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calico-kiwi · 1 year ago

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The Coffee Trials

Chapter 4: Quest Unlocked: BananaJam in the Target

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Work Summary: Both Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are incredibly successful and busy people. Two people who both view coffee as their lifeblood. When they find themselves needing each other to obtain ultimate coffee rights at their favorite cafe, two total strangers become allies. And friends. And perhaps eventually… something more.

Chapter Summary: Skye reveals the quest Tim and Marinette must complete in order to earn their first hint. Shenanigans ensue, as they always should.

Links: ao3 work, ao3 chapter, First Chapter, Previous Chapter

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“Your quest,” Skye begins, “is…”

“To film a video in the cereal aisle of a Target with one or both of you dancing in a banana suit wearing sunglasses.”

Tim and Marinette are left standing there, speechless.

“Tim, I’m never letting you spin the wheel again,” Marinette deadpans.

“How the fuck did you manage to come up with that idea!?” Tim asks Skye incredulously, ignoring Marinette’s comment.

Skye simply shrugs, answering, “My sleep paralysis demon is easier to deal with if I imagine he’s a funny silly goofy little guy doing funny silly goofy little things.”

“I guess?” Tim says. “Ok,” he continues, “where the fuck are we supposed to get a banana suit though?”

Marinette sheepishly raises her hand. “Um-” she starts. Thinking to herself, ‘Oh my kwami I can’t believe I’m about to admit this,’ she tells them, “I… actually already have a banana suit somewhere in my apartment.

This, at least, seems to be the first piece of information to visibly shock Skye, and Tim too holds a certain look of bewilderment.

‘Damn Adrien and his stupid Banana Noir costume that he managed to get shipped with the rest of my things when I moved to Gotham. I can’t believe that mangey cat’s prank actually paid off,’ Marinette thinks. ‘Damn you Agreste, but also thank you.’

“It’s… a long story,” she says, wincing. “But the face is covered. Would it still count?”

Skye, over their initial shock, smiles. “Hey, I’m not one to judge. I think the fact you have that lying around is hilarious, regardless of the reason. And yeah, even with the face covered, that’ll work. Add the sunglasses on top of the costume in that case. Just make sure you address the camera at some point in the video so I can hear your voice and confirm it’s one of you. You don’t both have to dance in banana suits, so if one of you chooses to be the person taking the video instead, just be in-frame for a portion of the video so I can confirm you’re there as well.”

Steeling herself for the embarrassment to come, she sighs out, “Alright then. I guess we’re doing this.”

Tim leans over to show her his phone, and looking down, Marinette can see the Target website pulled up. “There’s a Target a couple of blocks away from here that closes at 11:00. It’s only 9:30 right now so that gives us an hour and a half if you wanted to just get this done tonight.”

Marinette elects to ignore the chill that goes down her spine at having Tim speak so close to her ear.

“I don’t live too far from here, so I can grab the costume and sunglasses to meet you there at like 10:15ish?” she offers.

Nodding, Tim answers, “Perfect. I’ll text you the address. If you don’t mind, can I be the one to wear the banana suit? I, uh, would rather have my face covered. Honestly with my reputation I don’t think too many people would question it, but I’d rather not draw attention to myself at the moment.”

“Sure,” Marinette agrees. She’d done her fair share of research about Gotham before moving, so it hadn’t taken her long to realize Tim was pretty famous here in America. She wouldn’t bring it up because, quite frankly, she knows enough famous people at this point to not really care.

Turning back towards Skye, who is currently erasing the “Q#3” option from The Wheel of Punishments and writing “spin again” in its place, Marinette announces, “I’m gonna head out now Skye. We’ll probably be back to show you the video, “ she looks back over at Tim, “around elevenish?”

Tim gives a thumbs up, confirming, “Yeah, around 11:00.”

With that, Marinette says goodbye and heads back to her apartment. It’s not until she’s finally back home and staring at the closet with the banana suit that the full absurdity of the situation reaches her.

Tikki, who had been sitting idle in her purse, flies out. Giggling, she asks, “Having fun? You look a little shell shocked.”

Slowly running a hand down her face Marinette mumbles, “What even is my life…”

Floating higher to gently pat Marinette on the head, the kwami states, “It’s all a part of the universe trying to balance out the energy you emit. Having such prolonged contact with the Ladybug miraculous and being my holder has imbued you with my creation energy and good luck. So the world around you tends to be filled with chaos to balance out the luck you pour into whatever space you’re in.”

As Marinette sighs Tikki adds, laughing, “You also happen to be drawn to very chaotic people. Though I’m not sure if that’s a side effect or if it’s purely you.”

Thinking back to her earlier childhood and the mischief she, Nino, and Kim would get up to, she admits, defeated, “I think it’s just a me thing.”

Nudging her towards the closet Tikki urges, “Hurry up now, don’t want to keep Tim waiting.” There’s a knowing glint in the kwami’s eye as she says Tim’s name. Marinette thinks it’s best not to dwell on that particular detail.

Sifting through the things in the closet, Marinette finally finds the banana suit buried behind boxes of umbrellas which Adrien had also managed to ship to her apartment.

Her relationship with Adrien has been a bit of a roller coaster. Eventually though, they realized both in and out of the suits, they preferred to stay just friends. After everything they’d been through, not even their identity reveal was enough to persuade either of them to pursue a romantic relationship with each other. Hell, even Alya and Nino admitted that they acted more like siblings than anything else.

The comfort from working as partners for so long, finally having revealed their identities, realizing they were already close friends out of the suit, and the fact any romance between them had effectively been thrown out the window had led to them confessing how they each came to fall for the other. And, consequently, un-fall for each other.

She almost smothered Adrien in pillows when he wouldn’t stop laughing at her for an umbrella being the cat -alyst for her past crush on him. He, even now, refused to let her live it down.

Smiling at the memories, Marinette pulls the banana suit out of the closet.

“And here it is in all its bright yellow glory,” she mused, looking over to Tikki.

Flying back towards her with sunglasses, Tikki laughs. “Ever think this would come in handy?”

Shaking her head and taking the sunglasses from Tikki, she replies, “Didn’t have the faintest clue. I swear though if Adrien finds out I actually needed this god awful costume for something I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Stuffing the sunglasses in her purse and folding up the suit as best she can, Marinette motions for her kwami to follow her. “Alright Tikki, let’s get going. I have a feeling this’ll be a long night.”

Twenty minutes later she finds herself in the mostly empty parking lot of her local Target. She’d sent a text to Tim letting him know she was there.

As she was absentmindedly drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out and glancing at the screen, she realized Tim was calling her. Raising her eyebrow, she hit the accept button and held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she asks.

“Ok so,” Tim starts. The way he says the words has Marinette already feeling like face palming. “I’m here, but I realize we didn’t really think of the fact I still need to change into the banana suit. We could meet up at the cafe instead, have me change, and then we come back here, but that’s cutting it close to when Target closes… By any chance would your car have tinted windows?”

Tentatively, Marinette asks, “… You’re telling me your car doesn’t have tinted windows?” She made sure the disbelief was clear in her voice. Honestly, she’d thought one of Gotham’s well known elites would’ve taken more precautions.

“Well it does,” Tim says, and Marinette can already hear the unsaid ‘ but ’ in his sentence. “ But ! I didn’t really take my car here…”

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Marinette questions, “How did you get here then?”

“Motorcycle,” was his simple answer.

“Ah,” was all she said in reply. “Lucky for you that the car I’m leasing has tinted windows, then. I’m basically five rows away from the front of the Target. There aren’t any other cars around me so you should be able to find me pretty easily.”

“Yeah I think I see you. Your car’s dark grey, right?” Tim asks.

As Marinette tells him, “Yep,” she sees someone with Tim’s same outfit, hair, and build walking towards her car. “I think I see you too,” she tells him.

As the person takes a few more steps towards the car, Marinette can see it’s Tim and rolls down her window. “You can change in the back while I stand outside. The suit’s already in the second row, and I can give you the glasses when we get inside Target,” she says in lieu of greeting.

“Y’know,” Tim says as he climbs into the back seat, “you’re weirdly trusting to let someone you’ve known for less than a month be left alone in your car. “Not that I would do anything,” he adds hastily.

As she steps out of the car, Marinette smiles at him and says, “I tend to trust my intuition when it comes to people and their intentions. Something tells me you won’t steal or vandalize my car.”

Closing the door she bites back the unsaid part of that statement, which was, ‘One of the side effects of being the Guardian lets me see if people have harmful intentions through their aura, and you’re in the clear.’

When Tim steps out of the car Marinette chokes back a laugh. The suit, which had fit a previously teenage Banana Noir, looked laughably small on Tim. Tim wasn’t necessarily a very tall man, but it was obvious that the roughly 180 centimeters of him was far too big for a children’s costume. The yellow tights and the long sleeve undershirt were all but abandoned, presumably too tight for Tim to fit into.

Marinette had guessed as much, which is why she’d made a quick alteration on the gloves using the little time she’d had. Somehow they looked even more ridiculous as fingerless gloves.

Instead of the yellow tights, Tim wore his faded jeans, and instead of the undershirt, the sleeves of his white t-shirt could be seen. The rest of his arms were exposed, but Marinette elected to ignore that. She wasn’t sure she had enough self control to not switch from laughing at his ridiculousness to drooling at his muscles.

“How bad is it?” comes Tim’s muffled voice through the banana suit.

Still trying with all her will to not die on the spot from laughter, Marinette wheezes out, “It’s perfect.” Still smiling ear to ear and biting on her tongue to stop herself from losing it, Marinette pulls out the sunglasses and places it over the banana’s soulless, all seeing eyes.

Stepping back, Marinette doubles over in her attempt to not collapse into a laughing fit. “Oh my Gods,” she breathes out in a small voice.

“Ok, well while you have fun losing your shit over this, let’s head for the Target so I can take this potassium monstrosity off as soon as possible.” Gently pulling her along by the wrist, Tim drags a (still hysterical) Marinette towards the entrance of the store.

By the time they’ve walked through the door, Marinette has gathered herself enough to walk normally (though she would giggle every few seconds before slapping a hand over her mouth.

As they make their way towards the cereal aisle, Marinette is suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. “Tim,” she whispers, coming to a sudden stop and yanking on his arm so he does the same. He slowly turns around to face her and Marinette forces herself to look at his Converse instead to stop from bursting out laughing at the ridiculous banana face.

“I know exactly what song you can dance to,” she says mysteriously. She quickly tugs him the rest of the way to the cereal aisle (dutifully ignoring the bewildered stares of the other shoppers and various employees they pass) before depositing him in the middle of the aisle.

“Can I borrow your phone to record? I need mine to play the music,” Marinette asks. Wordlessly, Tim hands over his phone, already opened to the camera app, and Marinette takes a few steps back.

“Ok, just stand there and be ready,” she instructs. “As soon as I play the song you’ll know exactly what to do, don’t worry.”

Once she gets a muffled and confused, “Sure?” from Tim, she holds the phone vertically, makes sure the front facing camera is on, and hits record.

Making a show of holding her own phone next to her mouth with her other hand and visibly fending off laughter, Marinette says clearly, “Hey Siri, play the macarena-”

When the first note hits, Marinette flips the camera so it’s recording Tim. The phone speaker rings out, “Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena-” and Marinette can be heard manically laughing in the background as banana Tim dances to the song.

“Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena-” Tim continues to dance and the camera is visibly shaking as Marinette breaks down in a fit of laughter.

“Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena-” Tim’s movements are unnecessarily exaggerated and Marinette can still be heard maniacally cackling as the camera tilts, presumably because Marinette is leaning against the shelving of the cereal aisle to stay upright.

As the final line of the chorus rings out, “Hey Macarena, ay-” Tim sassily places both hands on his hips and slowly rotates them in a circle, still using exaggerated movement.

Just before the song finishes, a random shopper from behind Marinette can be heard shouting, “GO WHITE BOY GO!” which leads to Tim, with one hand still on his hip and the other pointing at the stranger, exclaiming, “Thank you random citizen!” in an attempt to copy the voice of Metro Man from Megamind.

The video ends with Marinette crying laughing, having fallen on her knees, sinking to the floor.

Tim shakes his head in exasperation (or at least Marinette thinks that’s what he’s doing, it’s hard to tell with the suit on). But seeing as how the head of the banana suit doesn’t turn, all that happens is the whole banana body shaking.

This, of course, does not help Marinette’s laugh attack, and Tim is forced to hoist her up and be used as a human (banana?) crutch for her to lean against as they exit the target.

Once they make it to the car, Marinette, who is thankfully no longer hysterical, unlocks her car so Tim can change in the back seat. Thankfully by the time he emerges, she’s calmed down enough to only be smiling.

“I want you to send me that video, because I honest to gods don’t think anything else has ever made me laugh so hard ever. It’s probably partially from the lack of caffeine but oh my gods .”

She’s so glad Tim doesn’t seem the slightest bit off put that he's just done something most people would find mortifyingly embarrassing, or that she’s laughing her ass off at him.

“Sure. On the condition that whatever crazy quest Skye sends us on next has you be the main focus,” Tim bargains, giving a teasing smile.

Smirking, Marinette says, “Easiest deal of my life. Meet you back at the coffee shop? I got a feeling Skye’s gonna get even more of a kick out of this than me.

Still smiling at her, he says, “See you there.”

Marinette really hopes Tim turned away fast enough to not see the blush that crept up her face after he smiled at her like that. If he looked at her so softly again she wasn’t sure she’d be able to muster up enough denial to ignore the beginnings of the feelings she was starting to have.

When they got back to the cafe and showed Skye the video, the barista took even longer to stop laughing than Marinette.

It got to a point where the two were genuinely scared for Skye’s health, because when he heard ‘go white boy go’ he collapsed on the counter rasping out things along the lines of ‘can’t breath’ and ‘oh my god I’m gonna die’.

Once Skye recovered, the smile stayed on their face the rest of the night. “I want you to send me that video,” she said. “Also, congratulations you’ve passed the quest! The first ingredient hint is espresso shots.”

Marinette saw Tim’s eye twitch out of the corner of her eye. “We did that to get the hint espresso shots as an ingredient for one of your most caffeinated drinks ?!”

Raising an eyebrow Skye shrugged. “Hey man, you spun the wheel, that’s your fault. The hints are in a predetermined order, so that’s the hint you would’ve gotten regardless of what you were saddled with in order to earn it.”

Tim sighed as Marinette reiterated her sentiment from earlier in the night, “Never letting you spin the wheel again.”

Stealing one of the uneaten cookies from a display case, Skye says, “You guys only have tomorrow to show me your weekly attempt before things are reset, by the way. Once Sunday hits it restart the week, and you’ll have access to earn another hint and another attempt at showing me what you guys’ve created.”

Looking over at Tim, Marinette suggests, “Well, I don’t know about you but I don’t think I have enough general knowledge on the making of drinks or of the ingredient list to throw together an attempt.”

“I don’t think I do either,” Tim adds, “How about we reconvene on Sunday to see whatever ludicrous thing Skye plans for us to do to get a hint.”

Smiling tiredly, Marinette nods. “Sounds good to me. I’m gonna head home.” She says goodbye to Skye and Tim, then heads to her apartment.

Flying out of her purse once Marinette’s inside, Tikki giggles. “Quite an adventure today,” the kwami muses.

“It certainly was-” Interrupted by the chime of her phone, Marinette pulls it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. It’s a message from Tim, with the video of him dancing in Target attached. Marinette snorts, screenshotting a frame in the video to set as Tim’s contact photo.

She takes another screenshot of Tim’s updated contact and sends it to him. ‘Would u believe me if i told u ur the second person to need to use that banana suit’ she texts to him.

‘ur jokling’ he replies. ‘wish i was, that thing is, as you so eloquently put it, “a potassium monstrosity”’ she sends back.

‘Idk i think i pulled it off’ Tim sends. Marinette laughs before sending, ‘no clue how u managed to do that tbh. but hey if u ever wanna model smth hmu. if u can pull off a banana suit i can only imagine how well ur modeling career would be’

Marinette could almost hear the smirk in his next text. ‘Oh so ur imagining me now r u?’ Marinette rolls her eyes before responding, ‘Oh, so ur getting cocky now, r u? If ur in my dreams it’ll be as a dancing banana, don’t get ahead of yourself’

Tim’s message after that made Marinette’s heart melt a bit, though she’d never tell him that. ‘Well i hope u have sweet ones’ ‘dreams that is’

‘gn my dancing banana’ she sent, smiling down at her phone.

‘gn coffee thief’

Marinette collapsed and was unconscious the second her head hit the pillow. She chalked the fact that she fell asleep so easily up to the overexertion from laughing so much and the general craziness of the day.

It definitely had nothing to do with the ball of content that sat comfortably in her stomach, which was warming her heart. And that content certainly had nothing to do with the unfairly attractive dancing banana she’d somehow found herself stuck with.

AN: Forgive my many spelling mistakes, I have the horrible tendency to only write for this fic in the dead of night. i have this fic on ao3, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr as more than a link. if you wanna keep up with it, but dont wanna subscribe to it on ao3, just ask to be added to the taglist either through this post or an ask to my blog and I'll keep you updated!

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its-maemain · 1 year ago

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Fluff Day 3: “Hey now. I never said we had to get married. I’d just like to spend the rest of my life with you.”

#shutterbug station 2024 #fluff day 3 #alley cat #maribat #posting this for myself #for the most part #maemories

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years ago

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Into the Unknown, Part 56

First

Bruce stared at the group of people gathered at his front door, unsure. “You know, when I said you could invite more people, I was expecting… Tim and Damian. Not…” he motioned vaguely to Worse!Tim (the future heir to his rival company), Bernard (a guy who had forgone introducing himself in favor of asking whether it was true that Bruce was dating renowned art thief Selina Kyle), and Steph (Steph).

Worse!Tim’s face flushed. “Ah, sorry to intrude, I just… didn’t have anywhere else to go. We can leave, though, it’ll be nice to have the house to ourselves –.”

Bruce, whose expression had been getting progressively softer the longer Worse!Tim went on, sighed and clapped a hand atop the boy’s head, ruffling his hair. “Don’t worry about it. We have more than enough food to go around.”

He glanced at Steph, quietly asking for her tragic backstory.

“I’m a college student,” she said.

Bruce seemed to decide that he should just accept this. He stepped aside so everyone could file in.

Everyone except for Tim. He waited until their group was properly inside so he could close the door behind them, leaving the two of them in the cold. But they wouldn’t be out there for long, no worries, Bruce only had one question for him: “Did you… bring one of the company rivals to make sure that Marinette and I couldn’t talk about business over this trip?”

“... no,” said Tim, who made a mental note of the strategy for later.

Marinette complained about her physics final at length, beating up dough to get her anger out. Alfred, ever the comforting presence, nodded along easily enough, giving occasional ‘hm’ and ‘oh wow’ sounds to say that he was still listening and also just as peeved as her. Damian sat on the counter, chubby little legs swinging, watching the pair bustle about, daydreaming about what designs he wanted to pipe onto the cookies Marinette was baking…

Not a creature was stirring (no, Alfred was not a creature, and he would prefer the term ‘whisking’), and there were definitely no mice around.

It was peaceful.

Until.

“I can help you with your homework,” Damian offered. “I know lots of things.”

Marinette paused, her hand resting over her heart. “Ye… yeah. Of course, Dami, I’d love your help.”

Damian lit up. He pointed to the chocolate chips on the counter. “Can I…?”

Marinette nodded easily enough, figuring that he was going to use them to visually show addition, subtraction… maybe even multiplication or division, if the kid had even advanced that far in his studies. He would count out the chocolate chips and put them in neat, orderly rows, and probably eat a few but it would be fine because it was Hanukkah and the kid would feel fulfilled in the fact that he had ‘helped’.

Damian grabbed a fistful of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth unceremoniously.

And then the kid started explaining quantum physics to her, still snacking away on chocolate chips.

They all almost dared to think that Alfred and Marinette had gotten over their mini rivalry. There had been no arguing sounds coming from the kitchen (only, strangely, the sound of learning), so there couldn’t have been any competition this time. This thought was only confirmed by the fact that no foods were presented to them with the question of ‘which is better’. They were in the clear.

But then.

Bernard squinted at Marinette. “You’re acting weird.”

She blinked. “Hm?”

“You’re… watching us eat.”

Marinette gave him a confused little frown, but Tim knew her well enough to know that when she was actually confused she was more liable to blink, her brain taking the moment where her eyes were closed to process what was throwing her off without any distractions.

“Code red,” Tim said.

Several forks clattered onto plates as everyone immediately abandoned their food. Except for Steph, who was looking at them all like they were crazy, a roll halfway to her mouth.

Marinette smirked at Alfred. “I win,” she said. Because, as one of the few people who weren’t aware of their rivalry, and the only newcomer wary enough of the fact that everyone had stopped eating to abandon their food as well, had chosen a bread roll she had made.

Alfred huffed. Which was basically his equivalent of screaming and cursing.

“... can someone fill me in?” Steph asked.

Bruce sighed, rubbing the space between his brows. “Anyone up for Asian takeout?”

Everyone raised their hands.

Steph only looked more confused by this, but then she seemed to realize that this would mean she got to keep all of the leftovers and immediately nodded along.

Damian looked up at Jason, almost offended. “Why are you small?”

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that. He leaned to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “Does he know what malnutrition is?”

“Absolutely not, and you’re not going to teach him about it, either,” she hissed right back.

Jason nodded slowly. He looked back at Damian. “I’m one of Santa’s elves.”

“Dad says that Santa isn’t real, but we’re not supposed to tell anyone,” Damian said. And then he gasped and slapped his hands over his mouth. “Oh no.”

“You guys really do look alike,” Jason mused. “I’m surprised Damian can tell you two apart.”

“Oh, he can’t, he just goes by our outfits and hair,” said Worse!Tim.

“Oh.”

“It’s better than Mari,” Tim said, grinning when she immediately turned red. “The only reason we found each other was because she mistook him for me. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to kiss him on accident yet.”

“I’m going to divorce you.”

“Make that joke enough and I’ll actually start to believe it,” Tim pretended to sniffle, before leaning to press a kiss to her cheek.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He returned the gesture.

“God, they’re gross,” Jason stage-whispered to Steph.

“They’re usually worse,” she sighed.

“I don’t think they’re that bad,” said Worse!Tim.

“That’s because you and Bernard are just as awful.”

Bernard sputtered. “Hey? Why am I getting dragged into this?”

Damian was the baby of the family. Quite literally, seeing as he was very young in comparison to everyone else, who was of college age or above.

And one might assume that he would be annoyed by this, his pride not allowing them to treat him in such a way, he was a big man after all! Six years old!

However, (during the holidays, at least) he welcomed the treatment with open arms. Because said open arms would be filled with presents.

Dick sighed. “You’re spoiling him.”

“You were literally raised by a billionaire,” said Marinette.

Dick huffed, but then it was revealed that he couldn’t really talk because he got Damian designer shoes.

“He’s going to ruin those so fast,” said Tim.

“I’ll buy him more, then.”

“But we’re spoiling him,” Marinette snarked.

“I’m the cool uncle!” Dick argued. “I’m supposed to spoil him.”

“... I’m the cool uncle,” Jason said.

“Excuse me?” said Bernard.

“You’re not married in,” Jason pointed out the distinct lack of a wedding ring on the man’s finger.

“And Marinette hasn’t allowed herself to be adopted, which means I’m the only uncle he has, therefore the cool one by default,” Jimothy pointed out.

“Boys,” Bruce cut in. “You can all be cool uncles.”

They were all quiet for a moment.

“No, they can’t,” Jimothy decided.

The argument started up again, but everyone was laughing, and even Bruce didn’t seem to mind it all, even as he was dragged into the debate over whether Jason or Dick was ‘the cooler one’.

Tim poked Damian’s shoulder. “You can fix this, you know. Just say you think they’re all cool.”

“No. Less presents that way,” Damian decided.

Tim cooed over his ‘manipulative little guy’, ruffling his hair and handing him yet another present.

The others were still debating over who was the best in the background, but whatever.

“Not going to jump in?” Marinette asked Steph.

“Please. I’m the wine aunt.”

“You don’t drink.”

“I do in spirit.”

Marinette squinted at her, wondering whether the pun had been intentional, before sighing and deciding that arguing the point wasn’t worth it.

As they lit the final candle, Tim found himself smiling. Not only because of the tradition itself, or even because he was surrounded by so many people he cared about, but because his plan was working. Bruce and Dick hadn’t genuinely fought once, too distracted by the sheer size of the group and their accompanying shenanigans. Jason seemed more relaxed, too, now that the holidays didn’t necessarily mean dealing with people yelling at each other over the table.

Mission success!

Tim needed a nap.

Marinette pressed against her boyfriend’s side, watching as Damian played tug-of-war with Frank. Frank was definitely going easy on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know…” she turned to bury her face in his neck. “I wouldn’t mind actually getting married one day…”

Tim’s breath stuttered. He dragged her head out of hiding to look her in the eyes. “Really?”

She glanced away, giggling nervously. “Uh, yeah, I mean obviously we have to wait until we can get our friends and family back home to come, so we have a lot of time to consider –.”

She was cut off when he tugged her in for a kiss.

She melted a little, her anxiety fading away when she realized that he was smiling against her lips.

“I would love to,” he breathed.

She flushed. “Well, I love you.”

He rolled his eyes just slightly at her immediate need to one-up him, but his chuckle was nothing but fond and the hands cupping her face were perfectly warm.

“I love you, too.”

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#a long awaited full fluff chapter for ur consideration #with only the barest mention of plot #ur welcome #into the unknown #maribat #timari #shutterbug #timmari #timinette #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin

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maribat-media · 1 year ago

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Maribat Media Poll Sunday #3

Maribat Month has arrived everyone!

For further information on the event, check out @official-timari-server! There are rules for submitting as well as a point system for the event. It is perfect for enjoyers and creators of Fluff/Angst.

Good luck to everyone creating for the event!

#maribat #maribat media #maribatmedia #maribatters #bugbats #maribat media poll sunday #mlb x dc #shutterbug station 2024 #mss2024 #angst v fluff #maribat month #Maribat Month 2024

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the-coffee-fandom · 1 year ago

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#maribat #mlb x dc #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #dc x mlb #maribat Raven #maribat marinette dupain cheng #marave #marirae #maribat Moodboard #Moodboard #shutterbug station #shutterbug station 2024 #mss2024 #No floor on Display #maribat rare pair #team fluff

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gilbertscurls · 6 months ago

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heyy girl first of alll your writing is the best and best writer here and your fluff is just AHHHH i really wait everyday for u to post so i got a request fans edit Chris and reader to no.1 party anthem sing by artic monkey mybe its edit of chris talking about her or anything ANDILOVEYOUU

omg you're so nice, i love you!!!! i hope you like it <3

Yapping ➵ Chris Sturniolo

The low hum of the city filtered through the cracked window, mingling with the faint sound of cars drifting up from the street below. You leaned back against the couch, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok as Chris's voice carried from the kitchen. He was rummaging through cupboards, probably looking for the last pack of his favorite snack, his faint mutterings punctuating the quiet.

It was the kind of lazy day where time seemed to slip away unnoticed. Your thumb swiped up the screen, passing by dance trends, funny memes, and cooking hacks, until something familiar caught your eye.

A video with the hashtag #SturnioloTriplets popped up on your For You page. It was one of those fan-made edits that you occasionally found yourself watching—clips of Chris, Nick, and Matt in their usual chaotic, fun-loving glory. You tapped on it, expecting a montage of their latest shenanigans.

But what you saw made your heart skip a beat.

The video opened with Chris sitting in front of the camera, a familiar setting that looked like the triplets' car. His usual animated self was present—his hands gesturing wildly, his face full of that vibrant energy he was known for. It was one of his “yapping” sessions, where he rambled on about anything that popped into his head. But today, instead of talking about a meme or some funny moment with his brothers, he was talking about you.

"Man, I don’t even know how to explain it," Chris was saying, his voice soft but filled with affection. "She just… she’s everything. Every day, she makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive. I mean, I never believed in fate or anything like that, but the second we met? It was like… I don’t know. It just clicked." He paused, running a hand through his hair, his expression shifting to something far more sincere than his usual joking demeanor. "She makes me want to be better, you know? I’m just—I'm so in love with her."

Your heart melted at the sound of his voice, the raw sincerity in his words taking you by surprise. You had heard him say it before, but this… this felt different. As the clip played on, his face softened even more as he continued, "I don’t think she realizes how much she means to me. I could talk about her all day, but she’d probably just roll her eyes at me."

The screen flickered, and then, instead of just his words, the video transitioned into an edit. It was a soft montage of moments—your moments together. A collection of clips pulled from the triplets’ vlogs, his social media posts, and those little private, candid shots that had somehow made it into the public eye. There was a shot of you laughing together in the kitchen, your head thrown back, eyes sparkling as Chris pulled a goofy face. Another was of the two of you walking hand-in-hand, your fingers intertwined in a way that made everything around you feel quiet and still, just the two of you in your own world. There was a shot of you sitting next to him during one of their live streams, both of you leaning in close as he whispered something funny in your ear, making you laugh so hard you almost snorted.

The song lyrics echoed in the background, making the edit even more heartfelt.

It was a perfect blend of those little moments that spoke volumes—subtle, intimate, and filled with love. The video cut back to Chris, a soft smile on his face as he looked into the camera. "I don't think she knows it, but she’s my everything. And I’ll never stop saying that."

The look of love, the rush of blood

The "She's with me"'s, the Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus

The black & white and the color dodge

The good time girls, the cubicles

The house of fun, the number one

Party anthem

The video ended with his smiling face and a caption: “Chris Sturniolo, everyone’s favorite yapping sweetheart.” You sat there for a moment, staring at the screen, your heart doing flips in your chest. You had always known how much Chris loved you, but seeing it in this way? It made your chest tighten, a flood of affection and warmth rushing over you.

You looked up just in time to see Chris saunter back into the room, a mischievous grin on his lips.

“What’s got you so smiley?” he asked, collapsing next to you on the couch, his arm slipping behind your shoulders. The scent of him—faint cologne and warmth—enveloped you.

“Just this,” you said, turning your phone towards him, the last frame of the edit paused on his face, mid-laugh.

Chris’s eyebrows shot up, and then that familiar, teasing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you found it, huh? Yeah, I might’ve gone a little overboard that day.”

“No,” you whispered, leaning into him, feeling the beat of your pulse against his. “It was perfect.”

His eyes softened, and for a moment, there was no screen, no city noise, no world outside the two of you. Just the number one party anthem playing between heartbeats.

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604to647 · 8 months ago

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Until Noon

1.1K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: You make Tim go back to bed.

Warnings: None – all fluff! Soft and Sleepy!Tim. Established relationship. Nicknames per usual (Shutterbug, baby).

A/N: Thank you to everyone who reads The Rockford Portfolio – I appreciate it so much! 😭 As always, each story can be read alone, but this one can follow At First Light (or Skittles, or just any night where Tim comes to you after working late/overnight).

Photography inspired dividers by @saradika-graphics💕 / Series Masterlist

The bright sun streams into your bedroom harsh and unforgiving, causing you to squint your eyes open. Instinctively, your body attempts to shift away from the offending light, but you seem to be restrained by a heavy, immovable arm that drapes across your chest. As your sleepy fog starts to lift, you smile when you look back and see the handsome man to which said arm is attached. Your sweet Tim. Currently snoring peacefully with his face buried in your pillow, his own pillow long abandoned on the far side of the bed in favour of migrating towards the warmth and sweet scent of yours while you both slept.

His soft purrs, indicative of his deep slumber, warm your heart. If anyone deserves uninterrupted, restful sleep, it’s Detective Tim Rockford; you’re so immensely proud of how dedicated he is to his work and the way the LAPD finds him indispensable. But while Tim is more than competent at a great many things, one thing he does not have within his impressive skill set is the ability to refuse a call to duty. Even Tim would concede that he sometimes worked too much; on more than one occasion, his sense of honour and incredible work ethic has pulled him from the safety of your bed at an ungodly hour, or returned him to you physically tired and mentally drained. Oftentimes, both.

You’re going to make sure Tim gets the rest he needs today.

With a level of difficulty that recalls Hercules’ Twelve Labours, you very gently you lift Tim’s arm, heavy with sleep, off your body without disturbing him. Finally able to slide out of bed, you close the blinds so that the room once again darkens; though a poor approximation of the night’s shadow, it will have to do – at the very least, it will be easier for Tim to catch up on his sleep without the cheery morning sun threatening to stun him awake.

Eventually padding into the kitchen after having freshened up and pulled on one of Tim’s favourite t-shirts, you get to work – you think you’ll make both of you some breakfast, then read your book while waiting for Tim to awaken. Scratch that - you’re not going to make him breakfast. You’re going to make him lunch - doing what you can to manifest Tim not getting up for a few more hours at least.

Humming to yourself, you finish all your prep for the two meals and have just cracked an egg into the pan when you hear a heavy shuffling of feet behind you and the low deep yawn of one very exhausted Detective Tim Rockford.

“Morning, Shutterb-,” he croaks, cut off by another yawn climbing over his words.

“Tim, baby,” you go to your hardworking boyfriend and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head onto your shoulder; though you rub his back soothingly, your tone is disapproving, “You should be sleeping, Detective.”

“Can’t sleep without you,” he mumbles, still half unconscious.

“Awwww… poor baby,” you soften when you feel Tim drop the weight of his fatigue onto you; his hulking frame is overwhelming, but you do what you can support him. Chuckling, you run your hands through his soft curls, massaging soft circles into his scalp with your fingers; your heart sings a little when you hear him groan in satisfaction, “How did you used to sleep before you met me?”

Tim shrugs, “Didn’t sleep.” His answer is flippant with no real substance to it, but you suspect there is some degree of truth behind the words. Your heart breaks a little, ready to acquiesce to anything he asks of you – Tim deserves the world.

“Okay, Detective. Tell you what, this is what we’re going to do: you’re going to go back to bed right now,” at this Tim starts to grunt in protest, but you stop him with a kindly but firm tut from the back of your throat.

“I’m going to finish making my breakfast and get some things together for your lunch. Then I’ll bring my breakfast and coffee to bed and read while you sleep next to me. But,” you crouch down so that Tim is forced to look you in the eye, “you have to promise to sleep until noon.”

“And you’ll stay in bed with me the whole time?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Then I promise, Shutterbug.”

You give your book to Tim and send him off with a loving kiss to his lips and a gentle push in the direction of the bedroom; watching as he lumbers down the hall slowly.

When you finally make it back to the bedroom, steaming cup of coffee in one hand and plated breakfast sandwich in the other, you expect to see your handsome detective conked out and invading your side of the bed as usual, but instead,

“Timothy!”

A pair of guilty eyes, partially hidden behind Tim’s reading glasses, flit up and meet yours – caught in the act of reading your book instead of sleeping, Tim smiles sheepishly at you, “I haven’t read this one yet, baby.” He holds up the Agatha Christie, as if to somehow blame the book for his mischief. You place you breakfast on your bedside table and climb into bed before gently removing Tim’s glasses from his face and your book from his hand. Putting these distractions down out of his reach, you then place your small hands on the rounds of Tim’s shoulders and deliberately push down so that he starts to sink back into a laying position.

You press a long, tender kiss to his lips, one so full of devotion and warmth that it induces Tim to close his eyes, all his muscles instantly relaxing as he melts into the mattress. Satisfied, you coo, “Sleep, baby.”

Waiting until you’ve settled into a comfortable reading position, Tim wraps his arms around your leg and holds on like a koala, pressing his cheek into your softness of your hip. With one hand you pick up your book, the other you lay gently on Tim’s back – lulling him towards dreamland by tracing delicate and calming patterns up and down his spine and neck.

Tim sighs a contented sigh and murmurs into your leg, “Thank you for taking care of me, Shutterbug.”

Before you can tell Tim that there’s nothing to thank you for, that you love doing things for him, you love him, and moreover, he gives you so much – making you feel so loved, appreciated, adored, the very least you can do is try to take care of him after he comes home from taking care of the whole city, you hear his breathing even and the unmistakeable sound of Detective Rockford finally snoozing peacefully.

Gazing down at the man you love, part of you wishes Tim could always be like this: soft, safe, unguarded - but then he wouldn’t be the noble man you adore. What you can do is sit sentry by your detective’s side, protecting his respite from the big bad outside these walls for as long as you’re allowed to have him like this - until noon at least.

“Sweet dreams, Detective Rockford.”

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moonlitcelestial · 2 months ago

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Chapter 9

Beyond the Lens - Logbook Videographer!Reader x OT8 Ateez

W/C 7,878

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Previous Chapter (Chapter 8)

Disclaimer: This story is purely a work of fiction. It is not meant to assume or mock anything about Ateez, Atiny, or anything relating to what I do not know about being a videographer.

Contains she/her pronouns.

The logo in the center is mine. Please do not reuse or copy.

I strongly recommend looking at the inspiration pictures and the Pinterest boards (which will be updating as the story goes on).

General Warnings: slow burn, cussing, conflict, angst, fluff, and obliviousness.

CHAPTER WARNINGS - Overthinking and mentions of an abusive family member. Read at your own risk.

Thanks for reading <3 Moonie

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You actually woke up to your alarm this time. It had been about a week since you got to hang out with the boys after their practice. You grabbed your glasses and swung your legs over the side of the bed to get your day started. Deciding that you were going to be halfway comfortable and halfway stylish you opted to grab a big My Chemical Romance shirt and some ripped up jeans. There was no telling if you were going to be sitting and monitoring cameras or if you were going to be wearing the harness and recording the boys talking to Atiny.

After getting dressed, packing your dobok (uniform) into your backpack with your laptop, and doing your morning routine you said goodbye to the giants. Stepping into the garage you grabbed your helmet quickly putting it on and you got on Ink to head to KQ. Before you took off you tied your hair back to make sure that it wouldn't be in your way. It was steadily getting warmer and you looked forward to being able to ride more often. Thankfully you had missed the early morning chill. You blasted some Ateez on the way and you had made it there just as the others had. Getting off the bike you took off your helmet and put it under your arm. You passed Willow who was nursing what was most likely her second cup of coffee. She nodded at you and got out of her car. Forrest and Aurora were already standing on the sidewalk chatting. You smiled as you approached them deciding you were going to be a pain in the ass. You put down your helmet and jumped on Forrest’s back as a greeting. He almost toppled over with you, Aurora was laughing at your antics. You knew that he would be able to catch you because this was a normal thing for you. Once he recovered he readjusted you and stood there with you on his back, he had just continued like nothing happened. Unbeknownst to you a couple of the boys had seen you and were almost steaming at you being on his back.

Willow approached the three of you, “Who is doing what today, we need to start setting up if practice starts in an hour.”

“I have no idea, want to play kai bai bo to figure it out?” You asked, scooting up on Forrest’s back.

“Sure,” Willow held her hand out “gawi, bawi, bo” each of you held out your hands, the three of them had chosen rock while you chose scissors.

“Oh fuck all of you,” you scrambled to get off Forrest’s back. You puffed your cheeks out, snatched your helmet off of the ground and stomped away.

“You get to wear the harness today,” Aurora shouted after you. You swiped your card and marched in toward the office. Setting your helmet down on your desk you started rummaging around in the office looking for the harness that you had to wear. You had found it tucked away in one of the storage closets. Someone had the common sense to hang it, thank god that thing was damned expensive. Honestly you didn't really mind wearing the harness it was more about how they all chose the same thing and you were the odd one out.

“Good morning Shutterbug,” you turned to look at Hongjoong. He was wearing a jean jacket, sweats and a cute hat. You felt all of the tension leave your body while you turned to look at him.

“Good morning Joongie,” you bowed with a small smile on your face.

“Aish, I told you don’t do that,” he dismissed you, walking into the room. You had forgotten that he told you that. He had gotten tired of you doing that within the first few days of you being around them. The rest of your team walked in shortly after he had plopped into your chair. You set the harness down on your desk and leaned over the back of the chair, you rested your hands on Hongjoong’s shoulders and sat your head on top of his.

“What is the plan for today?” Aurora asked the room.

“We are going to be going over the last bit of our choreography to clean everything up for the MV shoot next week. We were wanting to have three cameras around the room that are stationary and someone walking around with a camera just in case we have something we would like to say to Atiny. We plan to have practice for most of the day today.”

“Sounds good, I will be the one moving around today, but I will have my computer setup in the corner so we can stream all of the cameras to it again. Let's get moving so I have the time to make sure everything is situated before everyone starts getting here.” You stepped away from Hongjoong and smiled at him when he turned around in your chair to look at you.

You grabbed the camera you would be using and put it onto the portable desk you requested from KQ. They spared no expense and had gotten you one that had a little bit of storage. You put the other backpack with the streaming things onto it as you wheeled it toward the practice room. Everyone followed you out of the room after they grabbed their cameras, tripods and suction cups. Hongjoong was walking beside you, he had almost stolen the portable desk from you but you gently hip checked him out of the way. You could feel his eyes roll as you continued walking. You made it to the practice room and wheeled yourself into the back corner opposite of their setup. Gently you unpacked all of the things you needed. First the router, then the laptop. The team had come and taken the cameralinks to set up their cameras. You got everything booted up and checked the cameras that had started to connect up.

“Fuck, I forgot the harness” you groaned throwing your head back. Forrest, the perceptive person he is, walked over to you with the harness. “You're a lifesaver, I really didn't want to have to leave to go grab it.”

“Like we have said before, where would you be without us?” He remarked walking away after you took it from him.

“Probably out playing in traffic like a chicken with its head cut off,” Willow said from across the room. You flipped her the bird and Aurora laughed at you. Hongjoong chuckled from beside you. He always watched you set up if he was there. You looked at him and squinted, you pulled your glasses down your nose to glare at him. He fell into more laughter. You pushed your glasses back up and stuck your tongue out at him. He did the same to you and you heard someone snort. Looking around you saw the choreographer. He was watching you and Hongjoong like you were two teenagers in love.

You looked at your computer and checked the angles of the cameras. “Hey Rora, you need to adjust the side mirror camera to the left just a smidge, it isn't quite centered. Tree boy, the one on the front mirror looks good. Lo, yours needs to go slightly to the right.” They minutely adjusted their cameras and you gave them a thumbs up. You grabbed the harness from where you set it down.

Joongie, can you help me into the harness? It is fairly simple. All I need you to do is adjust the buckles and help me clip everything up.” He nodded to you and stepped back so you could get it over your body. Once you had it on you turned your back to him and pulled your hair out of the way. He was gentle with pulling on the straps as he swiftly fixed it to fit you.

“Is that okay? Do I need to make it looser or tighter?” He asked.

You did a mental checklist of where the pressure was and how much movement you had. “It feels good Joongie, thank you.” you grabbed the metal arm and put it into the slot, after you were sure it was secure you grabbed your camera. Making sure the cameralink was attached and where it needed to be you booted up the camera. As soon as you turned it on it started streaming its feed to your computer. You adjusted some of the camera settings to make sure the lighting looked good. Once you were satisfied it looked good you started walking around getting the feeling for having it on after so long. Hongjoong had stuck by your portable desk and watched as you went and spoke to the rest of the team.

As you were speaking to Aurora, Hongjoong spoke up to make sure his voice reached everyone. “I just got a message that the rest of the boys will be here shortly.” You walked back to your computer. You looked at your team, they were already watching you. You nodded at them and they turned on their portion of the recording. You pushed a couple of buttons on your camera and computer making sure everything was working correctly on your end. Aurora walked over to you and the portable desk to start watching the feed. Willow was going to head back to the office because she had a deadline she needed to meet. Thankfully if anything went awry she would be close. Forrest sat himself down in the front of the room right under the camera on the mirror. You made your way to the front corner of the room to get some decent angles for the dancing shots. Hongjoong and the choreographer had started up the music and were practicing while they were waiting for everyone else to arrive. Now it was time to wait.

Thankfully you did not have to wait long as the boys had started coming in one by one. The boys had started checking their choreography as everyone was showing up. Yeosang and Seonghwa appeared not too long after you had settled watching Hongjoong and the choreographer.

Were they trying to kill you? They both looked so good. Seonghwa with a backwards cap, a black tank top, and sweats. That man was so fine. Not to mention Yeosang, he may have had a cardigan over his tank top but the small glimpse of his arms had almost sent you into cardiac arrest. You were thoroughly intrigued by Yeosang’s choice of pants today. They had high slits on both legs which prompted him to wear what looked like leggings under them. You would definitely have to ask him where he got those.

They both approached you as soon as they caught sight of you. You turned the viewfinder to the front so they could check their appearance. Both of them checked themselves out and made a couple of faces at the camera. You covered your mouth to stifle your giggle at them. They looked at you with smiles and walked off to go start prepping their choreography before the rest of them got here. You rotated the viewfinder back as San came waltzing in. He looked to make sure he was out of the way before stepping beside you and speaking in a quiet tone, “what is that? I’ve never seen something like that.” You waved to Wooyoung as he came into the room.

“It is a harness and gimbal setup that keeps my camera steady when I am filming. It is especially helpful for days like today where I know I am going to be filming a lot.”

“Ahh, I see.” He said quietly, once he was satisfied he gave you a pat on the head and walked toward Yunho at the back of the studio with the computer. All of the rest of them greeted you with a smile as they wandered in and sometimes they stayed in front of your camera to check their reflection. You snickered at each one of them while they made faces at the camera. Little did you know they were doing it to get a reaction out of you and not for Atiny.

While you were waiting for everyone to get here Seonghwa, San, and Wooyoung had taken to walking up to where you were standing and checking themselves in the flipped viewfinder; more often than you thought necessary.

As they were practicing the boys had gone in and out. You had giggled as they came back in time with their parts. Specifically when Seonghwa came in dancing backwards, and again when Mingi appeared with his sunglasses on. Those would have to be pulled from the mirror cameras to get the best shots. You pulled out your phone and texted Aurora. You watched as she grabbed her phone and hit a couple of buttons. She looked at you with a thumbs up. Through the years of working with each other you had come up with a quick system of silent communication. Ironically enough you learned it from the bastard who deleted your footage, he was all about shortcuts.

As the boys had continued practicing you knew that you would be doing lots of cuts back and forth to make sure you had most of the boys in your shots. When it came down to it you had made sure to follow the center person with your camera. Every once in a while you would catch one of them looking at you. They seemed to be acting as if you were their audience, which was going to technically be true because you would be filming them while they performed. On more than one occasion you caught them winking and smiling directly at you, you chalked it up to them flirting with the camera.

The time came for a break after about an hour of them practicing. You knew you had a short amount of time to go and grab drinks for everyone. You turned off your cameras recording and walked to the back of the room where the rest of your team was huddled up. Willow had reappeared and quickly came in a few minutes ago.

“I am going to get myself a drink, do any of you want anything?” You asked as you approached.

“I'll have a water if you don’t mind” Willow chirped

“I'll take anything with flavor!” Forrest replied shortly after

“I’m okay, I have my water.” Aurora motioned to her sticker covered tumbler sitting next to the computer.

“Okay, I will grab those and be back in a few minutes! Will one of you hold this?” You took off the arm from the harness with the camera on it and offered it out to them. Aurora took it from you. “Thanks!” You walked off following the trail of boys toward the drinks.

“Thank you for staying back for a minute, I have an interesting question to ask you. I ask that you be open minded with what I am about to ask.”

‘Okay, we are all ears.”

“We would like to ask if you think that Y/N would be remotely interested in joining our relationship.”

They all looked between each other with wide eyes. Smirks adorned their faces as they looked back to the man in front of them. They knew it.

“She has always been very open minded. I am not sure how she feels about poly relationships because I have not seen her in one, but I know that she is someone who loves wholeheartedly. I don't think she would be opposed, but more surprised.”

“Would you guys be okay with us dating her? We know that you are the closest thing she has to family here and we value your opinion.”

“I don't mind one bit, I will tell you that she is hesitant about relationships because she has been burned in the past.”

“I think that you guys will be really good for her, she deserves all of the love in the world.”

“I am hesitant because there are eight of you, but I can see how much you truly care for her so I know I will warm up to the idea. If any of you hurt her, I am not afraid of you being a very public figure, I have connections and know how to hide a body.”

“Duly noted, I will let the others know that as well.”

“We will support all of you, if anything we have been trying to get her to see how blatantly you guys have been flirting with her, she is so smart, but so oblivious.”

“We will see if we can get her to notice.”

“Thank you, for everything, your opinion on the matter means so much to us.”

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“What do you think of the choreography so far?” Seonghwa asked you as you approached the stash of drinks.

“I really like it, I am so excited to see how they pull off the concept. I'm sure all of you will look so good with whatever they come up with.” You said grabbing a couple of waters and a gatorade for Forrest.

“Wait, Y/N!” You turned to look at San who was holding a Monster out for you. “I grabbed this for you, it is getting close to your nap time so I figured you would need some sugar.“ You looked at him in shock, you could feel the heat raising up your neck.

“That's my favorite, how in the world did you know?” You asked, taking it from his outstretched hand.

“I see you with Monster a lot, this is just the one I see you with most frequently so I took a guess.” he said rubbing the back of his neck.

“You are the sweetest, thank you so much.” You kissed his cheek. His eyes got comically wide as you pulled away. You giggled and started walking back to the practice room. As you were making your way back to the practice room you could hear the laughter erupt behind you. San must be cherry red wearing that cute small embarrassed smile. When you got back to the practice room you handed the drinks to your team, took the camera arm and attached it while walking. You sat on the floor next to the farthest marker and smiled up at Yeosang who came to sit by you. Both of you sat in silence watching the rest of the boys, choreographers, and your team.

“I love being able to people watch, even though I hate people.” You watched as some of the boys were practicing to get something down. You turned to look at your team that was just hovering by the the laptop.

“I do as well, I have always wanted someone to sit and do this with as most of the boys get bored and don't pay any attention. I always like knowing what others perceive from watching others.”

“If you need someone to sit with and people watch let me know. I don't even mind if we aren't people watching and just sitting with each other. I am content just being in a room without talking.” You said with a smile. He looked at you and smiled but before he could reply Hongjoong called everyone back. You quickly put your vest back on and started recording again.

You watched as they started practicing again, in between all of the cuts you saw Jongho mess with Yeosang. He had a hold of his shoulders and was waving him around. You messaged Aurora again and she gave you a thumbs up. After a while you were watching them get back into the full swing of things

In between dancing Yunho had walked up to the camera on the mirror across the room from you. He started doing a little Ice on My Teeth dance while the others were lining things up behind him. You looked at Aurora. She was smacking Willow, who was standing beside her as calm as a cucumber. Her eyes were comically wide at the display, you didn’t text her this time because you knew she already bookmarked it. You chuckled at her, she had always been able to be calm around the boys but when it came down to Yunho she freaked the fuck out. He was her bias which was absolutely hilarious because she had his female counterpart for a wife. Both of them were such golden retrievers, she definitely had a type.

You suddenly got the craving for something sweet, you already finished your monster which deeply saddened you. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket and put in an order for you and everyone else. It wouldn’t be fair if you got something and didn’t share. You messaged Willow and asked if she would go out and get the drinks when they got here. A little while later you got the notification that they were here. You got Willow’s attention and gestured to the door. She nodded and silently made her way to go grab the drinks. She brought everything back in, handling the thirteen drinks beautifully. She grabbed hers and Aurora’s before heading back to the computer. You threw something small at Forrest to get his attention. His attention snapped to you as you pointed down to the drinks at your feet. His eyes immediately lit up and he slowly attempted to make his way over without being too suspicious, which only made him look more suspicious. You caught Aurora and Willow laughing in the back corner at him.

As soon as the boys started taking a break you got their attention and pointed to the drinks at your feet. Thank god you had taken note of what everyone liked previously, otherwise this would have been a disaster. They all lit up and made their way toward you.

“Everyone should have their own drink and one for the choreographer too.” You watched as they picked through the drinks and handed them out to each other. Each of them thanked you in their own way, Wooyoung, San, Mingi and Yunho hugged your sides being careful of the camera and harness. It was then that you noticed the ache starting to settle into your shoulders and legs. Fuck around, you had forgotten how harsh this was on your body, even if you were standing mostly still and leaning against the wall it did a number on you. It would be okay for a little while longer.

Jongho and Yeosang lifted their cups to you in a cheers motion. Seonghwa and Hongjoong smiled at you with small bows. The choreographer bowed politely and thanked you before moving over to the center of the room to talk to the boys as they rested. Most of the boys had wandered around the room listening to the choreographer as he addressed them. Mingi had a specific question about his movements and just as you were getting your camera to focus on him, San stepped in front of you.

He flirted with the camera a little before noting that the choreography was really cool. He gave you a thumbs up before he left. You looked over to Aurora and Willow and they were both snickering. You raised your eyebrow in question and they shook their heads at you. You offered a thumbs up to Aurora and she gave you one back indicating that she bookmarked the spot.

“He totally did that to just go talk to her.”

“Absolutely, the only thing is, did she notice or think of it like that? Or was it “just him speaking to Atiny”

Just shortly after you were watching the boys monitor their choreography when Mingi knocked over Wooyoung’s coffee. Hongjoong had freaked out just a little and you laughed at the whole situation. When Wooyoung got back from doing whatever he was doing he noticed his spilt coffee. Hongjoong jumped in and offered his two cents while they made up talking about a coffee date later.

You startled as Seonghwa approached. He had been in and out of the room and you hadn’t noticed him amidst the chaos. He had stepped beside you and gently put his head on your shoulder. You smiled and put your head on top of his. You could feel your heartbeat pick up and you worried that he might be able to hear how fast it was beating. Glancing over to Aurora and Willow they were already looking at you and they had raised eyebrows. Aurora broke out into a smile at something Willow whispered into her ear. She over exaggerated a wink in your direction. You rolled your eyes and looked back to your camera. Just as quickly as he appeared he left, you watched him walk back over to the choreographer and start asking questions.

You turned to look at Forrest who was at the zero mark just waiting until he was needed. “Psst, Forrest,” he looked at you with his head tilted to the side. “Can we trade for a bit? This harness is starting to hurt me.” He nodded and stood up, making sure to avoid the camera above his head. Gently and quickly you took off the harness and helped him get settled into it. Once you both were satisfied that everything was okay you ducked under the camera and walked out of the room. Thankfully you had stashed some pain medication in your KQ office.

As you wandered through the office you passed many people waving at the ones you recognized. You had passed Eden and the rest of his crew. They waved at you with large smiles. You had become close with them over the past few weeks. Generally new people freaked you out but just as soon as you got to know them you realized they were just like the boys just a little older.

You just turned the corner to the office before you heard Willow calling out your name. You turned to look at her and smiled. She caught up to you and threw her arm around your shoulder. You held back your wince and walked the rest of the way to your office.

“Are you okay, are your legs hurting you again?” She asked once you closed the door. You nodded and went to your desk digging through it to find the pain meds. You downed the pills with a drink of water you left here the other day.

Yeah, that and my shoulders, that damn thing can get heavy after having it on for hours. You bent your leg to get your knee to pop to see if it would relieve some of the pressure. It did, but you let out a groan because it also hurt like hell for a second. You glanced at Willow as she winced. You knew she was remembering when you told her about what happened in college. Which made you think back to the entire ordeal.

You had been filming something for a school project and one step wrong while you were framing a shot led to it popping out and right back into place. Being the busy dumbass you are you didn’t rest properly after doing that and you had to get a surgery to fix the instability. Which led to you being out for almost a year learning how to walk again. On the plus side you did have a gnarly looking scar on your left knee. You put your foot back on the ground and tested your weight on that leg. Thankfully you were stable, sometimes you wobbled after a pop like that.

“Come on, we should probably get back, the boys were taking a quick break before starting to film the full thing.”You nodded and started to walk toward the door, you almost got smacked in the face with how quickly the door swung open. You leapt back just a little and looked to see who had flung open the door. Yunho stood there with a large smile.

“Damnit Yuyu you almost took me out,” you rolled your eyes and walked over to the tall man. Making a shooing motion you ushered him out of the doorway so you could get back to the practice room. He threw his arm around you as soon as you got into the hallway. You felt the twinge of pain flare up at the place he rested his arm around your shoulders. You shook your head at him and turned to look at Willow who was just a step behind you. She was smiling at you mischievously. You ignored the look and turned to look at Yunho, he was smiling at some of the people you passed by. His face was a little red from practicing all day. The thing that caught you most was when he turned to look at you, his eyes widened just a hair and you saw his face get just slightly more red. He held eye contact with you for what felt like a millisecond before greeting Eden and his team.

This man is so beautiful. His personality shines so brightly when he is surrounded by the people who support him. You could tell that everyone here cared for him, and he them. Most of the people you passed greeted him, and by extension you. You smiled politely and kept walking. Not even half of those people had greeted you, even some of the ones you recognized.

Why would someone like him want to be associated with you? Why would someone so much like a ray of sunshine want to be anywhere near someone who was a shadow. You could feel yourself falling into your old habits, ones that weren’t mentally healthy. You could see the light he brought to a room. How well loved he is and compared yourself to him, how could you not; especially when it was all you grew up with.

Why can’t you be more like them? Why can’t you have a social life like them? Why do you stay in your room all the time? Why haven’t you found yourself a boyfriend yet? Why aren’t you going to school for something actually useful like a doctor? How come all you wear is black? Why not add some color to your wardrobe?

Before you even realized you were back in the practice room. Forrest was hanging out talking to Yeosang and San about something. You pulled away from Yunho and headed to where Forrest had been. You sat against the mirror. Closing your eyes you focused on the cool seeping into you, it was grounding. Focusing on your body however leads you to feel the pain of your shoulders and knee. You raised your right hand to gently massage the junction between your shoulder and neck. You opened your eyes to see Hongjoong and Jongho looking at you with concerned looks on their faces. You waved them off with the hand that was massaging your shoulder. You let your other hand rest on your knee to put some pressure on it so maybe it would stop hurting so bad.

“One more time and then we run it through to record it.” You heard the choreographer say from the side of the room. Everyone shifted back into being professionals and you watched as they almost flawlessly danced to the rhythm pumping through the speakers.

“Y/n, can you record this or me while I watch?” The choreographer asked you. You nodded and stood up slowly bracing your hands on your knees. Everyone went to the mirrors to cover them. Once they finished you grabbed your phone from your pocket and started the recording. You had taken some creative liberties with the recording, making sure to follow the leads and get closer to the choreography as needed. Once they finished dancing you walked to the back with them to plug in your phone so they could watch the video.

“I love the angles you got Y/n,” Yunho said, his eyes not leaving the monitor. The rest of them hummed in agreement. You heard someone behind you and turned to find a couple of people you didn’t recognize. You took a step to the side, effectively running into Jongho. You smiled sheepishly at him and subconsciously rubbed your shoulder. Taking a step back you felt your heel catch something. You stopped all movement and realized it was one of the new people. You muttered a sorry as he stepped aside to let you out. Quickly stepping away from the huddle of men you released a breath. You went to the only solid wall and leaned against it. Your heart was beating a little faster and you could feel your breath coming out a little quicker. You closed your eyes and tightened your hands into fists. Now isn’t the fucking time for this.

You aren’t there, you are here. You could feel your heartbeat slow a little as you muttered the affirmation to yourself over and over. You are surrounded by good people, not your father and his friends. You aren’t their punching bag, they are normal people. Your breathing started to even back out from the erratic pattern. Thinking about that wretched man has always sent you into a more sensitive state. He haunted you even after all this time, you could feel the ghost of him at your back sometimes; just waiting to grab you and throw you around. You could still hear the hurtful words that he had thrown at you. Once remembered they chimed through you like a bell; the reverberations always lingering. You opened your eyes and counted down from twenty releasing a long breath.

Thankfully the boys hadn’t noticed as they were too wrapped up in their monitoring. Aurora, Willow and Forrest did though. You could feel their looks on you. You turned to the side and looked at Aurora and Willow. Willow mouthed “are you okay?” you gave her a small nod and looked back at the boys. They had separated and were chattering about how to fix some of the more minute details. You went and grabbed your phone before heading back to the front of the room awaiting further instructions. You watched as the choreographer went over things with a couple of the boys. Yeosang had wandered out of the room for something and as he made his way back you watched as he closed the door with his butt. You couldn't hold back the laughter that erupted from you. His gaze snapped to you as he realized that you were one of the only ones who saw him. He blushed cherry red and put his head down wandering toward the monitor in the back.

Everyone had practiced a little more and as Wooyoung was leaving the monitoring station he yelled Movement check and you watched as Seonghwa glared at him and shook his head. You lightly laughed at the reference.

The rest of the day went smoothly you had only had to do a couple more takes of them doing their thing until they were done. You helped Forrest out of the vest and carried it out of the room. Aurora and Willow were quick to dismantle the rest of your setup and made their way after you and Forrest. Once you were happy with where everything was you grabbed your helmet and started toward Ink.

“Hey Y/N want to go out to eat with us?” You turned around and were met with San and Yunho.

“If it were any other day, I would love to but I have weekly plans.” You responded, hefting your backpack over your shoulder. Your laptop and your change of clothes which made it fairly heavy. Thankfully the meds had kicked in and you were relatively pain free.

“Ahh I see, well I hope you have fun! We will see you soon,” San said with a large smile and a hug.

“Thank you, see you soon!” You replied, returning the hug and giving Yunho one as well. You meandered the rest of the way to Ink before heading out. You needed the reprieve from today and this was one of the few ways you could escape. You felt the wind in your hair as you drove to one of your favorite places. After a short drive you arrived at The Black Dragon. You have been coming here for just over seven years. It had become a home away from home. When you did some looking into it, and after a few unsuccessful classes, you fell in love with this studio and how their people treated you like family. The owners treat everyone with kindness and are some of the most open minded people you have met.

You got off of Ink and toted your backpack into the dojang. They had all greeted you with warm smiles as you made your way to the small bathroom to change out of your outfit into your all black dobok. You had been recently instructing some of the younger children in your free time before your class took place. You absolutely loved being able to connect and teach them and you seemed to be a fan favorite of the parents because of how you responded to their kids. Most of the time you had heard complaints that the other instructors elsewhere were too hard on them but you pride yourself on being understanding and kind to them. They were little kids after all.

You walked out to the main room and saw some of your students stretching and having fun. Once they noticed you they all ran to hug you chattering about the week they have had since they last saw you.

“Sabum-nim, have you had a good week?” You heard one of the boys ask you.

“Yes, I have had an excellent week.” You ruffled the boy’s hair as you walked past him to the front of the room. When you were satisfied that everyone was here you started the class. You went through the basics just like normal. Going through the lines of children you made small adjustments to some of their stances. Once you were satisfied with how they had progressed you started teaching them something new.

About an hour later you dismissed the class and greeted some of the parents that had been sitting and watching the class. They all loved to chatter about how the children practiced at home and how much they adored you. Once all of the young children and their families left, all of the adults started filing in. Your class was about to begin, this was something that you looked forward to each week. It helped you release the tension that you were holding. You started your basic stretches, your mind and body falling into autopilot. You were so in your zone that you hadn't noticed a person speaking to you until they put a hand on your shoulder as they walked around in front of you. Because you were in your zone your instinctive response was to knock them on their ass. You kicked at their knees, wrapped your arm around the one on your shoulder, jabbed them in the throat, and knocked their legs out from under them. You heard his shout which brought you back to reality. You looked down to the person who had scared the shit out of you to notice it was a man. You had never seen him before in all of your years coming here. Some of the other people that had been stretching beside you snickered as the man that was on the floor groaned. They knew better than to touch you without your permission especially when you were warming up. They knew how you got after years of learning beside you.

“Ah I see you've met Ji-ho.” You heard Iesul speak from a few feet away. She was one of the women that started about the time you did. You smiled wide at her and walked over to her. She had been away from practice because she just had a baby, you must have missed her the past couple of times because your schedules did not always line up. You stretched your arms out to offer her a hug and she gladly accepted.

“I've missed having you around, how are you? How is your beautiful baby?”

“I am doing well, the baby boy is doing well too, this is one of the first couple times I have been back since I have had him.” She responded with enthusiasm. Her voice dropped to a whisper, “He has been here almost every day since last week according to the owner’s wife. He seems to think he is the shit and has been hitting on some of the women around here. If you ask me I think he needed to be knocked down a peg.” You laughed at her and the rest of the people in the short vicinity of you did as well.

You heard someone clap and you turned around and moved to get into your place next to Iesul. You all bowed to Instructor Chung Ae as he looked down to the floor at Ji-ho who was still in the fetal position clutching his windpipe.

“What are you doing?” He deadpanned. You held back your snicker at his monotone question. He was one of the goofiest men you had met, once you got to know him. You and he had become close over the years. He and his wife had often given you some of the food they had prepared for dinner to take home. He always treated you well and held you to a high standard. Much like a father figure would. He was the closest thing that you had to a true father, even though you only saw him about once a week.

“Y/N handed his ass to him after he touched her while she was in her zone.” Someone piped up from the back. Everyone snickered at the response. Instructor Chung Ae looked at you and raised his eyebrow. You smirked and shrugged at him, he smiled at you shaking his head.

“Get up, if you cannot understand the personal space of other people, or take a couple of punches, you can see yourself out.”

Ji-ho got up off the floor and glared at you. You had seen worse glares from babies. All you did was smile at him which seemed to piss him off further. He took his spot toward the back of the room and you turned back to Instructor Chung Ae. Once he was satisfied that Ji-ho was not going to be any more of a hindrance he began the class.

You continued with everyone for about an hour. Your movements seemed to be smoother and your head clearer once you were finished. The earlier fog and lingering thoughts had dissolved away the more you went through the motions. This class has always brought you clarity, sometimes you came here to clear your mind when you needed inspiration for shoots. There was just something so cathartic about losing yourself in the movements. Most of the time you would join in on whatever class was going at the time, and if it was late you just went cruising on Ink.

After changing and stopping to chat with some of the other people around you said your goodbyes and made your way out to Ink. As you approached you noticed someone standing next to it, Ji-ho.

Of fucking course.

“What's up?” You asked as you approached him and your bike. You were really hoping that he was out here to apologize for invading your space. If you knew his type though, it would be the absolute opposite. Thankfully if he made a scene you had parked close enough to the front of the dojang that they would see you.

“What the fuck was that in there? Why did you have to embarrass me in front of everyone? I demand an apology.” He got very close and in your face. This man was really asking to be not only punched but laid out on his ass again.

“First of all, please step the fuck back and get out of my face, we have already established I can put you on your ass. Second of all, if you hadn't noticed, we are close enough to the front of the dojang that we have an audience.” You said looking over your shoulder. There were several people watching you in the window, including Instructor Chung Ae and his wife. “Third of all, I am not afraid of people like you in the slightest. You may act like a big macho man but all you are is a weak ass little boy. I heard about you from a couple of the people there and I can guarantee if you take one more step out of line you will be banned from this establishment. Fourth, you do not deserve an apology for something that could have been prevented by using your common sense to not touch someone when they are not paying attention. So I very highly suggest that you walk the fuck away before anything else happens.” you stated.

He looked at you very unimpressed. He reached out to grab you but before he could even fully raise his arm you heard the ding of the front door. Instructor Chung Ae and his wife came out of the building, you took a side step and bowed to the couple. She had a small thing of tupperware in her hands and a large smile as they approached you.

“Everything okay out here Y/N?” Instructor Chung Ae asked as he approached the two of you.

“That is up to him,” you said, poking a thumb over your shoulder.

“Everything out here is great, I was just complimenting her on her bike, it is very beautiful.” Ji-ho said with a tight lipped smile.

Instructor Chung Ae’s wife stepped closer to you, handed you the tupperware and said “you forgot your dinner inside, we figured we would bring it out to you and thank you for helping instruct the children, they seem to love you.”

You bowed and accepted it with both hands. “Thank you!”

“Well if everything is okay out here we will let you get home Y/N,” Instructor Chung Ae said, clapping his hand on Ji-ho’s shoulder practically dragging him back inside. Instructor Chung Ae’s wife stayed behind for a second.

“Are you okay? She whispered to you.

“Yes I am perfectly fine, for the safety of the others I would highly recommend him being banned. He was out here demanding an apology and being a complete asshole. I am sure if you hadn't come out he would have ended up back on his ass.” You said in a hushed tone.

“Consider it done, we will see you next week," she said cheerfully. She turned around and walked back to the building. You looked down at the tupperware in your hand and couldn't help but to be thankful for the two of them and their dojang.

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hello, would you do an alex turner x musician reader? she's just as famous with a solid fanbase, and they get a lot of media attention and even called a power couple of some sort. yet behind closed doors they're like any ordinary couple that love each other the most and doesn't care about what other people say about them? basically lots of fluff. i hope this makes sense! <3

Between The Chords

Alex Turner x musician!reader

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a/n: Thank you sm for this request!

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The paparazzi's camera flashes momentarily blind you as you exit the airport, arm in arm with Alex, you try to speed walk through attempting to reach the car in one piece, all while the shutterbugs yell things like:

“Do you think you’ll be up for a BRIT this year?

And

“Y/n, any thoughts on the criticism of your new single?”

“These paps seem tame enough, non invasive especially for LA’s standards.” You thought, though their relentless camera flashes were starting to turn your mild headache into a full on migraine. You were fairly new to the scene, your debut album having blown up a little over a year ago, Alex on the other hand was slightly more well versed in the music industry, maybe that was what drew you to him -his experience- he’s become sort of a lighthouse keeping you afloat among the madness.

After what felt like an eternity you finally reach the car. Alex, ever the gentleman, holds the car door open for you, once you’re in he climbs in next to you, his fingers naturally finding yours, intertwining them as the car eases forward.

“God, I have such a headache,” you groan, burying your face against his neck.

“Oh, me poor baby,” Alex teases, smirking. “Need some Aspirin?”

“Shuddup.” You grin despite yourself. It’s like his superpower—making you smile through anything.

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The hum of the engine and the faint rhythm of raindrops against the windshield make the drive almost peaceful. Alex’s thumb absentmindedly strokes the back of your hand, his warmth lulling you into a half-daze. Before you know it, the car slows to a stop outside your place.

“You alive, love?” Alex murmurs, squeezing your hand.

Barely. You just want to crawl into bed—but with him, of course.

Inside, the familiarity of home washes over you. Despite four months of touring, you both fall into your usual routine like no time has passed. Instead of unpacking like a responsible adult, you strip down and slip into a pair of Alex’s boxers and his hoodie—your real post-tour uniform—before heading downstairs.

Alex is already in the kitchen, and you watch him from the couch, your favorite spot for early morning and late-night admiration.

“Whatcha makin’?” you call, arms draped over the back of the couch. The open layout of your home—a design choice you hadn’t realized you’d love so much—means you get a perfect view of him moving around the kitchen, a bonus you fully take advantage of every time he makes breakfast shirtless.

Alex returns from the kitchen, a steaming mug in hand. “Doctor’s orders,” he jokes, handing it over with a lopsided grin. “Drink up before your headache gets worse.”

You take a sip, the warmth spreading through you. “When did you get your medical degree?”

“Oh, love, I’ve been a specialist in you for ages,” he quips, nudging you playfully.

“Stop it.” You blush bashfully, hiding your face in his chest.

He chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before reaching behind the couch to pull out his guitar. “Mind if I play some tunes?”

“Now?” You raise a brow, amused. “You just survived an eight-hour flight, and you still have energy for this?”

“Yes, now while I still have my gorgeous muse beside me.” He starts to strum out a tune on his guitar, his fingers moving with practiced ease until he reaches the F Major, the one chord that always seems to trip him up.

You’re playing it wrong,” you say, watching him fumble with the chord.

“I am Alex Turner, y’know.” He says smugly while still trying to perfect the chord.

“Then act like it,” you tease, playfully nudging his shoulder. You set your mug down before briskly taking the guitar to show him how it's done.

“Look,” you say, shifting closer, “put your index here, and your middle on this string—like this.” You guide his fingers into place, your hands lingering over his.

He looks up at you, his eyes glinting under the warm glow of the lamp. “What would I do without my genius of a girlfriend?”

Alex strums the chord again, this time getting it right transitioning into a melody. It’s slow, almost hypnotic, and then he starts singing—low and soft, just for you.

You rest your head against his shoulder, letting his voice wrap around you like a warm blanket.

“You falling asleep on me already?” Alex murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair.

“M’not,” you mumble, but your body betrays you, melting further into him.

He chuckles. “That’s what they all say before they start drooling on me hoodie.”

You swat at him weakly. “I do not drool.”

“Right. Just like I don’t mess up F Major.”

You groan, hiding your face against his chest. “I regret helping you.”

“No, you don’t.” His voice is warm, teasing. “And you love me.”

You huff, but your sleepy smile gives you away. “Yeah, yeah.”

Fame could be loud. But moments like this? This was what really mattered.

Speaking of fame, the airport paparazzi pictures have already been posted to social media, both your fandoms were going absolutely berserk over the images. Since Alex was a grandpa about social media you had to read out all the comments to him. Well maybe only the nice ones.

“Wanna hear what the internet has to say about us?”

He hums, strumming idly on his guitar. “Oh, go on then. What’s the verdict?”

You clear your throat and read dramatically, “‘Rock’s Most Stylish Couple Spotted in L.A.: Y/N Stuns in Casual Chic While Turner Keeps It Classic.'"You glance down at yourself—his hoodie and boxers, your hair still slightly messy from the flight. “Casual chic, huh?”

Alex looks over, eyes flicking lazily across your outfit. “Yeah, proper high fashion, that.”

You snort, scrolling down. “Oh, this one’s good—‘Alex Turner and Y/N Y/L/N prove once again they’re the definition of couple goals.’”

Alex smirks but doesn’t look up from his guitar. “Ah, well, hate to break it to ‘em, but we’re actually a disaster behind closed doors.”

You roll your eyes, scrolling further until a tweet makes you burst into laughter. ‘Alex and Y/N are real-life couple goals. If they ever break up, love isn’t real.’

You turn to Alex, raising a brow. “No pressure or anything.”

Alex finally stops strumming and squints at your phone. “They’re putting that much faith in us?”

“Oh, absolutely,” you tease. “Apparently, we’re single-handedly holding the concept of love together.”

Alex sets his guitar aside and tugs you closer, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple. “Well then, guess we’ve got no choice, love.”

You grin, leaning into him. “Guess not.”

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NO1 PARTY ANTHEM

The look of love, the rush of blood

The "She's with me" is the Gallic shrug

The shutterbugs, the Camera Plus

The black and white and the color dodge

The good time girls, the cubicles

The house of fun, the number one

Party anthem, oh

han, a guy you would rarely find a party and yn, that one girl glowing under the clubs neon lights. perhaps the drinks and dancing was fate for both of them? maybe not, but the headaches were worth it all.

warnings ! swearing. a LOT of swearing, kys/kms jokes, threats, angst, fluff, suggestive scenes, mentions of death, plzz ignore timestamps 🥲 i cant be bothered to change the time cus im lazy

taglist ! (open)

status ! ongoing

A/N ! all the characters are over 18 btw! They're in their last year of highschool (based off Korean school age system)

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🪩 🎉

the roomies

00 so youre on the prowl wondering whether

01 she left already or not

02 leather jacket, collar popped like cantona

03 never knowing when to stop

04 sunglasses indoor is par for the course

05 lights in the floors and sweat on the walls

06 cages and poles

07 call of the search for your soul

08 or put it on hold again

09 shes having a sly indoor smoke

10 and she calls the folks who run this,

11 her oldest friends

12 sipping a drink and laughing at imaginary jokes

13 as all the signals sent,

14 her eyes invite you to approach

15 and it seems as though those lumps in your throat

16 that you just swallowed have got you going

17 come on (6x)

18 number one party anthem.

19 shes a certified mind blower

20 knowing full, well, that i dont

21 may suggest theres somewhere from

22 which i might know her

23 just to get the ball to roll

24 drunken monologues, confused because

25 its not like im falling in love, i just want ya

26 to do me no good

27 you look like you could

28 come on (6x)

29 number one party anthem.

30 come on (3x)

31 before the moments gone

32 number one party anthem, yeah, yeah

33 the look of love, the rush of blood

34 the 'she's with me''s the gallic shrug

35 the shutterbug, the camera plus

36 the black and white and the colour dodge

37 the good time girls, the cubicles

38 the house of fun, the number one

39 party anthem, oh.

#skz smau #stray kids #skz x reader #han #han jisung #han x reader #han jisung x reader #skz #skz fanfic #skz imagines #kpopidol #kpop #kpop x reader #skz fluff #skz angst #angst

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merryfortune · 1 month ago

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Hair Like Gold

Written for the March 2025 Ficwip Discord 1000 Words Picture Prompt

Title: Hair Like Gold

Ship: Farmer/Haley

Fandom: Stardew Valley

Word Count: 1,000

Rating: G

Warning: None

Tags: Fluff, Crushes, Developing Relationship, Character Development

The first thing the Farmer thought when she saw Haley was, “Wow.”

Awe slipped out of her mouth with ease. She smiled, awkwardly, and introduced herself. As she had been introducing herself to many of the community members whose town she had just moved into but Haley… Haley was something else.

“Piece of work” might be the most apt description, though.

She had all the airs of the metropolitan women that the Farmer was used to seeing back at in Zuzu City. However, in the context of the sprawling, green park around her and the open azure skies with only a mountain to blot out the sun, Haley was different. The beauty that she embodied, artificial makeup and indifferent facade, was at odds with the Valley’s natural surroundings.

Regardless, the Farmer was all but instantly smitten.

It was a shame, though, that all reverie of beauty was shattered when Haley opened her mouth and proceeded to show the Farmer just what kind of person she was. Rude, closed off, cold like winter.

Not to worry though, the Farmer was nothing if not persistent. These were her neighbours and she didn’t want to be stuck in that cubicle life anymore where she knew no one and no one knew her. Besides, there wasn’t much else to do around here whilst she waited for her fruit and vegetables to grow so she may as well go and bother the locals.

Like with how she would go and say hi to Haley.

As there was one little moment that the Farmer thought back to in hindsight, when she finally saw past Hayely’s icy demeanour. It had been summer and Hayely mentioned something offhandedly about her name: how it alluded to a field of wheat but she preferred to think of it as a field of sunflowers.

What a wonderful sentiment. That’s when she realised, in the haze of the noonday heat, that she was finally getting somewhere with her friendship with Haley. So, The Farmer bought sunflower seeds afterwards on a lovestruck whim.

Haley came to appreciate the attention. She didn’t have very many people around who treated her intelligently, Alex underestimated her and Emily smothered her, for example. The Farmer didn’t and so, eventually, Haley warmed up to the woman from the once abandoned and now thriving farm to the west of town.

Something she did, of course, take notice of, by the way. Anyone would. The Farmer started out with nothing but the roof over her head. Now look at her. She had a massive orchard, bustling barns and coops, nothing but the best facilities to further enhance her produce by turning it into mayonnaise, preserves, and more.

The Farmer was as rich as she was filthy.

All day everyday the Farmer was up to her knees in dirt and muck. She mined, she harvested, she fished. She did everything herself as an efficient one-woman machine and provided so much in return, good milk and eggs, delicious fruits and still found the time of day to greet everyone around town. She was such a good worker. It didn’t matter if it was the office or the great outdoors, the Farmer was reaping the reward of her own hard labour.

Something Haley couldn’t relate to and that was a problem breathing down her neck.

On a lovely autumn day, the Farmer found Haley in the crisp, Cindersap Forest by its tumbling rivers. Birds were chirping and there was a piquant breeze that carried dried leaves. Usually, Haley was quite the shutterbug, flitting around and getting every sparkle of the sun reflected off the river’s flowing waters but not today.

She sat glumly on the edge and the Farmer joined her.

“What’s the troubles, bubbles?” the Farmer asked.

“I owe Emily some money…” Haley confessed. “For groceries. She’s making a huge deal of it but sometimes since I have no job and hate working, and I can’t believe I’m saying it,but” Haley made an annoyed face here, “Emily’s right. I have no sense of responsibility. I need a job. Something.”

“But you do have something.” the Farmer said. “Your photos, ever think of selling them like Leah does with her sculptures?”

Haley huffed, “As if anyone wants these.”

“I do.” the Farmer said. “I bet one of your pictures would look lovely framed on my dresser.”

Haley blinked, “Do you really mean it?” Her expression scrunched up earnestly.

“Of course I do.” the Farmer insisted.

“Well, um, if you like, how about two hundred gold, that’d cover dinner last night…” Haley said.

“Deal.” the Farmer replied.

Haley smiled and she offered the Farmer the latest polaroid of the Cindersap Forest. It was beautiful. Pristine. The photo showed fall in all its glory: the equinox sun, the change of the seasons, the river’s expanse.

Satisfied with her purchase, the Farmer paid Haley the price she had asked for. Tink, tink, tink: the Farmer emptied the exact amount requested into Haley’s hands.

Haley’s jaw dropped. The Farmer giggled at her reaction, oddly nostalgic. She had been just the same way when Mayor Lewis had deposited her first bundle of gold in thanks for the cauliflower and parsnips that she had grown a little while after she had first arrived in the Valley.

“I can’t believe this is real.” Haley exclaimed.

“So, tell me, how does it feel?” the Farmer asked. “To earn your first sum of gold.”

Recovering from her own sincerity, Haley replied, stubbornly, “It doesn’t suck. I guess.” There was, however, a flicker through her face as she rolled her eyes. She read, briefly, as playful or even grateful. Maybe even flirtatious. “I, uh, really appreciate the paycheque.”

“One of many I’m sure.” the Farmer beamed.

“Thank you.” Haley smiled.

She held onto the gold preciously as she flashed her pearly whites. Her blonde hair was haloed by the sun and her face illuminated by her pride made manifest in the form of all those coins that the Farmer had paid her.

#femslash #stardew valley #haley x farmer #farmer x haley #haley stardew valley #haley sdv #farmer stardew valley #writing tag #hair like gold

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ali-annals · 1 year ago

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Stupid in Love

Pairing: Tim Drake x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T | WC: 2.3k | Ao3 | Summary:

Tim meets a competent new companion in his fight to make Ra's al Ghul's life hell. They just might be a match made in heaven (after all, Timari heaven is Ra's hell).

CW: Implied/Referenced Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mentions of Blood, PG-13 Kissing, Getting Tattoos

A/N: Finally got out of my writing slump to sprint this out for @official-timari-server Shutterbug Station's 2024 Angst vs Fluff war. Obviously, I'm on the side of Fluff. Inspired by Stupid in Love by MAX (ft Huh Yunjin) <3

Tim coughed, holding his sleeve over his nose and mouth as he attempted not to inhale the red smoke, fumbling in his utility belt for his rebreather.

He stepped back, his back bumping into the stone wall of the cave he was currently stuck in. He twirled his bo staff with his free hand anxiously, peering through the ruby haze for any sign of the people he knew were surrounding him.

His blood-slicked fingers finally found the small but essential piece of equipment and he hastily raised it to his face. Something rocketed past him, appearing from a previously-hidden exit right by his shoulder, causing him to drop the rebreather with an aggravated sigh.

He coughed again, stooping to pick up the rebreather and fit it in his mouth. The cloud of the unknown gas slowly cleared and he blinked his watering eyes, sliding his feet into a defensive position. The assassins were taking an awfully long time to attack him, wasting the confusion that the haze would have provided while he was distracted getting his rebreather.

A twinge of pain shot up his arm from a lucky slice an assassin had gotten in on him, the blood sluggishly dripping down his arm and making his grip on his staff slippery.

Tim shook his head, clearing his vision. Someone was fighting the assassins. At first glance, it appeared to be another assassin, clothed in black and swinging around a staff just like him, but their style of uniform was sleeker and had neon green accents.

Despite having the colour of the Lazarus Pits on them, Tim was sure they weren’t affiliated with the League he (and they) were currently fighting.

They were ruthless yet precise in their movements, dispatching the assassins easily. Only a couple made it past them to attack him, and he easily took them out, renewed adrenaline and hope rushing through him at the obvious help the newcomer was currently providing.

Whether he would have to fight them after the League assassins were done fighting the two of them was another question, but Future Tim could answer that. Current Tim was impressed with the fluidity of their moves as they knocked the last three out.

They didn’t spare Tim a glance, striding determinedly down another pathway to an open room, the waters an eerie green. Ra’s al Ghul was there. Tim caught the look of surprise on the man’s face when Tim was not the first one to step out of the tunnel into the pool room.

Without so much as a stutter, the newcomer continued their stride across the rocky surface, jumping over the sword Ra’s raised, pinning him to the rock wall with one clawed hand.

In the brighter room (courtesy of the Pit’s refraction), Tim could see that their uniform was reminiscent of Catwoman’s, though more practical and less sexy. He still found it attractive.

Someone else pinning the pain in his ass to a wall (granted, said pain in the ass was smiling cockily and didn’t appear that concerned, but hey, he was still pinned to the wall; Tim would take what he could get); he was halfway in love as it was, not to mention their incredibly skilled moves and obvious self-assuredness.

“Say bye-bye to your precious Pit,” they sneered, raising their fist to Ra’s face. A bubbling mass of black that gave Tim major Creepy:™: vibes formed in their fist.

It was then that Ra’s’s face became fearful. “No!”

“You’re too late to beg off of this, Ra’s,” they sneered. “The 1100’s called, they want their Pits back.”

The black bubbles hit the green liquid, fizzing ominously and causing a great cloud of green steam to fill the room. When the air cleared, all that was left was the empty rocky circle in the middle of the room, not a drop of liquid to be found anywhere.

The Catwoman-assassin person let go and Ra’s dropped to his knees, crawling to the rim of the now-desert pool. “NO!”

They scoffed and turned towards the pathway, where Tim still stood, a little confused and a lot in love.

“Who are you?”

“Lady Noire,” they replied. “You can have him, if you want him,” they jerked their chin at the despairing assassin behind them. “I’m done, figured this would be more painful than death, but I don’t care if you finish him off.”

Tim blinked. “I don’t really kill, but thanks for the offer. How did you do that?”

“Destroy the Pit?” Lady Noire shrugged. “What, like it’s hard? I know who made it so I just reversed the process.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said. “Marry me?”

“Sure, why not.” They stepped forward, close enough he could make out feminine features and catlike Lazarus-green eyes, taking his hand. “You should probably get your injuries tended to first, though.”

“Good point.”

“You’re lucky I have extensive experience in patching people–mostly myself–-up,” Lady Noire said, leading him back through the trail of unconscious assassins to the fresh air of their mountainous surroundings.

“Do you get hurt often?”

“Yep, I’m pretty clumsy.”

Tim struggled to comprehend that. “But…you’re amazing in a fight. As good as me with that staff.”

“Being good at fighting isn’t mutually exclusive from being a klutz,” they said.

Tim thought of Bruce. “You’re right. So, wanna take my plane to Vegas?”

“You were serious about the marrying you thing?”

“Yeah. You’re a great fighter, you have a secret identity, you’re enemies with Ra’s, we’re practically the same person. It’s clearly fate.”

They smirked. “Sure, Fate. Well, it’s not like I have anything to get back to and you’re pretty talented yourself and we get along well. Why not marry you?”

Tim removed the cloaking tech making the Bat-jet invisible and climbed in. “Coming?”

~~~

The flight from Nepal to Nevada only confirmed Tim’s thoughts that Lady Noire was perfect for him. She was a coffee addict like him, a child vigilante like him, a Ra’s hater like him, a bo staff prodigy like him, and more. They shared the same music taste and agreed on wacky conspiracy theories (or were they theories, if he had proof?).

“So, whose last name are we gonna take?” she asked, watching the cloud cover over Las Vegas come closer as he began their descent. “Mine’s already hyphenated, so we probably don’t want to add a third and-or fourth hyphen to that.”

“We can share mine,” he offered. “Unless you have some opinions about not taking your significant other’s name.”

“Not really, I can still continue my business under my maiden name, even if I change my initials after marriage.” Marinette shrugged. “Marinette Drake sounds nice to me.”

“It has a certain ring to it,” Tim agreed, coasting the jet to a stop in the middle of the desert surrounding the city. “Do you want to shop for rings together?”

“Sure, we can continue our date in the jewelry store.”

~~~

Marinette walked down the aisle to meet Tim and the Elvis impersonator officiating their wedding.

“Dearly beloved,” the officiant began, addressing Marinette, Tim, and the two wedding hall-supplied witnesses. Neither of them had wanted anyone specific at their wedding, agreeing that combining both of their friendgroups’ chaos would be too much.

“Could we skip straight to the ‘I Do’s?” Marinette asked.

Elvis nodded. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do you take Timothy Drake to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” She smiled up at him, blue eyes sparkling.

“Timothy Drake, do you take Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” He squeezed her calloused hand.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Their first kiss was short and sweet, the two breaking away with wide smiles. Once the papers were signed and witnessed, the new couple headed out with cheerful dispositions.

“Where do you want to go to honeymoon?” Tim asked, rubbing his finger over the ring on his new wife’s hand.

“Paris,” she said immediately. “I haven’t been back in years and I want to see if it really is the City of Love.”

“Any city will be the city of love if you’re there,” he teased, taking great pleasure in seeing her blush.

They made their way back to the Bat-jet, once again cloaked against curious eyes, and Tim charted the course to Paris.

~~~

Marinette stopped on the street, pulling Tim back. “We should get matching tattoos!”

Tim considered it. “What type are you thinking?”

“Something small and simple, don’t worry,” she said, stepping into the tattoo parlour they’d paused in front of. “What if we drew each other a heart and did that?”

Tim nodded. “That sounds cute. Let’s do it.”

The tattoo artist accepted walk-ins, and once they proved they were both of age, quickly got them set up.

Marinette’s perfectly symmetrical heart went on Tim’s left ring finger, where it could take the place of his ring when he had to take it off for work or vigilantism.

Marinette got his slightly lopsided heart on her right ring finger, saying she didn’t want to cover it with her ring when she could look at it every day.

The tattoos were small and they’d both faced worse pain almost every day, so their session ended quickly.

They stepped into the sunny day, non-tattooed hand in hand, careful not to let their neatly-wrapped fingers touch.

“I’m hungry,” Tim proclaimed.

“I happen to know a lovely spot that gets rave reviews,” Marinette replied, swinging his hand between them. “Let’s go, lover boy.”

~~~

The blank face of Batman was only blank if you weren’t a Bat. Tim could read all the worry and confusion in his muscle tightness as soon as he opened the door to Marinette’s balcony.

Wonder Woman stood behind Batman supportively.

Tim groaned. “You ratted me out to B on my honeymoon? I knew Paris wasn’t safe,” he tsked.

“Tim?” Marinette called, stepping out of the bathroom with her hair in a towel from her shower.

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you were with Ladybug. Batman was worried. It’s been a week since you went off-grid, but Oracle was able to find the Bat-jet’s logs and see your last flight was here. What happened?”

“I met Lady Noire in Nepal and we hit it off and decided to get married. B, Marinette Drake. Mari, Batman.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Marinette, bumping Tim with her hip to get out of her way so she could meet her father-in-law. “Hi, Diana. Good to see you, if a little unexpected.”

“Marinette...Drake?” Batman looked between the couple slowly.

“Yep, we got married in Vegas. I thought the paperwork would’ve gone through and pinged on the Batcomputer by now,” Tim said. “Anyways, you’ve seen everything’s chill here, so thanks for coming, we’ll be sure to see you soon, adieu.” He attempted to shoo Batman out of the way so he could close the door and escape back inside.

“Tim, you’re not acting like yourself.” Batman gripped his arm gently to stall him. “What happened to you in Nepal?”

“Nothing. We took out the assassins after us and Mari evaporated the Pit and then we got married in Vegas, keep up. It’s our honeymoon, we’re taking a break, we’re not in immediate danger. Relax,” Tim pushed Batman’s hand off of him.

Batman caught his hand, staring at the tattoo on his finger, then looking to Marinette’s hand.

Before either of them blinked, Batman had a needle in Tim’s arm and was drawing blood.

“Hey!” Tim yelped.

“We might as well prove we’re fine, right?” said Mari calmly, stroking down his other arm to entwine their fingers. “It’s not like we have anything to hide.”

“It’s not about hiding stuff, it’s the fact that B is an overbearing ass, but you’re right, it’ll get rid of him quicker.” Tim relaxed, squeezing her hand three times.

Marinette offered her arm to Batman to collect her blood as well, figuring compliance was the fastest way out of the situation.

Once their blood was collected, Batman and Wonder Woman left and the couple headed back inside, Tim grumbling about Batman’s lack of faith in him.

~~~

Batman was once again on their balcony. Marinette sighed. “Tim, B’s here with our results!”

It was Tim’s turn to emerge from the shower, towelling his hair dry. “Cool,” he said flatly, opening the door. “So, come to apologize for doubting us, B?”

Batman didn’t move.

Tim stared at him.

Finally Batman stepped forward, offering a small stack of papers stapled together–their blood test results.

“There are lingering traces of inhibition lowering drugs in both of your systems.”

Tim thought back to the red cloud the assassins had released around him. “Oh.”

Marinette brushed against him. “We were drugged? But the suit protects me…”

“Ra’s was working with magic users recently,” Tim informed her glumly. “It’s what got me digging around the League this time.”

“Oh.”

Batman looked at the two of them awkwardly. “I have neutralizing pills you can take if you want.”

Tim took the baggie, feeling a little like a drug dealer and stepped back.

“Thanks, I guess. Bye, B.”

He closed the door on Batman, drawing the drapes so the snoop couldn’t spy on him and Mari.

She coughed awkwardly. “So much for being fine, heh.”

He handed her a pill, popping one in his mouth and sipping from the coffee mug sitting on the desk.

“We should probably wait to discuss this when we’re sure the drugs are out of our systems,” he suggested as she swallowed her own pill.

They sat in silence for an hour, lost in thought.

Finally, Tim deemed it good enough. “I don’t regret it. Maybe it was fast, but from the time we’ve spent together after it, I know I don’t regret it.”

Marinette shook her head. “Neither do I. It’s not like we were on sex pollen or anything, it was just an inhibition lower. I wouldn’t act any differently than I’ve done this past week except agreeing to date you instead of marry you. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll still date you. We’ve just solved the major relationship problems of ‘Do they like me?’ ‘Will they date me?’ ‘Will they marry me?’ and now we can just grow our relationship.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Tim snorted. “But yes. We can just keep dating each other. Dates shouldn’t stop after you get married, anyways.”

“That’s the spirit!” Marinette leaned forward, dropping a peck on his cheek. “So, shall we go on a date?”

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