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buckets-and-trees · 1 year ago

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Late Night Quickie

Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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zvdvdlvr · 2 years ago

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OMG CONGRATS !!!!!

🌅 - sunsets: games! send me cym, kiss marry fuck/kill, would you rather, or anything like that :p

cym as ur fav characters!!

ILY.

(i didn't pay attention to gender when i did this)

joaquin from words on bathroom walls -> @sexyspector

pip from a good girls guide to murder -> @wheresmymilliondollarman

jessica day from new girl as @meredarling

amelia brand from interstellar as @paxdawg

jennifer check from jennifer's body as @rafesmuse , @elliephobic , @saintels and @ghostslittlegf

addison shepherd from grey's anatomy as @ddejavvu (bc we're married ofc🙄)

kenji kishimoto from shatter me as @sw34terw34ther

(i can't explain how you guys are these people, you just are)

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year ago

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You bring me closer to God - Ch3

AN: Apologies (sorry, not sorry) that part two was mainly literary edging, but I hope you enjoyed the look inside Joaquin’s mind. Time for the part you’ve all been waiting for. Thank you to @unlifeira for the Spanish assistance.

For the Week 12 Prompt “Who’s my…?” I went with all three - Good boy, Perfect fuckhole and Little Slut. Because, why not?

Beta’d by @hannahshattuck

Master list| Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 2

Summary: Bucky takes out his frustrations, and Joaqu��n is a-okay with that plan.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Joaquín Torres

Word Count: 2.8k

CW: Mean Dom Top Bucky, Enthusiastic Sub Bottom Joaquín, Pre-established ‘Situationship’, Safe word discussion, Degradation, Sub Space, Possessive Bucky, Explicit Sexual content (Spanking, Ass-eating, Rough anal fingering, Spit as lube, Lube as lube, Edging, Anal Sex) Aftercare, Emotionally Constipated Bucky, Idiot in love (Bucky’s the idiot - Joaquín owns his feelings)

Bucky didn’t question himself as he pulled a t-shirt and sweatpants on, over his damp skin. He didn’t look at his motives as he strode down the corridor towards Joaquin’s room and overrode the security system to gain entry. And he didn’t stop to think about why he was feeling the way he was when practically ambushed his young lover as he came out of the bathroom, pinning against the wall and kissing the shit outta him.

With Joaquín lying on the bed, eyes wide as he processed what had happened to him in the last 45 seconds, Bucky tore the white towel off him, as though its mere presence was offensive. Which it was. It was separating Joaquín from him.

“I need you baby boy. I’m still mad at you, but, fuck, I need you. Gimme your colour, yeah? “Cause I’ve got plans for you, and I need to know you’re with me.”

Bucky wasn’t even sure how he managed to speak. He was so desperate he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to halt at just groping Joaquín, when all he wanted to do was fully possess him. But he had to be sure, be certain that his lover wanted this, wanted him. So he asked, making his need evident, without any attempt to disguise it, and he was rewarded a tortuous few seconds later when Joaquín responded.

“Green, Bucky. Green. Oh, god! Please, please, please.”

The dam burst.

Bucky smashed his mouth back on Joaquín’s as he awkwardly shucked his sweatpants, and then ripped the t-shirt from his body, unwilling to break their kiss for something so inconsequential. The only items left on them were their own dog tags. Bucky’s hands roamed, re-familiarising themselves with the planes of Quín’s body. Every dip, every ridge. It was all Bucky’s to explore. To touch. To own.

With an economy of movement that surprised even himself, Bucky pinned Joaquin’s wrists above his head with his right hand, making the young man arch beneath his touch. The feel of their cocks rubbing together was intoxicating, but Bucky needed to keep his head. He pulled his mouth away from Joaquín’s sinful red lips and proceeded to nip and suckle at his jaw and neck, drawing more and more beautiful sounds from him.

With his left hand he teased Joaquín’s left nipple, the nut-brown peak immediately going hard. He gave it a small pinch then tugged, drawing even more sounds from the man under him. Joaquín’s little tits were so sensitive and playing with them made him the most desperate type of mess. Bucky’s favourite.

He scraped his teeth down Quín’s throat, and then sucked hickey onto his collarbone. He didn’t normally leave marks that high up, preferring to keep them where they could be hidden but he didn’t want to think about that decision too deeply.

His lover squirmed beneath him, and when Bucky closed his mouth over the poor, tortured nipple he had to use his left hand to hold down Joaquín’s hip. Bucky bucked his hips, a teasing motion which made their cocks, both weeping copiously, brush against each other.

“Bucky! Please! ¡Dios!”

Fuck. He loved it when Quín begged, and he had no intention of giving him what he was asking for, not yet. He needed to wait for him to be so desperate, so down in it, that he couldn’t speak.

“You don’t get to plead, baby. You get exactly what I decide to give you. No more, no less. You lost your right to get what you want when you made that stupid decision today.”

He abruptly pulled back and flipped Joaquín onto his front. His right hand continued to push his wrists into the mattress, and with his left he pulled Quín’s hips up, so his plump, but muscular, ass was right there.

Smack!

He laid out a spank on the quivering flesh, and the squeal Joaquín let out went straight to Bucky’s dick, along with the way the younger man buried his head into the covers.

“Do you know how worried I was?”

Smack! A spank to the other side.

“You can’t do that.”

Smack! Smack! One on each cheek, harder than the first two.

“And, God help me, if this is the only way to get it through to your stubborn ass…”

Bucky set up a rhythm, alternating between left and right and different spots on Quín’s ass and upper thighs. Every so often the tips of his fingers caught his ball sack, and the wail was like a balm to Bucky’s soul. Eventually though, when all the blood had rushed to Joaquín’s abused skin, the younger man’s loud squeaks had diminished to quieter, snotty sniffles. Bucky wasn’t finished with him though, not by a long shot.

He let go of Quín’s wrists, and dragged his dog tags over his head. He pressed the slips of skin warmed metal into his lover's hands as his other hand rubbed soothingly over his heated ass.

“It gets too much, you drop those. I’ll hear it.” The head of jet black hair nodded understanding into the rumpled sheets. Bucky grinned, then gently tapped Joaquín’s inner thighs, making him spread his knees, and therefore his ass, wider. Bucky could see Joaquín’s legs trembling with anticipation, and couldn’t help but tease him some more.

Holding Joaquín’s flushed ass cheeks open with his thumbs he spent a moment just observing the sweetest little hole he’d ever seen. It too was twitching. Waiting. Bucky blew a stream of air over the sensitive skin, watching it pucker and listening to the pathetic, needy whine that emerged from his lover’s mouth. He couldn’t hold back a grin or himself from such a delectable treat any longer, either.

The first swipe of his tongue ran all the way up Quín’s crack, from taint to the top of his hole.

Fuck, his boy tasted good.

He did it again, before stabbing his tongue right at the little furled rose bud. He’d become a being of greed, slaking his appetites, almost uncaring of the man he devoured in his lusts. Joaquín shook and whined beneath him, but Bucky continued to lap at the perfect ring of muscle, kissing and licking and sucking. He nipped at the patches of skin that rarely saw daylight, the only parts of Quín that hadn’t been inflamed by his hand. As Bucky lost himself in the perfection of Joaquín’s ass he rubbed his hands over all the parts of the young man as he could reach, all except for his cock. It was torture for both of them.

It was a sweet torture however, as when he finally indulged himself - and he would, soon - it would make it all the more satisfying. But he kept up with what he was doing until Joaquín’s legs were shaking from the effort of keeping his ass in the air, and Bucky was happy with how lax and open his hole had become.

He brought himself back up, his chest plastered to Joaquín’s back and his left hand on the back of his neck.

“You still with me, baby boy?”

There was an almost intelligible, garbled response from the other man

That just wouldn’t do.

Almost cruelly, he pressed two fingers into his slightly slackened asshole, knowing it would burn with only his spit as lube at this stage. His baby’s lithe body jolted under him, and the most plaintive wail filled the air.

“I said, are you still with me?”

“¡Sí! Sí, estoy contigo. ¡Siempre estoy contigo!”

“Good, because I need you paying attention. I need you to know that you’re not allowed to put yourself in danger, because this…” he crooked his fingers inside the tightness of Quín’s ass, “... is not yours to risk. It’s mine. Mine to kiss. Mine to touch. Mine to use. The same as that mouth, and that little cock of yours. You’re my little fuck toy, baby boy. My little slut.”

Not wanting to let go of Joaquín just yet, Bucky leant back and let a glob of spit leave his lips to land on where his fingers were stretching out that delectable ring of muscle. He started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out, the tips not quite brushing over Quín’s prostate, and keeping the movements just on the wrong side of comfortable, at least for now. He needed Joaquín to feel it.

“Do you think you can remember that? Remember what you are and who you belong to?”

He scissored his fingers apart, stretching Joaquín’s ring wide, and spat directly into it. He groaned as he watched some trickle down the outside, but he still managed to hear his baby’s semi-garbled response in Spanish, agreeing with everything he’d said.

“¡Soy tuyo! Tu juguete. Tu puto. Te necesito. ¡Dios!”

Bucky hoped that Joaquín meant it, and wasn’t just agreeing for the sake of it, but he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed more and he knew that Joaquín needed more too.

Roughly, he pulled his fingers from his lover, leaning over and grabbing the bottle of lube from the top drawer of the bedside table. He briefly noted how empty it was getting and smiled to himself about how much they’d gone through recently. He flipped up the cap with his thumb and poured a liberal amount over his boy’s hole, enjoying the shiver that ran through his lithe body. Tossing the bottle next to them, he trailed his first three fingers through the excess, before sliding his index finger easily inside.

Joaquín moaned beneath him, the sensation now much more pleasurable. A few pumps and he added his middle finger. Joaquín’s body was slack beneath him, his little noises letting Bucky know that he was now heading to that fuzzy headspace that only Bucky could take him to. Bucky moved to the next phase of his plan as he allowed his fingertips to curl and stroke over Quín’s prostate, feeding off the whines and babbles. He removed his grip from the back of Joaquín’s neck, trailed his left hand down along his spine and slid it around his hip, finally taking hold of the younger man’s cock.

“Don’t cum, baby boy. You know what happens if you cum before you’ve been given permission.”

“Sí. I won’t cum. I won’t. Quiero ser bueno.”

Bucky started to slowly stroke Joaquín’s cock in time with the fingers pumping in his ass. He knew from experience that Quín would have no problems sticking to the rules, until the point that he added his third finger into the mix - it hadn’t been much of a surprise that the Baby Falcon was a size queen, enjoying that extra stretch. But, while Bucky worked up to that over the next few minutes, he curled in close again, kissing over Joaquín’s back, telling him how well he was taking, but also calling him out for how much he was enjoying it.

“Do you think Sam knows just how much of a slut his precious trainee is? How do you think he’d react if he saw how much you enjoy being absolutely stuffed full? Do you think he’d want a taste? How could he not? But what would you say, baby?”

“N-no…”

“And why would you say no?”

“Because ‘m yours. Soy tuyo.”

“Even if you wanted him?”

“Don’t wan’ him. Wan’ you. Sólo tú.”

“Good.” Bucky pressed in his third finger and watched as Joaquín’s back arched, and his hands, which still held his dog tags in a deathgrip, scrabbled for purchase on the rumpled sheets. Briefly, he let go of Quín’s cock, but only so he could grab a fistful of his short dark hair and lift his head up. He grinned wolfishly when he saw the tear marks down the young man’s cheeks.

“Pathetic.” He shoved Joaquín’s face back into the mattress and went back to stimulating his cock, but now he upped the pace.

“Don’t cum. Good fuckholes don’t get to cum until they’re told they can andI’m nowhere near done with you yet.” Joaquín mewled, and Bucky was glad that his own face couldn’t be seen, because he couldn’t stop grinning.

He continued to torment his lover, stroking his cock with firm, long strokes and stretching him out with his fingers.

“I wonder if I could fit four in? I bet I could, but you’d probably cum immediately if I did that, wouldn’t you. Maybe one day we can try. I could even give you the whole hand? What do you think of that? Shove my whole fist up your ass.”

A muffled, wet sounding moan was the only reply.

“What if I used this hand?” He gave Quín’s cock a solid squeeze and the young man started to twitch as if hit by a jolt of electricity, his channel clamping down on Bucky’s fingers. Bucky immediately let go of him, and roughly pulled on his balls, eliciting the most pitiful noise he thought he’d ever got out of him.

“I said, don’t cum. It’s almost as though you want to be punished.”

He brought his left hand down on Quín’s still sore ass, enjoying the squeal that accompanied it, and then picked up the lube. With his right hand still stroking Joaquín deep inside, he squeezed lube over his angry, neglected cock and emptied the rest of the bottle over Quín’s stretched rim. The younger man was hiccuping now, his hips rolling in anticipation of what was to come and Bucky watched the shameless, needy show as he slicked up his cock with his left hand.

“There’s only one thing that will keep a slut like you in their place isn’t there? You want it don’t you? You want it so much.”

He didn’t wait for an answer - Quín’s grip on his dogtags hadn’t lessened at all. He was all in.

Without ceremony, Bucky pulled his fingers from Joaquín’s ass, waited a heartbeat, just so he could watch how his hole gaped - waiting for him - before he lined up his cock and sunk right in.

A scream was the only way to describe the sound that left Joaquín’s throat. His ankles kicked up and down on the mattress, and he writhed, impaled like a butterfly on a pin. But Bucky ignored him, just pinned his head back down with his messy, lube-covered left hand, grabbed his hip with the other and started to hammer into him.

This was worth the wait. This moment when they became one. The push and pull. The give and take. A perfect symbiosis, where he pleased Joaquín, who pleased him in return, and so the cycle continued.

Bucky fucked his frustrations into his babyboy, all his pent up emotions, including the ones he didn’t want to name or look at for too long. He fucked Joaquín hard and fast, and then, to draw it out, changed rhythm to a slower pace, so both of them could feel every single inch of their connection. And when Bucky couldn’t go another moment without seeing that perfect face covered in tears, he pulled Joaquín up, his body held firm against Bucky’s pale, scarred chest, his face, complete with clumped together eyelashes, turned almost over his own shoulder so Bucky could kiss him messily, and lick at the salty trails.

“You’re mine! Do you understand? You never, ever, do anything that stupid, or that reckless ever again. I’m the only one who can hurt you - can break you. And that’s because I will put you back together again afterwards. You hear? I can’t lose you. Mine. Mine. Mine.”

He punctuated each of his words with a thrust, and then moved his hand back to Joaquín’s cock.

“You’re gonna cum for me now. You’ve been so good. My best boy. I know you’ll never do it again. Just cum now. I need to feel you, baby.”

Bucky felt Joaquín’s body lose control before he’d even finished speaking. His ass clamped down on Bucky’s dick in a stranglehold, his slim hips jerking back and forth, and Bucky watched in awe over Quín’s shoulder as his pretty cock spurted out jets of white cum across the sheets. Then he closed his eyes, and bit down on the flesh in front of him as his own euphoric wave of bliss hit him. It felt like he was cumming and cumming, as he pumped himself as deep as he could, holding a limp Joaquín like a rag doll - like the fuck toy he’d called him - in his arms, before the pair of them slowly slumped down onto the stained and ruined sheets.

He felt rung out and drained in a way he never had before. He knew he should be getting up, cleaning himself, getting a washcloth for Quín, and holding his lover tight in his arms, whispering words of praise and affirmation, and stroking his hair as he came around but he just couldn’t seem to.

An indeterminable period of time passed and he felt Joaquin turn in his slack embrace. Slim delicate fingers brushed over his cheek, and combed up into his hair. And then a raspy voice broke the silence.

“Are you okay, Bucky? You’re crying.”

Chapter 4

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whitepolaris · 4 months ago

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Oregon Caves National Monument

In 1874, Elijah Davidson and his dog, Bruno, went hunting. The two chased a bear into a cave. Bruno followed the bear into the cave and Elijah followed, in the hopes of saving his dog. He charged into an intricate network of limestone caves taking up 480 acres of horizontal space with several vertical levels.

After the two emerged from the dark caves much later, Elijah to the cave with friends and stories to tell. Word spread about the cave, and almost immediately it became a tourist Mecca.

The poet Joaquin Miller called the cave the "Marble Halls of Oregon." In 1909, President Taft declared the network of caves a national monument. At first, cave tours were conducted by candlelight, then by lamplight, and later by flashlight, until electric lighting was installed in the 1930s. A space was even cleared and leveled in one of the larger chambers, and live bands would play concerts. Over the years, as more chambers have been discovered and explored, it became obvious that even though humans had not lived in the caves, other animals had. The remains of extinct jaguars and grizzly bears were found in the cave's chambers.

But the caves suffered from their popularity. In the 1920s, a paved road was laid, bringing visitors to newly built vacation cottages. In 1934, a six-story hotel, the Chateau, was built. As new caves opened, the air currents changed, which affected the water flow within the caves. The water in some chambers froze, destroying delicate formations. In other chambers, the lights caused algae to grow on the walls, and the grease and moisture from visitors' fingers blackened some of the rocks they touched. Over time, formations collapsed, and the National Park Service removed rubble and installed airlocks to restore the original climate. They even bleached the walls periodically to destroy algae growth.

Although the caves are now lighted, at times the park rangers conduct candlelight tours. The stalactite and stalagmite limestone formations within the cave resemble marble, in shapes like pipe organs, lotus flowers, and strips of bacon. There's even a "ghost room," of formations of robed figures, 250 feet long, 50 feet wide, and with 40-foot ceiling.

In a picturesque place like this, guests who stay at the nearby Chateau hotel expect to see ghosts-and they're not disappointed. In the past, employees was sworn to keep the resident ghost, Elisabeth, a secret. According to the legend, Elisabeth was honeymooning at the lodge with her groom. One afternoon, Elisabeth took a long walk on the trails around the lodge and her husband stayed behind. She returned early, horrified to find her husband in bed with one of the hotel's maids. That night she locked herself in the bathroom and slit her wrists. Since that time, Elisabeth has created added work for the lodge staff.

Elisabeth has a tendency to pester female staff members. Several maids have complained that they cannot keep linen folded. If they leave the room for a few minutes after folding the sheets and towels, they find the stacks of folded linen turned into heaps of wadded cloth when they return. In the kitchen, when female cooks turn off the gas stove when they close the kitchen, they frequently hear the sounds of the gas jets on full blast as they prepare to leave for the night.

Elisabeth supposedly stayed in Room 308 (now subdivided into Rooms 309 and 310) . . . and remained there after her death. Some guests have reported an uneasy feeling when staying in that room. Guests and housekeeping staff have heard the sound of someone pacing up and down the hallway when either Room 309 and 310 is occupied. The pacing usually ends around sunrise.

In June 1997, a couple staying overnight in a second-floor room. The wife sensed something strange in their room, but her husband laughed at her fears . . . until he had to use the bathroom. After washing his hands, "John" turned to leave the room when suddenly the water turned itself on full blast. He quickly shut it off again, and when he turned to leave it turned itself on again. After that, the couple questioned the staff about any other strange doings. When they heard about the hallway pacing, they decided to investigate. They did not see or hear anything, but the temperature dropped nearly ten degrees as they walked from the stairway to the hallway outside of the haunted room. This is a strange coincidence, if coincidence it was, for a temperature drop like that to happen in the middle of June.

The Oregon Caves and Chateau lodge are not open for tours during the winter. Check their Web site (www.oregoncaves.com) for open dates, tour restrictions, and lodging information.

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frank-r-t · 3 years ago

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Would you believe this guy doesn't actually show up in the original book?

#words on bathroom walls #joaquin #devon bostick #redraw #meinwork

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 4 years ago

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can someone make list of dishes made in words on bathroom walls?

i am hungry and i want to learn to prepare new meals.

I will start.

1. Eggs Benedict with Hollandaise sauce

2. Pad Thai with chicken

3. Macaroni and cheese with broccoli and chicken and béarnaise sauce (Adam made when Maya came to meet the parents)

4. Classic lasagna, garlic knots with oil and vinegar, tomato and mozzarella salad, and fried zucchini (Adam made for Maya at her house)

5. Brownies with ice cream

6. Tiramisu

7. Cream puffs with pink and blue filling (made for baby party)

8. Baby bottle cookies (same)

9. Layered carrot cake

10. Country-style biscuits (first thing Adam learned how to bake)

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honestlywhyamibackhere · 3 years ago

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And lastly, there’s Joaquin. He’s like the horny best friend from a ‘90s teen movie following you around, saying all of your unfiltered thoughts.

#joaquin #words on bathroom walls

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donniexv · 4 months ago

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☆ WORDS ON THE BATHROOM WALLS ; Being ambiguous.. doesn't make you profound

—⋆ ADAM PETRAZELLI ;

" I'm not the illness itself. "

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—⋆ MAYA ARNAZ ;

" You're looking at St.Agatha's projected valedictorian "

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—⋆ JOAQUIN ;

" Be cool. Be confident. Less like you, more like me. "

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—⋆ REBECCA ;

" The upright Lovers card. Love, union, mutual attraction! "

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#words on the bathroom walls #wotbw #adam petrazelli x reader #joaquin x reader #maya arnaz x readedr #rebecca x reader

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mannien · 2 years ago

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Recon the Power

Happy Birthday @real-jane ! I’ve been working on this piece way past your Birthday in my time zone, but I know that it’s still your day back where you are from, so please - accept my most honest and best wishes! 🥳 I made it a goal to publish something for your challenge on your Birthday, to celebrate you and give you a little gift from me. I went definitely overboard and wrote much more than I intended. It’s also the first time I’ve written anything in a while, so it may be a little rusty and faulty here and there. But it’s made with love, curiosity, and passion - just like I see your works! Mine is all over the place, but that’s how I am now. I hope I can edit it someday and show you some progress! Please accept my entry for your Escape Challenge. I hope it will not be the only entry, and that it just sparked my creativity.

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x OC!Leah Novak, Sam Wilson x Leah (platonically)

Word count: 4k

Summary: Bucky, Sam and Leah (witch!OC) attend a socialite Halloween Party to get intel about the Power Broker.

Warnings: blood, cobwebs, descriptions of Halloween decor, smut (allusions to sex, fingering, dry humping), death, some violence, alcohol, adult themes

(The pic below was found on Google, if you feel like it’s yours, do let me know, I’ll credit you)

None of them were heading into the most elitist Halloween party by choice, but the name Power Broker among the rumoured guests was too hard to pass. The task seemed simple: find the snitch who gave the Madripoor’s ruler leverage over governors and senators that played key roles in the upcoming military distribution of the US forces. Sam and Joaquin called it a simple recon, Bucky swore on his arm that they will become political puppets soon, and Leah willingly tagged along, promising that it’s just a precaution measure.

Hotel Royal was a private property in New Jersey, owned by the former mayor. It was known for its seasonal banquets and themed parties for politicians, executives, and celebrities. In essence, the place reeked of money, gossip, and underground exchanges of power. It made them all hesitate before leaving the car and leaving it with Torres, who was supposed to be their eyes of the inside, and surrounding area during their stay. The three was left with nothing but a long red carpet stretching into the reception desk.

They checked into a large suite on the third floor. The large, golden number 33 on the door was smeared with fake blood, and the doorknob sprayed with sticky webs that would make Spider-Man roll his eyes in embarrassment. The room itself, just like the whole hotel, looked like the time stopped in the golden era of elite cocktail parties. Dark wood furniture, golden handles, patterned walls and Parisian windows would make it a good romantic spot for a weekend getaway, only if it wasn’t crowded with the money laundering underground societies. The charm would still be there with the fake pumpkins on the tables, but Sam decided to lay out his tactical gear on the couch before dressing up. So much for a cute room from époque.

“Remember, this is just to get information. We’re not engaging until absolutely necessary,” Sam’s decisive voice echoed through the suite, reaching down to the bathroom and the second room. Bucky walked back to him, buttoning his black shirt. “Eat, talk, be all ears.”

“You don’t have to remind me what a recon is.”

“I know. I wasn’t talking to you.” He nodded pointedly to the bathroom, when the makeup bag landed on the floor with a moderate thump.

“If this is an easy recon, then why Torres is lurking around the building and we’re wearing those tiny earbuds?” she fixed her lipstick and pulled up the dress from around her hips, trying to squeeze through it and not rip it.

“They’re called comms, Leah,” Sam was putting on his shiny black shoes that would - the kind that would get him into a ballroom dance competition.

“She knows that.” Bucky’s mumble was shortly followed by her confirmation.

“I know, Sam.”

He shook his head in disbelief at the childish exchange and fixed his shoelaces.

“Relax. We know the drill,” Bucky patted his shoulder. The tight-lipped smile was the most encouragement he could muster, but that was enough for his friend. “now, give me that tiny earbud.”

Sam sent him a look and exhaled heavily at Bucky’s mocking chuckle. They set up the communication channel with Joaquin and put their looks together with shiny cufflinks, shirts nicely fitted into their waistbands, and spritzes of cologne.

She rarely had the opportunity to dress up like this. Face accentuated by light makeup, hair nicely tucked away from her face with two golden bobby pins, and that body-tight dress; the faux-leather corset-like middle hugged her nicely, making her breasts curve just right. The bottom looked like a black princess gown, but cut off just below her ass. It was flowing with dark, delicate fabrics that jumped over the swell of her bum. Her body looked hellishly good in that dress, and Bucky’s mind repeated that statement to himself when he saw her appear in the doorframe.

“Could you help me zip it?” Her timid voice was such a contrast to the way she looked, that even Sam raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

Bucky put away his phone and walked up to her immediately, not even paying attention to the teasing look that their friend served them. She stood with her back to him, already half-zipped, so not too much of her was revealed. He struggled a little with the fastening, scrunching his eyebrows in the meantime.

“Are you sure it’s not…”

“What?”

“It’s not uh…” he stuttered a little, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t offend her clothing choice. “too tight?”

They both paused for a heartbeat, and Leah listened intently into the nervousness that started crawling out of his mind. She bit her lip and shook her head gently.

“No, it fits. Just pull it up a bit more.” She instructed, but Bucky hesitated. He held the hem between his fingers and looked down, eyeing her bottom carefully as it slid through the material.

“Pull it up? Doll, if I pull it up, your whole bottom will be out.” He protested, not even caring about using the pet name in front of Sam. When he heard her groan, he obeyed, and zipped up the dress and fastened the little clasp on top of it.

Leah let out a small ‘thank you’ and shimmied about in the dress, fitting it comfortably around her. She pulled on the back to check how long it is and confidently pushed it up an inch more, covering more of her cleavage.

“Where, uh…” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. It caught her attention and made her look up, fixing her gaze on his wide blue eyes. “where did you get this?”

“Why? You like it?” Leah’s voice was barely above a whisper, smiling wickedly at his stoic face that started to break with each look down her body. There was a tint of pink spreading over his cheeks. She could feel the warmth that was building up in his mind; she didn’t have to read his feelings to know that he liked it.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re leaving now.” Sam waved at them and opened the door to the suite, inviting them both to walk out with him.

Bucky passed Leah her comms and waited as she left the room first, making sure nothing was left behind. He walked up to Sam, pursing his lips at the proud smirk adorning his friend’s face.

“Please use the room farthest from the door. I don’t wanna hear it.”

By the time they made it to the ground floor, the party was in full swing. The main hall was covered in dark drapes, singular tables stood out with crimson tablecloths and crystal cutlery. The bar was visibly flowing with the fake smoke; waiters and bartenders were wearing either grim makeup, or a tad-too-revealing costumes. Politicians occupied the tall tables near the stage, where frighteningly flexible gymnasts showed off their skills on poles and hoops. The few lounge areas smelled of cigars and heavily poured whiskey. The whole floor was decorated with bloody signs, warning tapes, and random limbs of mannequins hanging on the walls.

“I didn’t know Jersey’s senators would be into hardcore Halloween themes.” Leah’s mumble resonated in their comms. Nobody said anything in response, as they continued to stare at the bizarre décor of the place. They passed a group of A-list celebrities who were filming it and taking candid photos of the party; clad in equally form-fitting clothes, with glasses already half-empty.

A few bystanders looked at the three with curious eyes; they weren’t necessarily hiding and did not wear their tactical uniforms. For some, such sight would be news-worthy. Bucky cursed himself for not wearing his leather gloves – the golden strokes over his fingers glistened under the dim lights and caught attention of those who knew of his past. He moved his hand nervously in an out of a fist, searching desperately for his pocket to hide his left hand. Just when he was clenching his jaw for the first time that night, Leah’s palm gently wrapped around his bionic arm, silently asking him to bend it, so that he could have her wrapped around it. She lifted up a corner of her lips when he looked at her, and saw through her action – she was calming him down. Leah eased the tension and let go of the tightly knotted nervousness. She worked her magic on him.

They walked some more around the main room, taking in their surroundings and the guests that arrived. Governors chatted with art collectors; philanthropists made silent deals with influencers and valuable personas.

“Guys, ten o’clock, a few gang leaders from Madripoor.” Bucky’s eyes wandered to the target offered quietly by Torres. Leah looked the other way, plastering an empty smile to her face as some performers mixed with the crowd.

“I’m gonna go mingle.” He returned a fake smile and squeezed Leah’s palm, before wandering off.

She swayed her hips a bit more to the heavy bass of music. Walking closer to Sam, she was about to offer him a drink, when her train of thoughts was blocked by someone’s heavy intention to talk. She saw the local governor making his way down to Sam, ready to shake his hand generously and congratulate on the latest achievements.

“I’ll be at the bar.” Her soft voice left him with an overly excited, slightly intoxicated politician.

The bartenders must have been paid extra, because the fire and fake blood were interchangeably accompanying each order. She found an empty barstool to sit and straightened up her back, to catch attention of the Dracula pouring another round of bloody Mary for a tech mogul’s wife.

“What can I get you?” He offered her a little bowl of pretzels and lit up a tealight next to her.

“Gin and tonic. Make it sweet.”

While the bartender was fixing her drink, Leah looked around. Sam was nowhere to be found, the crowd even busier than minutes before. It made it difficult for her to read people’s feelings clearer, so she tried to listen in more.

A creeping wave of anxiety, covered deeply by chemically altered excitement, beamed out of the short, dark-haired guy. He kept on circling his tall beer glass, as he allowed the girl next to him chat him up. He laughed at something the pretty blonde said, but he wasn’t focused on her. He kept on checking his watch and taking small, but continuous sips of his drink.

Leah wanted to read more into this, but the Dracula offered her the drink and made a show out of it, sprinkling it with edible glitter. She smiled thankfully and took a sip, admittedly impressed by the taste. She drank a bit more before turning back into focus, but her perception became clouded by the commotion in the other side of the room. Someone picked up a fight, but it quickly died down as security came out of nowhere, fully stocked with weapons to scare everyone off. The show of power resonated through the room, and the fear among the patrons dissolved quickly with fresh rounds of drinks and other refreshments.

When she turned back to the stress-drinker, he was gone. With sweet concoction in one hand, Leah stood up from the bar and tried to focus. She circled the drinking area and kept her eyes open, looking for that mop of hair and overpriced watch. She thought she saw him near the exit, welcoming someone in, but a group of laughing girls crossed her path and broke the connection. She backed off to an emptier side of the room and played with her hair, while saying,

“Torres, brown hair, short male. Sat three seats to the left from me at the bar, just came up to the entrance.”

“On it. Give me some time, let me know if you see him again.”

It went on like this for some time. She walked around, nursing her glittery drink and looking around for anything suspicious. Some people would walk up to her, chat about nothing and share empty excitement over the party. At one point, Sam’s head flashed in-between the swaying bodies. She got closer, watching carefully as a few senators shook his hand and exchanged pleasantries with Captain America in civil clothing. She rolled her eyes at the overload of testosterone emanating from them, so leaving Sam with their attention was the best choice for now. He was just fine.

Finding Bucky was a little more difficult. The mobsters changed their seats and were moving about, making it harder to navigate which group sucked him in. The last spot she hasn’t checked before was the secluded area with velvet lounges, where the skimpy dressed gymnasts came in, but didn’t leave for a while. She downed her drink and walked towards the little corridor.

Before she could turn the corner, a familiar, female voice resonated from the side. Leah could swear she knew that tone; she couldn’t make up the face, but her mind screamed at her to follow it. She pushed the heavy curtain and took a step inside, trying to be subtle and quiet. What she didn’t expect though, was the strong arm pulling her back forcefully, backing her to the main hall swiftly. Her brain didn’t warn her of any danger lurking behind, so she turned on her heels to be met with Bucky’s heavy gaze.

“I wouldn’t go there.” His low whisper was confident enough that Leah didn’t question him. He gestured with his head to the other way of the room and lead her away, making them blend in with the crowd again.

They found the bar with the same Dracula for a bartender, and Bucky pushed his way through enough to locate an empty bar stool for her. He gestured Leah to sit down, as he leaned on the counter and waved the bartender over to make an order.

She spent a minute taking him in. His suit still crisp and without a wrinkle on the shirt, face hard yet a tad softer, when he turned to her. She swore to limit her use of powers on him to bare minimum, so she didn’t read his emotions. She allowed him be, order them a drink each, and make himself busy for a moment.

“You good?” She asked finally.

Bucky took a swing from the beer glass and licked his lips from the excess foam that gathered around his lips. Absentmindedly, he nodded, looking around before speaking.

“Sharon Carter is here. She’s doing a dodgy business with some jocks, I don’t even know who they are. I don’t want to know. There are people involved.”

That made sense. Leah connected the dots and could hear the voice that she heard moments before; it definitely was the toxic blonde that hid more behind her fake smile, than one would have imagined.

“What are you thinking?” She searched for his eyes. He wouldn’t look at her at first, so she reached up with her palm to touch his cheek gently. It got his attention and made him return the look of concern, locking their gazes in a heavy stare.

“The short guy that Leah paid attention to, he invited Sharon Carter in. She was on the list, so, nothing out of ordinary here. Keep looking.”

Torres’s voice never did sound more annoying. Back to square one.

It was past midnight when they reunited with Sam. The whole evening, he was held up by senators and influential figures, all of which were stakeholders of the military programs. He fished for intel, for anyone to sell any lead as to why the Power Broker would want the US military to be involved in their business, but to no success. He made a few friends that potentially could spill a rare detail in the future, but nothing that would help them find the snitch during the party.

They waited out until the main show would slow down. Sam joined their private pity party with Dracula the bartender, and they just watched. A few people would come up to them to say their goodbyes, but Leah wasn’t even sure who they were. Her mind went on a road trip across the whole room again, scanning everyone and everything around. She was focusing so hard that the plastic straw she was holding, broke between her fingers. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and gently massaged her forehead.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam nudged her in the ribs, and then looked over her head at Bucky.

“Yeah. I’ve been feeling a lot, but never releasing it. It gets heavy.” She mumbled with a groan, closing her eyes for a second.

“You guys go upstairs for a while, get some quiet time. I’ll keep watching,” he nodded toward the exit. “Torres, you still there?”

“All eyes and ears, man.” The connection was still strong, but Joaquin was just quieter, probably more bored and tired with each passing hour.

“Alright. Keep us posted.”

Bucky stood up and took Leah’s hand, pulling her away from the dirty countertop and making her walk away with him. Some security guards nodded at them, almost as if they knew them personally. They stepped into the small elevator and waited patiently for the faulty door to close behind them. She then leaned into him, resting her forehead on his shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. He held her waist and massaged it gently, for reassurance. The elevator stopped at their floor with a little bell sound, and so they walked in silence into their suite.

They left the room clean, and it calmed her senses. They lit up all of the lights and pulled the drapes over the windows. Leah took off her high heels in the middle of the room, not caring about the mess she was leaving behind anymore. Her head was pounding with sudden silence that hit her mind. A shocking wave of unexpected peace made her shudder with relief. She threw herself onto the nearest bed, breathing in the softness of the mattress. She turned on her side to watch him move around the room; he took of his suit jacket and sat down at the couch across from her, legs spread wide comfortably, head resting on the back cushion.

The boiling power bubbled inside of her – her body always sought harmony. She did not use her power physically today, so the accumulated feelings were overflowing. Her eyes were shining with the icy blue hue, making her attention span shift significantly.

She crawled up from bed and slowly made her way to Bucky. He watched her carefully, trying to understand her and her needs. She climbed over his lap, hugging his hips with her thighs. Leah leaned in, resting her forehead on his, locking their gazes in a silent stare off. His hands wandered to her hips, holding her steadily, but lovingly. He massaged her body, trying to ease any discomfort that her body might feel. In return, she leaned down to kiss him on the lips sweetly. Their mouths moved in sync, creating a steady rhythm that started to sway their entire bodies. He knew what she needed and he was more than willing to help her out.

Cold, metal hand palmed her ass cheek. It easily brushed over the delicate material of the dress, making his fingers slip across her body with ease. He repetitively squeezed the firm flesh beneath her clothing, which made her move her hips in unison with his gentle pushes. His harsh tugs on her butt made her grind over his groin, earning a hearty moan out of her throat.

Tight dress slowly hiked up her ass and gave him easy access to the heat of her skin; he released it and quickly grabbed it again, catching it mid-jiggle and making a loud, slapping sound. She kept on moving her hips, feeling her core warm up and soak her panties. Sloppy kisses were interrupted by sudden breath intakes and impatient moans. The steady movement of her hips helped her find the growing bulge in his pants. When she started moving along its length, she let go of his lips with a smack and started kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck. Shamelessly grinding over him, she took a hold of the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned the very top of it. Leah sucked and bit lightly on his neck, not getting enough of the taste of his skin.

Bucky pulled at her panties and moved them to the side, dipping his hand between her ass cheeks and lower. She moaned loudly, feeling the slick wetness leave her core.

“Fuck, baby” Leah almost sobbed, feeling her powers tickle her nervous system. Each movement was more electric and bringing her greater ecstasy. She needed him to touch her, love her, kiss her, and fill her.

“What do you need, doll? Tell me.” He mumbled in between their hot kisses. They were all spit and tongue, teeth clashing when Bucky dipped a finger into her.

She whimpered, stilling her movements as he worked her up. She shook with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and much needed release.

“Tell me, baby, what do you need?” He pulled out his finger and squeezed her ass.

Too stunned to speak, with shaky hands she reached down to his pants, doing her best to undo his belt and unzip it. She held up her hips to have easier access, fumbling with the zipper and quickly pushing her fingers through the waistband of his boxers. He stopped her by grabbing her wrists in one hand.

“Talk to me,” Bucky made her look down at him, scanning through each other’s faces with attention. “I’ll give you the world, but just talk to me. Just like you make me talk.”

Tears welled up in her eyes; she was overloaded with emotions; her mind powers took a toll on her and she just needed to release it. She couldn’t start shooting up her magic just because she felt like it, so she had to get rid of the heaviness of it all.

“I love you, James,” She kissed him on the lips and looked him straight in his blue orbs, making hers lit up. “I love you so much, and I need you to make me feel so good, that I can forget about everybody’s pain for a moment.”

He smiled with this warm, adoring expression. His face was sparklingly beautiful and looked only at her, nothing else.

What happened next, neither of them expected. Leah was so focused on getting rid of her emotional overload, that she blocked everything else. The lights suddenly switched off, the room drowned in uneasy darkness.

“Sam?” Bucky’s expression hardened, his arms held Leah tighter against his chest.

“The power’s out here too. Joaquin, anything?”

The only thing that Bucky could make out in the room were her eyes. They shone their delicate blue hue, grounding him in distress.

“You have incoming from the main entrance. I can’t scan them, so brace yourselves.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” He whispered to her, not sure how much of their conversation would be muted from Sam and Torres’s comms.

She nodded rapidly, but did so while rapidly wiping at her cheeks. She was letting go of the feelings through heavy tears. Bucky held her by the cheeks and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.

“I love you and I will take care of you, alright?” She nodded in understanding, but sniffed uncontrollably.

They helped each other fix their clothing and blindly search for their weapons. Bucky left the room first, listening in to any sounds on their floor that would suggest any danger. Leah let the blue sparks circle around her fingers, ready to burst up in magical flames to protect them. She lit up the corridor with the blue swirls of energy and followed Bucky down the stairs.

Leah stopped Bucky from leaving the staircase, pointing to the side where she could feel a few people running. They waited out the unwanted company and entered the ground floor, where they saw the backs of the group running away. The one person that turned their way for a split second was the tall blonde, clutching her gun tightly.

“Sharon…” Leah mumbled, looking at her intently, and in disbelief.

Bucky was already ahead of her, kneeling beside a body of a middle-aged man.

“Torres, call 911. One man down.”

“Two more near the bar.” Sam’s heavy voice resonated in their ears, and Leah couldn’t stop the incoming stream of awareness. She kept looking back to where Sharon disappeared into the darkness, feeling the surge of feelings left behind in the air. Her tired mind was swimming fast in the depths of her power, and it helped her understand:

“She’s the Power Broker.”

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tagging: @real-jane

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