You latched yourself onto him, arms around his shoulders so you could nuzzle your face into his neck. He took a moment to reciprocate the hug, letting his own arms meet around your waist as he pulled you closer. He tried to stop thinking about how well you fit against him. And then, you pulled away. For that split second, he craved your touch again, but you hadn’t read his mind in the right way. You pressed your cold lips onto his, and everything about the kiss was stiff and wrong. You were too intoxicated.

He pushed you away gently by the hips. The frown that etched its way onto his lips only pulled itself deeper down his cheeks. Luke wanted you, but not like this.

“I’m– “ you hiccupped and fell back against the hallway wall. “’m so sorry.”

All he could do was nod. “You gonna be okay?” He wasn’t going to be. You had kissed him, but he couldn’t make note of your intentions.

You nodded, too.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said as he made his way towards the door.

“My name’s Y/N.”

He hadn’t even been aware that he didn’t know your name. He smiled at you and opened your front door, “night, Y/N.”

“Caramel Macchiato,” he said, setting it down onto the table before you. “Just how you like it.”

Luke noticed you at your normal table, sat the way you always chose to sit: your knees pressed against your chest as you read a book he saw you reading three months prior. You looked good, almost too good for someone who had been in an almost complete mental breakdown a week beforehand. But maybe you were that good at pretending. Or, maybe you truly were okay.

You gasped, gazing up at him with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. He had seen your eyes plenty of times, and most often they were full of anguish and pain, but not today. Today, you appeared genuinely happy to see him. “Stop doing nice things for me,” you mumbled as a smile grew on your cheeks. “I only act like a complete and total idiot around you.”

He shrugged as he took his place in the seat across from you. “You’re fine, darlin’.”

You chuckled. “Darling. Hey, I’m sorry– a-about the other night. I was fucked, and you just– “

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you said before moving your books to the opposite end of the table. This gave you the opportunity to lean your elbows onto the wooden surface. “I kissed you, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t– I don’t act like that, but you just... are so pretty.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, and he nearly failed at remaining cool and composed as a stinging blush spread up his chest and onto his cheeks. “How– how’d you know who I was?” he questioned, peering out the window briefly. When he looked back at you, your features tightened into a confused expression, but they relaxed soon after.

“Oh, I– uh... I had my suspicions. I looked you up right away.” You shrugged. “I just knew I’d meet you. I’m still kinda embarrassed I said all of those things. You probably think I’m a big dork, huh?”

He shook his head. “No,” he laughed. “I would call you a big dork because of other things, but not because of that. I was actually flattered. It really made me feel good.” Aside from the fact that you admitted that no one knew him. He wouldn’t mention that.

“That makes me really happy,” you mumbled into your sweater-covered hands. The dark green brought out the many colors in your eyes. “And, I’m for sure attracted to you for more reasons other than the fact that you’re Luke Hemmings, but– “

“What?”

Luke grinned. “You’re attracted to me?”

“What?” you repeated, and this time, he could tell you were blushing. “Me? No, no, no, never said that.” You hid further into your hands, but that didn’t help your case.

“’s’fine,” he replied. He was about to lose his damn mind. “I’m attracted to you, too, darling.”

Maybe you weren’t a misconnection after all.

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time-travel-bouqet · 6 years ago

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You’re Sick

Here is your Sam story little sister @curly-haired-disaster!!

This will serve for day 11 of Sweet and Silly September. I literally wrote it in like 30 minutes so cut me a break pleeeeeease! :) No beta either so embrace my mistakes, they’re healthy! bahahahahaha

Samx reader, no warnings.....I don’t think I even cussed.

Were the lights always that bright you wonder as you squint against the harsh glare of the lights as you sat at the kitchen table, your head in your hands. Your stomach was simultaneously rolling from hunger and a wave of nausea.

This was not a good sign, you had hoped that you were going to be able to shake the sick feeling that had been growing stronger over the past few days but it seemed like you might as well surrender. Were the lights humming? Had you been bitten by a radioactive spider unknowingly?

Your pondering was interrupted by the roll of hearty chuckles as Sam and Dean entered the kitchen. They stopped dead in their tracks looking at your ashen face and then back at each other. “Nope, not again. Last time she gave me the flu, twice.” and with that Dean backed out of the kitchen as if avoiding the plague.

Sam gave a small huff as he walked over and sat beside you, pulling you into him. His warmth helped still your growing chill but you didn’t want to get him sick so you gave him a little push to break the embrace.

“Lemme go Sam, I’m gonna get you sick.”

“It’ll happen eventually anyways, I mean I just kissed you earlier so I’m probably already infected. Hopefully you’re not becoming a zombie.” he makes a silly face causing you to laugh which awakens an ache in your throat. A pained moan escapes you causing him to frown deeply.

“Alright little one let’s move it.” he stood and gave you a second, waiting to see if you were going to follow. He sees you start to protest so he scoops you up in his arms gently whisking you off to bed.

“I’m sorry if I turn you into the undead baby.” you whisper as you nuzzle into his neck, seeking out heat to still your chills.

“We’ll just be undead together, chase Dean around a little. You know how he feels about zombies.” he chuckles gently shaking your forehead onto his chin causing him to gasp slightly “You’re burning up honey. I’m gonna tuck you in and get you what you need to get back to my little sassy ass I love so much.”

He tucks you into his side of the bed and you give a contented sigh as his familiar smell somehow soothes you as the warmth of the two extra blanket he added begin to comfort you.

A few minutes later he returns with some nyquil and orange juice which you take greedily, relishing the warm feeling as it spread through your body bringing sleep.

“mmmm Sam.” you mumble as sleep takes hold.

“Hmm?” he asks from where he sits on your side stroking your hair,

“Tell me our story from your eyes, you know it’s my favorite.”

“‘mkay, sure love.” he obliges as he sinks down and pulls you in “but maybe the abridged version droopy lids?”

You offer a half laugh that fades into a yawn.

“So there was this girl and man was she feisty. She was older than me and even though she was 10 and I was only 8 it didn’t matter, I knew. Then we got older and I just knew she was gonna end up with my brother because most girls did. But when he tried what happened?”

You were nearly under but could still hear the smile in his words.

“I told him I’d rather spontaneously combust.” you whisper hoarsely as a small smile pushed its way to your face.

“Hell yeah you did. Then I really knew.”

“Love you Sam.” you whisper as you pull the covers over your head and embrace sleep.

“You too.” is the last thing you hear as you drift off.

The next morning brings a slight improvement for you, but the sweat soaked sheets and tiny groans shows that Sam has fallen victim of your sickness.

“Well, “ you say to the early morning shadows as you settle back under the covers “ I guess Dean is outnumbered now. I hope he tastes like bacon and whiskey.”

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the-volatility-blog · 8 years ago

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to let myself go; part 4 [gladio×ignis]

(( this was written mostly on nyquil. no regrets. these two... <3 ))

Ignis Scientia was nothing if not a man of sound judgement and logic.

Facts and figures, order and arrangement; since a young age he had been groomed to be a professional at clinical and precise methodology in nearly every situation. And, in his own humble opinion, he wore it very well. Not many men could fit such a role and bear it with the graceful sort of ease that Ignis managed, day in and day out.

Feelings... well. If Ignis knew anything it was that feelings often resided on the opposite side of the spectrum of rationality. This baseline fact, he felt, was a good starting point.

Ignis was also extremely skilled at taking - and conquering - calculated risks. This one, he theorized, had a nearly flawless success rate.

× × ×

He had spent the majority of the prior day in a strange sort of reminiscence, masking it well from the others with his usual cool and unruffled demeanor, only being called out once by Prompto in the market square as he found himself lost in a vacant stare in front of the turmeric selection for far longer than was reasonable. Gladio’s touch haunted him, phantom fingers he swore he could still feel on his cheekbones, the memory of their closeness sending a slow heat like warmed honey through his chest. Far be it from him to deny the electricity that undulated between them both in those slight few moments. Ignis himself was guilty as charged for not being completely caught unawares by his own reaction to Gladio’s touch. In his mind it was really only a matter of time.

It was day two since the Regalia’s unfortunate breakdown, and while they waited for the parts needed for Cindy to fix it, the boys began to get a little antsy being stuck in Lestallum. Prompto had taken enough artsy shots of old buildings and broken windows to fill an encyclopedia, and Noctis had actually slept enough to the point where he wasn’t sleepy anymore, which really weirded everyone out. It was Noctis, in fact, who spotted the flyer for the street fair posted outside their hotel that afternoon.

“Hey. .... This looks neat, yeah?” Noct waved one arm over his head, summoning the other three to stand in a half-circle around him.

“Street fair? Lemme see that.” Gladio leaned in, casting a heavy shadow over the flyer.

Prompto read the text from over Noct’s shoulders, eyes widening as he did. “Food? Games? A parade?! So we’re actually gonna like, check this out and not spend the night holed up in our hotel room, right?!” He leaned back on his heels a bit, a boyish gesture, glancing sidelong at Ignis as he spoke. Ignis quirked a brow in return - sure he enjoyed a quiet night and a good book more often than not, but really?

“Of course we’re not. We really shouldn’t pass up a proper opportunity for some culture.”

“And games.”

“And food.”

“It’s decided!” Gladio thumped the side of his fist against the wall gleefully, nodding towards the group. “Tonight, it’s street fair time.”

Prompto whooped in excitement, wildly flinging an arm over Noct’s shoulder and nearly propelling them both sidelong into the wall, and above their heads Ignis caught Gladio’s eye and held his gaze for a moment, nodding once in affirmation. This was perfect timing for a well-calculated risk.

× × ×

Lestallum was known for its nightlife, and the fair was a perfect example of why. The heat of the day settled into a balmy and clear evening and the town was thick with excitement, peppered with colorful lights and street performers wielding fireworks and spinning sticks of flames. Food carts lined the sidewalks, jockeying for space with souvenir stands, selling everything from shirts to hand-woven hats and bags to good luck charms and multi-colored flags to wave and dance with. Music thrummed heavily through the crowds like a pulsing electricity, a vibrant and evocative sound that couldn’t help but catch passerby up in dance alongside the parading performers and musicians. The crowds had some dense spots, mostly around the food carts and musical performers, but the exhilarating energy of the festivities managed to soothe any tension or hassle brought on by too much proximity.

The tantalizing smell of fair food had grabbed them first, and Prompto had volunteered to grab snacks for everyone so they wouldn’t start the night on an empty stomach. Gladio had followed suit by venturing to stand in the drink line, because in his worldly advice, “What kinda party is this without a drink?” Ignis stood back alongside Noctis as they waited for their spoils to return, thankful for the ever-present breeze that cut the sultry warmth of the night, nudging his glasses delicately up the bridge of his nose as he leaned back against a lamppost. The bass of the music resonated through the soles of his feet and for a moment Ignis closed his eyes and... relaxed. This is nice. Once in a while.

“Yooo, fresh off the grill guys! Man, we’re lucky I’m kinda short, makes juking my way to the front of the crowd way easy!” Ignis opened his eyes with a start to see Prompto approaching, holding four foil-wrapped kebabs.

“You’re a total hero,” replied Noctis, and Prompto’s grin grew to legendary status as he passed out the food, handing the last stick to Gladio as he approached. “Right on time, big guy.”

“I’m always on time.” Gladio set a small tray of cups filled with a darkly swirling mahogany liquid on the table aside them, and as the group went to work on their food, Ignis took a moment during a mouthful of chicken to grab Noctis’ attention with a gentle nudge, pointedly glance at the tray of drinks, then back up at him. The request was heavily implied - behave.

Noctis waggled his eyebrows a few times as he chewed, earning an eye roll in return as the group finished their food. Ignis trusted Noct, well... mostly. The majority of the childhood rebellion days had been played out under strain in Insomnia, but old habits die hard and Ignis needed to keep that boundary up. He needed to trust Noct tonight, because he had other plans.

Phase one, he thought smoothly to himself, as the four clinked cups together and took the first sip of the intoxicating liquid within.

× × ×

Hours later and a drink or two in, the group found themselves firmly planted in the carnival game area of the festival, a ‘friendly’ competition evolving among them thanks to the combination of alcohol and the excessive difficulty of the ring toss. Prompto was bound and determined to win the giant chocobo plush, Noctis was thusly motivated to win it to tease Prompto that it was his, and Gladio of course was just ready to beat them both because that’s how he worked.

Ignis, naturally, stood towards the back of the rivalry - but not to say he wasn’t interested. He watched his friends toss the rings recklessly, laughing softly to himself as each attempt ended in failure - they were all just... really terrible. Prompto had all the precision of a Garula, Noct tried but he was inexperienced and not used to equaling out the effects of alcohol in his system, so nearly every shot was an overthrow. Gladio seemed to have the best chance but this was one situation where his innate strength worked against him. Ignis had long since figured out the trick to this game, so instead he hung back and paid particular attention to Gladio’s struggle.

His concentration was blisteringly intense; the way he heavily leaned one leather-clad hip against the counter, amber eyes bright and full of determined fire as his back arched just barely, stiffening his chiseled form as he tossed the ring towards his target. Always too heavy, Ignis mused to himself, watching as Gladio’s strong fingers put a little bit too much ‘oomph’ on his projectile. That part made his lips quirk up in a tiny secret smile - charming and quite predictable, it was a perfect trait of Gladio being completely lost in the moment. Ignis liked that.

Prompto and Noct started hooting derisively as Gladio missed again, so Ignis made his move.

Phase two.

“Look out. Leave this to an expert.” Ignis stepped forward, sidling past the others to grab the last game token sitting on the counter. Everyone’s eyes widened, but a gently buzzed Prompto started cheering loudly first, pumping one fist into the air. “Yeah, Specs gonna show us how it’s DONE!!!” Noctis burst into raucous laughter, trying to quiet Prompto, who continued howling like a wild animal.

Gladio made no motion to step aside, instead forcing Ignis to stand directly next to him at the game counter, fixing him with a challenging smirk. “Oh really? Yeah? You’re gonna get this on one try, right?” Muscular arms folded over his chest in playful confrontation, and Ignis stood his ground coolly as Gladio leaned into him, almost predatory in the shift of his stance.

“You’re all terrible, honestly.” Emboldened by not only the alcohol, but the confidence that this unannounced risk was also easily obtainable, Ignis rolled his eyes sympathetically as slim fingertips traced the circular pattern on the carnival token. “You’ve wasted all of your chances and frankly, your lack of skill is about to leave you all empty handed.” His eyes narrowed just barely then; provoking, and he tilted his head slightly to one side as he watched the larger man, inching just a bit nearer, relishing the close proximity between them both.

Gladio laughed loudly, a heady roar that shook broad shoulders and crinkled the corners of his eyes with unbridled amusement. “Ha!! You’re serious, you’re really fuckin’ serious. Oh man, okay. You’ve got one chance, hot stuff. Get it.” His smile turned quite wolfish then as he spoke, tone dropping to an exhilarating rumble, and it sent a jolt of electricity up Ignis’ spine that settled chaotically in his stomach.

Ignis feigned a troubled sigh as he turned away, picking up the final ring, spinning it loosely within his fingers. These games were generally straightforward, if only the player would take the moments needed to examine them. It was usually just one post that was narrow enough for the ring to circle, and this one was settled firmly in the back left corner, the denseness seemingly indifferent to the naked eye but upon critical observation, it was just a few millimeters shy of its brethren.

Then, all it would take is a steady hand.

Ignis felt all eyes on him, and it sent a small thrill through his slim form as he copied Gladio’s stance - one slender hip cocked against the game counter, spine arched scarcely, elbow bent and one arm held out before him in a thoughtful pose as he focused on the post in question. Not too much, not too little, and Ignis held his breath to steady himself completely as his delicate wrist flicked out, almost too quick to be noticed, and the ring sailed sweetly through the air and descended in one smooth arc onto the wooden stake.

Stunned silence fell over the four for a brief few moments before Prompto erupted into excited shrieks of shock and admiration and praise, and Ignis was unceremoniously handed the gigantic bright yellow chocobo plush from the game attendant. He could barely fit his arms around it, nevermind be able to see properly while he was holding it. “Never doubt the strategist at a carnival game,” he lectured mischievously while holding out the stuffed toy to Prompto, as the blonde’s cerulean eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He snatched the chocobo from Ignis in a fit of elation, squeezing it so close to his chest that Ignis thought it might explode into a flurry of stuffing and feathers.

“Six, Ignis, why’d you give that to him?! Now he’s gonna be turned up to 11 all night!” Noct raised one arm to block his face from Prompto, who was vigorously swinging his prize at Noct like a giant pillow with a beak. “You absolute lunatic, give - me - that!” He turned his attention to the energetic blonde, starting to fight back and try to steal the bird from his grasp. Prompto just laughed like a madman.

Ignis chuckled, raising one hand to rub absently at the nape of his neck. Kids. Suddenly he felt a hand settle boldly on the small of his back, and a familiar baritone rumble in his ear. “How the hell’d you manage that, Iggy?”

“You want to know?”

“Yeah.”

Ignis turned to look Gladio directly in the eye, the larger man’s hand casually sliding to Ignis’ hip as he moved. Fuck. He stood silent for the smallest of moments, paralyzed by the potency of the simplest of touches and the smoldering honeyed gaze that seemed to fixate on him voraciously.

Phase three.

“Come here.” Ignis canted his head slightly to one side, moving to step out out of the gathering crowds interested in trying their hand at the games, away from the squabbling and distracted boys with their secondhand prize. Fortune favors the bold, and in a brazen move he hooked an index finger through one of Gladio’s belt loops to tug the larger man along behind him; a motion seemingly so casual and diminutive that on some rational level he almost surprised himself. He heard Gladio behind him utter a brief sound of surprise at the motion, and it was fuel to Ignis’ fire as he tugged him smoothly behind the carnival game to a darkened corner piled with shipping containers and boxes.

“Huh? Are you...” Gladio’s voice trailed off, and Ignis turned to catch a barely there hint of trepidation flicker across bronzed features. Trepidation provoked by a flutter of anxiety, an emotion he rarely saw grace Gladio’s existence, but it was gone quicker than it had appeared and Ignis’ chest nearly burst with longing for the other man.

He took a step forward, long stride nullifying the distance between them, and slender fingers coiled softly around one inked wrist as Ignis took his risk, his nose inches from Gladio’s before he could even think about it. He could smell him, sea salt and soil and hunger, and he repeated himself with a murmur; “Come here”, the words mumbled out against Gladio’s lips as he leaned forward into a kiss that he’d only dreamed of secretly in his own mind for far too long. The nearly instant soft moan of satisfaction Ignis’ lips elicited let him know he had surely made the right choice, and in a swift and sudden movement Gladio had one muscular arm snaked around his slim torso, the flat of one hand pressed possessively to the small of his back as he leaned into Ignis’ affections with no hesitation.

Gladio tasted like sweet dark liquor, and Ignis found himself slowly sliding his tongue along the larger man’s bottom lip; in some primal part of his brain this was a perfectly natural progression and for once his rational mind decided to shut down for a few moments, letting instinct take over as he found himself arching his lithe frame into the fierce embrace around his waist and the strong body that pressed itself hotly against his. His unoccupied hand slid its way up Gladio’s shoulder, finding itself at the base of his skull where lissome fingers threaded urgently through dark hair, eliciting another rumble of approval from the shield as he dared further, taking his lower lip delicately between his teeth and sucking gently. Fingers curled keenly into Ignis’ waist, and he heard Gladio’s breath catch and rattle deep within his chest at the attention.

It seemed like everything in Ignis’ brain was firing on all cylinders - his attentions were heightened, inhibitions down, and an ache of longing was blossoming slowly from his chest and spreading south throughout his hips. His heart thrummed strongly in his chest and he felt... hungry. Strong. In control. Wanting. But they were outdoors, in a public place, not alone. And the logical part of his psyche started pinging - hard.

He wanted nothing more than to shove Gladio against the heavy brick wall behind them and assault him, insatiable. But he didn’t. And it took every bit of steel resolve in Ignis’ body to release Gladio’s lower lip from his trap and break the kiss, lips lingering in a very close proximity for another few moments as the two caught their bearings - chests rising and falling rapidly with unsteady and hasty breaths, lightheaded and dazed with alcohol and heat and fervor.

“Calculated risk,” Ignis whispered lowly, and he softly nudged the side of Gladio’s nose with his own before taking a step back. They locked gazes for a scant few seconds, just observing each other; their flushed cheekbones, glassy eyes, pupils blown wide in a lusty haze, lips gently parted as their breathing regulated. Gladio amazed at Ignis’ boldness, and somewhere in his mind, Ignis feeling the same.

Ignis stood up a bit taller before willing his wobbly legs to turn him away from his payoff, shooting him the most cunning smirk he could muster over one shoulder before he headed back out into the crowd, repositioning a nonchalant facade while raking a hand through his tawny hair and exhaling one long breath very, very slowly. Well, that went better than expected. Offhandedly, he wondered if he had just pulled the pin on a volatile grenade that was about to explode. But truth be told he didn’t really care.

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Stainless Stealing

@lapidot-week for day5:tired/rested

genre: college-human AU

words: 2.5k

summary: Lapis has her bedsheets nabbed from the dorm laundry room, and later someone comes waltzing in wearing them as a toga.

Fuckboi!Peridot AU lmao

Lapis wasn’t sure she liked the laundry room at the end of her hall. It was just a washer stacked on top of a dryer in a five by four space that held exactly one trashcan and a tiny counter that always seemed to have someone’s lost underwear on it.

The washer was always wetter than necessary, as in her jeans came out soaking and weighed down by a pound of water and she had to fish her socks out from the bottom of the flooded machine basin. It’s lights were brighter than God, it’s services were basically always in use, and it smelled frankly too clean in it’s tiny space.

Of course, to be fair, she wasn’t sure any college student liked their liked laundry room. It wasn’t exactly what they advertised in pamphlets, but at least she had one. Lapis had been wearing the same gray hoodie from her sister’s boyfriend for days and was about to be reduced to wearing her bathing suit for undergarments if she didn’t act soon, so it was time.

She collected all of her loose items and realized, as the cherry on the top of her dreary Friday night, she’d have to do two loads: one for clothes and one for her sheets that she spilled Nyquil all over.

Lapis sighs and jams her earbuds into her ears, putting the overflowing basket on her hip and making her way to the end of the hall. She dumps the contents into the barely breathing washing machine and ‘borrowed’ her roommate's soap as she sets the machine for an hour.

It should have been fine, like any other night with Lapis’s main wish to go to sleep and stay asleep, but she had to do a second load, she had to forget to put on a second timer, and she to live in that dorm.

Lapis managed to get through her piles of gross jeans and tattered undershirts, she rewards herself by falling asleep point blank on top of her stripped bed. She drifts off into an aimless blank sleep as an hour apparently passes, and then another hour, and Lapis woke up at midnight with a start.

She glances at her clock groggily and notes her roommate is still out. She yawns and forces her numb legs to walk down the gray hallway. She rubs her eyes as she tries to adjust to the blinding fluorescents that lined the ceiling and feels the thin carpet grate on her bare feet.

She jimmies the heavy laundry room door open and stands in the small space, reaching on tiptoes to get to the dryer and take out her linens. She has to blink a couple times when all she feels is warm metal holes, “Wait…” She feels around some more in the dryer, her mouth falls open. It was empty. “What?” She says a little louder and then she feels the entire inside of the dryer. “What?!”

She checks the little counter that held a lace teal thong at the moment, and then even the trash can. She checks the damp washing machine just in case and then runs into the hall to make sure it hadn’t been brought to the bathroom as a prank. She searches her clothes, she knocks on some doors reluctantly, but people were either out or didn’t know.

Lapis walked around in angry circles and couldn’t figure out how going to college was worth a single dime. She mutters to herself, “Stupid, stupid. Stupid communal living, stupid students, dumb, dumb, dumb.” She starts kicking her roommate's soccer ball against the wall when she snatches her ipod up and stomps back to the laundry room. She throws herself on the tile floor and sits cross-legged in front of the washer-dryer. The person would have to realize they got the wrong load and come back here eventually.

She ended up turning her volume all the way up and drifting off to the tune of Panic!At the Disco. It’s half past two in the morning when Lapis is yanked out of a stress dream of losing her fortune to a gold digging Lindsay Lohan when a bass guitar comes through the wall.

A banging erupts from the elevator and the sound of music echoes down the hall, it appeared someone had a boombox.

“We ain’t ever gettin’ older, we ain’t ever gettin’ older, so baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover.”

Lapis’s eyes pop out of her head and she has a very strong feeling about this. An angry feeling.

She unfolds her stiff cold legs and crawls to her feet, she goes for the door and stumbles out into the narrow hallway.

A pair of guys with backward hats were standing in front of room 22b as a blonde girl seemed to be trying to figure out how to slide her key-card through the strip.

“One second boys,” She wobbles back and forth and Lapis’s examines her clothes, her nostrils flare.

“My sheets!” She points an accusatory finger out. The girl had a white pair of sheets wrapped around her waist in a toga style over a green bandeau bra. Lapis was practically shaking.

The boys turned to her, one of them quirking an eyebrow up and the other elbowing his friends curiously. They may or may not be looking at her loose sweatshirt over a frayed skirt. Lapis scowls.

She glared at the girl and one of the guys taps the blonde on the shoulder, “Eh, Peridot, for you.” She turns as if in a daze and he points at Lapis.

Lapis put her hands on her hips, “You wanna tell me why you’re wearing my sheets?” She tried to make herself as large as possible. Which was not so hard in front of the exceptionally short girl.

The girl hiccups. “Yo,” She drew a little closer to Lapis and two guys with the boombox seem ready to bolt. “What’s going on?” Lapis’s eyebrows jump up, “Those sheets.” She sniffs. “They’re mine.” Peridot looks down at her toga and puts a hand through her short hair, “No? I don’t think so.”

“Yes.” Lapis says more forcefully and tries to indicate the back of it, “It has that blue Nyquil stain on the back.” She recognized it since it was in the shape of a rabbit. “It looks like a bunny.”

Peridot, the girl, shifts in place and then drags the back of the ‘skirt’ around to stare at it, “I’ll be damned.” She chuckles and hiccups again. “I got a bunch of compliments on this thing tonight, good stuff.” Lapis’s eyes got huge and she balls up her fists, the two boys backup. “Hey, Per, we’re heading out.” They excuse themselves messily into the elevator.

Lapis bends over Peridot now, they are alone, “Who do you think you are?”

Peridot looks her up and down slowly, her cheeks a flagrant red. “Peridot? Also,” She hums and squints her eyes, “You’re uh, ‘L’ something? The theater and business major...Neat.” Lapis frowns and puts her palm flat out, “Yes, Lapis, me, neat. Now...My sheets.” Peridot scratches her head, “Huh, really yours? My bad I guess.” Lapis gives a sigh and waits, “I need to sleep tonight.” Peridot raises a half-smile, “Oh?”

Lapis’s narrows her eyes, “Yes. On my sheets. On a bed. With a 7am alarm.” Peridot shakes her head and reaches for a knot on her shoulder and tugs on it, Lapis inhales sharply, “Wai-” Too late, Lapis’s sheets dropped away neatly and revealed Peridot’s full bandeau and a pair of boxers in all their alien glory. Lapis massages the bridge of her nose.

“Well then,” Peridot seems to attempt a snap and finger guns in Lapis’s direction, she swaggers to what appeared to be her room, “Hit me up sometime. We’ll do Shakespeare or something. Lemme tell you, I have the best Hamlet voice, I just cry like a bitch for awhile and then get a boner for bad decisions.” “Ugh,” Lapis groans.

Peridot looks at her, “Is that not how it goes?”

Lapis reaches down to collect her sheets, “I’ll see you around.” Peridot shrugs in her direction and winks, “I’m sort of a tutor if you need math help or,” She hiccups and slurs her words, “Structural geometry if you know what I mean.” Lapis’s mouth fell open, she was being hit on at three in the morning while holding her stolen sheets, she just shakes her head.

Peridot tugs on her snapback and then shrugs, she closes the door behind her.

Lapis sighs and goes to make her bed and then never get out of it ever again. She brings it to her face. She nearly screams.

“Agh!” She crosses the room quickly and knocks quickly on the door, “Hey!”

It takes a moment but the door swings open, Peridot stands in the same outfit scratching her bare stomach, “I didn’t mean tutoring now.” She says irritably.

Lapis held out her white linens. “Did you dip this into an entire vat of beer? It reeks.”

Peridot chuckles absently, “Yeh. I suppose I did do a keg stand, it was pretty sweet. But I thought the pool washed it all off.” She taps her chin, “Until Am dumped the rest of her PBR on me, okay.” Lapis wrinkles her nose and hunches her shoulders, “I can’t sleep on these.” A quiet look gets in the drunk girl's eyes, “What d’you want then?” Lapis glances around, she looks over Peridot’s shoulder, she thinks about the empty study room. She looks into Peridot’s room again. “How clean is your room? We could swap for tonight.”

Peridot furrows her brow, “Seriously?”

Lapis ducks under Peridot’s arm and finds a neatly organized room- outside of an entire stack of CPH disks and some computer wires on the floor. She nods, “Alright. Okay, I am so tired I could cry. Go make a nest out of these and hell, I’ll go buy myself new sheets in the morning.” She made her plans out loud.

She wasn’t sure Peridot was listening. “Hmm, how about no. I just made my bed again and while, thanks for the toga tonight, I have like, a six-hour shift tomorrow.” Lapis glances at her, revenge was best served late at night and right away, “Too bad.” She jumps into the girl’s bed, a thick green blanket over it and at least four pillows, she burrows in. “Get lost.”

She could feel Peridot staring at her, “I am way too tired for this, moody chick.” Lapis just turned and grinned at that.

“Look at your stuff more carefully next time,” She winks, “And I hear the laundry room is free.” Lapis turned her back to her and smiled as she felt the tug of sleep, maybe she was finally getting ahead.

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So, in the top ten bad decisions Lapis had made in the first two weeks of school, sleeping in a stranger's bad was up right up there. She wasn’t even drunk. Just full of spite and bad ideas.

Lapis was having a nice dream about clouds and flying and maybe Kristen Stewart being there when she felt a soft kick to her shin.

Lapis wiggles in place and tucks the thick head of hair more snugly under her chin. Lapis’s brain pauses. A thick head of hair.

Her eyes fly open, there was a head under her chin, an arm settled over her waist, a leg tangled in between her legs and someone breathing lightly into her collarbone.

Lapis sits up in bed with a start and pulls her skirt down, “Ah!” The girl next to her flails her arms in the air and nearly falls off the bed.

Lapis takes a deep breath in and looks around, “Where…?” She looks down at her pile of soiled sheets, and then at the picture of Percy LaPenne on the wall. The night comes back to her in full force. “Ohmygod.” She feels a light tug on her hoodie sleeve, she turned to find Peridot, her, examining Lapis, she sits up straight. Peridot looked around and then down at herself, “Did we,” her eyes dart up, “You know.” Lapis hunches over, “No.” She grunts angrily, “You wish…” She blows air out of her nose, “Do you remember any of last night?” The girl squints and then gets a goofy grin on her face, “It was awesome.” She pushes her hair back, “I, Peridot, was pretty cool I think I remember.” She looks at Lapis closely, “Lapis, right?”

Lapis groans. “Okay. I’ll just leave now.” “Wait, wait, wait,” Peridot reached out toward her as the bed shifts, “Did we meet at the party? I remember we were in the hall together…” Lapis shakes her head and retold the story: took her sheets, literally wore them, Lapis stole her bed in retribution. “But then you hopped into the bed at some point too.” Lapis says with an unhappy frown.

Peridot chuckles, “Makes sense, okay, cool cool.” Lapis rights her shirt and delicately gets out of the bed, “No, not cool. But alright, I’ll just go buy new sheets.” Peridot’s eyebrows rose, “Oh hey, wait, I’ll buy you sheets, give me your number, I’ll do it after work.” Lapis didn’t look back at her, “I have like, two projects due on Monday and a headache that hasn’t gone away.” She hears someone stumble to the floor behind her, “Aw, come on, I’m really not a bad person. I mean, yeah, I stole your sheets and maybe got a bit of throw up on them,” “What?!” She drops the sheets.

“But I’ll totally buy you a new one.” Lapis looks back, Peridot blinks at her, “Take you out to dinner. Buy you a comb.” Lapis touches her hair self-consciously, “I’ll start with the new sheets.” She did have things to do instead of walk all the way to target that day.

A bright smile comes on Peridot’s face, “Great,” She grins, “You’ll find I definitely come through in the end.” “Do you always boast this much?” Lapis goes to head toward the door, Peridot follows her like an almost-nude puppy dog.

“Not if I get your number. I’ll be very humble then.” Lapis rolls her eyes, “This is for pickup purposes.” She scribbles down her cell number on one of Peridot’s crumpled notebooks and slips it to her. Peridot nods at it appraisingly and gives her a thumbs up.

She gives a reluctant thumbs up back.

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Lapis got a pair of satin sheets back that night. And a nude of Peridot (see: her without a shirt on in a random mirror) with just the caption ‘shakespeare?’ on it.

Lapis rolls her eyes and tells her to come around tomorrow if she wants to learn about Hamlet and buy her five coffees to make up for last night.

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