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multi-joong · 1 year ago
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Today was like any other day except that it wasn't. He tried to finish the final touches on the cafe before rushing out. No matter how much he planned, he always seemed to be behind.
One thing Hongjoong learned since meeting Diego was to never trust the sky. It wasn't a bad thing but he learned quickly to make sure he had an umbrella handy... just in case. "You're not fooling me," he laughed as a raindrop splashed on his cheek.
"I couldn't have done this without you, umma," he said to the woman on the other end of the phone call. "I'll see you and appa tonight." A few calls later, Joong was satisfied that everyone would be at the cafe tonight.
Guilt gnawed at his stomach each time he dismissed Diego's calls but there was no way he could pull this off if he talked to him. Hongjoong was a horrible liar and couldn't lie to his fiance... even if it was for his own good.
"Mom!" he said, wrapping his arms around the familiar woman with curly hair and freckles. "Have you talked to him today? Is he worried? Oh... I'm in so much trouble." He whined and walked with his future mother-in-law.
Somewhere around 7:00 pm, Joong swallowed and decided to call his fiance. For the last couple of weeks, he tried to pretend today wasn't special. "Hey, babe. I'm finished at the cafe today. I don't want to cook tonight. How about I pick you up and we grab dinner out?"
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If the bright yellow raincoat and umbrella weren't enough to earn forgiveness from Diego, he hoped what waited at the cafe did. "I'm sorry. I forgot something... Let's just stop in and I'll be quick," he said leading Diego into the dark building.
Happy Birthday
Balloons and streamers hung from the ceiling, catching the lights that danced in the room. All their friends and loved ones jumped out to cheer and celebrate with the birthday boy. "Happy birthday, love," Joong whispered in his ear and stole a kiss. "I hope you didn't really think I wouldn't remember."
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woso-dreamzzz · 8 months ago
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Duck on a String II
Jessie Fleming x Child!Reader
Hardersson x Child!Reader
Summary: Uncle Magda gets you a duck
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When Mama is busy doing things for the Blue Team, you get to hang out with your auntie and uncle.
Auntie Pernille and Uncle Magda always take you to the park to feed the ducks, even when it's raining like it is now.
Auntie Pernille pulls up your duck coat and Uncle Magda flips up your hood so you can look like a real life duck.
"Uncle Magda!" You squeal as she pulls the hood down to cover your eyes.
"Huh? Did someone say something? I thought I heard something."
"Uncle Magda!" You say again but she keeps looking around in confusion.
"I could have sworn I heard someone say my name. But I'm auntie Magda so I must have misheard."
You puff out your cheeks in annoyance. Uncle Magda is silly sometimes. She thinks she's an auntie like Pernille is an auntie but that's not true. Niamh once told you that Magda gives off dad vibes so you're pretty sure that makes her your uncle.
It's silly for her to think otherwise.
It hardly matters though because auntie Pernille rescues you from her teasing by picking you up so you can finally leave the house.
There's a lake at the park near the house with lots of ducks and swans. You don't quite like swans as much as ducks but they're still cool and you still feed them.
Auntie Pernille holds your hand as you throw duck feed off the jetty towards the waiting ducks.
Uncle Magda would usually stand on your other side but she slipped on the lake bank and fell into the bushes earlier so she's trying to dry off further away.
"Auntie Pernille," You giggle when you've run out of duck food," Uncle Magda's all wet!"
"She is," Pernille laughs too," She's a bit silly, isn't she?"
"And wet!"
"And wet."
Uncle Magda looks a bit depressed as she waits for you both, wringing out the bottom of her shirt. "It's not funny," She says," I'm going to catch a cold."
"It's your fault," Pernille says," You're the one who fell!"
"A duck tripped me! It was an accident."
"Ducks aren't mean, Uncle Magda," You tell her," You tripped yourself."
She gasps in mock outrage. "Well, just for that, Duckie, I won't give you the duck egg I found."
You freeze. "Duck egg?"
She nods, bringing the egg out of her pocket. "It was all by itself. I reckon it needs a mummy."
You cradle it in your hands.
"Magda," Pernille says reproachfully.
"Pernille," Magda replies," It's probably not even fertilised. It was abandoned. There's no harm in giving her a dead egg."
You don't know it's dead though and when you get home, you make your Mama set it up in a little straw box with a lamp over the top.
Jessie's happy to oblige your little pet project, mainly because you're taking such good care of it. She isn't quite sure why she hadn't given you an egg to look after before.
You're being so good with it, so nice and helpful.
Her whole world comes screeching to a halt though when one evening your little feet go pitter-patter, pitter-patter towards her.
You aren't much of a runner, preferring to toddle along with your string of ducks. Running means something has happened.
Jessie shoves her seat back and looks away from her laptop, already turning to comfort you.
But you're smiling and your little hands clutch a baby duck.
Jessie's mouth hangs open.
"I...Duckie..."
"My Quackers! Finally hatched!"
"Duckie..."
"Need to keep him warm, Mama!"
"Duckie..."
"And give him cuddles!"
Jessie's not quite sure what else she can say but your name as she stares in shock at the little duck. She was certain that Magda told her it was a dead egg.
If she'd known any different then she'd have been prepared for having two little ducks in the house.
Briefly, she wonders if she can send it away to a shelter but you've already named it. You're already saying sweet things to it and it's already looking at you with what Jessie can only describe as awe.
You're attached to each other and Jessie can't separate you now.
Two little ducks for her to take care of now.
She sighs, unable to keep the smile off of her face. "Come here, duckie," She says," Lets order stuff so Quackers can be comfortable."
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loudlooks · 1 year ago
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Day 28 - Cold in the rain
A/N: Technically the prompt was “a visit to the orchard” but I noped out of that one real quick, and went with day 1 of the list “Cold in the rain” (I accidentally started writing from the wrong prompt list the first two days, so I had a backup)
Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of fall
Prompt: Cold in the rain
Word count: 1117
The pouring rain was blurring her vision, the cold wind making it feel like ice on her skin. If she had to be out here much longer she would get hypothermia. For the third time in fifteen minutes she pulled up the collar of her soaked through coat, realizing it was nothing more than a futile attempt at getting warmer, drier.
Should have listened to Tony and his app, she thought absentmindedly wiping sticky strands of hair from her face. The app was usually wrong, but it figured that the one time it was correct, she would be out in a rainstorm without a waterproof jacket. Or an umbrella. Or even a plastic bag for all she cared.
For a brief moment she longingly looked at the thin emergency blanket she was standing on with one foot, then wrinkled her nose remembering the body, and possible evidence, it was protecting from the weather.
As shivers ran  down her body and her teeth began to chatter, she wondered if staying with the evidence had been the smartest idea. She hadn't found enough in the field to safely secure the blanket from the strong winds and rain; two heavy rocks kept one side mostly flat on the ground, the other side was secured with her backpack and one of her feet.
The faint sound of a siren drew her attention. She tilted her head, turning this way and that, but struggled to confirm it wasn't simply her mind playing tricks on her amidst the howling wind. Checking her watch she realized she would have to admit defeat soon, the car was a good half hour jog from where she was, and the wet clothes, strong winds and heavy rain would slow her down a lot.
The wind turned once more, and as she wiped more hair from her face, the sound of a siren was now undeniable. Shielding her eyes from the rain with her hands she could faintly make out blue and red lights approaching against the ever darkening sky.
Her laughter sounded manic to her ears, but there was no else to hear it.
The Dodge Charger skidded to a stop in the muddy field, her three teammates piling out instantly and rushing towards her. Ducky's van came to a halt on the gravel road further away.
"Why didn't you go back to the car?" Gibbs asked her angrily.
"We would have lost evidence."
Tony looked at her, anger etched on his face. "Rather loose evidence than an agent."
Ziva was about to argue, but Gibbs cut her off gruffly.
"Inside the car, now!" A small nod at Tony had him following her closely.
As she got into the backseat wordlessly, he rummaged around inside the trunk before joining her.
She shrugged out of her coat, dumping the wet pile at her feet. Tony sat down next to her, holding a woolen blanket and a thermos. He poured some coffee in the thermos' cup, held it out for her, and curtly said, "Drink."
It was hard to see through the windshield, but it was obvious the rest of the team was struggling to put up a cover over the body. "We should help," she said absentmindedly through chattering teeth.
"Agent David!"
She turned to Tony and frowned, confused at his outburst.
"Drink this, and get out of those wet clothes, unless they're wool."
He pulled up the hood of his raincoat, got out of the backseat and into the driver's seat in two seconds flat. He started the engine, and ramped up the heat. Before getting out of the car again, he said, "I'll check the van for towels or something."
Ziva blinked rapidly, then drank the cup of coffee, and stripped. Wrapping herself in the wool blanket, she could already feel the warmth from the coffee and the warm shelter from the car take effect. Glancing through the rear window, she noticed Tony was on his way back, clearly covering something from the rain inside his coat.
A chill ran through her body as he opened the backdoor, letting himself and a gust of wind inside the warmth of the car.
Tony roughly pulled down the hood of his jacket, then opened the zipper to remove a perfectly dry towel and tracksuit.
Ziva gazed at him a moment, trying to read his mood after his previous outburst, then thanked him and started drying her hair with the towel.
He tried to wipe the rain off of his face with his wet hands, and in a concerned voice said, "What were you thinking standing out there with no cover?"
She pointed out the windshield. "That's most likely his fourth victim, what if this is the one that breaks the case?"
He slammed the headrest in front of him unexpectedly, looked at her angrily, and yelled, “Did you want to be his fifth?”. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he regained his composure and asked, “Why were you even here all by yourself?”
His anger had pumped adrenaline through her veins, heating her body more than the coffee ever could, and she testily said, “I was following a lead.”
He clenched his jaw, and briefly closed his eyes. “Ziva,” he said tiredly, “we’ve been through this, you should have waited for backup.”
“We would have lost evidence!”
“We lose evidence to circumstances beyond our control all the time!”
“Tell that to his next victim.”
She could see the anger leave his eyes right before he looked away, and glanced out the window.
Shaking his head slightly, he swallowed thickly. “Do you have any idea how much losing you would…set us back?”
When he met her eyes once more, all she could see was fear and desperation. “I was trying to do the right thing,” she said dejectedly.
As he grimaced and rubbed a hand through his hair, her chest tightened. It was never her intent to make him, or the rest team worry about her. Then again she hadn’t expected to be caught in a storm either.
“Look on the bright side,” she said, and bumped his knee with hers, “you were right.”
Tony frowned and tilted his head. “I always am,” he said lightheartedly, then looked at her suspiciously, “but enlighten me.”
“The storm.” She smiled softly, hoping to clear the air, but the way he grimaced only made her chest tighten again.
“Does that mean you’ll actually listen to me next time?”
She bit her bottom lip, and gave him a half smile. “Probably not.”
He scoffed and glanced away, and when he met her eyes again, the storm that had raged there had quieted down and been replaced with affection. “Yeah, I didn’t think so.”
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tagging @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408
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oh-puffle-cakes19 · 2 years ago
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Tom and y/n have broken up it’s been 2 weeks now and one day she’s out with her toddler sister or niece and paparazzi swam her asking questions. She gets overwhelmed by it and tries to tell them to back up whilst covering her sisters or nieces face but they don’t listen. Luckily Tom came to the rescue and maybe they go to his house and get back together?
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Full Of Surprises
Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader
Summary - You and Tom thought it was the best to break things off, but that wasn’t the case.
Warnings - Angst and sadness, overwhelmed! (Paparazzi not understanding boundaries)
A/N - Thank you for your request, much love and appreciation to the support. I’m glad you like my works, it’s nice for you to say. Hope you enjoy! 🥰
“Out, going out,” Your 2 year old toddler of a sister pointed to the door, with a dorky smile. She had her duckie, wellies and rain coat on to jump into the puddles.
It has been raining in England, London at the moment but nothing will stop you and your sister going out.
“Yes, baby” You nod, getting your umbrella, you already had your rain coat on too, “Come let’s go,” You smile opening the door.
S/N came following right behind, locking the door up and off you went. You loved the weekends because in this time you had your sister sometimes.
“Are we gonna see the duckies?” S/N pouts, holding your hand with her little fingers.
“Yes of course, they are along the way,” You explained to the toddler, “up, up”
You chuckled, leaving the pushchair at home today because you don’t mind carrying her.
“As you wish,” You giggle, lifting S/N up onto your hip. You walk to town not thinking anything of it.
You go to the park, then the lake and even all different kind of shops to keep S/N entertained. Finding it amusing how she reacts to things at such a young age, definitely not understanding.
“Oh, wa!!” S/N gasped, “There pretty ring, for Tommy,” She giggled telling you, clapping her hands.
You was looking at a jewellery shop In the town, not thinking much of it until S/N said something about Tom.
It’s been two weeks since you had broke up, it was honestly a mess if your being honest. It hurt you but you have to move on in life for yourself and your sister.
“Baby, me and Tommy not together anymore, remember?” You hugged her as she sighed, she didn’t understand nor did liked that because she actually got attached to him.
“Pretty ring, for Tommy,” S/N whines playfully, folding her little arms up. She shook her head, “I know baby, I know but how about another duckie stuffie?” You smile trying to change to the subject.
S/N quickly agreed, giggling as you moved long to look at other shops. It was fascinating for S/N to see all the pretty colours of toys and clothing.
Now in the toy section, you came across lots of fluffy, animals.
“Duck, duck!” S/N pointed, smiling picking up the duck, “My Duckie!” Cuddling it like it could waddle away from her.
“Good job, baby,” You smile, “Let’s go pay for it, we can get some lunch after too!”
S/N nodded skipping along with her Duckie in her small, little hands to the till. 
As you walk along the path to find a nice cafe, your eyes widen to see paparazzi.
You thought that maybe, they would back off now that you and Tom ended things but looks like they other plans to make your life more difficult.
You gulped as they came closer, S/N of course didn’t understand as she hugged her duckie tighter to protect it.
“S/N try to be quite baby and keep your face covered with my jacket,” You said clearly for S/N listen, she nodded as you picked her up.
Surprisingly, you think she is too tired to ask why. You take a deep breath as you walk through people flashing cameras.
“Guys, again? Really, can you please move away from me,” You asked, trying to stay calm as you walk.
“Y/N this way, look this way! Is it true you and Tom broke up?” One person asked snapping a picture of you, ignoring your words completely.
“Im not asking any questions because that information is my business not yours!” You firmly stated, pushing your way through crowds of cameras.
You tried to cover your sisters face more so that they don’t have a picture and the flash in her eyes, the poor thing.
“You and Tom looked good together, Y/N!” One of them shouted, you being overwhelmed by all the paps taking pictures.
Of course right now, how are you going to get out of this situation.
“Please, move away!” You slightly, whimpered not enough for them to noticed, “I just want to go home,” you whispered.
However, the paps are still asking questions, cameras in your face and coming closer to you and S/N too.
Tom made his way to town, wanting to get away from life as an actor and go shopping. Unfortunately, things took a few turns and here he is gasping at the sight in front of him.
He saw paps all over someone, but then he recognises that someone must be you because of hearing all the questions they are shouting out.
“Excuse me, coming through,” Tom rushed to get to you, paps quickly asking questions and taking pictures of Tom too.
“Hey, Tom!” a pap shouted, asking another question. Normally, Tom would respond and be more polite but not at a time like this. Not when they are being so rude to you and your sister, making you feel small.
Tom has thought a long process of his emotions, coming to a conclusion that he loves and cares for you, only you. He wants to make everything right between you again, if you let him.
He knows he wasn’t the best the last couple of months of your relationship but he is willing to try to make it right. He hopes you are going to trust him again. He wants to help you in this moment too!
You hold S/N tighter seeing as she’s whimpering as she don’t like people shouting and crowding her. Not noticing that Tom is pushing through the crowd to help you.
Until you hear his voice, your heart beats again and you let out a breath of fresh air.
“Hey, Darlings,” Tom whispers, “It’s going to be ok, look at me not at them,” Tom rubs your hand, “Do you want me to take S/N?” He asked.
You nodded, giving him S/N. “Tommy, I’m scared,” S/N gasped as she clenched onto Tom now, “I know, baby but going to get of here,” he rubbed her back, holding her tightly as he held your hand.
“Guys, back up honestly! Give us space, your being really disrespectful to Y/N and S/N,” Tom shouted over the voices to the paps, all of let out a grumble.. slightly moving away from you, Tom and S/N.
Not completely going away but enough to breathe.
“Breath, Darling,” Tom whispers into your ear, “I know, it’s hard but we have nearly lost them,”
“My car is just down the road,” Tom mumbles to you, he whispers sweet nothings to you and S/N to calm you both down.
Less paps follow you as you come out of the town and down to the car park, where Tom’s car is. Tom is furious at the paparazzi doing this to you but didn’t want to make more commotion, just wanted you safe with S/N. 
“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Tom hushes, S/N as he put her in the car seat in his car. Since he never took it out, which is really good in this moment.
You and Tom get in the car, he starts to drive.
“Didn’t except to see you again but thank you for saving us,” You shyly said, sighing as your in his warm car.
“Anytime, Darling! I know, I’m sorry. And Do you want to go back to mine? Just for a while, I could cook you and S/N something to eat,” Tom suggest, looking at you as he stops at a red light.
“Thanks, that would be lovely. I’m sorry too,” You quietly said smiling back.
“As I was saying, I’m sorry. I want to protect and care for you,” Tom sincerely expressed, you nodded seeing that he has turned up into his drive way.
You took S/N out seeing that she actually fallen asleep, picking her up gently. You follow Tom into his house.
“Do you want to change?” Tom wonders slipping his shoes and coat off, “Your soaking!” He frowned.
“I don’t have any clothes thou but my sisters, ofc,” You sigh, your sister still in your arms asleep.
“You can wear mine, if you don’t mind? Love,” Tom smiles, “I’ll watch S/N, while you change,”
“ok, if your sure?” Your heart skipped a beat after Tom is being so kind and calling you Love.
“Yes,” You nod going upstairs with him, he gave you clothes and you gave him S/N.
Tom lays S/N on the sofa with a pillow and a blanket as she sleeps.
You change into Tom’s Shirt and Joggers.
“I’ve changed,” You mumble, sitting down on the sofa next to Tom.
“Are you ok? Love,” Tom frowns, as you hold head into your hands. You lean into Tom’s side with without any explanation, just sighing.
“I need to say this from my heart, I know you had a rough day and I’m very sorry for that because you don’t deserve it,” Tom rubbed your hand, “You make me feel things that I never feel and I’m deeply sorry that my job got in the way of our relationship, it shouldn’t! I knew I needed to make more time for you because I love and care for you, Y/N! So fucking much Darling,”
You put your head up looking into his eyes smiling eye to eye as Tom looks for an answer in you. Tom gets his answer as you smash your lips together with him, finally getting the chance to be confidence.
“Tom, it’s not just your fault, Ok? I was busy as well, I love and care about you so much, Tommy,” You give him a pure look from your eyes to his honey, warm brown eyes, “You are amazing as like you proved today, without you those paps wouldn’t of left myself and S/N alone,”
Tom nodded, smiling as he took a hand into your hair and pulled you in for another kiss. “Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend again, Y/N?” He whispers, you come closer teasing him just a bit more.
“Do you think? I should really be your girlfriend, Tommy,” You smirked, knowing that you definitely want to.
“Yes, by the look on your face, Darling,” Tom teases you this time.
“Then, it’s a Yes,” You kiss his cheek, Tom pulls you in for another kiss full of passion.
“Do you want something to eat? You must be hungry,” Tom smiles, kissing you. He can’t get enough.
“Yes, actually. S/N should eat too but she’s a sleep and she needs it,” You giggle.
Taking Tom’s hand to the kitchen. He does a cute giggle back matching your vibe.
Later in the afternoon, S/N rubs her little eyes, as she yawned waking up from her slumber. Looking to her left she saw Tom and you snuggling under a blanket watching a movie.
S/N sits up going down on the floor to the sofa opposite her, where you and Tom are cuddled up.
“Tommy, Y/N/N,” She squeals, jumping in between you two.
“Hi,” You smile, “hello, sweetheart,” Tom speaks as she turns around to him.
“Tommy,” S/N shouts, “missed you,” Having her small, little arms around him.
“You missed Tom more than me,” You teased, “She definitely, does darling,” he smirked.
“I like both of you,” S/N put her hands up, really high.
“That’s good, baby,”
“You and Tommy together,” In her cute, baby voice pouting to you.
Before you could say anything, “Yes, Baby,” Tom nodded, you let out a laugh as S/N shouts a yay.
You got S/N changed and fed before you continued to relax with her and Tom.
🧋
“S/N asleep,” You whisper, climbing into Tom’s Bed, “I didn’t think I was going to stay the night,”
“Surprises can happen, Darling,” Tom smiles, taking in your scent as he wraps the covers around you.
“Let me take you for dinner in Paris,” Tom smirks, kissing you on the cheek.
“Mm, next week?” he suggests, “Yes, of course,” You giggle kissing his lips passionately.
“Your full of surprises, Tommy,” You smile taking in his beauty, “Let’s make this work because I need you,”
“Agreed, Sweetheart!”
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danwhobrowses · 3 years ago
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WWE Summerslam 2021 - Initial Reaction and Review
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It's been a big week for wrestling in general, and now we have the Biggest Party of the Summer in the books, uncharacteristically airing on a Saturday.
It's been a while since I've run down a WWE PPV, time and apathy does have a bit to do with it, but since this is a big 4 and given what happened in Chicago there's definitely curiosity over how WWE would respond
Spoilers for Summerslam 2021 Below, I will be discussing the winners and moments so watch the PPV first
As usual I will indicate in the title who was the person I expected to win before the match started, but instead of Bold this time I'll put them in Italics with the whole match card being in bold
Kick-off
A long-ass kickoff was majority promo and interviews, not any contrarion drabble this time which was good. It was kinda sad to see Asuka on the packages but nowhere to be seen on the card.
I did like the sign guy of 'McAfee = Ratings' because he's kinda right, he has been great on commentary. I did not miss that dude in the Fiend Mask though, or the Lily Doll.
I will reiterate though that Sonya Deville is wasted right now, let her back in the goddamn ring, SD's Women's Division does need it and they make her look like a goof as Assistant GM.
Also apparently the Mysterios vs Usos aren't good enough for a promo package, not like it's a title match or anything... plus the disrespect still there, 'I wouldn't wanna work with my dad' they say like Rey isn't a multi time world champion with a huge wealth of experience.
The Miz and Morrison came in with a water truck to a mixed pop of cheers and boos, this moist gimmick ain't great but props for both guys being dedicated to it, it was short enough not to overstay its welcome too.
Ugh, Logan Paul is here...
Big E def. Baron Corbin (Pinfall via Big Ending) We had a new announcer from a Tiktok competition winner called Raine, and you know she was really good at it.
Corbin entered to boos hugging the MITB briefcase he stole, unable to afford entrance music it seems even though he's getting a PPV paycheck. To his credit he looks ultra disheveled, and when the ref had to pry the briefcase from him he looked super forlorn. I dunno why he's wrestling in a shirt though wouldn't that make it dirtier?
When the bell rings E does basically go right at Corbin, Corbin got a shoulder block in but then got caught in a belly to belly - despite protests - then a belly to backp. E missing the apron splash as Corbin senses a countout win, at 7 he leaves the ring to hit E against the ring post to try and eke out more time, demanding that the timekeeper keep the briefcase in his sights. E does return to the ring but his spear goes right is sidestepped into the ringpost, then thrown into them two more times, but only gets 2.
Corbin continues with some momentum with a sidewalk slam for 2, but his chokeslam is reversed into a rollup for 2 then a stretch muffler. He escapes and hits the Deep Six for 2, then 1.8, Corbin then stumbles to the briefcase, considering an exit before being hit with a lariat. E throws Corbin into the ring, but Corbin rolls right out, grabs the briefcase and tries to run around the ring only to be pounced into the barricade by Big E. The cat and mouse chase comes to an end, Corbin elbows E to get some room to roll to the other side of the ring but E catches him with that suicide spear he does, the briefcase is dropped and the straps are off: Big Ending for 3.
Shots of Logan Paul are hilariously met with huge boos as Big E finally reclaims his briefcase to a pop.
It was a nice little match, good palette cleanser and a nice and clean competition, Corbin had no chance in winning but it was a solid way to warm up the crowd for the main ppv.
Our final bit of the kick-off was discussing the UNI main event, though I feel like losing your job is a higher stake than winning your 17th world title. Also they had to force in the shucky ducky which was dumb.
Main Show
Raw Tag Team Championship: RK-Bro [Randy Orton & Riddle] def AJ Styles & Omos (c) [TITLE CHANGE] (Pinfall on Styles by Orton via RKO) Starting the night with some fun as Riddle comes out in a garish snake print outfit with a cerise pink lining, Orton didn't get the fashion memo thankfully but his hologram snake was cheesy. Riddle interacted with the crowd and had the multicoloured holo-doves while Orton mainly kept to himself. AJ and Omos came out together, though Omos had no theatrics, looking like a bouncer being invited to dinner still.
Orton and AJ started the match, Orton with the early advantage and tagging Riddle in for an assisted backflip for a 1 count, AJ rolls out the ring frustrated then tags in Omos, who just ragdolls Riddle; Shoulder Block, big clubbing blow then a delayed powerslam - an interesting glance over to Orton as well as they smile at each other, almost like Orton approved. Omos tries to deadlift Riddle with a wristlock but Riddle scrambles into a sleeper, but is flipped off then flattened in the corner. AJ tags in, platforming Omos for a Tornado DDT for 2, Riddle tries to fight out but runs into a backbreaker as AJ tells Orton 'you're next'.
During the rest hold, the crowd rallies Riddle back into the fight, AJ looks to have reclaimed an advantage and throws Riddle to his corner, but Riddle turns it into a dropkick on Omos, then dumps AJ out the ring. Riddle tries to tag Orton but AJ grabs him, enzugiri by Riddle allows Orton to make the hot tag. Clotheslines on AJ, a forearm to Omos - but it only stuns him, doesn't even fall to the floor, backdrop and another forearm to Omos that again fails to drop him. Clothesline to corner and a powerslam, this time Orton drops Omos out the ring by dropkicking the knees, draping DDT gets Orton feeling the RKO, but Omos drags AJ out the ring, then catches Riddle's dive to chokeslam him onto the apron. AJ stuns Orton with a jawbreaker on the ropes and gestures Omos to finish Riddle, but Riddle escapes the lawn dart and pushes Omos into the ring post. AJ though catches Riddle with his backflip reverse DDT on the outside, he misses the Phenomenal Forearm, but stands his ground against the RKO attempt, he rolls up for 2 and then lands into an RKO for 3.
It didn't last long but it was a fun opener, it was time for a title change and RK-Bro was a good choice. It's a shame Styles has to be the weak link but you can't be surprised that WWE continue to protect Omos.
Alexa Bliss (w/Lily) def. Eva Marie (w/ Doudrop) (Pinfall via DDT) The Lily hologram was fucking horrifying as Bliss carries the doll and puts it on the corner turnbuckle. Bliss weaves Eva effortlessly, she tries a waistlock but gets elbowed off. Eva gets a punch and a hair yank then...poses. She grabs Lily and starts slapping the doll, then slapping Alexa with the doll. Alexa then goes on the attack, clotheslines then a senton for 2, she puts Lily back as Eva argues with Doudrop. Alexa misses the Twisted Bliss and Eva gets 2 twice, a kick to the gut and a DDT finishes off Eva.
Post-match, Doudrop only looks smugly at Eva and grabs a microphone, announcing Eva as the loser, stealing her gown and walking away as Eva insists she made Doudrop.
This match didn't need to happen, in fact it could've just been a segment, but at least WWE were sensible in not having Eva Marie win against a former women's champion. They also didn't do any spooky shit and put the narrative mainly on Doudrop being free to hopefully be Piper Niven again, once again it didn't overstay its welcome.
Mario Lopez (who?) interviews RK-Bro on their title win, Orton cuts his normal promo but gets stumbled by trying to fit 'Bro' into his '3 most deadly letters in wrestling' catchphrase.
US Championship: Damian Priest def. Sheamus (c) [TITLE CHANGE] (Pinfall via Recknoning) Immediately after the interview Priest was already on the ramp, in blue gear with the USA and Puerto Rico flag on his tights, he did his archer pose to set off his tron. The Tron had a bit of an issue with Sheamus' opening, Sheamus wandered in with his face guard and coat. Sidebar, I still don't like the US Title design, it's better than the old one but not by much.
The two start by locking up, some solid chain wrestling shows that Sheamus has the power but Priest has the agility. After a pump kick, Priest hits a Falcon Arrow for 1, he has a bit of a nasty landing with his mid-rope flip senton out the ring, his heel clipped Sheamus' head but Priest's back had a hard landing on the floor, not easy to get distance when you step off the middle rope. Despite a flurry of kicks, Sheamus focuses on the back by throwing him into the ring post, belly to back and also an Irish Curse lead to a Camel Clutch, but Priest escapes that, Sheamus picks him up but Priest elbows out, so then he tries to powerbomb and Priest rana's out of that. Momentum is short though as Sheamus gets a powerslam for 2, a Dublin Smile and a Beats of the Bodhrán but he cuts the count short to slight the crowd's chant. His timewasting is punished by a Tornado DDT from Priest, they trade blows and a lariat floors Sheamus, a spinning leg lariat from the top rope only gets him 2.
Priest sets up the Reckoning, but is picked up for a rolling fireman's carry slam, Sheamus slowly climbs the turnbuckle, giving Priest time to look for a chokeslam, but Sheamus shimmies along the ropes and gets a massive rope-assisted jawbreaker, top turnbuckle clothesline and an Alabama Slam only gets 2. Sheamus angrily talks shit at Priest, Priest slaps him but Sheamus headbutts him back. He sets up the Brogue Kick but Priest gets the Big Boot and the South of Heaven, but it only gets 2. Priest tries the Reckoning but his back won't handle the weight, he tries a Disaster Kick but runs into a knee to the face, it's only a 2. After being furious with the ref Sheamus tries the Cloverleaf, but gets rolled up for 2, he catches Priest in a heel hook in the middle of the ring, with no ropes to reach, Priest reaches for the face guard, ripping it off of Sheamus. Madness in his eyes, Priest unloads on Sheamus' face, causing Sheamus to cover up and release the hold, a flapjack into the top turnbuckle stuns Sheamus for another spinning Leg Lariat and then a Recknoning for 3.
A nice technical match, had some creative spots in there and Priest winning was nice to see after the Miz/Morrison feud lasted forever. I do dislike that they said it was his first title 'in WWE' though, because he was NA Champion in NXT, which is still WWE Cole. I don't think I liked that the face guard is what undid Sheamus, the dude who likes to fight shouldn't really lose to insecurity. But third time's the charm with the Reckoning.
Afterwards we had a promo for NXT TakeOver. We got a backstage talk between Rey and Dom, Dom apologizing to Rey for the SD incident and Rey forgiving it immediately, noting to stay focused on the match right now.
SD Tag Championship: The Usos (c) def. The Mysterios (Pinfall on Rey by Jey via Splash) Immediately after the promo they left the curtain to their entrance, the yellow, white and pink was...a choice, kinda miss the comic book attires. The Usos came out with the Leis and their regular gear.
Rey and Jimmy started lightning quick, Rey setting up a 619 with a rana but Jimmy rolling out of the ring, eating a basement dropkick. Jey's intervening is stopped by Dom who drops him sluggishly into his brother before he's tagged in, Rey hits the baseball slide splash and Dom the crossbody. In the ring Dom's second crossbody gets 2, three amigos by Dom but he shifted Jimmy too close to Jey, who managed to tag a leg, meaning that Jey throws Dom off the turnbuckle when he tries a Frog Splash. Jey taunts Dom after hitting him into the ring post (who has had a lot of mileage already), gesturing him to try and tag his father before cinching a headlock, Dom tries to fight back but is thrown to the other corner, Jimmy is tagged in and they hit a Backbreaker/Ax Handle combo. Jimmy taunts Dom the same way, diving headbutt for 2, the Usos spend too much time taunting Dom in their corner as the younger Mysterio staggers the twins with elbows, his rush for his father is cut off by a very nonchalant uppercut by Jey (McAfee literally yelling HADOUKEN was amazing). Jey continues to posture after suplexes and more taunting, they look for the third suplex but Dom hooks his leg, reversing it into a twisting neckbeaker.
Rey gets the hot tag as Jey tags Jimmy, planting the Uso with a tornado DDT for 2. Seated Senton and a forearm to Jey on the Apron leads to Rey walking into a Superkick for 2. Both Usos stalk Rey, looking to do a pop-up Powerbomb, but Rey ranas Jimmy out the ring, Jey gets him with a superkick to the gut, then a superkick to counter Rey's springboard crossbody, he hits the Splash but it only gets 2. Jey looks frustrated and tags Jimmy to set up the double splash, but Dom cuts Jey off, he tries to suplex Jey onto the apron but Jey drops him with a front-facing suplex instead. The delay is sufficient though since Rey rolls away from Jimmy's splash, headscissors setup, 619 for a big pop, he goes for the Frog Splash but Jimmy gets the knees up. Superkick by Jimmy, tags in Jey, double Superkick, splash by Jey and 3.
*sigh* Can Rey stop being pinned? It's not like Dom doesn't know how to take a pin. It's, it's sucky really, I've said it enough times but Rey deserves more than this given his popularity and past title wins, WWE would not do this to the likes of Edge or Cena, Angle or Goldberg, hell they wouldn't even do this to Eddie and yet Rey gets this treatment as thanks for being full time. Granted, it took like 3 finishers to down him but come on, compare the light pop this match got when everyone knew the Usos were winning with the pop Rey's hot tag and his 619 got, he still has it and they won over the crowd, with more time and narrative to their match it could've been a classic. I'm just sick of seeing one of my faves lose so much you know, if the story is Dom's inexperience then surely he would be the reason for defeat, rather than Rey being ganged up on.
Tiffany Haddish (who??) interviews Priest on his title win, apparently Priest hates bullies and he's happy...not as cool as his NA title win in the hot tub though. Summerslam could've fit in a hot tub
Rick Boogs then shreds the guitar as he welcomes King Nakamura. McAfee is dancing like a goof again on the table and Nakamura's crown falls off, but he makes up for it by playing the IC title like a guitar with Pat. He's disappeared after the Belair/Sasha package though...kinda confusing why that was there.
SD Women's Championship: Bianca BelAir (c) vs Sasha Banks CANCELLED As Bianca enters with SD Women's Title prints on her gear, the announcer says that Sasha is unable to compete, so Carmella is fighting in her stead. A shame but obviously not intended.
Bianca BelAir (c) vs Carmella INTERRUPTED Props to McAfee for noting the collective disappointment. BelAir looks disappointed too and tells Carmella that she's gonna dish out her frustration on Carmella. The title is aloft but then
Becky Lynch is here
Cameras are not showing enough of her on her return as Bianca buzzes, the crowd is on their feet. Becky's got a thicker mane than I remember, maybe it's the curls, a new shirt of 'The Man's back in Vegas' is worn by Becky too as she soaks in her pop. When the cameras stop long enough to focus on Becky she is looking extra lean. She attacks Carmella and dumps her out of the ring, she tells Bianca she'll be right back and throws Carmella into the steps, before standing off with Bianca. She grabs a microphone and asks for a title match, BelAir mulls it, but eventually accepts.
Becky Lynch def. Bianca BelAir (c) [TITLE CHANGE] (Pinfall via Manhandle Slam) Both women are amped up, Lynch offers a handshake but the moment they touch, she socks Bianca, Manhandle Slam and 3. Becky celebrates as BelAir looks stunned and a little shafted, Becky does gesture no hard feelings but, BelAir does have hard feelings.
It's a big pop for Becky's return, though I would've rather seen you know, a match. I love Becky, she's been one of my favourite women's wrestlers in WWE before she was even The Man, and I am psyched she's back, but BelAir vs Becky could've been a good match. we didn't need the Carmella stuff either just have BelAir call an open challenge in Sasha's absence. Also as thin as the SD Women's Division was Becky probably would've fit more for the Raw Women's Title situation, since we last saw her vacating it and that shit's on heavy life support, plus I was kinda hoping that Bianca could beat Sasha but Sasha would win later down the line so we could build Liv Morgan for a title win, I guess October's draft could still open it up. But yeah, happy to see Becky back.
Wrestling Olympic Gold Medalists Tamyra Mensah-Stock and Gable Stevenson come out next, I know WWE have been hot on Gable but after the scripts' comments on Simone Biles it feels forced. Tamyra was at least happy to be here.
Extreme Rules promo is next.
Drew McIntyre def. Jinder Mahal (Pinfall via Claymore) Jinder comes out first, Veer and Shanky only able to stand at the ramp and go to the back. Drew comes with his sword to summon...smoke? You can see how dull that sword is too.
Drew starts the match strong by throwing Jinder in the corner, kicks and chops followed by throws, he motions for Claymore but Jinder rolls out the ring, cutting him at the legs. Jinder's attempt to regain momentum is countered with a belly to belly, so next he tries to appeal to their past friendship but Drew isn't having it. He tries the Futureshock but Jinder kicks him in the face, stunning him for 2. Knee drops and knee chokes are followed by clubs to Drew's head and a choke, but Drew powers out and hits a Glasgow Kiss (which they called a Glaz-gao kiss, it's not that hard to say Glasgow), some more Belly to Bellies leads to a Futureshock and a kip up, 3, 2, 1, Claymore, 1, 2, 3.
McIntyre stepped over Jinder as he celebrated, Veer and Shanky tended to Jinder and then Drew grabbed his sword and started swinging...like the face he is trying to murder these dudes for tending to their boss.
Okay. Easy pop having squashed Jinder, did this need to be on PPV? Probably not, this and Bliss/Eva could've been done on Raw, rather than steal time from Usos/Mysterios and a potential Becky/BelAir banger. Nobody really got over or elevated with this.
Raw Women's Championship: Charlotte Flair def. Nikki A.S.H. (c) and Rhea Ripley [TITLE CHANGE] (Submission on Nikki by Charlotte via Figure Eight) Uncharacteristically, Nikki came out first to nothing, not a pop or a boo, it kinda sounded like fake crowd noises when we had one pop. Rhea got a mini pop next, but loud woos for Charlotte? Don't buy that especially given how she's meant to be the heel. She's in kinda Thanos gear too. The pops were louder for Rhea when her name was announced, Nikki's was mixed and Charlotte had some boos.
The bell rings as Charlotte shoves Nikki, telling her to get out the ring. Rhea shoves Charlotte but Nikki dumps Rhea out the ring, a Monkey Flip to Charlotte then a Rollup on Rhea for 1. Charlotte dumps Rhea as the two tussle, Nikki coming back to boot Charlotte off the apron as part of a bulldog on Rhea. Rhea keeps trying to keep a hold of Nikki but Nikki keeps rolling her up. Charlotte throws Nikki into Rhea like a spear then lariats Rhea and exploder's Nikki. Rhea and Charlotte trade advantages around the turnbuckle, Charlotte fights off a Nikki crossbody and powerslams Nikki onto Rhea, she tries the moonsault but Rhea gets her feet up, Nikki rolls her up but Rhea pulls her off, tries the Riptide but Nikki shifts her weight to splash her. Nikki headscissors Charlotte but is booted by Rhea, Charlotte then boots Rhea and taunts her, Rhea then starts finding energy, a Northern Lights for 1 but Charlotte then regains momentum, a huge big boot to dump Rhea out the ring, but Nikki then tornado DDTs Charlotte for 2. Basement Dropkick to Rhea gives Charlotte time to catch Nikki but Rhea german's them both, Missile Dropkick to Charlotte by Rhea only gets 2 as Charlotte flees to the outside. The two trade blows on the outside, to be flattened by Nikki's crossbody.
Pulling Charlotte in the ring, Charlotte resists the suplex, but Rhea comes in to double up on Charlotte, only for Charlotte to reverse it to a double DDT, Flair chops are suppressed but Charlotte still manages to fend off Nikki and Rhea, Corkscrew Moonsault on the outside takes the two out. She drags Rhea in but Rhea gets a boot, Nikki tries to roll up Rhea but only gets 2. Rhea's limping a bit but still kicks Nikki and cinches in her Inverted Cloverleaf, she dodges the Big Boot from Charlotte (perhaps inadvertently) and locks it into Charlotte, but she rolls through and gets the Figure 8, which is broken by Nikki's knee drop. Nikki hits a Purge but it's broken up by Rhea, she sets another Riptide but again Nikki counters this time with a Reverse Tornado DDT, dumping Rhea out the ring. Nikki sees Charlotte prone, setting up the Crossbody, but she misses, Charlotte locks the Figure 8 and taps.
Abrupt finish, it was a really well-worked match selling the chaos of the triple threat. But I never felt like Charlotte was in danger of losing, Nikki wasn't working because they rushed her new character without getting her over, so of course WWE were gonna fall back to ye olde Charlotte title win. The narrative didn't help either, she seemed like the babyface and again, didn't feel threatened, I never saw the opening for Charlotte to lose. In a vacuum it was a good match, as a whole though, since Rhea won the title at mania nobody's gotten over, they made an absolute hash of the Charlotte feud to the point where we didn't even feel invested in Rhea getting a win back, then we fast tracked a cash in. The only one who profited here was Charlotte, who got to add 2 more title reigns to her name on paper, had Becky came here to make it a 4-Way and won, it'd probably have been more hopeful because now, who is next? Asuka's AWOL, Shayna's buried, Alexa's on spooky shits, Rhea's broken, Nikki isn't getting over, who can Charlotte face at this point?
Edge def. Seth Rollins (Submission via Crossface) Dressed like some aristocrat, Seth entered first half smug half focused, it may've dragged on a bit long. Edge didn't come out to Metalingus, but instead he came out in the fires of the Brood, with the dark sunglasses, fire and the elevated platform to boot, but then Metalingus came out to give the people what they want.
The bell rings but there's a long pause to soak in the crowd investment. Edge has the early advantage with a swift punch, every time Seth tries to lock in on Edge he hits back, annoying Seth as he mulls outside the ring. He tries the Pedigree but is again dumped out the ring, this time Edge follows and throws him around the barriaces, Rollins returns to the ring but is knee'd out, but gets some advantage by dodging the Baseball Slide and driving Edge into ye olde Ring Post, then against the steps. Neckbreaker only gets 2 as he continues to focus on the neck with chokes, stomps and slingblades, another neckbreaker leads to another 2 as Seth taunts Edge about it.
A diving knee by Rollins gets 2 as Seth kicks around Edge, he tries another neckbreaker but Edge reverses into a backslide for 2, Flapjack and a tackle into the turnbuckle, Seth fends off Edge at the turnbuckle though and hits the Frog Splash for 2 but for the second time Edge rolls into the corner to avoid the stomp. Rollins pulls Edge to the turnbuckle, but Edge hits him with a top turnbuckle spinning neckbreaker, Flapjack onto the top rope, Edgecution for 2, Rollins stuns Edge by driving him into the Turnbuckle, but he misses his knee strike into an Head Yank for 2. Edge goes up top but Rollins turns it into his Superplex/Falcon Arrow combo for 2, he sets up the Stomp but misses, tries the Pedigree but Edge wriggles out, Glam Slam by Edge for 2, nice homage for Beth there. Seth gets back the momentum though, Jawbreaker on the ropes then a neckbreaker on the ropes, Edge dodges the stomp on the apron though and throws Seth into the ring post (not ye olde ringpost though it's a different one) and then a spear through the ropes into the outside. A bulldog into the apron LED only gets 2, but now Edge is setting up the spear, but Rollins counters into a Pedigree (Pat mustn't have watched Roman vs Seth before because he said he has never seen that counter) but it only gets 2.
Rollins climbs up top looking for the Phoenix Splash, he lands on his feet and rolls away but walks into a spear, 1, 2, No. Edge now looking for the Killswitch but Rollins clubs then kicks Edge in the back of the head, he tries the Stomp but Edge rolls and catches the boot, turning it into an Edgecator, Seth reaches for the ropes so Edge tries to pull him back, but in releasing the hold he gets rolled up for 2. Edge then tries the Crossface, rolling to the center of the ring, but Edge slams his head into the mat and reapplies it for the tapout.
A nicely worked match again that managed to showcase a lot of Edge's past bag of tricks. The second I was wrong about too, I expected Seth to get some momentum to try and challenge Roman like he had been teasing before this feud (on that note, where's Cesaro? Miss that dude), but it was definitely something for the fans to cheer about. The narrative of avoiding the Stomp was also good for the storytelling, Seth doesn't lose anything in defeat either, he's took 2 spears, 2 crossfaces, Edgecator and the Edgecution.
MITB 22 is announced on 4th July at the Allegiant Stadium, Vegas (the same venue as tonight). Expect there to be a Murica match in there. In addition attendance today is 51k. We scope back around to Miz and Morrison's kickoff thing, mostly getting a jobber entrance. The moist jokes were worst this time around as they marketed the 'Drip Stick 2000' which neither had. Who did have it? A very wet and long-haired Xavier Woods with a cocktail stick in their mouth and a 'New Day Order' shirt. Woods convinces the crowd to rally into shooting them with a water gun, though it didn't really get a pop in the act, dumb shit really but whatever Woods' new look is I dig it.
WWE Championship: Bobby Lashley (w/MVP) (c) def. Goldberg (via Ref Stoppage) Lashers out first...no sanctity it seems. He's walking into the ring with purpose, his pose has no pyro though, kinda a lukewarm smoke that'd make Revolution 2020's explosion smirk. Goldberg does his usual entrance, lots of quick camera switching again. Dude looks a bit top-heavy tbh, skipping those leg days. Lashley paces across Goldberg's periphery, it doesn't look like there'll be underestimation in this fight.
They lock up first, a bit of strength testing, Goldberg tanks a shoulder block, grounding Lashley with a flying shoulder block, then a body slam. Goldberg is keeping the advantage with corner attacks and clotheslines but Lashley clubs at the back. He sets up a Jackhammer for insult to injury, but Goldberg keeps his leg hooked, he tries to lift Lashley but can't follow through and gets hit with a flatliner. No sympathy from Lashley as he clubs at the back of the head before uncharacteristically going up top, which Goldberg punishes by throwing him down, Goldberg looks for the Spear but MVP yanks Lashley outside, only for Goldberg to spear him on the outside anyway.
Goldberg sets up a second spear, but as the ref focuses on Lashley rolling out the other side, MVP thwacks Goldberg's knee with his cane, distracting Goldberg long enough to be chop blocked. Chokeslam makes Lashley look for the Hurt Lock, but he can't connect the fingers, as Goldberg escapes though he gets chop blocked again, causing Goldberg to leave the ring. Lashley follows, lifting him up and charging him knee first into the ring post twice. Struggling to stand, the Ref throws the match.
The match is over but Lashley continues to attack the leg with a steel chair. Gage Goldberg attempts to jump but gets wrenched with a Hurt Lock. MVP tries to assure that Lashley wouldn't have known that he was attacking Goldberg's son but it means little, Goldberg insisting he's gonna kill Lashley, meaning this feud isn't over.
The heat was right, the delivery was wrong. We've seen people beat Goldberg clean, I don't see why Lashley, who has beaten people who have beaten Goldberg clean, couldn't do that himself? Needing MVP's help flattens the statement made.
Camera work got a bit wonky there when promoting the Main Event
Universal Championship: Roman Reigns (c) def. John Cena (Pinfall via Spear) Cena's the first to come out, sporting a Super Mario-esque shirt showing his 16 world title reigns, the reigns also shown on the tron, they actually mentioned Ric Flair this time. The Bronze Statue hologram for Roman is still tacky, but he comes out flanked with his cousins and Paul, smoke again instead of pyro - I wonder if they weren't allowed to pyro. Heyman whispers the Usos to leave Roman to walk the ramp. I spotted an 'Anyone but you Roman' sign in the crowd, before McAfee makes me smirk again by calling Roman an 'absolute stud'.
Roman's a little ginger about locking up with Cena, but is goaded into it, winning the shoulder block. A second lock up leads to a Cena roll up for 1, trying to call back to the go home smackdown, another schoolboy for 2 but Roman laughs it off. Roman doesn't lock up again, kicking and clubbing at Cena while mocking the crowd, a lariat is reversed into another rollup for 2 but gets him back with a reverse lariat (he used the back of his arm, like a chop lariat), a Suplex by Roman leads to a 2 count, then the rest hold. Cena tries to break but Roman smacks him, another suplex for 2 then he dumps Cena out the ring, Cena blocks the punch and tries to flurry back, but is whipped into the steel steps. After some posturing Roman smacks Cena headfirst into the steps again, then posing with the belt as he claims that the crowd needs him, he saunters to the ring but walks into another schoolboy for 2, leading to another punch.
Roman insists that Cena can't win like this, but in his gloating Cena almost lifts him for the AA, which Roman counters into a DDT for 2. Roman almost looks bored, telling the hard cam that he's not apologetic about hurting Cena, Cena once again tries the forearms but when he tries the flying shoulder block he runs into an uppercut. Roman mocks Cena for having only five moves, but again it's a rollup for 2, this time Roman counters with a sleeper, Cena tries to fight but Roman puts his body weight on him, he tries again and Roman uses his weight again, only this time Cena launches him into the corner and follows up with a clothesline. Then come the shoulder tackles, the twisting front drop, but as he tiredly goes for the 5 Knuckle Shuffle, Roman snaps in the Guillotine, Cena tries the Jackknife pin for 2, the hold is broken but this time it's a Superman Punch. Roman wastes too much time though and his spear is countered with a kick, this time the 5 Knuckle Shuffle hits, AA, 1, 2, No. Heyman's having heart palpitations ringside but Cena's locked in the STF, Roman makes the rope to break the hold and leaves the ring, but as Cena looks to follow he's hit by a Drive By.
Roman looks to put Cena away with a Spear on the outside, but Cena counters it with an AA through the Announcer's Table, he drags Roman back into the ring but only gets the 2. Cena goes up top, looking for a dropkick maybe, but he's caught into a powerbomb for 2. Roman seems to be prepping his Superman Punch, but Cena rolls for 2, picks up for the AA but can't lift him all the way, allowing Roman to hit the Superman Punch for another 2. Roman is getting irritated now, Cena's been in his head after all, he goes for the Spear but meets ye olde ring post. Cena pulls Roman up for the Avalanche AA, he lands it, 1, 2, No! Cena taunts Roman this time, quoting his entrance theme then mocking the Oooowaaah, the Spear is cut off though, instead they trade blows, one Superman Punch, two Superman Punch, Roman declares he is WWE and lands the Spear, 1, 2, 3.
Roman stands over the prone Cena, but then the noise is heard. Brock Lesnar is in the building, and he still has the hipster look. Cameras lose control again as Heyman finds a conflict in interest, dude is absolutely jacked though. He approaches Roman in a staredown, but Roman just leaves the ring to close the night. Apparently off-air Lesnar then attacked Cena.
You know what would've made this match better? If the conclusion wasn't so forgone after Smackdown. Did anyone actually think that WWE would let Roman quit? At least before Roman's career was at stake there was a 10% chance Cena could leave as the winner, which would've made the nearfalls much more believable.
As for Lesnar, well, Vince always wanted Roman/Brock to be the main level feud and he's always getting his way. It'll draw, but it only puts paper over the submarine window that is the problem.
Conclusion
A good PPV though. I don't think there was any match that was awful. And that's kinda saying something with Eva Marie involved. Some segments and matches were, legless perhaps, stuff you could've be done with or even just put on Raw which is a shame because that took time from matches, as I said I would've liked to actually see Becky and Bianca wrestle and the Mysterios get more time.
The returns were good, I suppose Chicago definitely had nothing to do with that. But I'm not gonna be sad about seeing Becky Lynch again.
My main problem is probably how despite the big card, there was no doubt, I mean I got all but a couple of matches right on this card and it was because the matches were all built so obviously, those two frankly I predicted because I expected a bit more swerve. Part of it could be the fatigue of all the good wrestling we've seen so far but compared to other PPVs where I've felt on the edge of my seat or shaking in my ribs I just felt cosy, like it was a casual watch.
It was certainly not bad, definitely a good outing with good wrestling, but there is room still to improve on the narrative, and camera work like seriously learn to linger, immediate snap cuts throw people off. New directions are ahead to fulfill that so hopefully WWE can find a course to get back on.
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PAIRING. yoongi/reader GENRE. romance, parents!au RATED. M WORD COUNT. 3.2k WARNINGS. toys, shower sex, creampie, oral (f receiving) EXCERPT. Yoongi was always attractive—your sexy piece of ass, as you like to remind him often—and seeing the tight skin of his back when he undresses further makes the insides of your stomach churn in want: the kind that made you want to fall to your knees, grovel. You love having a kid, but it’s been too long.
The duckies are your daughter’s favourite toys to play with, right after Bboong the whale and the lonesome poop squeaky toy drifting aimlessly near the edge of the tub.
“Soonbok, what did I tell you about splashing?”
She slumps into herself, calming the wriggling of her arms. Her little bread rolls softening into the big-girl-arms you don’t want her to grow into just yet.  “It makes mommy wet and it’s not niiiiice.”
“That’s right, baby.”
She distracts herself with the bubbles when Yoongi’s voice floats in from your bedroom. “Babe?”
“Mm?”
“Mom’s asking what time we’re dropping by.”
“Uh—” you wash Soonbok’s hair diligently as she hums a song to herself— “like an hour, I guess?”
“Okay—”
“MOMMY!” Eyes as wide as the moon, Soonbok screams in a sudden act of proclamation, tiny arms stretched above her head. She looks absolutely distraught. “Santa! Cookies? Cookies! We—We didn’t make cookies! Mommy mommy—”
“I know, Soonbok, you’re baking them with grandma tonight. Remember? Daddy reminded you today.”
“Cookies, mommy. We didn’t make the cookies!”
You reach for the basket sitting next to the tub, smiling silently at her worry. Yoongi likes to deny any accusation of her inheriting his dramatic nature but you know she didn’t get it from you. “You’re making them later, baby. Now, put your toys in here so we can clean up, okay?”
She does so without a word, grabbing the floating toys and placing them inside the plastic container. Thanking her softly, you give her a final rinse before draining the tub and toweling her off. She hates this part the most—it gets too cold too fast, and she’d gained the habit of running off naked into Yoongi’s arms when she was 2-years-old, prompting an especially exhausting goose chase around the room to get her into her clothes—so you dry her off as fast as you can, Soonbok’s tiny body shivering already, chanting: “Go, go, go!”
It’s not long before she’s in her pyjamas and bounding off to her daddy as you dry off the floor. It’s not nearly as wet as you’d anticipated, pride blooming in your chest as you think wistfully about how much older your daughter is getting: she didn’t even need to “clean up, clean up” the puddles on the tiles.
“Yoongi, can you help her pack?”
With that you hear a grunt and two heavy feet planting themselves onto the carpet. “Come, Soonbok, time to pack so you can visit Mama!”
A series of whooping and squealing follows the two down the hall. Soon enough Soonbok is packed and ready to go, her winter boots squelching on the thin layer of snow as she runs, her Pororo backpack bouncing along with her. Yoongi locks the door behind you, and stops you before you can head to the driveway.
“I have a surprise later.”
Your eyebrows shoot up. “I’m scared.”
“Have faith, little one.” He smiles wide, clapping you on the back, the beep of the car following. “I promise it’s good.”
Yoongi’s mom’s house is decked out in glowing Christmas lights; metres of every colour imaginable strung all over the window sills, garage door, and even the 13 foot pine tree sitting out front. Soonbok had always admired the effort her grandparents put into decorating, and questioned constantly if you would do the same for your house. You’ve forgone any sort of warehouse shopping for lights because Yoongi is cautious about the electricity bill, however, and Soonbok had claimed offense right away. She spit in your face the next second: “That’s shitty.” 
(Yoongi broke his back laughing, and you had to claim the bad cop title that night when you scolded her. She’s a lot nicer now.)
Mama opens the door just as Yoongi places Soonbok down after lifting her up to press the doorbell. “My pretty granddaughter! You’re here!” She bends down and places a million and one kisses on your baby’s face while she squirms helplessly.
“Merry Christmas Mama!” Soonbok literally screams after breaking free from the barrage of obligatory Mama Kisses.
“Merry Christmas to you too, our pretty Soonbok.” She holds her  hand, bringing her inside with a quick tut of stomp your boots so the floor isn’t icky. Soonbok happily makes garbled noises—she does this when she does something intensely—as she focuses all her strength into the soles of her feet as she removes the snow from her boots on the doormat.
“Oof! Oof! Gone! Gone! Gone!”
Yoongi looks at you with a disturbed face. “She’s so violent,” he whispers.
“It’s cute!”
“She’s like a mini bulldozer.”
“Yoongi.”
He pinches your wrist, then brings your hand to his mouth, kissing it.
“We’ll be back in two days, ‘kay baby?” You lean down once she’s finished stomping, pressing a kiss to Soonbok’s sweaty hair, pushing it away from her eyes. “You be good for Mama.”
“M’kay,” Soonbok says. “Will I—Will I miss you?”
You can feel Yoongi shake in laughter. “I don’t know, baby. But daddy and mommy will miss you so much.”
Yoongi is next. He steps forward, bending his knees slightly, putting his hand up in invitation. Soonbok doesn’t hesitate to highfive him. “You love daddy?”
“Yeah.”
“You gonna miss daddy?”
“Yeah!”
“You gonna kiss daddy bye bye?”
Soonbok leans into the cheek Yoongi presents to her. Places the tiniest peck with as much pout as she can muster. Mama gives you both a hug and a kiss, and ends pleasantries with quick motions of her hands to shoo you two away.
“Have fun! We won’t call you for help,” she says as she sees Yoongi about to interject. “Go. We love you.”
“Thank you Mama,” you say, and off you and your husband go, waving at your daughter who can barely reach her head over the window frame to see you leave as you settle in the car. You’re on the road with the radio low when Yoongi speaks.
“What time is the party?”
You check the clock on the radio: 7:02 PM. “Two hours, ish. Why?”
He hums. “Just wondering.”
Coming home with no screaming three-year-old is off-putting, to say the least. The lights turn on to a dull hum, fills the empty space as you remove your coat. Yoongi tosses his keys somewhere behind you, and promptly sidles up to your back. He leads with a kiss on the back of your neck.
“Feels weird,” you say.
“Hm?”
“Without her here.”
Yoongi squeezes you with his closed embrace. “I miss her already.”
You turn around and kiss him like no one’s watching; a reality just out of reach on any other day but very, very tangible now as you feel Yoongi press his lips insistently on yours. Hot intimacy long overdue and shortly lived when you breathe, “It’s—I’m just—like—waiting for her to pull on my pants or something.” You know it’s the most unsexy thing to say, but Yoongi’s tongue prods into your mouth anyway.
“Stop—talking about our daughter.”
“Sorry.”
He shrugs, then takes your hand. “Wanna shower?”
“Please.”
The mirror is already beginning to fog up when you come in with towels, placing them on the sink as you admire your very much shirtless husband. Yoongi was always attractive—your sexy piece of ass, as you like to remind him often—and seeing the tight skin of his back when he undresses further makes the insides of your stomach churn in want: the kind that made you want to fall to your knees, grovel. You love having a kid, but it’s been too long. (Soonbok had been battling a nasty flu over the past two weeks, allowing you and Yoongi virtually no time together.)
“You’re so hot,” you say.
Yoongi snorts. “Get naked.”
You do, quickly. The battering of the water soaks just right along your skin, Yoongi’s warmth following. Being in this tiny space with him fills you with a stupid amount of giddiness. Meeting under what feels like secret circumstances, a tryst you’re not supposed to indulge. He mouths a sigh along your shoulders. “Missed you like hell.”
“I know, baby. Pass the soap?” It’s the apricot wash he hands you. “Tired?”
“Nah.”
You scrub; Yoongi massages the suds in his hair. Stealing kisses to your neck when you don’t expect it. The water is scalding, but his touch scorches you. “Oh—what was surprise you were talking about earlier?”
“Mm. Finish up and I’ll tell you.”
It’s like fuel, his promise. He laughs at your rush to rinse off, bottles nearly bowled off in your haste.  You know he won’t blame you for being too eager, though. The liberation that comes with being a parent with no immediate responsibilities makes you feel unbelievably sexy.
You spin to meet your front to his; chests hot, noses bumping. Arms melting into the soft of his shoulders when you reach around him. “Tell me!”
He molds his mouth onto yours in answer, hands searching for your ass before squeezing. “I miss you.”
“I miss you too, fathead.”
“Sit down here and let me service you, wife.” An easy command you raise your eyebrows to. The shower bench is distractingly cool against your ass. Yoong’s immediate drop to his knees brings your attention back. He lets you slide till you’re comfortable, grabbing the slick of your calf to rest beside his ear. “So I have, what—a little less than an hour and a half to make you cum?”
“Yessir.”
His fingers are pruned cold when they spread your pussy. “You’re delectable, I hope you know.”
There’s a tease of his nail on your clit, then the hard suck that follows. You shiver right into his touch. “Hhhh—God.”
The water from the showerhead rains steady on his back. A lustful dimension of steam and fogged-up glass. His tongue slides a dangerous path along your slit, taking the buck of your hips with the same enthusiasm.
His strokes batter your clit straight on, all his frustrations from not getting to pay attention to you the way he wants all honed in on the slick of his saliva. Claiming all your heat with his mouth, an intensity you try not to shy away from so you close your eyes instead.
“Yoongi—oh—!” He’s suckling like he’s starved. A nice reminder that your pussy is still his preferred meals for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Your thigh twitches with every pulse of his puckered lips, tips of your fingers sliding helplessly along the shower tile, no traction for your desperation.
“Oh,” you whine. Blearily seeing Yoongi with his own eyes shut tight, mouth sealed on your sopping sex, your nipples taut. His hair sticks to his forehead. “Shit—”
He groans into you. Switching gears and pressing his head deeper in between your thighs if only to assure that he gets every single drop of desire you have to offer. His head bobs with every sharp indulgence, tongue twisting fast into the wetness you offer, noises from your throat spilling faster than you can keep them down.
“I’m—close...”
He’s got either thigh on his shoulder in an instant. The unholy mixture of your arousal and his spit slides right down your ass, filth of it all squeezing your thighs to his ears. “Oh my god.“ The squelch is lewd, a sound only half registering through the buzz in your ears from how loud you’re getting. “Fuck, Yoongi, I’m—!”
It’s the last barrier holding the dam together bursting. Your orgasm rips right through you, the speed so alarming it’s all you can do not to buck his head off completely. The tightness at your cunt unfurling right into Yoongi’s waiting mouth, your hips grinding into his heat. Your eyes roll back with the collapse of your mind into ecstasy.
He doesn’t stop. Not until you’re panting through pleas, thighs trembling into a close. He fends it off with insistent hands.
“Yoongi, oh my God—please—no more—!”
The pop is loud when he loosens his suckling. “All I’d do, you know. This cunt?” He taps your pelvis affectionately, watching your come-down with a hunger he doesn’t try to hide. “The best.”
“Mhm,” you pant. “I’ll—I’ll let her know you think so kindly of her.”
“I’ll send a gift basket too. Cranberries, pineapples?”
Your legs are dead weights when you drop them down. “That’s good—I’m sure she’d like that.”
“Good.” He accepts the kiss you give him. Slow in your exchange, sticky with the taste of your tang. 
The glide of his fingers along your chest is tentative. He’s careful with the squeeze of your tit, but you press forward with silent encouragement. It’d taken a while for you to warm up to Yoongi touching you like this, with the confidence to accept his attention. The part of motherhood that mangled all the youthful parts away from you consumed most of your sex life after having Soonbok, sucked especially out of what was once your pert chest, the smooth skin of your stomach. Yoongi was patient, though. You didn’t fuck with the lights on for a solid two months, and that was only until your daughter had learned to sleep through the night. “I still haven’t—I still have something for you, baby.”
You lick into his mouth. “I have the feeling we won’t be on time for the party.”
“Seokjin will understand the needs of a man who was desperate to ravish his wife after a two week dry spell—“
“Relax, wise guy,” you retort. “Show me what you have. I missed you too.”
Yoongi opens the door, reaching over to rummage for something in one of the baskets on the floor. He presents to you a—
“Vibrator? Yoongi that’s gonna get wet—“
It’s an annoyed look he sends you. “Made sure to get a waterproof vibe, genius. Now get up against the wall, my knees hurt and I’m—so fucking hard.”
“Should I face you?”
He shakes his head. “I—Will you let me fuck you here?” You realize belatedly that the water is, in fact, still running.
“I don’t think I’ll cum though.”
Tutting, Yoongi waves the vibe around. “I’ll make you feel good. Now spare some ass, please. Lube?”
“No, it’s—it’s fine.” The tile is a comforting cool on your forehead, stifling that warmth when the head of his dick presses against your core. Yoongi rubbing along your slick, closing your eyes at the near-foreign feeling of hitting it from the back because that’s just too loud in the cloak of a late night. He bottoms out with an ease that makes your fists curl tight.
“Oh—shit.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah—oh. Please.”
Suddenly all you know is the pounding of the shower water, the pounding in all the right places. It’s dizzying, trapped in the fever of his drive. He buries his head in your neck, your name strangled in his throat. Then he puts the vibe against your clit.
The sensation is new, a shaking of your nerves that has you reeling. “Oh fuck.”
Yoongi rams his hips with vigour unmatched, breath stunted. “Shit you feel so—fuck how close—can you cum?”
“N-No,” you say. Or: whimper, because regardless, you feel light. The quiver of the wet silicone slips in his hold, too busy keeping the pace you’re both losing yourselves to.
He shuts the vibe. “Hold this, please.”
The faucets squeak shut. Yoongi slips out, a slow preamble to his haste when he nearly tears off the shower curtains, reaching for the towels you’d laid out. Drying you off isn’t as graceful as you’d like but neither of you are pressed for a complete towel-off at this point—he completely ignores your hair to dry off with the other just as quick.
It’s almost funny, him dragging you by the wrist from the warmth and straight into the cold air that hits too fast, but not as fast as Yoongi finding the mattress and pushing you down face first. He slaps your ass for good measure. “Sorry, I—holy fuck. Please let me make you cum.”
“In. In in in—”
He’s quick to fill you up. Yoongi pistons his dick like he’s never known a slower alternative. Testing your ability to keep up but your hips are locked with his grip.
Something’s missing. And you feel it—limp in your hand, the vibe shut off. It’s on with a shaky press of your thumb. You’re quick to introduce the revving where you pulse. You know Yoongi feels it when he swears. Landing a quick slap to your ass in retaliation but you love when he makes you take it. ”Shit, keep going.”
The skin on your ass stings. Moans in tandem with each smack of his palm. The toy digs deep in your clit, breath hitching because you feel it. You’re drowning in it. “Oh god Yoongi—just like that—”
You hear him talk but it sounds like cymbals clashing, nothing coherent registering in your head. Just noise in the roughness of your love, the roar in your ears overwhelming any sense of using your tongue to speak so you mewl instead.
His hips are damp against your ass. The sound is nasty in all the right ways. It’s got your gut twisted in the absolute need to just—you just—
“Yoongi I’m—”
Both hands hold your hips up higher. You cum like this, crying into the sheets, suns and stars rearranging in the dark of your closed eyes when you succumb to the explosive relief. Dropping the vibe onto the sheets because you’ve lost all sense of a good grip, clutching the bed like it’s your lifeline. You bury Yoongi’s name in the sheets.
“I’m cumming—I’m cumming-—” he declares. He stutters in rhythm, pumping cum deep where you drip. Groaning low, fingers tight on your skin. “Oh my god.”
You reach down with shaky hands, shutting the toy off. “I’m dead. I can’t—feel my legs.”
Yoongi makes a choked noise. “You know when you cum I see the seventh heaven?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s it like?”
He pulls out, lets you collapse onto your back. “What, feeling you cum? It’s—euphoric.”
“Ooh, big words.”
“Only the best for—” he taps your pelvis once more— “the best pussy.”
“Come here, stupid.” Yoongi crawls over you, uncaring of the mess left all over your cunt. “Kiss me.”
He does. It’s languid, sweaty—the softness that comes post-intense sex. You feel a surge of adoration run through you when your legs tangle. “I love you,” you say.
He sinks his lips into yours again. “Same to you, momma. Now go pee, I’ll change the sheets.”
You feel a tug on your chest. “So sexy.”
“And I’ll dry your hair.” You feign a shudder. Yoongi smacks your ass in faux-haste. “Go. We’re late as it is.”
“That is not my fault!”
He tuts. “Go and pee so we can call Soonbok before she sleeps.”
By the time you’re prim enough to go on video chat, Soonbok has just brushed her teeth. “Hi baby. Are you ready to sleep?”
Soonbok is very focused on her dolls. “Yeah, mommy. I’m tired.” She says this like an overworked maid. A thirty-year-old tinge of exhaustion probably from changing and feeding her dollies, and you stifle a laugh. “Mama, I’m sleepy.”
“Sleep well, Soonbok,” Yoongi pipes up from behind you, just about to put on his jacket. “Be a good girl, okay?”
“M’kay daddy. You be good too, ‘kay?”
“Will do, baby.”
You say bye after Soonbok hands the phone back to Mama, exchanging good nights as Yoongi helps you slip your coat on. Seokjin won’t be too mad at your tardiness, you hope. Seeing the tired smile of your baby is all worth it. And Yoongi smiles, knowing you.
“I miss her,” he says. Pushing down the instinctual need to check the baby monitor, you press forward out the door.
“Me too.”
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captainjimothycarter · 4 years ago
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How about a Steggy drabble for the "stormy day" prompt in that October prompt list you posted? (Only if you feel like it of course!) :D
This is so not what you wanted. *insert Modern Day Steggy* I don’t know where I was going with this.
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The fact that his apartment complex or fuck the whole neighborhood had been plunged into darkness during a heavy, stormy night didn’t surprise Steve. He sat in the sudden darkness on his couch, phone in hand as he listened to the lightning and thunder clash outside, like two Gods in battle. He listened to the heavy wind and rain threaten to burst down his apartment and flood everything away. Lightning streaked once more and when he thought the coat stand in the far corner of the room, Steve sighed and figured he’d better get a flashlight or two.
It was supposed to do this all week, with very little breaks in between. They were expecting over seven inches of rain, if not more, not that those measurements meant anything to him. With the power out, his job of working as a comic book artist and finally putting some fresh ideas to paper was useless.
It was cold in the apartment now without power and the blonde was fully aware as he pulled out his trunk of emergency flashlights, camper burners, candles, etc. that he remembered someone had moved in just next door. He doubted they had prepared for this either. 
The past few storms had taught him that his neighbors had all prepared for this, after going through every other home and giving out flashlights and candles to be sure they had something to see by. No idea how long this outage will last.
Hopefully not long, because Mr. Jensen upstairs needed his oxygen, but his wife assured him that they had a generator. That was just her text coming in again to confirm they were okay.
How do you even go to your next-door-neighbor? Hi, I’m Steve? The power is out and I’m not trying to be creepy or have some Hallmark moment, I just didn’t know if you had flashlights or a charger for your phone. 
“Mother-fuck-get off!”
Steve’s heart lurched into his throat at the shouting, the worst ideas coming to mind. He didn’t even think. He jerked the door open and pointed the bright beam of light at the figure on the floor, eyes wide.
“What the hell?!”
She was...his neighbor. The brunette with the chocolate brown eyes, pretty red lips, and a flare for the dramatics with a spark of stubborn energy that never seemed to die. He’s seen her around the lobby, the cafe down the street. Never had the courage to talk to her.
“I-I-I-I…” Steve swallowed the stutter and dropped the box, reaching a hand down to pull her to her feet. “You...shouted, I overreacted.”
“Damn right you overreacted, breaking into my home. What gives you that right?” She growled, her accent doing nothing to help Steve and his muddled brain.
“None, ma’am, but...I thought you were in trouble and reacted. I…” The light fell to her feet, where a pale blue and yellow baby blanket was wrapped around her leg.
“Unless you’re here to save me from my son’s baby blanket, then I think I could handle it.” The anger melted from her face as she read Steve’s expression. “I can’t be too mad, can I? You heard me screaming, luckily I didn’t wake the baby up. I’m sorry. I’m frustrated with these cheap lights and this storm. Michael can’t sleep without his nightlight, I was going to fix him a bottle.”
As if right on cue, there were heavy screams of an infant who’d woken up in a confused and dark setting didn’t like to be. 
“Excuse me, Steve, was it? I better go get him.”
“Yeah, it was...I…”
By the time Peggy came back, an infant in one arm curled up against her chest. His hand was no larger than Steve’s pinkie. And oh, oh he must just be less than a week old.
Peggy looked up from cradling the sniffling baby and frowned at Steve holding a bottle and a steaming cup of ginger tea as if it was a peace offering. He’d placed several lights around them, some battery-powered and stuck to the walls to give the living room some space. He’d even fixed the couch so she could lay back with the baby.
“You didn’t have to do this,” she whispered as she sat on the couch and adjusted Michael in her arms to get him to take the bottle. There came that sigh of relief when he latched on instantly. “I’m Peggy by the way, I...diddidn’ introduce myself before. Your neighbor, Mrs. Jensen upstairs talks about you all the time. She helped me move in last week.”
“I wish I was here, I could’ve helped. I was in D.C.,” Steve sighed, sitting on the edge of the couch and adjusting a blanket so it covered Peggy’s cold feet. It was odd, being in a stranger’s home that was clearly halfway unpacked with boxes, moving blankets, half put together furniture, but it felt more like home than his four walls did. 
“Doing a presentation on your comic, right? She told me all about your comics and how you’ve donated so much money to various organizations when you could’ve lived comfortably by now and how you even purchased her husband’s generator.” The pride in Peggy’s voice made Steve’s throat tighten. He found himself looking down at his hands where she nudged him with her foot. “I think it’s awfully nice of you. You do more for these people in this lil, ole apartment than you do for yourself. Is that why you came here - to my apartment?”
“Y-yeah, yeah. I just knew you had moved in and didn’t think you were prepared for this storm. I didn’t know you had a son, Mrs. Jensen didn’t mention it.” He wanted to ask the obvious, where’s the father. Partner? There was no ring on her finger, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t taken. He didn’t want to overstep but so far, it didn’t seem like he was. 
“No, I doubt she knew. I had already had Michael’s stuff moved in before I even moved here. I doubt many know since I haven’t been out much. When I have, it’s without him, my friend and his wife come to babysit while I run errands. He’s so small and I’m terrified of something happening when I don’t know the streets so well, I…”
The human fear of being a first-time parent was there. Steve didn’t know that fear well but he’s grown up around it with his ma being a nurse. His hand slowly moved to close around Peggy’s calf, giving a tender squeeze. 
“You’re human,” he tells her in the softest tone he can manage. It still manages to rumble from his chest like a dragon about to blow flames. “You’re a first-time mother, it seems and a single-parent if I have to guess. This terror you’re feeling is new. Michael looks like how I did - premie?” At her nod, he smiled. “You’re doing great, Peggy. I don’t have kids, but I...can help. My ma is a nurse. I’m sure she can offer some advice.”
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That’s how at nearing midnight, Steve found himself putting together a rocking-chair thanks to a video on YouTube. Following the rocking-chair was a changing table, dresser, and even Peggy’s bed. She’d been sleeping on the couch with the bassinet beside her. He made a call to his mother to ask about Michael’s medication and introduced over video Sarah and Peggy and unsurprisingly the pair hit it off.
And in private, Sarah warned Steve he better not mess around, not that he was the type. Peggy needed someone to depend on in this scary time but she was glad it was her son. 
“Okay,” Steve sighed, taking the plastic that had been around the mattress and tossing it down the recycling chute with a grin. “I think that’s done. Is there anything else?”
Peggy still laid on the couch, bottle and tea empty, cradling her son close. She nodded and sat up, nodding at Steve to sit. When he sat further away from her, she came closer and slowly eased Michael into his arms.
Steve froze because for his vast size and despite his mother’s knowledge, he’s never held a child before. Oh, he was so small and warm. And full of life. Wrapped up in a tight bundle of duckie-themed blankets. 
“Shh. There we go, just support his head. See, you’re a natural.” She laid her head on his shoulder, the smell of her lavender shampoo flooding Steve’s nose. “I wanted you to...hold him. He hasn’t been held by many others. Oh, he likes you.”
The smile on the infant’s face did warm Steve’s heart, enough to slowly rub his fingertip over the infant’s nose.
“No, I think that just means he passed gas.” Steve’s nose wrinkled up at the smell but he, like Peggy found himself on caring as she snuggled into him. “If you don’t mind me asking - what does bring you all the way here and with an infant?”
“Work,” she yawned, picking up a heavy blanket to wrap around both of them. The storm was still going on outside and given the notifications on their phones, it was expected to go on for a while. “I start teaching at Brooklyn University in a week. They paid me to move here and to settle, even with my son. The hardest part was leaving him in NICU until he was strong enough to fly. But my...friends, Mr. Jarvis and his wife were able to care for him in there while I was gone. I felt like a terrible mother.”
“You are no such thing. You had no choice, Pegs. Come here.” It took some adjusting before Michael was situated in her arms and she was in his. He didn’t understand this - how did they get so close like this? He was just here to offer a flashlight and maybe rescue her from a baby blanket, now he was holding a tired mother in his arms.
“Pegs, from all that you’ve told me...from moving, losing your family, to...having to close estates and do paperwork back overseas, all after giving birth and leaving your son behind to be in the care of your friends, it shows how strong you are. You came back. You’re here now. He still loves you. No one judges you for that.”
Well, he could think of a few of those snobby nurses but hopefully, he thought she didn’t have to deal with them. 
“You’re here now,” he continued. “You’re making a life for the two of you.”
How was it that this was happening? That Steve found himself nodding off with a single mother and infant in his lap while a storm raged on around them? When the sun would later stream through the window, he’d find Peggy in the kitchen, unpacking the last of the pots and pans. His flashlights were piled back into his box, and the baby, sleeping in his bassinet again.
The blanket fell from Steve as he got to his feet and slowly crossed over to the kitchen, not wanting to wake the baby, just watching Peggy. 
She smiled as she turned around to hand him a cup of coffee, sipping on her own. “You looked so peaceful asleep, I didn’t want to wake you. The storm finally stopped.”
With no storm between them, it almost felt awkward with last night’s memory. The cuddling, the closeness, the sense of home, it felt foolish. Had he just imagined it all? 
“It did,” Steve mused, looking out the window. “I can help you unpack later, I have to go into the office and submit some new drafts. Would you...like to come with me? I think Michael could use a little bit of sun. His stroller is together, I worked on it last night while you changed him and the...the car seat. I have a Jeep we can use.”
The flush on the blonde’s cheeks told Peggy everything she wanted to know, the stumbling words were just added details. He wanted more time with her, with her son, and so did she. “To your place of work? Isn’t that a bit scandalous, Mr. Rogers? What would they say?” To Steve’s ears turning red, Peggy laughed. “I’d love to. We could make a day of errands. Do you mind - of course? It’s your vehicle after all.”
“If I minded, I wouldn’t ask.” Setting the mug aside, Steve reached around her to pick up a box of dishes before they started to fall to the floor. “Good. We’ll make a day of it, grab some breakfast.”
And maybe with luck, Steve could learn more about his new neighbor. Of course, when he’s not rescuing her from tangling baby blankets.
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charlemange1 · 4 years ago
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Ask of the Lesser (Frankenstein/Lovecraft Works): 5 What the Moon Brings
“What exactly is that?”
“A dress for Mama! She will need clothes when we revive her, Mr. Curwen,” I chirped, caressing the white silk. “Mama looked so beautiful in the dresses she used to wear. When I was a boy, she would always take William and I’s hands and race up the hills near our villa to watch the sun rise over the mountains. You should have seen her! When we went after a rain shower, the droplets on Mama’s dress would sparkle in the rising light! She was such an angel,” I wiped away fond tears. “William always tried capturing those shining droplets in his little hands, his expression was so precious when the liquid ran down his fingers instead! I cannot wait to relive those happy times. See here,” I hopped over to my assortment of dresses and toys and snatched up a carved spinning top to show Curwen. “I have been spending some of the allowance you give me on little trinkets I know will make them smile!”
Curwen moved aside a carved ducky with his shoe, unimpressed. “Pace yourself. We must resurrect Victor before we can even consider the rest of your family.”
“I know,” I sighed, returning the spinning top to the couch that doubled as my bed. Curwen had drug it and other abandoned furniture into a cleared corner of the kitchen for my sleeping quarters. I had hoped the move would cure the nightmares that plagued me in the library, but the devouring mass of tentacles and eyes followed me wherever I rested my head. Traumatizing though the visions were, I internalized my horrific dreams to save Curwen the trouble of mocking my senseless agitation. He was going to such great lengths for my sake and I dared not inconvenience him with petty complaints.
“I have also made you dinner,” I smiled, pointing to the readied fish platter on the table beside a smaller plate containing my own. “I spent the entirety of my allowance this week on some rare spices for us!”
“We agreed that you would leave all food outside my lab, nowhere else,” Curwen’s voice dripped with disapproval and my eyes fell back on the dress. “Do you honestly believe I have the time to waste eating out here with lesser minds such as yours?”
“Of course not, sir! But surely you cannot usurp the laws of nature on an empty stomach?” I pleaded. Try as I might to prove myself, so set was Curwen’s sights on high aspirations that he never glanced down to consider fellowship with little men like me. “Sir, you always eat alone in your lab, and since you are too busy for evening walks together, I thought this would be the best way to show my appreciation for everything you do for me…”
“That can be achieved by picking up my equipment from the docks every fortnight and minding my personal space,” Curwen muttered, though he placed his coat over the chair and settled down. I scampered over to the seat across from him as Curwen took his first bite and grimaced.
“This is far too plain, Ernest. You cannot expect me to finish.”
I slid the readied jar of salt his way. Curwen groaned and sprinkled it sparingly.
“You have your brother’s determination,” he shook his head with the first smile I had seen in weeks. “Nothing deterred Victor once his mind was set—for better or worse.”
My finger’s tightened around Mama’s dress at Victor’s mentioning, though I dared not speak out and ruin the first conversation I had had with Curwen, or anyone, in days. The gesture was not lost on my host.
“You should not hate him, Ernest.”
“You expect me to forgive that man?” I folded the white dress. It was the color of good, not like my brother. How beautiful Mama had appeared when the morning light lit her smiling face! “Those bright souls are extinguished because Victor could not let the dead lie!”
“Just as you are doing now?”
Ingolstadt’s unnatural silence filled the room.
“No. I am undoing his destruction,” I corrected.
“Two wrongs do not make a right,” Curwen’s white teeth flashed in the torchlight.
“Unless said wrong is for the greater good,” I retorted. The greater good. That was what I told myself the noises from Curwen’s locked laboratory that woke me in the dead of night were.
“Your brother said the same,” Curwen said.
“I thought you said he kept his life private?” I challenged, though Curwen’s glare silenced me, reminding me how much I owed this man.
“I did,” Curwen frowned. “But with time, it is easy to see into the hearts of the company you keep. Victor arrived at Ingolstadt broken enough to seek out the unorthodox. Your mother’s death crushed him. He cared deeply for those he left in Geneva.”
“Not enough to write,” my default complaint faltered on my tongue.
“You can hardly blame one for being swept up in their work,” Curwen idly brushed some blueish powder off his shirt.
“Do you ever write to your family in America?” I asked, hoping to steer the conversation into calmer waters.
“Having moved among far more potent entities, what use have I for the likes of them?” Curwen laughed sardonically. “Why go back on nearly nine years of blissful silence?”
“Nine years?” I gagged.
“Salem is trapped between woodlands and ocean, there is little opportunity for fine education in America,” Curwen sniffed, banging his fist on the table. “Europe is far richer in its secrets. Secrets my weak-minded kin lack the constitution to grasp.”
“Indeed,” I said slowly, thinking of that lonely letter. Someone had wanted to block Victor from reaching out to us. Someone who cared little for family relations. “It is dusk. I should start for the docks if I hope to receive the next shipment.”
**
My second horse resided in an abandoned barn a great distance from the frightening presence of the university. Curwen had made a habit of seeing me off and waiting for my return to help pull the wagon the rest of the way. Tonight was no different, and I settled into my routine as I rode to the secluded waterfront where the old captain waited with his hat hiding his eyes. Neither he nor the sailors mocked me as I paid up, a change I was to grateful to question until the masks were flung aside and a dozen muskets forced me to the ground. The ‘captain’ stepped into the torchlight, boasting a far more menacing figure than the shriveled man I had grown accustomed too. Beneath the familiar coat stretched over wide shoulders, I glimpsed a shirt buttoned unevenly. It was Button Boy from the tavern, and he had acquired several new friends.
“Beautiful night for a stroll, eh Monsieur Frankenstein?” he sneered.
“It was. The pitchforks and muskets ruined the mood, I fear,” I muttered as two men held me down in the dirt.
“Tell me, Ernest, what business do you have wandering out after dark? Your clattering wagon could wake the dead.” Not expecting a response, Button Boy turned to another ‘sailor’ with glasses halfway down his crooked nose. “See your honor, I told you we could mimic those outlaws and he would be too foolish to know the difference!”
I was just happy they were not laughing at me!
“Where is the captain?” I croaked, looking around the silent bank.
“Where all the killers go,” Button Boy traced an imaginary line across his throat.
“Killers?”
“Feinting ignorance will not save you,” Button Boy snarled. The captain’s coat slumped to the ground as he knelt beside me. “Everyone in Ingolstadt knows what you Frankenstein’s are about,” his palm opened to show the jewelry I had paid him earlier. “You conspire with the Deep Ones for earthly riches! Unhallowed servant of Satan, you will bring the devil’s work to our city no more!” He called to a man beside my wagon, “Split the crate! Show him how much we know.”
The man threw one of my crates to the ground and a group of three smashed the wood with the ends of their muskets. I held back a cry at the splintering wood, for each crack widened the gap in my heart that whispered I would never see Mama or any of my family ever again. My agony turned to confusion as what rested in the crate was not mushrooms at all, but more sealed vases. An angry kick shattered one and a dark red spilled out. After years of walking through former battlefields, I recognized the familiar scent of blood!
The captain’s remark floated to the surface of my skull and popped with a ferocity that rattled me—that is the finest chemical France has to offer! Only thing those hounds are good for.
“Paying outlaws to gather your wicked supplies?” Button Boy hissed. His face was redder than the blood spreading toward us. “Who were they? Fleeing refugees no one would miss? I doubt the specifics would keep a monster like you from sleeping at night. Rest assured; we will make this the last night you live.”
“Lock him up,” the man beside Button Boy tinkered with his thick glasses. “We have the evidence to execute him on the morrow.”
Button Boy nodded. “We will make an example of you, Frankenstein. Of what happens to those who play god.”
“You are mistaken,” I protested. My head throbbed from illness and shock as I fought to act on these dreadful revelations. “I would never stand for such heinous dealings!”
But Curwen?
The surrounding faces were contorted in a mixture of terror and rage. Not even Button Boy had a trace of trickery in those blue eyes. These men were homesteaders protecting their loved ones from villains. Villains like me, I realized with a shudder, as the spreading blood left its sickly trail of red on the stones. Even as they led me away, I knew I had to remain their only target. Maybe it was from shock or disbelief, but I could not expose Curwen to these men. His success was wrapped up with my family, and amidst all the lies and chaos, the image of Mama holding me in her white dress was all I had to cling too.
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Life is a Game of Risks, Chapter 33
Chapter Summary - Lily finds out what her mother has been up to behind her back.
TRIGGERS - Past domestic abuse, Past emotional abuse, Past sexual abuse.
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Alexianna and Tom looked at the apartment, Alexianna almost giggling as she looked at her belongings in their new home. From the pictures on the walls to the bed linen in the rooms, everything was theirs, a sign that this beautiful place was the place they would call home for some time, enough time to get themselves through the stresses of the rest of Alexianna’s course and for her to be able to work full time at the end and earn more to look after them.
‘Do you think she will like it?’ Tom smiled, already knowing the answer.
‘I don’t think she is going to know if we are joking.’ Alexianna laughed. ‘I need to get a shower and we will go collect her then.’
‘Go, you don’t have a lot of time.’ Tom ushered. Alexianna did as he stated, leaving Tom to smile as he waited for her return. He could hear the water running upstairs and the door to the bathroom closing, telling him that Alexianna had gone for her shower. It was then he leapt up the stairs and rushed to retrieve his gifts for her and Lily, placing them where they needed to be before going down the stairs again and hoping that with the rush they were in, she would not return to her room again before they left, leaving her to receive her surprise alongside her daughter on their return. He had just made it to the kitchen when he realised that her phone was ringing. Usually, he would not go near it, but hearing it was Daniel’s ringtone, he knew she would rather someone answer. ‘Daniel, hello.’
‘Tom, how are things?’
‘Very well, and you?’
‘Great. Listen is that terror of a little sister of mine around at all?’
‘She is in the shower at the moment. We have to collect Lil’s in a moment and she needs to clean herself off after the last few boxes.’
‘It’s all in?’
‘Every last bit.’ Tom confirmed.
‘Thank fuck.’ There was a definite sigh of relief from Daniel. ‘And Lily’s appointment?’
‘On the mend, she is off the steroids, but on the inhaler for another two weeks, if she gets better, she is off that too.’
‘Thank God. So no more of that dive hole?’
‘We are taking Lily there after school to say goodbye.’
‘Does she know?’
‘Not a clue. We are just going to walk into an empty house and say nothing.’
‘Tom, please, I am begging you, get Al to record her for me, okay? I need to see her face.’
‘Of that place or the new one?’
‘Both, please, I need to see my Lily-pads face at this. I am devastated I cannot get there.’
‘I will be sure to pass on the message.’
‘Cheers, Tom. Listen, about that question you asked about someone minding Lily...can I ask why?’
‘I want to bring Alexianna away for a night as a treat for her, but I know she will not leave Lily for that long.’
‘I’m off the rigs for six weeks, I was planning on spending at least two in London with her and Lily, maybe even an extra one with Anna to finally introduce them.’
‘She will love that.’
‘Actually, could you do me a favour?’
‘If I can?’ Tom was half scared as to what Daniel would ask of him, but when the other man began to tell him, he smiled.
‘Tom?’ Alexianna rushed down the stairs. ‘Tom, it’s nearly…’ He was standing there with her coat in his hand, ‘Thank you.’ He smiled as they rushed out the door, her bag, keys and phone all in Tom’s hand. ‘I would be lost without you, Tom.’
‘I will quote you on that.’ Tom chuckled as they got into the car and went towards the school. ‘Before I forget, Daniel called your phone.’
‘You answered him?’
‘Yes.’ She smiled in relief. ‘He said to record Lily’s reactions and that he will call tonight before she goes to bed.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Anytime.’ Tom took her hand and kissed it as they waited at traffic lights.
*
‘Come on, Lil’s, get your bag.’ Tom instructed as they arrived at the old flat, opening the door of the car to let her out. Lily hopped out carefully, Tom taking her hand so that she would be safe.
They rushed up to the front door, the rain was not too heavy, but enough to hasten them. ‘Get in and get your uniform off.’ Her mother ordered as she opened the door. Tom behind her, unbeknownst to the child getting ready to record her.
Lily immediately rushed into the bedroom to do as she was told. ‘What the…?’
‘Lily, do as you are told.’ Alexianna ordered, trying to hide her giggles.
‘Mommy, we’ve been rob-bed! Call the police!’ Came a very concerned little voice from the room.
Alexianna and Tom laughed to themselves as Lily became more and more befuddled. ‘Just get changed, Lily.’ Alexianna forced out, unable to hide her laughter.
There was the sound of drawers opening and closing. ‘But everything is gone.’
‘We must be in the wrong house.’ Tom stated simply.
‘No, Tom! This is the right one, cause the key worked in the door, don’t be silly.’ Alexianna erupted in laughter behind her hand again as her daughter reprimanded Tom from the bedroom. ‘All our stuff was here afore, Mommy where is everything?’ Lily demanded, coming out of the room looking both peeved and confused.
‘I guess the fairies took them away when we weren’t here.’ She shrugged.
‘We need to call the police.’
‘Okay, how about we go in the car to the police then?’ Tom suggested. Lily nodded decisively. ‘Alright, back out to the car.’ Tom instructed.
Lily paused for a moment and looked around. ‘Maybe it’s not our house, it was never this big. But that’s Uncle Daniel’s bed.’ She pointed to the lumpy foldout. ‘I don’t know.’
‘Come on, we’ll get out and get sorted.’ Alexianna encouraged. ‘Say bye.’
‘Why ´would we say bye to a house, Mommy?’
‘Because it’s polite to say goodbye to fairies.’
‘Bye fairies!’ Lily all but shrieked as she turned and left.
They got into the car again and Tom started the car. Looking to Alexianna, he waited for her to look away from it and back at him. ‘Ready?’
‘Yes.’ She nodded.
Tom indicated out into traffic and began the journey to their new destination.
Inside the damp and musty flat, there was no sign of the woman and her little girl that called it home for four years. Who sought refuge there after an abusive marriage came to an end, only a keyring with two identical keys on it and an envelope posted from a rig in the North Sea, containing the exact same as what was on the table.
*
‘Mommy, why is the gate doing this silly thing, who is opening it?’
‘They are electronic.’ Alexianna explained.
‘Is this the police station?’
‘No, love.’
‘But we were rob-ed. We need to tell the police.’
‘Lil’s, we just need to come here first, okay?’
‘Okay.’ Lily was less than pleased with the delay but could do nothing about it from her car seat.
Tom parked in the allocated spot for Alexianna’s apartment and the pair looked at one another again.
‘Come on Lil’s.’ her mother exited the car and opened the door for Lily to come out.
‘This is pretty.’ Lily commented as she looked around. ‘Why are we here?’
‘We need to do something.’
‘Like what?’
‘You’ll see.’ Her mother smiled as she walked up the steps and towards a door.
Lily watched curiously as her mother took out a key and walked into a home. Assuming it was like the other nice houses her mother cleaned, Lily stepped in and wiped her feet before stepping forward. She frowned to see her mother standing expectantly in front of her. ‘Mommy, you’re being….Mommy, that’s my Paw Patrol jacket.’ She stared at the coat rack inside the door where indeed, her favourite coat was hanging. ‘And that’s my picture.’ In the hallway, Alexianna had put her pictures from Lily’s first day at school. ‘Mommy?’
‘Well, that is odd, that is your picture.’ Alexianna played up. ‘What else is here?’
Lily rushed from the hallways into the room beyond it and gasped. ‘My DVD’s.’ Alexianna and Tom made their way in, Tom holding his phone as he recorded her reaction for her uncle. ‘Mommy, all my stuff is here.’
‘It is, isn’t it?’ Alexianna beamed. ‘I wonder what’s upstairs?’
‘Up...there’s upstairs?’ Lily rushed out the door again and ran up the stairs.
‘Lily, there are people below you, don’t stomp.’ Alexianna warned, but she followed her quickly.
‘MOMMY!’ Lily was standing at the door of the bathroom. ‘A real bath, Mommy, it has a bath.’
Alexianna swallowed at how something like a bathtub caused such a reaction in her daughter. ‘It’s lovely.’
‘There are even duckies!’ Lily looked at the set of coloured rubber ducks on the back of the bath, set up neatly.
‘What else is here?’ Tom asked, too excited to wait to see how Lily would react to the next bit.
As curiosity overtook her, Lily walked out of the bathroom and looked at the two closed doors that she noticed on either side of it. One was plain, but the other was not. ‘That’s my name.’ She pointed to the door that was decorated. ‘That...why is my name there?’
‘Why don’t you open it and find out.’ Alexianna beamed as she watched her daughter go to the door and open it.
Lily did as instructed and looked around. ‘What the…?’
‘What’s going on Princess?’ Tom asked.
‘All my toys are in this room.’ She looked around, inspecting everything. ‘That’s all mine, and that’s a picture of me and Mommy and Uncle Daniel.’ She pointed to a picture on the wall of when Daniel and Alexianna had brought her to a petting zoo when she was younger, the three of them smiling happily. ‘Why is everything here?’
Alexianna knelt down and smiled brightly at her. ‘What if I told you that all your stuff is here because this is your new bedroom, all for you.’
Lily’s confusion intensified. ‘What?’
‘This is our new home, Lily. We live here now.’
‘No more smelly house that makes me sick?’ Alexianna shook her head. ‘And this is my room?’
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‘All for you, no sharing with me anymore, you get to be a big girl, with your own new bed and these shelves are for your books and everything.’ When Lily began to cry, Alexianna was terrified and hugged her. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’
‘I have my own room.’ Lily sobbed.
‘I thought you would like it.’
‘I do.’
‘Then why are you crying?’ Alexianna asked.
‘I am so happy.’ Lily wailed.
Alexianna looked up at Tom who had been filming but was, until that stage, was wondering if he should stop. When Lily’s sobs became more powerful, Alexianna hugged her tighter. ‘Talk to me, Lils.’
‘I have my own pretty room.’
‘I know, Tom made your bed, and got the lady that painted your walls.’ Lily looked around her, noticing that there was art on the walls, beautiful fairies and flowers and even a Fairy door in the corner with a little letter with it. She walked over and took the letter. ‘Mommy, what does it say?’ She sniffed, wiping her tears on her sleeve.
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‘Let’s see.’ Alexianna took it and opened the wax seal on it. ‘This is fancy, it’s like Harry Potter’s letter, isn’t it?’
‘Is it from Harry Potter?’
‘Probably not, you’re too young for Hogwarts.’
‘I thought she would be too young for knowing who he is?’ Tom confessed.
‘No, she’s seen the first movie.’ Alexianna informed him. ‘Now, let’s see here. Dear Lily, we were flying past your home and noticed the lovely painting on your wall and thought that perhaps, if you are moving in, then we could be new neighbours and stay too? My name is Delia and I live with my little fairy sister Amelia and we would love to be friends.’ She read.
‘Mommy, our very own fairies.’ Lily bounced with joy. ‘Tom,’ She turned to look at Tom. ‘We have fairies.’
‘I see that.’ He smiled as she rushed over to hug him too. ‘Are you happy, Princess?’
‘Very.’
‘Look at your bed.’ He stood out of her way so she could look at it. Giggling excitedly, she climbed up the steps and onto the raised bed. ‘Baloo!’ she giggled. ‘Tom, I have Baloo.’
‘Well, isn’t that wonderful.’ He beamed, looking to Alexianna who was crying and smiling as she watched Lily look around. ‘Come here.’ He pulled her to him and kissed her. ‘You shouldn’t be tearful.’
‘Not even happy tears?’
‘There are more permissible, but not too many, you need to be happy, you deserve this, Lexi.’
‘I never thought it possible.’
‘Well it is, and you deserve it.’
‘Mommy, look at my Paw Patrol pillow.’
‘I see it, Sweetheart.’
‘Where will you sleep?’ Lily noted the issue of one bed.
‘Well, I have the other room.’
‘Another whole room?’ Lily’s eyes were wide. ‘Really?’
‘Yes, and when Uncle Daniel comes to stay, you and I will sleep in here and he can have my bed, because…’ She pulled out the seat that was in the corner of the room and got it to go from a chair to a bed. ‘Or when you are older, you might have a friend for a sleepover.’
Lily’s eye lit up and fresh giggles ensued. ‘Do we get to have downstairs too?’
Alexianna and Tom looked at her and smiled. ‘Everything is ours Lils, we have a proper home, and we only need to get a small bus to school unless it is dry.’
‘So I still have my friends?’
‘Yes.’ Alexianna nodded.
‘I like our house, Mommy.’
‘I do too, Lils.’
‘Can I see your room?’
‘Sure.’ Alexianna helped her daughter off her bed. ‘Mind the railing. That’s there to stop you falling out.’
‘I love it.’
‘Good.’
They walked to the other room and Lily rushed in to look at it. ‘Mommy.’
‘Yes, Love?’
‘Your room is boring.’
Alexianna and Tom laughed. ‘Is it?’
‘It’s pretty but boring.’ Lily stated as she inspected it.
‘Well, I am a grown-up.’
‘Will Tom stay here too?’
‘Sometimes, maybe.’ Tom smiled.
‘Now you don’t have to take Uncle Daniel’s bed, you can share with Mommy like you do in your house.’
‘Okay, please tell me you have the….Tom, turn that off.’ Alexianna instructed.
‘I’ll edit the end.’ Tom promised, stopping the video. ‘I like it by the way.’ He smiled at her. Alexianna studied him for a moment before her eyes narrowed. ‘What are you up to?’
‘Nothing.’ Tom looked at her as though insulted. ‘Tom, you are up to something, I know that glint in your eye, I have known that glint since I was eight years old, don’t BS me.’
‘I did nothing.’
‘That’s a lie and you and I both know….it.’ Tom’s grin increased in size as Alexianna looked past him to the shelf behind him and to something on it. ‘Did you….?’
‘Do you like it?’
Alexianna reached up and took down the stuffed toy, smiling as she looked not only at it, but at the thing in its hands. ‘I love it.’ She whispered. Taking out the framed photo and cuddling the toy before putting it on her bed, in the centre.
‘Mommy, you have Stitch!’ Lily smiled happily.
‘Yes.’ Alexianna watched as her daughter climbed onto the bed and inspected the blue Disney alien. ‘You are not allowed steal him, he’s mine.’
‘Okay.’ Lily sighed. ‘I can let him play with my toys though, can’t I?’
‘Fine.’ Her mother grinned. ‘I need to put this over here.’ She took the photo and placed it pride of place next to her bedside lamp, unable to hide her smile as she looked at the picture Sarah had taken of her, Tom and Lily by the seaside on their trip to his mother’s, Tom with Lily on his back, all three of them not paying attention to the camera, instead smiling and laughing together. It was so natural, she had never realised Sarah had taken it, but was utterly grateful she had.
‘Only up here?’
‘It’s personal, I don’t want everyone staring at it.’ She smiled. She walked back over to Tom again and wrapped her arms around him before he did the same to her. ‘Thank you, Tom.’
‘You deserve it.’ He kissed the top of her head. ‘Now, who wants dinner? Let’s christen this lovely new home with a wonderful Indian, my treat.’
‘You have done enough treating.’
‘No, I haven’t, not yet.’
‘I am terrified to know what you mean by that.’
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squidmouth · 8 years ago
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Twins of a Storm- An Original Lovecraftian tale by Lolly Currier (incomplete)
“C’mon, Ellie! Hurry up!” Said Michael Greeley, on the other side of the yard. Ellie Tyler held a red bandana in her hand, and was rushing across the lawn. She was trying not to be tackled by Gina Brennan, who raced to gather her honor by stealing back the flag. At that second of victory, Gina tagged her as she crossed the painter’s tape. Leo Martin, a fellow red team member, belted, “GINA! She crossed the line! You can’t tag her!” What ensued came to a grand argument that reorganized the teams into “Those who agree with Gina” and “those who don’t”. Behind that anarchist and childish moment of locking horns, a great eldritch from beyond the cosmos came to squash a cul-de-sac. That cul-de-sac.
Soaked in blood, a great shadow leered upon the small community that was “Maple Creek”. It was a maple-free place that did not settle near a creek. That shadow had a name that was pronounceable by a minuscule tribe of linguists, and thus, many have taken to call it “The Grue of Storms”. Many in the town surrounding it saw only its teeth, greenish corkscrew claws uncensored by lips. Others have seen its limbs, a set of thorny tentacles with many eyes.
The Grue led a set of storms. They consisted of a few blizzards, several thunderstorms, and a couple thunder-blizzards. Luckily, it was easy for the Grue to hide with said storms.
Kevin Wilcox looked at the sky, and a blue flag fell from his grasp with fear. Kevin loathed storms, and his sister, Maisy, told him, “Kev! Get in the house! It’s raining.” All the children, except for Gina, rushed into the Wilcox home. Gina loved the rain, but when she gazed upon the Grue, the Grue gazed upon her, and it was too late. Gina’s remains turned to bloody bones. The grue sensed Gina’s friends within a humble abode, and grasped and consumed said home. Some have noticed the uprooting of 420 Hopps Avenue, and some have evacuated to their yards... to no avail. The Grue devoured them like pomegranate seeds. Their homes, uprooted and devoured; the tiny people within had their lives flash before their eyes.
The Grue’s thorny arms stabbed the small birds who witnessed the gore and destruction. The Grue flew off at 1000 times the speed of light, leaving only its destruction. The Grue flattened it, but no mere mortal could remember the day a 10 mile tall Grue devoured and flattened a city. They all remember it as “Hurricane Melanie”.
It was a sunny day, with clouds coming in from the north, in Omaha. Kids were playing, birds sang, and all was well. The night before, the stars weren’t perfect, but the weather was.
In Washington Park, six children were playing “Animal Tag”. Lily Fowler, who was “it” at the moment, tagged her friend Billy Jenkins, and laughed, “You’re a ducky now, Billy!” Billy reluctantly waddled and quacked, making his friends know that he was fair game. Just as he was about to get tagged by Teagan Neville, it started raining, and Lily reported,
“Guys, I felt some rain. We should hide in the playground.” The children groaned, but this was no ordinary rain. Gr’logyth, the Grue of Storms, broke out of his prison on Saturn’s icy rings. His three noses smelled the blood of innocent people, and his ever open mouths devoured the buildings like sushi rolls. Next stop, Washington Park.
Gr’logyth summoned a tornado to mask his unholy deeds, and demolished Pizza Hut and White Castle, murdered Wendy’s, McDonald’s, Arby’s, Burger King, and the Dairy Queen. He hit a Target, and drooled on a school. The maples at Washington were turned to syrup, and the cherry trees were devoured. But whatever happened to the children at the playground?
First, Gr’logyth slid the swinging children down his throats. He swung his twin tongues around the jungle gym, he juggled the youth on the merry-go-round, and the kids on the slide spun around his esophagi.
Gr’logyth, overall, had factories meet their maker, torn apartments apart, made high-rises fall, and rode a theme park down to the ground. When the survivors looked upon the disaster, Gr’logyth wasn’t blamed. They just called it the “tornado of the century”
It was a beautiful night, and many people gathered in the Swiss Alps for a Snow Whizzyte concert. It was the straight white male rapper’s first stop in Europe, and he was going to KILL IT! Many European conformists lined up at the door with their 200 Euro tickets, and when Whizzyte stepped on the stage, screaming ensued.
“WHAT IS UP, SWISS NATION? I’M YOUR HOST, KILLER SNOW WHIZZYTE! LET’S GET RIGHT INTO THE RAP!” The crowd of blind idiots tossed themselves out of their seats, and into the “music” as Snow started off the show with his hit single, “Bullet Avalanche”
Suddenly, out of the calm, serene hills, came a stirring. Land rained down from gentle peaks. Katamaris of snow leaped down upon mountainous villages. Wind and fog gusted down from clouds up above. Gr’logyth was back, and ready to destroy innocent humans.
Scientists and Meteorologists sent out warnings. Whizzyte, when notified of the situation, ignored the concert hall manager, and kept rapping a naughty song from his new album, “Crack Flame”.
Gr’logyth watched as people escaped their homes for safer ground, chased them easily, and watched as they climbed into his mouths like trains into a tunnel. Humans were crunchy, he couldn’t resist.
Suddenly, the roof of the concert hall fell down under the thorny paws of a cosmic monster. The sound was deafening, and preps prayed to Azathoth, calling him Jesus, that they would be spared. Unfortunately, their precious Snow was smashed under the corkscrew fangs of the Grue of Storms.
Little managed to escape that fateful night without getting eaten, or smashed by Gr’logyth’s many landslides. Teens cowered for safety, but those teens were smashed when the grue uprooted their precious concert hall, turning them into mushy blobs.
At least Gr’logyth was fed, for now. If his mighty second cousins noticed that only scraps of the human race were left, he would have to stay in Saturn’s rings for at least one million years. He took off into the European night, off to Pluto, his new home since his imprisonment, and eventual release. He could not relax, because he knew, across a distant star, that someone would arrive, and he would have to pay for overdoing it on the natural disasters. Possibly.
In the distance, beyond the Oort Cloud, and past the Hyades, lay a distant heroine, grieving for the loss of an empire that once was, and having to trap a good friend, a brother of hers. Her name was Dol’kurai, and she had just gotten the message that her brother was awake, and having breakfast.
Dol’kurai, the weeping prism, was a humanoid with a giant bell-shaped opal for legs. Her six arms were laced with pale patches of fur, iridescent, like her elongated bismuth mane and goatee. Her six eyes cried mercury, and her large pointy ears heard the cries of any Earth creature. She resembled a cat/dove hybrid, both in personality and appearance. She was iridescence burdened with the fears of mankind.
She commenced her flight, sobbing quietly, towards Earth, and accidentally disturbing Gr’logyth’s tsunami, as he focused on his eternally-sobbing sister. Dol’kurai wept, “Dear brother, you have spoiled a land saved for our distant cousins. Why do you act like our cousins? They are imprisoned in R’lyeh, Jupiter, Venus, and other lands! Do you envy them, grue?” The grue bowed his head, coated with open mouths and cried out,
“Sister, we are elder gods, loved by man. I don’t desire their approval. I see them as a pitiless waste of space. I was freed because of your tears. The people on Earth are sinners, and they must be exterminated.”
This only made Dol’kurai sob harder, and drown North Korean villages with mercury, and have them go wild. Dol’kurai felt guilty for her actions, and swooped down upon North Korea, accidentally giving the dictator there a hallucinatory episode.
Gr’logyth shrugged, and comforted Dol’kurai, “Now you see. Homo Sapiens is EVIL, Prism. I will leave our cousins to the destruction part in the future.” Dol’kurai blasted, “YOU DON’T GET IT! ALL I WANT IS TO HELP HUMANITY!” causing the entire Eastern Hemisphere to go into mass hysteria, because of an Eldritch monster fight. “BROTHER! We haven’t experienced what it’s like to be human, but I feel their pain. Their tears are my tears,” Dol’kurai sobbed, “Maybe we could pretend to be human, just for some Earth moons. Promise?” Gr’logyth reluctantly agreed.
Meanwhile, on a small town on the Vermont-New Hampshire border, two foreign hitchhiking siblings hopped out of a lime green Citroen. Greg Stern, a sharp-looking man with crooked teeth, and his sister Opal, a dark and crestfallen woman with almost un-natural platinum hair, stepped into the only employment center in town. Opal and Greg carried with them degrees from a community college, and only a suitcase between them.
The electronic “bell” on the glass door of the employment center, a 2 story office with mostly aspen-beige walls, buzzed as Opal sulked and Greg sauntered in. At the receptionist’s desk, which was coated with plastic horses and cards with technicolor ponies on them, sat a plump blonde woman called Angela, who welcomed them in with open arms. Angela pepped,
“Hello! You two are the first customers we’ve had all day! How can I help you?” Greg nodded and inquired,
“Ma’am, we might be here for a few moons, so we may have to look for work.” Angela peeked at their degrees, and nodded. She declared, “Oh! The employment officer, Mr. Sotomura will be right with you two!”
Mr. Yoshi Sotomura, a lanky newbie to the community, sighed as he welcomed the duo of strangers. Mr. Sotomura peered at their degrees, and stated with an uninterested tone,
“Huh. Well, Greg… apparently, the National Weather Service is looking for newbies, and for you, Opal...I think the local school is looking for a secondary counselor.” Greg cheered in joy, but Opal on the other hand…
After nearly two weeks at their new jobs, it turned out that Opal lived for her job, compared to Greg, who was suffering at his weather job. Opal was getting along wondrously with the youth she assisted, and Greg was unused at his job.
Suddenly, from beyond some New Hampshire hills, came some cumulonimbi with malicious intentions. Not even the people at the National Weather Service knew what was going on, except for Greg.
At Opal’s school, Opal gazed into the rushing waves of a flood coming their way, tugged on her pale hair, and clenched her mahogany fist, while speedily thrusting her Samsung out of her sienna leather handbag, and telephoning Greg. Opal barrelled through the halls of the school, and took a few minutes to stand outside to explode,
“GR’LOGYTH! You don’t get it, do you?” in her native tongue. Meanwhile, at the other end of the line, Greg snickered,
“Hey, Dol’kurai, relax! It’s only a flood! I think it could be my chance to be accepted in the Outer Ring, conversing and hanging out with Azathoth and Hastur!” Opal slammed the door to her school, and slightly transformed to a form redolent of her original one, but much more human, and stormed down to the NWS lab.
As she rushed, she attempted to stop a storm, but it kept resuming in a hilarious manner. “Son of a bitch, that Gr’logyth,” Muttered Opal. People sobbed for mercy as their orifices gulped up enough water to fill them. When Opal reached the laboratory, she screamed bloody murder, because the door was coated with hailstones. She suplexed them away, and there was Greg, revealing his true form to his sister. Greg and Opal argued, with every blow revealing their true form, until…
“Dear God! Stern’s a monster!” Ejactulated Herbert Vo, a nearby bloke with Asiatic heritage, a bulky body, and long hair. All the NWS staff gasped at the glory that was the two elder god twins Gr’logyth and Dol’kurai.
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you haters say sound is advocating rape well is this advocating demons
“C’mon, Ellie! Hurry up!” Said Michael Greeley, on the other side of the yard. Ellie Tyler held a red bandana in her hand, and was rushing across the lawn. She was trying not to be tackled by Gina Brennan, who raced to gather her honor by stealing back the flag. At that second of victory, Gina tagged her as she crossed the painter’s tape. Leo Martin, a fellow red team member, belted, “GINA! She crossed the line! You can’t tag her!” What ensued came to a grand argument that reorganized the teams into “Those who agree with Gina” and “those who don’t”. Behind that anarchist and childish moment of locking horns, a great eldritch from beyond the cosmos came to squash a cul-de-sac. That cul-de-sac. Soaked in blood, a great shadow leered upon the small community that was “Maple Creek”. It was a maple-free place that did not settle near a creek. That shadow had a name that was pronounceable by a minuscule tribe of linguists, and thus, many have taken to call it “The Grue of Storms”. Many in the town surrounding it saw only its teeth, greenish corkscrew claws uncensored by lips. Others have seen its limbs, a set of thorny tentacles with many eyes. The Grue led a set of storms. They consisted of a few blizzards, several thunderstorms, and a couple thunder-blizzards. Luckily, it was easy for the Grue to hide with said storms. Kevin Wilcox looked at the sky, and a blue flag fell from his grasp with fear. Kevin loathed storms, and his sister, Maisy, told him, “Kev! Get in the house! It’s raining.” All the children, except for Gina, rushed into the Wilcox home. Gina loved the rain, but when she gazed upon the Grue, the Grue gazed upon her, and it was too late. Gina’s remains turned to bloody bones. The grue sensed Gina’s friends within a humble abode, and grasped and consumed said home. Some have noticed the uprooting of 420 Hopps Avenue, and some have evacuated to their yards… to no avail. The Grue devoured them like pomegranate seeds. Their homes, uprooted and devoured; the tiny people within had their lives flash before their eyes. The Grue’s thorny arms stabbed the small birds who witnessed the gore and destruction. The Grue flew off at 1000 times the speed of light, leaving only its destruction. The Grue flattened it, but no mere mortal could remember the day a 10 mile tall Grue devoured and flattened a city. They all remember it as “Hurricane Melanie”. It was a sunny day, with clouds coming in from the north, in Omaha. Kids were playing, birds sang, and all was well. The night before, the stars weren’t perfect, but the weather was. In Washington Park, six children were playing “Animal Tag”. Lily Fowler, who was “it” at the moment, tagged her friend Billy Jenkins, and laughed, “You’re a ducky now, Billy!” Billy reluctantly waddled and quacked, making his friends know that he was fair game. Just as he was about to get tagged by Teagan Neville, it started raining, and Lily reported, “Guys, I felt some rain. We should hide in the playground.” The children groaned, but this was no ordinary rain. Gr’logyth, the Grue of Storms, broke out of his prison on Saturn’s icy rings. His three noses smelled the blood of innocent people, and his ever open mouths devoured the buildings like sushi rolls. Next stop, Washington Park. Gr’logyth summoned a tornado to mask his unholy deeds, and demolished Pizza Hut and White Castle, murdered Wendy’s, McDonald’s, Arby’s, Burger King, and the Dairy Queen. He hit a Target, and drooled on a school. The maples at Washington were turned to syrup, and the cherry trees were devoured. But whatever happened to the children at the playground? First, Gr’logyth slid the swinging children down his throats. He swung his twin tongues around the jungle gym, he juggled the youth on the merry-go-round, and the kids on the slide spun around his esophagi. Gr’logyth, overall, had factories meet their maker, torn apartments apart, made high-rises fall, and rode a theme park down to the ground. When the survivors looked upon the disaster, Gr’logyth wasn’t blamed. They just called it the “tornado of the century” It was a beautiful night, and many people gathered in the Swiss Alps for a Snow Whizzyte concert. It was the straight white male rapper’s first stop in Europe, and he was going to KILL IT! Many European conformists lined up at the door with their 200 Euro tickets, and when Whizzyte stepped on the stage, screaming ensued. “WHAT IS UP, SWISS NATION? I’M YOUR HOST, KILLER SNOW WHIZZYTE! LET’S GET RIGHT INTO THE RAP!” The crowd of blind idiots tossed themselves out of their seats, and into the “music” as Snow started off the show with his hit single, “Bullet Avalanche” Suddenly, out of the calm, serene hills, came a stirring. Land rained down from gentle peaks. Katamaris of snow leaped down upon mountainous villages. Wind and fog gusted down from clouds up above. Gr’logyth was back, and ready to destroy innocent humans. Scientists and Meteorologists sent out warnings. Whizzyte, when notified of the situation, ignored the concert hall manager, and kept rapping a naughty song from his new album, “Crack Flame”. Gr’logyth watched as people escaped their homes for safer ground, chased them easily, and watched as they climbed into his mouths like trains into a tunnel. Humans were crunchy, he couldn’t resist. Suddenly, the roof of the concert hall fell down under the thorny paws of a cosmic monster. The sound was deafening, and preps prayed to Azathoth, calling him Jesus, that they would be spared. Unfortunately, their precious Snow was smashed under the corkscrew fangs of the Grue of Storms. Little managed to escape that fateful night without getting eaten, or smashed by Gr’logyth’s many landslides. Teens cowered for safety, but those teens were smashed when the grue uprooted their precious concert hall, turning them into mushy blobs. At least Gr’logyth was fed, for now. If his mighty second cousins noticed that only scraps of the human race were left, he would have to stay in Saturn’s rings for at least one million years. He took off into the European night, off to Pluto, his new home since his imprisonment, and eventual release. He could not relax, because he knew, across a distant star, that someone would arrive, and he would have to pay for overdoing it on the natural disasters. Possibly. In the distance, beyond the Oort Cloud, and past the Hyades, lay a distant heroine, grieving for the loss of an empire that once was, and having to trap a good friend, a brother of hers. Her name was Dol’kurai, and she had just gotten the message that her brother was awake, and having breakfast. Dol’kurai, the weeping prism, was a humanoid with a giant bell-shaped opal for legs. Her six arms were laced with pale patches of fur, iridescent, like her elongated bismuth mane and goatee. Her six eyes cried mercury, and her large pointy ears heard the cries of any Earth creature. She resembled a cat/dove hybrid, both in personality and appearance. She was iridescence burdened with the fears of mankind. She commenced her flight, sobbing quietly, towards Earth, and accidentally disturbing Gr’logyth’s tsunami, as he focused on his eternally-sobbing sister. Dol’kurai wept, “Dear brother, you have spoiled a land saved for our distant cousins. Why do you act like our cousins? They are imprisoned in R’lyeh, Jupiter, Venus, and other lands! Do you envy them, grue?” The grue bowed his head, coated with open mouths and cried out, “Sister, we are elder gods, loved by man. I don’t desire their approval. I see them as a pitiless waste of space. I was freed because of your tears. The people on Earth are sinners, and they must be exterminated.” This only made Dol’kurai sob harder, and drown North Korean villages with mercury, and have them go wild. Dol’kurai felt guilty for her actions, and swooped down upon North Korea, accidentally giving the dictator there a hallucinatory episode. Gr’logyth shrugged, and comforted Dol’kurai, “Now you see. Homo Sapiens is EVIL, Prism. I will leave our cousins to the destruction part in the future.” Dol’kurai blasted, “YOU DON’T GET IT! ALL I WANT IS TO HELP HUMANITY!” causing the entire Eastern Hemisphere to go into mass hysteria, because of an Eldritch monster fight. “BROTHER! We haven’t experienced what it’s like to be human, but I feel their pain. Their tears are my tears,” Dol’kurai sobbed, “Maybe we could pretend to be human, just for some Earth moons. Promise?” Gr’logyth reluctantly agreed.
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