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asordinaryppl · 6 months ago

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 13: Budding Spring - Episode 24: Wishing For A Family

!! further context for this chapter can be found in the moon traveler event story! translations up till chapter 9 by izumi-fanclub is here and by prideoftheknights here!

Chikage: Be careful on your way home.

Employee A: Hm? You’re not on the same flight as us, Utsuki-san?

Chikage: I have some business to take care of, so I changed my flight to tomorrow.

Employee A: Is that so? You were a big help this time, thank you so much!

Employee B: It’s thanks to you that the business negotiations went smoothly. Their attitude towards us softened with you here.

Employee B: There’s a lot to be said about the power of words, huh?

Chikage: I’m glad I could be of help.

Employee A: We’ll be leaving, then.

Chikage: (With that done… The next bus is coming soon.)

Chikage: (It’ll take some time getting there, so I guess I’ll get some work done.)

Chikage: …

[Keyboard keys clicking]

Driver: << Have a nice trip! >>

Chikage: << Thank you. >>

Chikage: (As I expected, I don’t pass as a local dressed like this.)

Chikage: (It’s been almost 20 years, hasn’t it…?)

Chikage: (The scenery has changed quite a bit since then. I shouldn’t expect it to be the same after so long, though…)

Chikage: (For now, I should go to a place where people like to gather…)

Shopkeeper: << Welcome. >>

Customer A: << I got a real shock! >>

Customer B: << No, seriously. >>

Customer C: << Dad said he’ll take some time to get here. >>

Customer D: << Let’s eat ahead of him then. >>

Customer E: << What should I eat… >

Customer F: << I’m not even that hungry yet. >>

Chikage: (How nostalgic. Just sitting here has me listening to various languages from left and right.)

Chikage: (It’s a great place for multilingual input.)

Chikage: (If our theater company wants to increase our overseas audience in the future, supporting many languages is important…)

Chikage: (If I stay here too long, I’ll miss the bus.)

Chikage: (There’s a lot of graffiti on this wall… Was there this much before?)

Chikage: (It doesn’t seem like the public security has worsened any.)

Resident: << This part’s already full. Unless you wrote in real small letters, it’d be impossible for you to fit anything in. >>

Chikage: << Does the graffiti here have some kind of meaning? >>

Resident: << Ah, so you don’t know. They say that if you write your name on this wall, your dreams will come true. >>

Residents: << Even tourists started writing things here. >>

Resident: << Though the owner of this place doesn’t seem to care, so everything just stays here. >>

Resident: << At first there were only one or two names written here. >>

Chikage: — —

Chikage: (This one’s my name…)

Chikage: (There’s only one person who’d do something like this, and there’s no mistaking this handwriting—)

“Hey.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Do you have a dream?”

Chikage: …

Chikage: (Your dreams will come true, huh… Did the rumor come first? Or was my name written here first?)

Chikage: (Good grief, I could never tell what that person was thinking.)

Chikage: (My dream, huh… You could say that I was able to come here because it came true, in a way.)

Resident: << Hm? I feel like I’ve seen your face before… No, you just resemble someone I used to know. >>

Chikage: ?

Resident: << You look a little like an old coworker of mine. Your smile, especially. >>

Resident: << Though he passed away about a decade ago. >>

Resident: << His wife got sick and died several years ago… They had a son, but I think they entrusted him to someone far away. >>

Chikage: << … I had heard that some distant relatives of mine live around this area, so there might be some connection. >>

Resident: << Might be. If his wife were still alive… I’m sure she’d be happy. >>

Resident: << A long time ago, when I asked her about her son, she told me she’ll never see him again, but that she hopes he’s not alone. >>

Resident: << Looking at you makes me feel like I just met their son. >>

Chikage: …

Chikage: (They did what they wanted till the very end.)

Chikage: (I didn’t feel like they loved me. I don’t even know if I loved them.)

Chikage: (When I was a kid, they loomed over me like a large, undeniable existence. Even after they left me, even after time passed, they remain imprinted on me like a sludge stain that can’t be removed…)

Chikage: (But, I see… I don’t have to look at this name anymore.)

Chikage: (This name doesn’t exist anywhere in this world.)

Chikage: (... Just what is this feeling? It’s not nostalgia, or sadness, or even relief.)

Chikage: (It’s like there’s a small space in my heart… And this fits perfectly in there.)

Resident: << Since they might be your distant relatives, do you want to visit their graves? >>

Chikage: << — No, the bus will be coming soon. I have to hurry back to my family. >>

Resident: << Is that so? Have a safe trip. >>

Chikage: << Thank you very much. >>

Chikage: (... I don’t think anyone will be on right now.)

UC has entered the chat UC: I’m about to go to a hotel near the airport. taruchi: good work UC: Ah, I see. You’re not that far from where I am, are you? taruchi: i think i’m between japan and where you are taruchi: how did your new challenge go? UC: Who knows? I do know that I’m glad I came here, at least.

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#a3!#translation #a3! translation #chikage utsuki #itaru chigasaki #did not like any title i could come up with for this chapter

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veenxys · 2 years ago

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“wait.. are you serious?” shinso asks, looking at the tickets in your hand and at you again.

“i thought you wanted to enjoy life more” you say, doing a bad impression of him.

“well yes i do..but i don’t know if going to a concert in another city on a wednesday is a good idea y/n. we have class tomorrow”

“..and?”

he looks at you confused, as if the two of you are speaking completely different languages.

“urgh c’mon shinso! is our favorite band, it’s not often that an opportunity like this comes along!”

he takes a deep breath and runs a hand through his shaggy hair, holding it above his forehead as he says something like “this is crazy” under his breath. he looks at you; the sparkle in your eyes and a smile you try to hide makes his heart race and a mixture of anxiety and nervousness takes over him; and he knows you can see the tug of war in his mind.

“you have to seize the moment, hitoshi. have you seen them playing live? it’s awesome and i promise you won’t regret it”

he’s biting his nail again, and you can’t help but roll your eyes because he’s making this harder than it should.

“no”

“hmm, too bad.. that i’m not taking no for an answer,” you say as you stand up, tucking your laptop into your backpack before placing it on your back. you adjust your jacket and he watches you with his mouth open, not knowing if you’re serious or not.

“thanks for helping me with my homework hitoshi, now go study. i’ll pick you up at your place later” you say smiling, leaning into him and leaving a kiss on his temple before leaving.

and shinso is taken out of his thoughts when you turn up the radio with one hand while the other is on the steering wheel; your face minutes before concentrated is now happy, amused as the music fills the car.

you tap your fingers softly on the steering wheel to the beat of the music while the wind from the open window ruffles your hair, and shinso can’t stop looking at you.

a small but genuine smile plays on his lips as he leans his head back on the seat and that’s when you feel the weight of his gaze on you, even with him wearing sunglasses you can feel it. “what?” you say with a playful smile.

“you are insane”

you laugh and his smile just gets bigger. he gently runs his fingers over your jaw and takes a deep breath when you reply with a sarcastic smile “if i am insane, then what are you?”, he didn’t want to go, but he knows he would regret it if he didn’t go with you.

the trip was going to be a long one, but honestly he doesn’t care now as he watches you drive, singing and smiling to a song that’s playing on the radio, he doesn’t know the song, but he makes a mental note to listen to more of this band later.��

“look, it’s showtime,” you say as you look into the rearview mirror; the sun setting as the sky becomes a vast expanse of orange and pink, like a work of art you couldn’t believe was real.

he smirks and turns his head back to look, the sunlight reflects off his glasses and you glance at him quickly before looking at the road ahead again, but you know this scene will stay in your mind for a while a long time; his hair messed up as usual, falling lightly over his forehead, the small smile he has on his face, his jawline and how handsome he looks in sunglasses.

and when the sky darkens and the stars begin to appear, shinso offers to drive; he knows you must be tired and nothing fairer than doing this for you, you’ve done so much for him.

and the next moments pass like a flash in shinso’s head; parking next to the concert, waiting what seems like an eternity in line and when you finally get in, he feels like he’s in another world: hours before he was bored in his room, listening to songs by his favorite band, and now he’s at his favorite band’s concert with his favorite people and with excited people running towards the stage while lights dazzle his vision.

he puts one hand in front of his eyes but before he can do anything you take his other hand and start walking a little too fast closer to the stage. he bumps into some people but he doesn’t care, he’s too focused on your hand holding his. and when you finally stop, he accidentally bumps into you, which makes you laugh and turn to him.

“it’s showtime,” you smile, and he smiles back. the lights go out and everyone screams, and then the show begins.

the loud sound vibrates inside you as if your heart makes the beats, the blinding lights made the atmosphere even more energetic and vibrant; you and shinso jump and scream at the top of your lungs, having fun and indulging in music like never before. and sometimes you had to take each other’s hands or arms so you wouldn’t get lost in the crowd.

it was all amazing, special and unique. but one moment that will stay in your mind forever was when your favorite song played; you quickly looked at each other as the guitarist played the first chords, shinso’s gaze shone like a diamond as a huge smile appeared on his lips, you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him so happy. and you smiled, smiled for him and for being here with him, smiled when the singer looked at the two of you together and pointed at you as he sang the song, you smiled like never before that day because of him.

“you liked it?” you ask, voice a little hoarse, your hair messy as you look hopefully at shinso as he fastens his seat belt. the adrenaline and emotion in your veins slowly draining away as you looked into each other’s eyes in the car.

“are you kidding? that was awesome, y/n. i don’t think i’ve had this fun since… since forever” he smiles widely.

you smile back and the peaceful silence takes over both of you.

the moon lights up the parking lot and you can’t help but smile when you see some people looking for their cars as excited as the two of you were a few minutes ago.

“thank you,” shinso says, holding your hand and giving it a light squeeze as he looks at it, “for bringing me. for ignoring my ‘no’” you laugh and he smiles together, this time looking at you, “thanks for being you”

you don’t know what to say, it seems like all your words got stuck in your throat but for shinso, you didn’t need to say anything, just your look was enough for him.

you squeeze his hand in response and he smiles as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb. you two stay like that for a few seconds, until your heart returns to the normal, quiet beats it had before the show, until your minds stop spinning or your ears ring from the loud music.

“we should do this again”

you turn your head to him with a wry smile “this is surprising for someone who said they didn’t want to come a few hours ago”

he laughs and looks at you, your gazes fix one on each other and neither of you can look away first. you two just stand there, holding hands, looking at each other inside the car in an empty parking lot, and it’s that thought that makes shinso realize, “what’s stopping us now?”

then he looks away to your lips and looks into your eyes again, like a silent request, and the sparkle in your eyes and the way you also looked at his soft lips were more than enough answers for him.

he gently tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your cheek with his thumb before lazily placing his hand on the back of your neck. he gets so close you can feel his breath against your skin, so you close your eyes and he brushes his lips against yours before finally kissing you. a soft, lazy kiss that soon becomes deeper and more passionate.

you two just separate for lack of air; foreheads still touching, he caresses the back of your neck and can’t help but smile when you whisper against his lips “you’re right, i think we should do this again.”

#— fluffvember! ♡#mha imagines #bnha imagines #shinsou x reader #shinsou imagine #shinsou fluff #shinsou fic #hitoshi shinso #hitoshi shinso fluff #hitoshi x reader #hitoshi x y/n #hitoshi x you #shinso x you #shinso x y/n

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queenpiranhadon · 1 year ago

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Just gonna vent a bit

This past week has been extremely stressful and I’m just done.

I’m a theatre kid - I love performing - and we have a show coming up this week and preparing for that is just so draining because apparently since I’m a cat and the costume they gave me has a masquerade style cat mask with ears, I’m not allowed to wear my freaking glasses and no one realizes that I have really bad eyesight - not so bad that I can’t walk or function completely - but if you were me - you’d realize how fucking terrifying it is when the world around you is blurry and you feel like you’re going dizzy except you’re not because this is just the damn body you’re born in.

To add on to all the stress, I have to maintain my grades and it’s just so exhausting because it’s like “test!” “test!” “review!” “review!” “oh you got a 96%?” “do better! you can’t keep distracting yourself with all this spending time with friends”

Mixed with “you never leave the house - why don’t you go out with friends?” Maybe it’s because YOU DONT LET ME.

And to top it all off, my dad is leaving for India tomorrow- and he just got back from another business trip within but still far in the country.

Tomorrow is also my brother’s birthday - my dad was supposed to leave yesterday, but he changed it so he could be here for my brother’s birthday.

How sweet and caring and thoughtful of him right?

And yes, I get that my dad is a very hardworking man and I’m very proud of him and his accomplishments but he never cares. It’s always about my perfect little brother who is far from perfect if you ask me. No matter what I do it’s always “be better!” “do better!” “you’ve been given a privilege and you’re putting it to waste!” With him, it’s always “we believe in you!” “we’ll help you through this!!” “no matter what, we’ll always love you.”

His punishments for doing literally terrible things are so small, yet when my parents find out I’m not straight, they give me emotional trauma for months. The little fucker literally trashed the neighbor’s front yard with a friend on purpose and then when confronted about it, lies straight through his teeth.

But here’s the real topping to the cake - yes I do love my parents, no matter how many times we may disagree on things, they are my rock and I wouldn’t be where I am without them. But this one small thing they couldn’t do for me. My dad goes out of his way to make sure he is there for my brother’s birthday but he isn’t there for mine last year. Last year when he left for a trip, he missed my musical’s show nights - had to watch it on a stupid hard drive - and when he did, he never said a goddamn thing. No “good job, your singing and acting was great!” or “I wish I could’ve been there in person!”

And even now, he’s still doing the same goddamn thing - he’s missing the show I’m doing and doesn’t feel a single ounce of remorse. All my fucking hard work for nothing.

It just fucking sucks when others seems to get what you want, what you need so easily, when you’ve worked your entire life to experience barely a ghost of what could’ve been.

And finally today, my brother is lying on the floor of my room, refusing to leave me the fuck alone even though I’ve been annoyed all day from walking around shopping for shit and sitting through church and trying to keep a clear head even though I just really want to go home and take a long nap but I can’t because the little fucker and trashing the room I spent all week trying to keep clean and my mom won’t do a goddamn thing because “it’s your brother and he’s just playing with you.”

And at this point- I’m just done. Because no one gets it. No one ever does.

And so I say something along the lines of “You’re turning — tomorrow. When I was your age, I was working hard, and auditioning and competing and you’re here lying on the floor of your older sister’s bedroom completely useless.”

And yes I admit that was a little harsh - he started crying - but my mom’s response was what got me.

She said “never call you brother useless again. Keep your achievements to yourself, you hear me?! I have never heard you this mean to anyone before.”

But she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what I go through every day m, trying to keep my head high and my eyes looking forward even though I can’t see anything.

She doesn’t know, my dad doesn’t know, my brother doesn’t know, heck, most of my friends don’t even know. They all just think I’m a smart girl who’s never had a problem with her position, getting to where she is in life.

They don’t know how hard I work, how hard I worked, to keep my shaky feet on the ground, to keep myself standing tall when there’s nothing to keep me up.

For those who surely don’t need to know, I’ve been crying while typing all of this, and I’m exhausted so I’m ending this here.

Sorry for unexpectedly trauma dumping - I just needed shit off of my chest.

Hope y’all are doing okay!

Lotsa love from Kae <3

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gleefulquinn · 7 days ago

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from the journal of: quinn fabray-collins. dated: november 8, 2024

tomorrow i leave la to head to ohio. it's been four years since i've even been back in my home town, but i think it's finally time to go back. i haven't seen frannie or the kids in months, and my mom has been begging me to bring the kids home for christmas for a few years now. ben is not very keen on me being away from the house for so many weeks, even less so once i told him i don't plan on vlogging during our time apart, but i need a break. i'm so exhausted from being on all the time. it feels like my life isn't real, it's all an elaborate show for some faceless, nameless viewer clicking a like button.

( in the margins · remind alex to upload next week's video on tuesday, and have her run the video by this weeks sponsor. also, find out who this weeks sponsor even is. )

i've been invited by my old high school to participate in the annual arts showcase this year, apparently that's a thing now? since when does mckinley celebrate the arts? that's new. i was a bit hesitant at first, but i think having the kids spend some time in a place where no one is famous and there aren't any cameras will be good for them. and beth's been texting me a lot lately, it'll be good to see her again in person. plus...i admit, i've been a bit curious about my old classmates. i saw tina at an event in la a few weeks back and just being around a familiar face felt...grounding. plus it's been years since i've done anything performance related. thank god for la connections, i've managed to get in a few vocal and dance lessons before leaving for ohio so i won't seem totally incompetent in front of everyone. something needs to change. here's hoping a trip back home will do the trick, i'm at the end of my rope.

to do list: □ pick up the dry cleaner □ call alex, leave instructions for next week □ send raw footage to vince □ finish packing □ double check everyone's passports □ call shelby □ call in darcy's prescription

#🌻 headcanons.#🌻 task fill.#🌻 week one.#gleefulinspo #gleeful:task #gleeful:quinn

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pbandjesse · 8 months ago

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Today was beautiful and I tried my best to enjoy it. Because I was so incredibly bored at work. It was actually painful. But I did my best to fill the day.

It started late though. I slept terribly. I woke up a ton. My belly hurt. So I let myself sleep in late. It's not like it mattered. There was nothing happening today.

When I got up for real I felt slightly better. My stomach still hurts but I wasn't as upset about it. I got dressed and really liked my outfit. My hair was dirty but it was fine. I tried to braid it but even that wasn't working for me. I just let it be down and lived with it.

James had left for work long before I did. I would get myself and my stuff together, gave Sweetp a kiss, and headed to camp.

When I got there I wasn't sure if Sarah was in the office because the lights were off. But she was there. Just enjoying the natural light. And honestly. I loved that. So we never turned on the lights today.

Sarah said once she was done her breakfast she was going to walk to the lodge to set up for tomorrows feild trip. And I would go with her. We actually would get it all done, the tables, chairs, and sweeping, really quickly. We do a good job splitting the tasks.

It really hurt my wrists moving the chairs. I would just push them around as groups of 4-7 chairs to avoid picking them up. Honestly my hands and wrists have been really bothering me but I am getting my injection on Monday. So I should be good hopefully next week.

I wasnt feeling great. So after we finished the set up I suggested we just sit on the rocking chairs outside. And we did just that. And it was really nice.

Listening to the morning doves and enjoying the breeze. It was warming up fast and it was just really nice being outside.

We would be out there for a half hour before we headed back to the office. Sarah would leave a little before me. And I would slowly make my way back but still beat her. When I got back I made some signs for the next open house. And while that didn't take long it was fine. I would finish my worksheet for tomorrow's workshop I'm doing with creative alliance. And find some emails to answer. It was a slow morning.

I wasnt really interested in eating lunch. I would snack a little bit I just wasn't feeling it. My stomach pain would lessen but I just didn't feel great.

I decided to go for a walk and go see how the tadpoles were doing. I stopped at the car and grabbed my fanny pack hammock. It's not like I was in a rush or busy.

I walked down to the Glen and found two very excellent hammock trees. Set up my stuff and laid there for a long while. I threw my fleece over it so the sun wouldn't be in my face. It was really warm and beautiful. I would just hang out and enjoy the beautiful day and tried not to feel so anxious about how bored I have been at work.

I am really glad we are getting back into field trips because I am feeling like I have in the past when I want to leave jobs and do something else and I don't really actually want to leave camp, I just want to have direction. Next week we have a field trip I think but I also hope to do organizing in the art building and just get more tasks from Heather and Alexi and stop feeling so overwhelmingly bored.

Eventually I would check out the pond. And the tadpoles are growing! They all seem to be lines and rectangles now. Not moving in there but still fun to see the changes. I did see a few large tadpoles too and that was really cool. I did some more searching around in nature. But eventually I packed my hammock back up and went to the office.

I took a different way and saw some cars going to the barn. Sarah and Chloe were also up there too. I was alone in the office for a bit. I had a phone call with Parker about tomorrow and we decided to cancel my workshop on Saturday which is fine, there wasn't any sign ups. But that's okay. I didnt actually want to run it. Ah well. The two I have tomorrow have 20 signed up so its all good. And now I will get to hang out with Callie and have brunch which I wanted to do more anyway.

Parker also wanted to have a conversation with me about teaching a monthly "adult home ecc" class. I am very excited about this idea. And so I would spend some time researching different things I could reasonably do. And I think I have some good ideas.

I would walk towards the lodge again. Chatted with Joe at the nature lodge. Was disappointed that I could have done some painting with him!! I had been so bored. I hope he lets me know next time.

While I was over there I saw Sasha and Chloe over at homestead so I went to chat with them and ended up helping them problem solve a new little enclosure for the chickens. We would use a kiddie pool and some chicken wire with some zipties and made something I think will work out good. We all were helping. But Chloe did the majority of the labor. It was still fun. And we cuddled the chickens for a little bit.

While Chloe was assembling I went to check on the reptiles. I sprayed Sadie the snakes tank because Ceila said it should be more humid. And then I pet Nelly the terrapin and she was very peely and seemed happy to be scritched. She's so cute. I love turtles.

I really want to get a tortoise. That is my next big goal, setting up a tortoise enclosure. Once we have a fence and we are working on the backyard that is something I really want to do. I want just the best enclosure for a tortoise. Someday.

I was enjoying hanging out with Chloe and Sarah but I was also very very bored and a bit to hot. I made it almost to the end of the day. But it was time for me to bounce. I said goodbye to them and went to the office to collect my stuff and headed out.

I drove to the pet store to look for a new fish. And I really like the fish I got. He's really cute. Not a regular betta but one with shower fins. A king half moon. He's much larger then Ari was. And he has a little mustache!! I named him Gomez.

I would also get some more (certified snail free) plants. And was very excited to get my new fishie home.

There was some annoying traffic but it was fine. I was more concerned about the water in Gomez's cup was splashing around. But I found a spot to put him that seemed more secure. And got home around 430.

I washed the plants first and got everything set up in the tank before I introduced Gomez to the water. And once I did I realized that the water was moving to fast for him so I used a ziptie to attach the fake log to the filter so it can slow the water flow and rhag seemed to help. And hopefully the plants grow well and my new fishie can be happy and comfy.

I would walk to CVS after that. First time walked over there since we have moved in. When I got outside I got to meet another neighbor! She was very nice. And I had a nice walk. Even if someone dropped a cigarette from an apartment and almost hit me with it! But I don't think it was on purpose. Still waiting annoying.

The CVS was mostly behind plastic which I hate but whatever. I found what I came for. Paid. And went home.

James came home pretty soon after I did. I was really happy to see them.

We would mostly just chill. James would go record something for their podcast but then would jump into cooking.

I would spend that time going some shells to a moveable type box I have. I saw someone with this on Pinterest and I was like. I can do that. And I don't know where I'm going to hang it yet but I love how it looks. It was a fun little project.

When James came back downstairs they made some fried tofu and it came out good but a little to spicy. I would spend the evening on the couch. I was tired. And just wanted to be cozy. And that is what I did.

We would watch videos together and just hang out. My dad called and told me about his and his new friends chanting for coffee which is so silly. He really becomes the mayor of every room he ends up in. Love him very much.

Eventually I took a bath and washed my hair. We hung out together while I took a bath and James kept filling kettles so the water wouldn't be as cold. I appreciate them so much.

Now I am very much ready for sleep. Tomorrow I am doing my diorama workshops with kids and I'm nervous but also really excited. I really hope they enjoy it.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. Take care of yourself and eachother! Goodnight!

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rainintheevening · 11 months ago

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You know the worst part about my current situation, with being completely broke, and trying to find a job, is how apathetic I feel about actually finding a job. I know in my head I need to find a job or I will probably lose my phone and my auto insurance. But it doesn't kick me in the pants. I don't feel the fear of running out of money inside where I might actually get up and get to work finding a job. Yes, I have a resume, though it's very thin, since I had the same job for almost 11 years, and don't have even a grade 12 diploma. Yet.

I just don't know how to do any of this. I always got jobs before because of neighbours or friends who passed on recommendations. Now I'm staring down the barrel of a gun I don't know what to do with: job applications. What will they say if I walk into a place and hand my resume in in person? Will they refuse it? Will they like that? I'd much rather do it that way.

I just... don't have any real interest in any kind of job, I just need something that will keep my bills being paid and have a little cash to go to Timmies every now and then. Buy my friends things. Save up for another trip to the States. But just working for money isn't enough motivation, apparently. It has to hurry up and become enough, though.

And I confess, I haven't exactly prayed about this. I know I should. Maybe I'm just scared, and sitting still is less scary than putting myself out there, and asking people to hire me. I am scared. I had one job, a farm job, for 11 years. And I needed to leave it, I was definitely done there. But I was good at it. And I don’t have a lot of modern skills, I'm a farm hand, for crying out loud. I know how to work hard, and take care of animals, that's pretty much it. I'm scared of getting turned down, I guess. Scared of constantly being found wanting.

I don't know what to do. Scratch, that, I know what I need to do. I'm just scared to do it. And so I'm not doing anything. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, Wayne Gretzky said.

Guess I have to wake up tomorrow and do something. God, help me. Please.

#personal #don't really know why i'm putting this out here #just thinking out loud #i really am anakin aren't i #i guess this is where i have to decide if i'll be brave enough to do the right thing

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joe9cool · 2 years ago

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Collide-Justin Herbert-22

A/N: This is fiction, I do not know the LA Chargers or anyone associated with them.

Sunday night football was something else.

AnnSophie and Sara were once again at Joe and Alisha's house. It was them and a few other castmates. The food spread was ridiculous. The drinks were pouring and it was only pregame.

This was a big game for the Chargers. She had been on twitter and saw Emmaunel Acho call Justin a 'social media quarterback' followed up by a dumb song.

She was a hothead, she didn't like people she loved getting critiqued plus he was taking it too far in her opinion.

The first period was frustrating. But the good news was the Chargers defense was holding up really well. Joe echoed Sara's thoughts. "Our defense is actually good, and now our offense can't get shit done. Fucking Lombardi." Joe muttered before taking a shot.

One thing she learned quickly was that no real Chargers fan liked the Offensive Coordinator. Even Justin expressed severe frustration at moments. Well he never spoke about it openly to her, but she knew. The second period things started happening as Justin threw a touchdown pass to Mike. The whole room erupted in cheers! "Fuck you Emmanuel!" Sara hollered as everyone laughed. Okay, maybe she was feeling the Truly's she was drinking. She went over to the snack table and began to fill her plate up. She saw AnnSophie in the corner on her phone.

"Who are you speaking to?" Startled, her friend almost dropped her phone. "What do you mean?"

Erika joined the girls and spoke. "You've been glued to your phone the entire night. I'm surprised you're even here. You don't care about football." Sara didn't tell Erika about AnnSophie's past with Joey. It wasn't her story to tell. She went back to the question at hand. "So who is it?"

AnnSophie shrugged as she slipped her phone into the pocket of her jeans. "It's my agent, I have to be up early Tuesday to shoot the Ralph Lauren campaign. It was suspicious, her friend was smiling and giggling the entire time. Sara decided to just drop it. "It sucks that you're leaving tomorrow. I know it's selfish of me, but stay an extra week"

AnnSophie laughed. "I wish, but my mom and step-dad are bringing Lexi up to NY Tuesday. I'm going to try to get in contact with George about taking her another time."

This time their other castmate Samira stepped in. "Jesus, I'm sorry he's a damn deadbeat. He was the one all excited about having her, then he cheats on you and doesn't want to be a dad because you broke up with him."

AnnSophie shook her head. "It is what it is. I've decided that if he doesn't shape up by the end of 2023 I want to pursue full custody. I have saved all of the texts and proof that he is an absent father, and that Lexi would be better off without him. I mean all he did was throw her a birthday party and didn't even spend time with her?"

Sara sighed. She felt so bad for her goddaughter. She deserved a dad who would put her first.

Erika cut in. "Well we will see you soon! You will be coming back in April for filming of the show. Everyone will be reunited, speaking of coming back. Sara, Justin knows you're leaving on January 5th? That's less than a month away."

She was stunned, that was out of left field. "I mean obviously we discussed it. We are doing long distance. I won't be gone the whole three months. I will be back at the end of January for the Fenty show. That's what? A week? We could spend time together."

Erika shook her head. "Yes but the Fenty fashion show has press. There's a pre show dinner you must attend. Plus Justin won't be in the playoffs. He probably will be in Oregon, or on a boys trip. I don't see how you can make it work

Maybe it was alcohol, or that her best friend decided to be out of pocket all of the sudden. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

Erika took a sip of her drink. "I'm just saying, you've only been together for what? Six months? And I know you've been working on your issues, but I'm just saying. I don't think it's gonna help that you're far away."

"Well we've matured alot, and now it's none of your business." Sara was clenching her plate, to the point where everything almost spilled over. Erika rebutted. "Well it is our business. We don't want to see you all heartbroken like Harry."

"Who the fuck do yo-"

"TOUCHDOWN!" The guys yelled. Samira grabbed Sara. "Okay guys let's get back to the game!" She didn't realize how much time had passed. They were at the end of the second quarter and Ekeler had managed to get the Chargers in a comfortable lead.

She saw Erika out the corner of her eye sulking in a corner. What the fuck was that about? It was supposed to be a good night and here she was trying to start a fight. Now granted, Sara and Erika had many fights over their twelve years of friendship. But it was always resolved quickly. What was all of the sudden so pressing? Especially when she thought about that incident in New York in front of her fans.

During the end of halftime, Sara approached. "Hey" She stopped when Erika stood up straight. "I don't want to fight, and I apologize for the aggressive tone. But I just want to talk." Erika relaxed. "I'm sorry Sara, I was just upset." Sara was confused. "What is it about me and Justin?" Erika rolled her eyes. "It's not always about you and Justin okay? I'm going through personal issues with my family. But I always listen to your problems."

Sara was stunned. "Erika, I'm sorry that I made you feel that way. We just tell each other everything and that's how it's always been. You know you can just vent to me whenever you feel like it. Just call me up and say you need to talk about your family."

It was what bonded them together freshman year of high school. Erika's family wasn't wealthy, and her dad was too prideful to ask for money, even though the Wozniak's would offer to help them he would always refuse. Sara would always have Erika at her house for dinner, and make sure to give tons of leftovers for her parents and brother. "Erika, is it money or something they need?"

Her friend shook her head. "No, you pay me more than enough to send them some money. It's just my parents are always fighting, when I came home for Thanksgiving things just got worse. I think they might be heading for a divorce."

Sara hugged her friend. "Erika, I'm so sorry. Please don't feel like you can't tell me anything. I've been selfish, so wrapped up in Justin I haven't been talking to much outside of work."

Erika smiled. "I could have just sat you down and told you." Sara nodded. "Well AnnSophie leaves tomorrow. Why don't we have a day Tuesday where we just hang out? No work, no boys, nothing."

Erika smiled and looked at the television behind them. "You're gonna be exhausted after celebrating this win." Sure enough. The guys were hollering as the Chargers made a good field goal. Sara smiled. "I'll make sure to be energized for tomorrow."

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"Alright guys tomorrow is Victory Monday! So enjoy it off! You guys earned it!" The group cheered as everyone began to get ready to go home. Justin was finished with media commitments and needed a nice long shower. He did a quick scrub off but wanted a real long bubble bath with a certain brunette that was waiting for him.

He grabbed all of his things and began to head out of the tunnel to the players lot. Justin walked by some media as he passed. He saw Taylor standing in the corner and began a light jog. His name was called as he kept running.

Quickly he got to the parking lot into his car. Taking a deep breath, he opened his texts.

Proud of you baby cakes.

He smiled and rolled his eyes. Sara was teasing him a few days ago about pet names.

I'll pick up some food, you better be waiting naked for me.

He groaned when he got the text

I'm at Joe's house with the girls. Come pick me up. I rode with Erika

He had punched in the address Sara gave him into his navigation system and began driving.

Justin pulled up to the restaurant first and got their dishes. He got his favorite pasta and a salad and chicken Alfredo with their favorite canoli's. Maybe they can workout tomorrow.

He pulled up outside Joe's house expecting Sara to be waiting for him, however the front door opened and Joe came running out. "Get your fucking ass inside." Justin laughed. "Where's Sara?"

"Inside, I told her to stay there. You thought you could just pick her up and leave? No sir! Not after that performance!"Joe opened the driver's side and pulled Justin out of the car. He let himself be dragged by the shorter, inebriated man into the house. Once he entered, the group of five cheered loudly. He blushed, while Sara laughed and went up to him. Expecting a simple hug from him she squealed as he picked her up and swung her around the room. Planting a big kiss on her. The room hooped and hollered at the couple. Justin tasted the alcohol on her lips and knew she had a few herself.

Once they pulled away Sara smiled. "That was so fucking sexy of you to throw for almost 400yards in front of bitch ass Emmaunel Acho." He threw his head back and laughed loudly, not expecting his girlfriend to be so opinionated.

Before they knew it, Justin had a shot glass in his hand, filled with a clear fluid that would be tequila. Joe shouted "To our social media quarterback taking off to the playoffs!" They all put their glasses in the air and cheered and took their shots. Justin made a face as the liquid burned his throat. Still holding Sara, she whispered into his ear. "So fucking sexy. You know I've always found you hot in uniform."

He growled low so know one would hear him. He spoke Into her lips. "Hmm I'm off tomorrow." He felt a pair of eyes on them, but didn't pay too much attention. Sara turned around and addressed the group "Okay guys we are taking off"

"NOO! He just got here! We need to celebrate!" Joe started to pour another shot but Alisha stopped him. "You have had enough celebrating. You have a meeting with your agent tomorrow and you're going to have a massive headache." He protested as Alisha dragged him into the bedroom. It was a sign that the party ended, they all thanked the couple for hosting and to do this next week if they didn't go to the game.

Before Sara got into Justin's car she yelled at AnnSophie. "Your flight is in the afternoon. I can take you." Her friend shook her head. "No need actually."

"Oh is Erika taking you?" She looked over at the other girl who was just as confused as Sara. AnnSophie smiled. "I have a driver coming. Enjoy your night and day. I will see you for the Fenty Show!" Sara ran over and hugged her friend. "Call me when you get back to New York, and Lexi's Christmas gifts will be in the mail." She hugged Erika "Don't forget Tuesday."

"Don't worry, I'll have a wheelchair rented and ready. " They both looked back at Justin, who was fidgeting with impatience. Sara laughed and hugged Erika, before going back to Justin’s silver porsche. Justin opened the door for her and helped her in as she was still feeling the drinks. “I have the food so you can sober up.” She reached over the middle to kiss his cheek, Justin smiled. “Baby please sit in your seat.”

“I really want to give you road head so bad.” Her hand went towards his crotch but he grabbed her hand with his larger one and placed a kiss to the back of it. “Not right now, as soon as we get home you can get on your knees.” She felt the wetness in between her legs.

Maybe she was drunk,or super horny, but it seemed like Justin pulled into his driveway faster than he normally would. He got out and grabbed the bags before helping Sara out and heading into his house. Nova hopped off the table (which she wasn’t supposed to be on) and walked up to them. Well Sara because she got on her knees and gathered the cat in her arms “Oh my baby! I missed you!” She kissed her soft fur. Justin rolled his eyes. “Hi Nova, I’m here too." He muttered sarcastically. He could have sworn that the cat glared at him as she was soaking up attention from her favorite human.

Once Nova was satisfied and walked away Justin dragged her over to the kitchen table to eat. They discussed the game, and she went over what happened at the party. Justin smiled as she quoted Joe's antics during key moments and his comments.

"I feel bad ya know? Joe is a good guy. It's just he's very-"

Sara cut him off "boisterous? Obnoxious? Life of the party?" They shared a laugh. "Trust me I know. I've spent 12 hour days with him for four years."

"I'm glad Mike RSVPed for me." He smiled and Sara’s heart skipped a beat. "I'm glad I approached you, cause I know your ass wouldn't have." He laughed. "How long are you going to give me shit for not approaching you?"

"For the rest of my life." Justin liked the sound of that. He liked it a lot. "I'm sure I'll get shit from Mitch too."

Sara was quiet. Justin starred. "What's wrong?"

"My mother texted me. She wants me to come down for Christmas. To Pittsburgh."

Justin's face hardened. "I don't think you should go." He said in an angry voice. Sara was shocked. His tone changed. "I don't want to see you get hurt. After your Aunt and dad said to you."

"My mom says that Aunt Willa is going to the Hamptons with her husband's family. As well as my dad, he will probably be working in his study working on the Market for the new year."

"My family is coming down, including Mitch and his girlfriend. I would like you to meet them, also you're leaving soon after, and I would like to spend as much time as possible." He looked down at his plate. "If you want to go, that's fine, I don't want to stop you. It's just I don't want to see you get hurt."

Tears gathered in her eyes and she got up to sit on his lap. "Baby, I'm not going. I know it upset my mom and sisters, but they understand. I would love to meet Mitch and his girlfriend. Oh my god that reminds me."

She jumped up and out of the extra drawer in the kitchen she grabbed pen and paper. "I got to order gifts and everything. You must tell me what your parents want. Also what about your brothers?" She was scribbling away.

"Also food? Ooh I could bake or make a turkey." Justin got up and kissed her mid ramble about food allergies. "Stop. It will be fine. We don't really exchange gifts, maybe some small trinkets. As for food, My mom is ordering from the place down the road we like. If you want to make something for dessert that's fine." He smiled. "It's a no stress Christmas. That's how we always did it."

She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. "God we are total opposites. Christmas was fun, but everything was a big show you know?"

Justin cleared his throat. "Not to be nosey, but how much money do your parents have?"

She forgot he never looked stuff up about her. "Well I've always disclosed that my parents were wealthy. And that even though my parents were not supportive of me pursuing the arts and acting, I still had a security net if things failed. If I had told my dad I was quitting acting and going to business school he would have paid for everything in full."

She pulled away from Justin and pushed herself up on the counter. "My dad has investments in a few properties and my mom, though she didn't have as much money she got inheritances from family in the past. My parents are comfortable. I don't know how much exactly, but if I had to guess with all of the properties and stuff probably around five million."

His eyes widened. Yeah his parents took vacations and they were able to put them through sports and stuff, he and his brothers were responsible for their colleges and cars. Even then, Mitch refused to let Justin help him with student loans due to medical school. That was just who they were. They didn't want handouts, they wanted to earn everything. Call it a pride thing, but to the Herbert's, there was no better feeling than having that proclamation that you did it all yourself.

Justin tried to think of something to say without being rude. "I'm assuming your sisters have the same personality as you. How did you guys stay so humble? I've met people who are in sports who are so entitled."

Sara shook her head. "My parents always made us earn extra things. We got our basic necessities and then some. But when we got to sixteen we had to get jobs. Yes, we got our own cars once we got our license. But we had to help with insurance, and pay for our own gas. Still we realized that some of our classmates had to get jobs to help families with bills and it was so we could have money for clothes, makeup, and concerts." She laughed.

He shook his head. "I'm sure you guys were constantly fighting over clothes."

"Well the others were. I couldn't," She looked down. "I have hips, and a stomach. Katie told me I took all the tits." He laughed while he squeezed her breasts. "Thank God for that." They kissed and it deepened. She moaned as he put his hand underneath her shirt to feel her breasts. He broke the kiss and she whined, wanting more. "Go to the bedroom, I'll clean all of this up." Referring to the "mess" on the kitchen counter. She rolled her eyes. Justin was such a neat freak that he couldn't just take her right there right now.

As she was going to the bedroom she yawned, the excitement of the day getting to her, along with all the drinks. She washed her makeup off, did her skincare, got naked (he was probably going to rip off her undergarments anyways) and she laid on the bed. Her eyes began to droop instantly and she forced herself to sit up to try to fight it off. When Justin entered the room he noticed immediately how tired she was.

He got undressed, and then slid under the covers. "Baby I thought we were going to-"

Justin kissed her. "Let's get some sleep first." She hummed and got underneath the covers. She cuddled up to Justin and felt something heavy on her back. She laughed when she heard his voice. "Jeez Nova." She smiled up at him. "She's fine. It feels good on my back." It didn't take long for all of them to fall asleep.

Sara woke up to the sound of running. There was ruckus in the next room. She sat up and looked over. Justin was on his back, sound asleep. She reached over and put on her glasses, her eyes still needing to adjust to the pitch black room.

Not too long after she discovered the noise. Nova scurried in and out, looking like a brown fluff ball zooming past her. She ran back in and jumped on the bed before jumping off and running out of the room. She silently giggled before getting out of bed gently so as not to disturb her partner and went to the kitchen. Nova was now running on the couch. Sara smiled at the sight.

"Nova," she whispered. The Bengal glanced at her. "You need to not wake daddy up." She got herself a glass of water and went to sit next to the hyper cat. She looked around and noticed Nova didn't have a cat tree to climb. Well now she knew what to get the feline for Christmas.

Sara opened her laptop on the coffee table and went to Amazon. She didn't have to search long before she found a big cat tree with many shelves and hiding spots. Typing in Justin's address she clicked order, along with a few toys for her.

She checked the status of other orders and saw the delivery date of gifts to her friend and sister's houses. Sara browsed for something for Mark, Holly, Patrick, and Mitch. She was at a loss.

Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the Tumblr tab opened to the blog she looked up when she first did her research on him. Despite saying she was past that there was a curiosity growing inside of her to look at the blog and see if anything was said about a potential relationship between her and Justin. As she went to click on the blog, Nova jumped on her lap and mowed. Forgetting the task she cuddled the cat. "Aww baby you tired yourself out with your zoomies"

"I forgot she even did that." Sara jumped and turned around to see Justin smiling in the doorway of his room. She laughed. "Why do you always scare me like that? How long have you been up?" He shook his head and took a seat on the couch next to her. Quickly she slammed the laptop closed. He raised an eyebrow at her. "What's the matter?"

She put the computer down. "I was ordering Christmas gifts and I don't want you to see." He smiled and grabbed her to lay her down with him on top of her. Her running her hands through his hair. "I need to cut it." He muttered

As much as she loved long hair she agreed. "Yeah you do." He smiled up at her. "Will you shave it off for me?"

She rolled her eyes. "Absolutely not. Do not get that cadet cut everyone again."

He laughed. "Can I get it short though?"

She thought about it. "Fine, I'll get used to it I guess." He laid his head back down. "I'll miss you so much." He muttered and Sara's heart broke. They only had less than three weeks left. As much as she tried to push it in the back of her mind she did dwell on it. She kissed the top of his head. "I'll facetime you everyday. You will be sick of me. Also I've been thinking." It was something she always wanted to do but being in the public eye with any relationship was a big risk. One wrong move and it could end up ruining both of their lives. But she trusted Justin, and wanted to do this with no one but him.

"We could make a sex tape." He stilled for a minute, and Sara wondered if she should eat her words until he sat up to look at her. "You mean film us having sex?" She nodded. "I think that's the definition of a sex tape. I mean, it would be something for us to enjoy while we are away from each other."

He looked down and she stammered. "I mean we sorta already crossed the line when we had phone sex and sent nudes."

He had forgotten about that. He deleted the picture of Sara's breasts from his phone and made sure to go to his icloud when he came down from post nut clarity. No one should see his love the way he sees her.

"I mean it would be hot, but filming on what?" He didn't want to use their phones.

She smiled.. "an old fashioned cam recorder. We make a cd and keep it in a lockbox." His eyes widened. "Wow, you're prepared" He didn't mean it negatively but he saw her face drop and quickly backtracked. "I just meant that you've been thinking about this." Her face relaxed and she laughed. "Well I'm going to be honest, you're the only one I trust making one with."

His heart soared at those words. They spent the rest of the early morning with pros and cons of making tape. They fell asleep with them still being on the fence.

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"So how was spending the off day with Justin?" Erika asked as they waited to be called for their facials. As promised, Sara took her friend and assistant out to a nice breakfast and a workout class before getting a mini spa day. "I'm surprised you can walk." Erika laughed, and she joined in. "I mean we did it early in the day. Then some of his friends came over for a small BBQ."

"Look at you being so domestic. Can you believe how much has changed since the pandemic?" It was true, before the pandemic her, Erika, and AnnSophie were constantly out clubbing in LA. When they were in NYC they were joined by Bella and Samira and they would be photographed at the hottest nightclubs. Once Harry and Sara were linked they were out at all the New York and London Hotspots. "Hey not to bring this up." Erika interrupted Sara's thinking. "But I saw Harry was back in Los Angeles."

Her friend was confused. "Didn't he just finish touring for two years? Why isn't he in London?" Erika shrugged. "Beats me. Maybe he is working on something."

Sara tried not to think of Harry and Olivia splitting. She didn't want him back by any means. She was happy, she had Justin. But Harry had contacted her before the breakup, would he come on stronger? And if so, what did he actually want? He was a persistent man. When he wanted something, he had to have it.

Her train of thought broke when they were called and their skin was prepped. They chose a gold caviar facial. To be honest Sara would always see this stuff being done on the Kardashians and would laugh, but it piqued her interest. She also was scheduled for laser hair removal as well. They didn't talk much as the facials and treatments were getting done. Once they were out their skin was glowing and they felt rejuvenated.

They had lunch at a local hot spot while others looked on and photographers snapped away. It was a nice day, and Sara decided to spend the evening with her as well. She gave Justin a heads up since he was going to be at the practice facility. He replied back with 'k' and she knew he wasn't happy but understood she wanted to spend time with her friends.

In the evenings she and Erika made goofy tiktoks and drank while watching shitty reality television while they gossiped. It was a good night.

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SoFi was party central. It was the company’s annual Christmas party, where all of the influences were socializing and taking advantage of the press and blogs. Kristen rolled her eyes at all of them. Granted, she did have a large following considering she was a college athlete. But these people were just treating every single corner like a photoshoot. Even at the damn snack table, she couldn't even reach her hand to grab a cracker because everyone had their phones to record an Instagram video.

Ignoring the glares, she poured a glass of the spiked punch and filled her plate up before she walked away.

And almost into another body.

Kristen's drink spilled a little on her wrist. "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" A soft male voice took a napkin and started dabbing. She smiled. "It's fine, it's only the wrist."

"No seriously, let me get you another drink. Before she could protest she saw him walk over to the table and interrupt all the others still taking video and pictures to fill another glass. He came back over and handed it to her. "It's the least I can do."

Kristen smiled and took it. "Thanks." After a few awkward minutes she decided to start up the conversation. "So you work for the company or?"

"Oh no! I'm a photographer with OK! Magazine.I do all of the events that celebrities and influences go to, and as you can see there is no shortage here." He gestured to the table he just came from. She laughed. "What about you?"

"I do the marketing here at SoFi." He nodded. "How do you like it?"

"I love it! I just moved to Los Angeles from Colorado so it's a culture change."

The man smiled. "Oh I bet, growing up in cold weather to sunny LA? That's a change."

"Oh I'm not from Colorado. I was born and raised in Eugene Oregon. I played sports at the University of Oregon."

The man's interest seemed to grow. "Really? Oh I've been searching Oregon for some project and I've decided to take my boyfriend there on vacation. Is Eugene a good place?"

Kristen was excited, finally someone in this town was interested to know about her home state. "Well to be honest, Eugene isn't a place for tourists unless you want to spend time at the University. I would say more on the outskirts of Portland is your area."

They spoke more about the area, not realizing how much time had passed until David approached. "Hey babe, I'm sorry, I was exploring the arena. You know they let us go on the field!" He wrapped his arm around her. "Actually your boss is looking for you to get everything ready for the charity event."

"Oh Jeez! I forgot about that." She looked at the guy she had been talking to. "It was nice talking to you and thank you for the drink!" She went to leave but then remembered something "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I don't think we got each other's names." She stuck her hand out. "I'm Kristen"

The man smiled and shook it.

"I'm Jack Lange."

A.N. Hey I said I’d get them through the Holiday’s. You all remember Jack?

#Justin Herbert #alexa writes collide #sara and justin canon #nfl imagine #nfl #los angeles chargers

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mysticalwolf · 1 year ago

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Gab Busy Day

(This is just a little story of my oc if she was in a storybook from WH, this is just for fun.)

Poppy: Gab’s dear thank you again for fixing my oven, I hope this isn't too much trouble.

Gab hums while finishing fixing the oven.

Gab: It’s no problem, Poppy, it’s my job to keep the neighbor together in one piece after all (finished fixing and put it back in its place) there we go, good as new.

Poppy: Oh thank heavens, with my oven fixes I’ll be able to go back to baking. I’ll even bake you your favorite cookies tomorrow as a thank you gift.

Gab gathered her things and laughs a little.

Gab: Oh Poppy you don’t have to do that, I’m just happy to help.

They said their goodbyes and Gab left, as she walks down the sidewalk. She heard running in the distance, which was heading straight for her. She quickly got out of the way and the person tripped, she looked down to see Eddie.

Eddie: Oof, oh sorry about that Gab, I should watch where I’m going.

Gab laughed a little and help Eddie up.

Gab: What got you in such a hurry today Eddie?

Eddie: Kinda behind on the deliveries today, Barnaby chased me and got me all distracted [noticed a rip in his bag] oh no my bag…

Gab: [notices and open her tool bag, digging out a sewing needle and string] I’ll patch it up for you.

Eddie: [smiles and laughs a little] Sorry about this, Gab…

Gab: [smiles] No problem, it’s my job after all [grabs the bag and quickly fixes it] Here you go, good as new!

Eddie: Thanks Gab, oh I need to head out, I’ll see you later, have a good rest of your day! [leaves quickly]

Gab waves goodbye and continues her walk, she then goes by Frank's house and sees both Julie and Frank.

Julie: [Sees Gab and smiles big] Oh hi Gab-Gab!

Frank: [Staying focused on his garden] Oh hello Gabs…

Gab: Hey y'all [noticed the broken garden gate and fence, she is shocked] What happen to the gate and fence?!

Frank: [grumbles] Julie thought it is a wonderful idea for a game with the butterflies in my garden…

Gab: And… this game causes the fence and gate to brake?

Julie: Yup!

Gab: [examine the gate] I can fix the gate, I just need to gather the materials I need. Well lucky for you I did order extra material from Howdy, I’ll go by his store real quick and come back to fix your gate.

Frank: [sighs in relief] Thank you Gab, you’re a lifesaver.

Gab quickly leaves for Howdy’s, but then someone called her out in the distance.

Sally: Oh Gabrielle!

Gab: [quickly stops and looks at Sally] Oh hey Sally, sorry I can’t chat right now I have head to Howdy and-

Sally: But I need your help! My stage lights are not working and I need to practice for my performance tomorrow!

Gab: [Sighs] We’ll it must be something with you breaker… ok I’ll help you real quick.

Sally: [Smiles big] Stupendous thank you again!

Gab quickly fixes Sally's lights and then heads straight to Howdy.

Howdy: Haya Gab what brings you here today?

Gab: Hey Howdy, I was wondering if you got any of the materials I ordered?

Howdy: [Smiled] Yup and just in time too, I’ll go get them.

He heads to the back and returned with all of Gab’s materials, he placed them on the counter.

Howdy: Say Gab, before you head out, I was wondering if you can help me for a sec.

Gab:… Um ok, what’s the problem?

Howdy: It’s my radio, the darn thing doesn’t want to work!

Gab: [with a tried looked and not wanting to hurt Howdy's feelings, she gave in] Fine I'll check it out.

Gab fixes Howdy's radio, which took a few minutes. After that was done, she head back to Frank and fixed his gate and fence, which took almost all day. After Gab was done, she was going to head to her favorite tree to relax. But before heading to her favorite spot, Barnaby showed up.

Barnaby: Hey Gab what’s got your circuits messed up today?

Gab: [sighed] I’m just really tired Barns… do… Do you need something fixed?

Barnaby: [laughs] Nah I’m good, I was wondering why you looked so tired, well I’ll leave you be, I don’t want to push any of your buttons.

After their short conversation, Gab heads to her favorite tree and is exhausted. She plopped down and lean back onto the tree, she looks around nature and takes a deep breath and smiled.

Gab: Finally a bre-

Wally: Hi Gab.

Gab jumped a little and looked up to see Wally, nervous about if he was going to ask her to do something.

Gab: O-oh hey Wally… what brings you here?

Wally smiled.

Wally: I was going to ask you something, but you kept leaving quickly. So I thought you be here.

Gab: So… what is it you were going to ask?

Wally: Oh, I was wondering if we could hang out together.

Gab: [weak smiled] Oh of course Wally, how about we just hang here and take in nature?

Wally: [nods and sits down next to her] That be the most.

Gab: [exhausted laugh] It sure is Wally.

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home oc #welcome home story

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shy-the-schizophrenic · 1 year ago

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Holy shit. I didn't realize I was losing it. I knew psychosis was on its way I didn't know it was here. I'm obsessing, paranoid, delusional. I'm stuck in this mindset that everything that's going to go wrong will. That anything I can think of him doing, he's doing. No evidence, just pure "intuition". I see one thing and suddenly it means something else. I'm taking pieces and going off that without seeing the bigger picture. He's right. I haven't been being nice. I am until I perceive danger. Something is going wrong. He's deceiving me. I don't even know if it's true. Reality and "my reality" are overlapping. I don't know what's real and what's not. I didn't realize I've been non stop punishing him. Going after him for every little thing. He must be realizing this isn't worth it. I'm literally acting like a crazy person. I can't even imagine how he must feel. Maybe it's time for a trip to the psych ward... Kade I'm so sorry. I keep telling you to do better when I need to do better too. We're both wrong and I've only said you're wrong. I've been acting like an asshole and wondering why you're pulling away. Which makes me act even crazier. You're right. I've lost my mind. This breakup has made me lose my sanity and I didn't even know it. I gotta fix this. Right now I'm no good for you either. And that kills me to say that. I deal with things in a very different way. An erratic way and I know you're the calm type. You deal with things rationally. You think and lead with logic and I lead with emotion and irrationality. My world has been turned uprated upside down and am now in what I call "my spiral". And that's what I'm doing spiraling. I've lost it. I've never taken a break before. Besides with Frankie. So no ex boyfriend has seen this part of me trying to cope with the loss of them. They never see how far I fall and how I'm no longer really right in the head. They get to leave, move on. I'm stuck doing this. My process. The fucked up process. I'm sorry you're seeing it. I know I need to let you go. I don't want to. It's going to kill me and I won't recover for a long time. But you deserve better than me. This mindset isn't going away. This psychosis isn't going away. Not anytime soon. And I know it's hard to be around me during this time. So I don't want you to have to endure my insanity. I can't even do it. I love you. And I think loving you is letting you go so you can be happy. You deserve happiness and peace and calm. Not someone who isn't even in her right mind. I don't want to lose you but I've already lost you. I push people past their limits. I perceive deception when there isn't any once trust is broken. This part of me is the part that I can't fix. So I'll see you tomorrow for my things and then I'll let you go. I love you and I'm forever sorry for everything I've done to you when I was supposed to be a good girlfriend. I really tried. I just didnt have the tools in my toolbox.

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depressionisreal1996 · 10 months ago

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I'm Being Hunted

Chapter 2: The Forest and Its Folklore

I got up in the morning, and decided to cook some breakfast before I have to leave. This is my way of apologizing to Maddie about my exploration. I didn’t want to leave her all upset. I decided on bacon, eggs, and toast. Something that is nice and simple, and the way she likes it. After I got the food done, I went to wake her up. When she saw me, she was shocked, as I would usually be gone by now. I don’t like being stuck behind traffic, so I would usually go very early, but I didn’t want to leave her just yet. I felt like I’ve upset her last night and wanted to make up first then go. We finally finished eating, and I got dressed. I triple made sure everything was packed, before going to bed, so I can just get on the road.

I was finally on the road. I love road trips, as they can be relaxing. Whenever I go on one, I feel so free from responsibilities. I guess this is why, I feel recharged already.

*****

Its been a 47 minutes, and I decided to stop at Newport, Tennessee to gas up and refill my drinks and snacks. This also gives me a chance to stretch my legs. After a couple minutes, I was back on the road, planning to stop in Ashville, North Carolina.

*****

I’ve traveled 1 hour and 18 minutes, since my last stop in Newport, Tennessee. I’ve finally arrived in Ashville and it’s such a beautiful city. I also had to go to the bathroom, so I stopped at a rest area. I also wanted to talk to some people, and ask them about the creature that would be in the forest. I walked up to someone who seems to be some sort of ranger.

“Hey, I just came from Knoxville, Tennessee and I wanted to go camping in Pisgah National Forest, but I also wanted to know about the creature that is said to be in there,” I ask him. He looked at me and nodded his head.

“Of course, well we call it the HideBehind. It likes to hide behind trees and stalk humans. So, please be careful,” he told me. I was a little disheartened at the lack of more information about the creature, but I know they don’t really exist. So, I just got back into my car, and drove off. My next stop would be Old Fort, North Carolina, and it would be my last stop before I get to the forest.

*****

After 28 minutes I made it to Old Fort, and I stopped for a quick late lunch. My legs are hurting for being in the car for so long, but I’m almost to my destination. Judging my calculations, I should be at my destination in about twenty minutes from it.

*****

After twenty minutes, I finally made to where we have to park our cars and walk the rest of the way. I walked on the trail, to find a good place to set up camp. I decided to go ahead and video tape my journey to where I find a good place. It wasn’t until twenty minutes into my hike, that I felt like I was being watched. Though, I just wrote it down as an animal showing a little bit of interest in me. Another twenty minutes, I finally found the perfect place to set up camp. I also made sure to surround my camp with mothball, for I read that it’ll keep wildlife away. I put my firearms where I’ll be able to reach. I also decided to go ahead and make a fire to eat and read before going to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a whole day of exploration, and to see if the HideBehind is real.

#crptids #original character #original story

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zettafrag · 2 years ago

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Crazy

Maybe I'm crazy

Is that what you want to hear?

Dark shadows swirling behind my eyes

Getting lost in a maelstrom of my demise

I can be confident

A moment later just a ruined monument

No control over my emotions

How do I stop all this commotion?

I'm a little ocd, a little obsessive

A little possessive, a little aggressive

I'll bring out the best one

Crippled by fear

Like headlights on a deer

Can't move

Can't breathe

Stuck wondering what's wrong with me

All I do is ruminate

Can't release, can't escape

Evading try to reshape

Maybe I'm just crazy

I should probably admit

I'll warn you to stay away, do not commit

I'll just bring you ruin, sorrow, and pain

All the while flashing a smile of joy, sunshine in the rain

Wait, was that real or just a dream?

Do I live in reality, or a fantasy?

Does my love have meaning

How do I know what's going on inside of me

If I can't even believe what I see, how can I be free?

I may be a little bit crazy

I'll walk with a brightness you've never seen

Head held high with self esteem

But just one day without my medication

And I unravel at the seams

Abyss consumes my dedication

I spin, and twirl in misery

Lay there motionless as life gets sucked out of me

Question why I feel nothing looking at a lively smile

Dont even blink at the brightness of my child

Dwell and dwell on thoughts unending

Begging to nothing for a new beginning

No motivation to take a stand

Barely able to mutter a command

I might just be, a little crazy

Don't worry, don't worry they took me away

I'm never going back, I know just what to say

"There are no voices, it's all in my head

I'll take my pills and I don't want death"

Something wrong with me

Circuits crossed, synapses lost

Hormones haywire, the darkness never tires

I just want to sleep but can't turn down the volume

I shiver, I shake, can't escape the commune

It tells me I'm not good enough

It asks me what I've done

"What task for humanity makes you a worthy one?"

I've failed at this, I've failed at that

Walked away from every dream and map

That's not for me, I can't do that

I'm too lazy, too young, too old, too woman, too fat

But wait, fuck all that

I might just be a little crazy

Wouldn't blame you for getting away from me

Cause tomorrow morning

I'm ready and roaring

To take on the world

And stomp out what's boring

Strength of the sun

Power of gravity

All I can do is run, run, run

Towards destiny

I'm meant for a mission, a purpose , a life

So much more than wailing in strife

I can feel it in my bones

Deep in the marrow

My genes unravel thrones, fortunes of tomorrow

A servitude, a leadership that brings hope

Knowledge, compassion, love, a scope

I can see a path, can walk it

Can smile, can breathe, can get a grip

Can say no, say yes, decide when and if I want to trip

Don't need to cry, don't need to frown

Shrug off the wry, hold my breath underground

Fly through the skies, sing praises on high…

Before it all comes crashing down

Like I said, may be a little crazy..

I can build a fortress in a few hours

But only if it's made of sticks and flowers

Save me, I don't need you

Please help me, I'm stronger than you knew

Need a man, need a hand

Don't hold me back, don't let them in

Wanting to be embraced

Someone to hold my hand

Feeling unleashed, go it alone

Breaching goals, able to stand, feeling at home

Up and down I go, on this coaster of catastrophe

Constantly wondering where I'm meant to be

Blowing all the lights out

Slowly one by one

Retreating from the shadows, the mire, the clout

But it will wash over me, of that I have no doubt

Quick, get the serotonin

I can't… don't want to let it in

My knees will break

My heart will shake

My will is fake

My skin will ache

My mind will never mend

I'll be consumed by hate

I'll never leave this place

Definitely, a little crazy

You should probably, stay away

Leave everyone confused

Feel misused

Question how I got this way

Which direction… brought me to this place?

Blame everything on everyone but myself

Take no responsibility, flee honor and live in hell

But that's not who I am

Not really

I can take a stand

And believe

How many more years have I lost

Trying just to get across

A life with happiness

Contentment, not feel the frost

My grave becons

I deny it's wroth

I have things to do

People to save

Families to help

Obstacles to brave

But something is wrong with me…

Pretty sure, at this point, I'm a little crazy

Even if I am, would you let me in?

Do I deserve your love, your generosity, my own destiny?

I guess we'll see

I have to do things right

Put up the biggest fight of my life

Stomp the ashes of sorrow into the ground

Plant the seeds of goodness to abound

Never lose sight of the light

But be aware that the darkness is always there

Walk strong, tread intently

Divide, conquer, come with me

The glass I walk on can break at any moment

Such a frail thing, my mentality

I'm a little, I think… crazy

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pbandjesse · 2 years ago

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Today was a mostly very good day! I slept better last night finally. It wasn't long enough but man was it better.

I woke up and felt better. The temperature was better in here and while my nose hurt I was in a lot better mood.

Me and James headed to work together. And it was a nice morning but man was it cold out. I did not wear a sweater today and that was a mistake. Stanley made sure the building was warm for me. Best guy.

I had a very full day. I was training Meril in the lights on, neighborhood, and city builders programs. So I would wait until she got in before going to set things up.

And it was a nice morning. Meril is fun and her brain moves as fast as mine so our conversations are a mile a minute. We had lights on first. So we went back to restoration to get all the materials. And I knocked over a can and made a huge commotion. But we laughed about it and we went to set up.

I ran through the program with her. And she would go back to the break room to read through the handbook. And I ate my sandwich.

Soon the school came. And they were so cute. Their uniforms were little red sweats and white sweatshirts with a dove. And they were the sweetest sweetest little babies. I would have 12 of them with me all day and honestly the teacher was the main reason it was so excellent. Because she was on it. Absolutely had a handle on them and they were so respectful but also fun and super smart! What an excellent day.

We would march around. Literally marched. Because Rosia was marching with her kids. So mine wanted to March. So we marched. And it was so silly.

Lights on makes me stressed. Because it's so hard to make it the entire hour an a half. That's such a long time. But because they were such an excellent group we actually filled the time.

We started with a circle up and we went through how you communicate and how you use light. And then it was time to make their boxes. And they did a great job. And as they finished their drawings and I attached them to the boxes they would go hang out and look at the gallery while everyone finished up.

And once we were all done we turned the lights off and I had them all chill in the last row of the theater. I was on the stage and would light up each box and have them guess what it is. And it was super silly and lots of laughs. And the boxes would look so good!! Very proud of them.

We had lots of time still so we went through the musuem looking for lights. And ended at the car. To sit and take pictures and play for a bit. And then it was lunchtime.

My slight stress started the. Because I got a weird email with some conflicting information and it just made me stressed. Like it's absolutely inconsequential. It does not matter at all. But man does it make my body think something is horribly wrong and I'm going to be in trouble. I needed to put it out of my head and get back to work.

I had two more programs with these sweet kids. We had a neighborhood tour and it was fun giving them their jobs and they did an excellent job. And then over to the classroom to do our city builders program and they loved it so much they all made a few pieces and our city was so well built! The chaperone and Meril and the teacher helped cut out the pieces and I folded and taped them and the kids were so sweet. Wanting to do a very good job.

I did my big collaborative story telling with them and we finished exactly on time and the teacher was like. Amazing time management!! Which made me feel really good.

I got lots of hugs and lots of this was the best feild trip and I dont want to leave!! And one can you in be my mom? And it was so silly. After I checked in with Jessica about leaving the classroom set up because we are using it again tomorrow, I would go and grab my bag and go to the front to give James a break.

But James did not get a real break. There was to much for them to do still. And then they had to run to a meeting.

They were obviously distressed. And I felt bad about that. I just want them to be happy and when they aren't because of work it upset me.

But things would be okay. James went to their meeting. I had a great conversation with a few guests. One couple had some questions about tariffs and the steel industry so we spent some time googling it and we seemed to figure out an answer that made some sense. And then I had a conversation with a lovely man who used to live at the coast guard cutter Taney and know all about the ships and that was really neat. Honestly everyone I talked to today was so nice.

James came back down at 3. I struggled to get the door locked and right before they came down I had to go find Stanley for help because I couldn't figure it out. But he helped me lock the door and everything was fine.

I got my stuff together and went to sit with James at the front. And once they were all put together we headed out together.

James drove us to target. So we could get a few things. They had the tiny market stalls I wanted for my table this year. And a few other things. Best of all James got me a new peep. In a beautiful aqua color. They are very soft and I love them.

Me and James would drive over to the new shake shack for dinner. I love their mushroom burger but I forgot how weak their fries are. So boring. Me and James agreed that the worst fries are the smiley face shaped ones. But our dinner and shared milkshake was really good and I was just happy to be with my husband.

When we got home I spent a little time putting things away. I got changed. And James was cleaning the bathroom floor. And then I posted up on the couch and worked on my printmaker bear who has lots of details and I love very much. Eventually I would take a bath and try to use a new gel on my hair. And now me and James are in bed. And I am tired but not in the worst way. I think it'll be easier to sleep. And tomorrow is another busy day. All the same programs! But I think it'll be good. Because today was so good.

So wish me luck. Sleep well and take care of yourself! Goodnight!

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marvel-trash-bin · 4 years ago

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Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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late nights and hotel rooms.

summary: rene and angelina were sure their idea to get aurora and paul to settle their differences would work, just not that well.

pairing: paul aron x aurora simmons.

paul and aurora character descriptions

word count: 2323

warnings: make outs/ a suggestive comment but not really

lowercase intended!

part one - previous part

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aurora did not know what to do with her life.

kissing paul was life changing, and she didn't know if it was necessarily a good change. the day after they kissed, aurora called in sick, too afraid to face paul after what they had done. she really didn't expect something to change between them, but it still hurt her a little bit when he ignored her when she went back to work.

however, she was determined to not show him her feelings. the fact that they kissed did not change anything about their dynamic. he hated her and she hated him, period.

a week later, aurora found herself entering a hotel in le castellet, ready to start the paul ricard weekend. as she turned around to find ollie, her body collided with a broad chest. a chest she had rested her hands on while having the best kiss of her life. the collision made her trip back, but he caught her in time for her not to fall, grabbing her arm to steady her.

“can’t you watch where youre going?” paul spat. “i can ask the same, dumbass” she deffended. even as they exchanged rude comments, their bodies remained close together and his hand still clinged to her arm. “im not going to fall anymore, let go.” the girl ripped her arm from his grasp, turning around and leaving him standing on his own.

they checked into their rooms, and as paul needed to go to the bathroom, angelina took the opportunity to check him into the special room she had booked for him.

paul met angelina to get his keycard before going to his room. he went into the room without looking, not minding to check for anyone since it was supposed to be his room. his attention was snatched by a loud screech, coming from none other than aurora simmons herself.

“dude! what the fuck!” she exclaimed, rapidly putting her halfway rolled up shirt back on. the guy was too stunned to speak “what are you doing in my room, you weirdo!?” that took him out of his trance “what are you doing in my room?” he retorted. “this is my room, look!” she held up her keycard, showing the same number that were printed on his. he repeated her actions. “it must be a mistake, let's go ask rene” the both went for the door. he tried to open it but failed. “its locked” he muttered “it can't be locked, move” she tried to open it too, failing as well.

they called rene and told him the situation, only for him to sigh “we locked your door, and it isn't a mistake.” he informed “what?” both teenagers exclaimed “you guys are staying in there until tomorrow. work out your problems or whatever” aurora swore she was having a nightmare, she pinched her arm and confirmed it was very much real. “you can't starve us, and there is only one bed!” he complained.

fuck, she had not thought of that. would she have to share with him? would she make him sleep on the floor? would he make her sleep on the floor? fuck, fuck and a million times fuck.

“we left more than enough food in the mini fridge, and the bed… i don't know, figure it out. goodbye” and with that, rene cut the call short “this is definitely illegal” was the first thing that came out of the girl’s mouth. “there’s probably something in our contracts that must allow it, smart fuckers” he groaned. “well, i don't think there is anything we can do, we might as well accept it.” she flopped down on the bed.

paul stared at her for a few seconds, cringing at the first thought that came to mind while watching her. he wanted to kiss her again. he shook his head and moved on to put his bags on a corner of the room. they silently accepted the fact that there was no way to get out of the situation, so they each went their own way and did what they needed to do in silence.

aurora ended up falling asleep. she curled herself on the covers, and she looked absolutely adorable.

paul felt incredibly creepy watching her, but how could he not? he was completely enamoured by her, and he hated it.

aurora woke up to the sound of a shower running. she remembered the situation she was in, making her groan and cover her face with the blanket. after a few seconds, she sat up and checked her phone, which was plugged into the wall. weird, she didn't remember plugging it in. she checked the time, it was 8:46p.m. she must have been tired if she slept almost 5 hours. as she looked around, she saw a plate of food set on a small table, it was covered with a paper towel that had her name written on it in paul’s hand writing.

he made food for her?

just as she started eating, paul came out of the bathroom, shirtless and drying his hair with a towel. when he noticed her staring, he smirked ever so slightly so she wouldn't notice.

“sorry, i didn't know you were awake.” he reached for a shirt and put it on, not missing the slight disappointment in her eyes. “that's alright.. thanks for the food.” it felt weird having her smiling at him. “dont worry about it” he hasitated at the thought of sitting down with her, but his phone rang on his hand, saving him from doing anything stupid.

as paul spoke on the phone, aurora ate silently while watching the first episode of the screaming meals podcast for the third time that week. “is that screaming meals?” the estonian asked, walking up to where she was sitting “yeah, first episode” the girl smiled as he sat down on a chair next to her. “you're still on the first one? i swear i saw you watching it like a week ago” she smiled at the thought of him paying as much attention as to notice what she watched. “im re-watching it, felipe drugovich is just so ughh” she put her head down on the table dramatically.

paul rolled his eyes in jealousy and opened his mouth to speak only to close it again, not wanting to ruin the peace in between them.

“im hotter, thought” his words made her let out a laugh “i don't know about that” she looked at him up and down, as if trying to evaluate his statement. “i definitely am” a playful smile was plastered on both of their faces “in a scale from one to charles leclerc, he is the next best thing” her body turned to face his, her food long forgotten “and i am charles leclerc” the boy winked “i don't know, i would say like a 5” she joked.

paul is definitely not a 5.

he was interrupted in the middle of his defensive statement by her phone ringing. the girl excused herself before taking the call, leaving him to clean the table and lay down on the bed. the call lasted around an hour, which made paul slightly annoyed. who was she talking to for that long?

“sorry, my sister called” she hoped the friendly mood they had before wasnt interrupted “its fine, i dont really care” and with that, annoying paul was back.

his attitude made the girl sigh. she grabbed her necessary things and hopped on the shower. outside, paul groaned in frustration. they were doing so good, why did he have to fuck it up?

when she came out of the shower they did not address each other for a while, trying to avoid any fights or discussions. as she saw him starting to look sleepy, she asked the question that both of them were afraid to ask.

“how are we going to sleep?” the bed was definitely big enough for both of them. “i’m not sleeping on the floor,” he answered “well, i am not either” she defended “then get on the bed, sweetheart.” the sarcasticness in his voice didn't make the nickname any easier to ignore “i sleep on the left side” their eyes connected in a battle that they both knew well. “have at it, then.”

aurora sighed as she turned off the light, getting into the bed. she was nearly falling off trying not to touch him “you're going to fall off” he warned “wouldn't you like that?” she scoffed. “it would be pretty funny” he laughed when she slapped his arm. the girl scooted more into the bed, still wary of not touching him.

she turned her back to him and tried to sleep. she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep because of the long nap she had taken before, which made her turn around multiple times before hearing his groan. “can you be still?” his voice was groggy with sleepiness “sorry, i can't sleep” she sighed.

they both layed in silence for what felt like ages before she spoke “why do you hate me so much?” the question took paul by surprise. he stayed quiet for a few seconds before answering “because of the same reason you hate me, i guess” both their voices were soft and quiet “you don't know why i hate you” the conversation felt way more intimate than it should “why do you, then?” the boy asked “i asked you first” she heard him sigh. something overtook her body as she turned to look at him, meeting with his gorgeous side profile which was barely seeable in the dark.

“i don't understand you, you're always strong and confident, it's frustrating” he admitted, she could see the slight frown that adorned his face “I feel insecure too, you know” the boy turned to face her “you never look like it” his words were merely whispers “i cant really afford to. when you're a woman in a sport like racing there is always an asshole that will try to bring you down, you know?” their eyes connected, and she could see the slight sadness that flooded his “im sorry” his words sounded sincere “i wasn't talking about you” she offered him a small smile.

why did she do that? why did she smile even though she just basically made him realise how much of an asshole he was?

“so why do you hate me?” it was his turn to ask “i don't really know, you give me a weird feeling” his heart skipped a beat as she looked away from him. could she feel the same about him? “how does it feel?” his hand went up to her face to move a strand of hair away. “like i'm nervous, i hate being nervous”

holy shit. she was really telling him.

“really?” his hand rested on her hair still “and it annoys me that youre such a fuck boy” the girl rolled her eyes, making him let out a small laugh “why is that?” he had a smug smile plastered on his lips, and she wanted nothing more than to kiss it right off. “you shouldn't give those girls hope when there isn't even a chance” lie “is that right? or are you mad that it's not you?” his statement made her thank the universe for the dark, because he missed the red colour that swarmed her cheeks “definitely not that” lie “are you sure?” the boy pushed. aurora huffed and turned around, facing his back to him “think whatever you want, aron. goodnight.”

she could have sworn her heart stopped when she felt an arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him “i think a lot of things, some more pg than others, but you are the main character in every single one of them” his words were whispered into her ear, and they made chills run up her spine.

his hand gripped the hip that was pressed on the mattress, pulling it towards him to turn her around. she didn't have a chance to speak when his lips were on hers. she followed the kiss immediately, her craving for his lips stronger than her willpower to break away. paul sat up, gripping her thighs and pulling her up with him to sit on his lap.

“you don't get to kiss me whenever you want” she said as they parted away from the air “do i get to kiss you whenever you want?” he asked, not giving her time to answer before he kissed her again.

they spent the night that way, in between heated make outs and slow kisses until they both were too tired to stay awake for longer.

aurora woke up the next morning to him gone.

of course.

as the urge to scream into her pillow was just about to win her over, the bathroom door opened, revealing a shirtless paul with a bed head. “morning, simmons” he said, offering her the most breathtaking smile in the world “morning” she returned the gesture.

she stood up to go to the bathroom, making it to the door before being pulled towards him by her arm and receiving a kiss to her lips “i meant everything about last night, okay?” his eyes met hers “me too” she smiled before tiptoeing to give him a small peck and go into the bathroom, closing the door before he could do anything else.

after they did everything that they needed to do -sneaking a few kisses here and there- they went down to the lobby, where a couple people expected them.

“so, how did it go?” angelina asked hopeful “he’s still the same asshole we all know and i hate” aurora answered, giving him a small sarcastic smile “still the same brat” paul copied her actions. rene sighed while angelina loudly groaned, both missing the small wink he sent her and the smile that adorned both their faces.

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authors note:

enemies to lovers, one bed trope, and secret relationship? yes

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