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auras-moonstone · 1 month
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heyyy i love your ficsss so badly! i was wondering if you could do “you are in love” reader x (ethan or jack, doesn’t matter) where reader and ethan/jack slowly start falling in love, and just make small little moments where it shows how they slowly start developing feelings for each other, and it ends up in them kissing in a car or on a rooftop!! thank you so much!! i love ur fics, they make me believe in love all over again xx!!
that’s actually the cutest thing someone’s ever told me🥺 thank you so much, i hope you like it!
you are in love — ethan landry
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word counter: 2.2k
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: y/n moves to new york to be with her friends and meets ethan, with whom she connects instantly and they slowly start to fall for each other.
warnings: none! just fluff.
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Y/N couldn’t believe she had let the group drag her to one of the places she hated the most—parties. The only reason why she accepted was because she had just moved to New York after years of living in another country, and she missed her friends. Especially when she heard the news about their attack and the death of Wes and Liv. She needed to be with them, so she transferred to Blackmore University.
“Can you at least pretend you’re enjoying yourself?” Mindy asked, trying not to laugh at the girl’s scowl.
“No, at least people will get the memo. I swear if one more frat boy offers me to go upstairs I’m starting something.”
“Hey, you wanna go upstairs?” a voice from behind her teased.
Y/N laughed as she turned around. “Hi, Chad. You’re the only frat boy I tolerate… most of the time.”
“I missed your grumpiness so bad.” he hugged her. “By the way, this is Ethan. Eth, this is Y/N, my best friend who just moved and our new roomie.”
Standing beside Chad was the tallest 20-year-old Y/N had ever seen. With perfect brown curls and magnetic brown eyes, he was also the most gorgeous guy Y/N had ever met.
Very aware of the pretty girl’s intense eyes on him, Ethan blushed. In an act of nervousness, he foolishly extended his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Y/N looked down at his hand and with a smile, she shook it. “Nice to meet you, too. I heard a lot about you. Chad is kinda in love.”
He truly spoke a lot about him, and Y/N thought their bromance was everything.
“Damn right. He is my boy.” Chad squeezed his male best friend’s shoulder. “I think you two are going to get along great. You can bitch about parties together while the rest of the group have fun.”
“Have they been dragging you to a lot of parties?” she asked in a sympathetic tone.
“Sadly, yes.” the boy laughed. “It’s nice to know I won’t be miserable alone anymore.”
Y/N giggled. “Hey, thanks for letting me stay in your dorm, by the way. I know we don’t know each other, so I appreciate it.”
“No problem at all, really. Chad says you make the best coffee in the world, and coffee is practically what keeps me alive in college. So my reasons might not be selfless at all.”
“I share the sentiment, and I’ll gladly make you coffee anytime you want. I promise.”
“That’s a dangerous promise to make. I truly do drink a lot of coffee.”
“Trust me, she could make a run for your money. She hasn’t had coffee for like three hours and she’s already Grouchy Smurf.” Chad spoke, reminding the two teens that they weren’t alone. “I’m telling you, you’re going to get along great.”
“I believe it. Hell, I might just have replace you already.” Y/N exchanged a smile with Ethan.
Chad rolled his eyes and scoffed, acting annoyed. Truth was, ever since he had met Ethan, the only thing he could think was what a perfect match he would be for Y/N. Sam and Tara could see it too, but Mindy thought Y/N was way out of his league.
“Whatever, you two party poopers can hide in the corner. I’m going to party.” the boy said, leaving them alone.
Time flew too fast, which was unusual considering they were at a party, but between getting to know each other and light-hearted jokes, they realized almost three hours had passed and together they decided to call it a night.
“Sorry I wasn’t here this afternoon to welcome you. I lost track of time at the library.” Ethan said once they entered their dorm.
“Don’t worry about it. We didn’t do much anyways, they just helped me unpack and then I took the most awesome nap.”
Ethan smiled. “Yeah, you look way too energetic.”
“And you look like you’re two seconds away from collapsing on the spot.” she laughed. “Go rest.”
“Are you going to bed?”
“I’ll probably make some tea and read for a while, I’m not tired.”
“I can keep you company.” he offered. Y/N smiled, he was trying hard to keep his eyes open yet he was still there making sure she didn’t feel alone.
“No, it’s okay. You look very tired and I don’t mind some alone time, really. Thanks, tho. You’re very sweet. “
“Fine, but if you need anything wake me up. I’m serious.”
“Okay, thanks. Good night, Ethan.”
Ethan yawned and mumbled a quick “Night, Y/N/N. It’s was nice to meet you.”
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It was a Sunday morning and Y/N woke up in a good mood, so she decided to make breakfast for Ethan and her. Starting with the coffee Ethan had become obsessed with ever since the first time she made it for him, and then she tried to make toasts. Keyword: tried.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she cursed, taking the burnt toasts out of the toaster. “Idiot!”
“Well, good morning to you too.” a sarcastic raspy voice said from the other side of the stool.
Y/N turned around to face the curly-haired boy. “Sorry, Eth. Good morning. I tried to make us toasts but I burnt them.”
Ethan smiled and walked towards her. “Thank you, you didn’t have to. Let me do it, you already did coffee.”
Their shoulders brushed and they stood still, looking at each other in shock. The moment lasted for only a second, but it was a meaningful one. Just one look and a small touch, but they felt enough.
It had been a month since Y/N moved in with the two boys and met the rest of the group. And even though she had built a nice friendship with Anika and Quinn, it was safe to say that Ethan was the one she had connected the most with.
“So, what are your plans for today? Chad already left for the gym and then he’s going to Tara’s.”
“I honestly don’t feel like going out, so maybe I’ll stay in, watch some movies.” Ethan shrugged, giving her a cup of coffee.
“Do you mind some company? I don’t feel like going out either”
Ethan smiled widely. “Of course. What’s your favorite genre?”
“Slashers, horror, suspense… anything gory.”
“Fuck yes. I finally have someone to watch horror movies with.” the boy smiled like a little kid.
“What are you talking about? Mindy’s really into them.” she frowned.
Ethan grimaced and let out a chuckle. “Mindy kinda hates me.”
“What? Why? Are you sure?” she asked, completely taken aback. Mindy sure was a peculiar human, but Ethan was so sweet and funny, there’s no way you could not like him.
“Yup. Surprised you haven’t noticed, she doesn’t hide it.”
“She’s a little distrustful, because of what happened last year.”
“I know. But that’s not it, she actually dislikes me. She says I have the profile of a killer, and I swear to God I feel the disgust on her eyes everytime I’m near. She says something mean about me whenever she can, and she bluntly said you’re too good to be my friend.”
Y/N’s jaw fell open and her heart hurt a little for him. “That’s a load of bullshit. I’m sorry, Ethan. That’s awful.”
“It’s alright. The rest of the group is cool with me, and Chad is already my best friend. I can take Mindy’s comments.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have to bear with them. I swear if she says something about you in front of me I—”
“You’re not going to say anything.” he cut her off. “I don’t want any tension, I’ll just keep on ignoring what she says.”
“Okay, then. I’m not saying anything.”
“Thanks.”
“If you’re present.” she finished. “If she talks about you when you’re not there, I’ll give her my piece of mind. And there’s nothing you can do to make me change my mind.”
“Stubborn woman.” he rolled his eyes.
Y/N gave him a toothy smile. “Proudly.”
Ethan felt like he had been given an electric shock. There was a parade going on inside his stomach, and his heart was beating as if he had ran the longest marathon.
But it was all Y/N and her protectiveness over him. They had known each other for a little over a month, and there she was, becoming his best friend and making him feel cared for and important.
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There was one week left until finals, and the anxiety was in the air and printed on Y/N’s and Ethan’s faces. They were both sat on the couch—papers, notebooks and colourful markers sprawled around them—and talking to themselves under their breaths.
“That’s it, I’m out. I can’t stand the sight of you two.” Chad said, pocketing his phone as he stood up from his chair almost tripping over one of the empty cups of coffee on the floor.
“I’m so sorry we’re invested in having a future.” Y/N said sarcastically “If one day you need a doctor,” she pointed to herself and then at Ethan “or a lawyer, we’re definitely not going to be there.”
Chad raised his eyebrows, and bit his lip trying not to laugh. “Okay, whatever you say.” he raised his arms. “Good luck with this one, Ethan.”
“Ethan’s fine, he doesn’t get on my nerves. Unlike you.”
“Because you’re one and the same.”
“I smell jealousy there, Chad. Are you mad your boyfriend replaced you?” Y/N smirked.
“He didn’t replace me. I’m still his favourite, right, Eth?”
Ethan diverted his gaze. “I plead the fifth.”
“He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, but the answer’s clearly yes.” Chad said to Y/N. “Goodbye.”
Once the door closed, the only sounds that could be heard in the living room were the turning of pages and some frustrated sighs. Ethan was the one who broke first, “Okay, let’s just stop. You’re going to get migraines and I can sense you’re about to burst out crying.”
“Thank fuck, I didn’t want to be the weak one and say it first.” Y/N said in relief, closing her textbook. “Want coffee?”
“Sure” Ethan said with a laugh.
“So…” Y/N started. They had sat on the balcony, with a cup of coffee, to admire the streets of New York at midnight.
“So…”
“Who’s your favorite? Chad or me?” she asked with a playful smile.
Ethan rolled his eyes and tugged her close, so her back was resting against his chest. They both closed their eyes and enjoyed each other’s presence.
Something they loved about their friendship was that there wasn’t any need to fill the silences. There wasn’t any awkwardness because they had learnt to communicate without words, they could read each other’s expressions and body language. Everyone in the group could see they had a unique bond.
Y/N and Ethan never had to say anything for the group to know something stronger was developing between them. Something more than a friendship. They could hear it in their silences, they could feel it on the way home from university—both would walk beside each other and absentmindedly brush their knuckles or lean against the other—, and they could definitely notice the way they looked at each other. Whether the other was looking or not, they were constantly searching for one another. They were falling in love, you could see it even with the lights out.
“Ethan?”
“Yes?”
“You’re my favourite, too.”
Ethan smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Y/N fell asleep listing to his heartbeats.
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Things changed after than night. The two friends finally realized what the rest of the group had known for months—they were in love. And with the realization came the fears. Fear of rejection, of ruining a perfect friendship, fear of those feelings being one-sided. And so they spent days trying to push down those feelings until it became unbearable.
“There you are.” Y/N said with a smile once he found Ethan lying on the rooftop. Now that finals were over, the group decided to take a well-deserved vacations and rented a house on the beach. “Can I join you?”
“Always.” Ethan smiled patting the place beside him.
“What a view. Can we stay forever?” Y/N said in a content tone. The sun was setting, painting the sky with pretty shades of bright orange and soft pink, contrasting with the clear blue water of the sea.
I already get to see the prettiest view everyday, was Ethan’s immediate thought. But he couldn’t say that, so instead he went with, “I wish.”
Silence followed those words. This time, it wasn’t the comfortable peaceful one they were accustomed to. There was this loudness in Y/N’s strange expression, like she wanted to get something off her chest but she was overthinking it way too much.
“You can tell me anything, you know?” Ethan said softly.
Y/N looked into his eyes and moved her body closer to his. Ethan’s heart started beating in anticipation, something about that move made him hopeful.
“I just…” she paused. “You’re my best friend, Eth.” they were so close she might as well have whispered those words against his lips.
Ethan smiled and closed the distance painfully slow. If she was any other person, he might have had second thoughts, but not with Y/N. He could read her like his favourite book. “I’m in love with you.” he whispered when the kiss ended. Their foreheads were touching and their eyes were still closed.
“I’m in love with you, too.”
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Can we please have more dad George I miss him soo much like literally anything 🥺😭
Note: I'm working on a big piece for him, but in the mean time, here's a blurb!
Cw: reader's pregnant
"Mummy called me and said she was going to take a little bit longer today, so how about we cook for her?", George suggested once he got off the phone, "sure, daddy!", Arthur said, "I'm going to get Olivia to join us!", he said excitedly, running up to his sister's room to tell her the plans.
George laid out all of the ingredients they needed for the recipe and helped the kids put on their aprons, "daddy, whenever I cook with mummy she always tells us what to do. Do you know what to do?", Olivia wondered, looking up at him as she moved the bowls around, "of course I do, darling! Me and Arthur have cooked a couple of times before, haven't we buddy?", he asked your son, earning his nod. Since you liked to cook, it wasn't one of the chores around the house you and George shared, opting to share others instead.
"Can you keep stirring, Liv?", he asked your daughter, "me and Arthur will get started on measuring the milk and cracking the eggs - careful, buddy", he said as Arthur grabbed the milk carton.
"Daddy?", Olivia called, "this is getting yellow, like, golden? I think that's what mummy calls it", she said as George took a peak at the pot, "okay, it's ready for the rice", he mentioned, Arthur helping out his sister in adding the grains, "Good job, guys!", George complimented, kissing the top of their heads as he wiped his hands on the towell.
"Mummy told me yesterday that she really wanted to have this pie", Arthur mumbled as he looked at it cooking in the oven, making sure it would be just like how you liked it.
"It's why we are making it, right? She told daddy she has been craving it for a few days, I heard her", Olivia nudged as George grabbed the plates and cutlery to take to the table, "yes! Mummy has been waiting to make this for a bit, but she hasn't had the time - and we all know how much she hates asking got help - so I decided we were going to surprise her", George explained, nodding his head to the dining room so they could help him with the table.
"I did help her yesterday!", Arthur chirped in, "she wanted to pick something off the floor, but her baby bump - she couldn't do it, she was like those jelly pots we have for snacks, all wiggly trying to do it- so I helped her", he exemplified as George tried his best not ot laugh at the creative, yet accurate, description. "You did well, buddy. She will hardly ask for help, but it's always good to help her whenever you can", George noted.
When you finally got home, you left your shoes by the door just in time for Olivia to come give you a hug, "Hi, mummy! How was your day? Daddy and Arthur are in the dining room with Winston and Maya", she said as she pulled your hand, mindful that you were walking a little bit slower than usual.
"Mummy!", Arthur yelled as he hugged your legs, pressing his lips to your clothed bump, "how is the baby?", he asked, "he's good, been kicking a lot today actually", you smiled, kissing your son's cheek and then his sister's before moving up to your husband, "is my nose deceiving me or have you made my craving?", you moaned in his ear, "you've been busy, and me and the kids wanted to treat you", he smiled, kissing your lips before getting everyone to sit at the table, Maya and Winston sitting by your feet.
"I was a bit doubtful at first, but this is good, daddy!", Olivia complimented, "thanks? I guess", your husband chuckled as he served himself some of the salad, "I think we make a great team, not as good as mummy, but pretty close", Arthur added as he ate a fork full of the meal.
(Thank you for your submission ✨️)
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m-writes-stories · 6 months
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The Kansas City Couple Part 1
Takes Place During the Off Season (Mid-February to May)
Word Count: 878 words
Warnings: talk about a car accident (I think that is it please let me know if I forgot something)
Interviewer: Welcome to the new NFL based Documentary: “The Kansas City Couple.” This is a documentary about Y/N and Travis Kelce. Travis mostly got his fame during the 2020 season in which the Kansas City Chiefs won Super Bowl LIV. But the couple got the eye of the public in 2022 when Y/N posted on her Tik Tok talking about the couple’s relationship.
Y/N: Hi, my name is Y/N Kelce. In 2022 for Travis and I’s anniversary I made a slide show, and I posted part of it on tik tok. And let's just say it blew up. The video was just about how Travis and I have been friends since 2nd grade. And ever since then we have been inseparable since. Travis and I have, like I said, been friends since 2nd grade. We kinda, not really, started dating our freshman year of high school. But we were really just best friends. Our junior year, we officially started dating but it was off and on. After Christmas that year we were together and stayed together for a year. Until January of our senior year when I got in a car accident and that put a barrier between Travis and I. But we got back together in April before we graduated. Then we went to college together. And since the end of our sophomore year, of college,we have lived together. Travis and I got married in 2017, after what felt like forever of telling people it was at some point gonna happen.
Travis: I told people forever that I was gonna propose. But I never thought the time was right. I finally proposed at Christmas in 2015. I decided that it was time and she said yes. We have been together for 15 years and 5 months. When people hear that we were high school sweethearts they always say that we will get divorced soon, but that still hasn’t happened and it won’t happen. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t think that I would be able to function as a NFL player without her. She makes sure my bag is packed each week. I pick my outfits but she checks my bag.
Interviewer: Has she had to bring things to the games that you have forgotten?
Travis: Oh 1000%. I’m pretty sure she brought extra socks at the first home game last season. She is my lifeline, she makes sure I don’t get fired.
Y/N: I brought his jersey to him one time. That he was 100% sure that he wouldn’t forget. I think I bring him something for each home game. I don’t check his bag as thoroughly for home games. For away games I spend like 2 hours checking his bag the night before he leaves. And then like another hour and a half before he leaves. I literally check every pocket and pouch, everything.
Interviewer: What would you say is the worst part about the off season?
Travis: I would say mine is the fact that I don't really have an off season. I’m still studying film. I do routine workouts. My brain is still focused on football even if we aren’t actively practicing or playing.
Y/N: I would say mine is that it feels super short. Cause it isn’t really that great of a time. Because it is like 4 months long. Which like Travis said, isn’t really an off time. It’s probably more chaotic than the actual season. Well, training camp is the most chaotic. And not just cause Travis is doing things, but I also have to get ready for the next season, basically right after the superbowl. We do as much work as we can in the off season: like work on the house, charity work, cleaning as much as possible. Because we all know I have the hardest time keeping the house clean during the season.
Travis: Yeah, like Y/N said, we don’t have a lot of time during the season for bigger projects or things we need to do. And so the off season is the best time to do that. So it makes it hard for us to really have down time. We spend a lot of time during training camp apart so we spend the off season doing projects together.
Interviewer: What is your favorite part about a game?
Travis: Besides doing what I love… I love being able to see Y/N in the stands. We spent a long time trying out different seats at Arrowhead. Trying to find the seat we can see each other the best. And we finally did. And now it makes me the happiest. Especially when I get a touchdown or a good catch and I look up and see her sitting there..
Y/N: You're gonna make me cry. My favorite part is seeing him do his favorite thing. Seeing him play and live out his dream of playing in the NFL. I remember being in high school and he always told me that he would play his heart out in the NFL for me. And now he is.
Interviewer: Alright, the next time you will see this amazing couple will be during Training Camp.
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A/N: Ok? How do we feel is it exciting? Do we like it? Give me feedback please!
Love, M
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callofdudes · 1 year
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✨COD as text messages✨ (incorrect quotes)
(may or may not scar you)
Soap: I need to go to the hospital.
Gaz: Why?
Soap: Everytime I close my eyes I can't see!
Gaz: Idiot.
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Rudy: Wanna come over? No one's home 😏
Alejandro: Be there in a few minutes 😍
Rudy: K
Alejandro: I'm here where are you?
Rudy: I told you no one is home
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Price: Hey do you have any condoms I could use? I really need one for tonight.
Soap: Captain?! WTF!! Do you realize who you just texted?
Price: Ya I know that I texted you son. And I also know that you have some. I need one is that ok? I don't want to make the same mistake again.
Soap: Is the mistake me?
Price: ...
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Gaz: Dude what is your street name?
Soap: Lil Marco
Gaz: You live on a street called Lil Marco?
Soap: Ohhhh you meant my address?
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Alejandro: How do you spell 'me'?
Rudy: ummm... M and E
Alejandro: You forgot the D
Rudy: There's no D in me...
Alejandro: ...I can fix that
Rudy: I'm blocking you
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Nikolai: How was Price's surprise party?
Soap: it was great! We scared the cum out of him!!
Nikolai: Soap that's not funny.
Soap: omg! I'm so sorry I meant cum
Soap: NOOOO! I meant we scared the *CRAP out of Price!
Nikolai: ok because the other ones my job :)
Soap: ...
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Alex: Dude how drunk was I last night?
Gaz: Well, at one point I convinced you to try and bite your own nose.....
Alex: Then what happened?
Gaz: You were rolling around on the floor for an hour screaming "ITS GETTING AWAY ITS GETTING AWAY!!!!!!"
Alex: I hate you more then words can express....
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Soap: Simon there's a moth on the outside of the bathroom door can you get rid of it?
Soap: Pls hurry because I'm going to cry
Soap: Simon
Soap: Ghost!
Ghost: Ghost is dead. You're next. Love, Moth
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Price: In a meeting
Price: In a meeting
Price: In a meeting
Price: In a meeting
Price: In a meeting
Laswell: Are you in a meeting?
Price: No, why?
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Soap: You're so beautiful.
Soap: Let me take you out. I wanna get you a table at Liv
Soap: Boy I wanna write a song about us
Soap: What u want me to call it?
Ghost: Restraining Order
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Alex: What does IDK, LY & TTYL mean?
Gaz: I don't know, love you, talk to you later.
Alex: OK, I will ask Farah
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Price: How is practice going?
Ghost: Terrible I want to stab everybody here
Price: Okay just don't get any blood on your clothes
Ghost: You're a military captain you shouldn't be codoning this
Price: Don't tell me how to live my life
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Soap: Dude
Soap: Buttholes are like pockets
Soap: Like you can store stuff up there
Soap: And keep it safe
Gaz: no they are not
Gaz: do not do that
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Soap: Hey
Ghost: Hey
Soap: How are you
Ghost: I am fine. How about you?
Soap: I've been better
Soap: I'm actually really surprised you texted me
Ghost: You texted me
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Price: Hi babe, what are you doing?
Nikolai: Nothing much, 'em really tired. Just going to sleep now babe. And you?
Price: In the club standing behind you
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Gaz: So, I hear you like bad boys
Alex: Yea
Gaz: Well, I'm not trying to impress you or anything but my bedtime is 7:00, but I go to bed a 7:02!! WHAT NOW!!
Alex: IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???
Gaz: Idk, I just like living dangerously
Alex: MARRY ME!!!!
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Soap: How could you?? I trusted you and you cheated on me!!!
Soap: Oh, sorry Simon That was meant for (guy)
Ghost: Oh.
Ghost: On a completely unrelated topic, have you seen my shotgun anywhere?
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Nikolai: You got a letter.
Price: Ok.
Nikolai: From the bank, I think.
Price: Ok.
Nikolai: Tasted important.
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Ghost: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.
Soap: Isn't Gaz there?
Ghost: Yes, but I like you more.
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I don't know where this idea came from. I found a few funny screenshots that made me think of these guys so I went down a rabbit hole to make these. I'm sorry for any trauma these may have caused 😂. Let me know if you want to see more!
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saintmagx · 4 months
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I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥
Part 3
Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader
AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline
⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️
JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐
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The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.
Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.
“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”
Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.
“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk
“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.
“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.
Focus yn, focus.
“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”
Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.
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My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.
Trin
Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?
Yn
Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗
Trin
I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕
Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.
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The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.
“Earth to yn!”
Josh snaps me out of my thoughts
“Sorry, um what were you saying?”
“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”
“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.
With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.
“Can you tell me what he said?”
“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.
Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.
“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”
“That’s right uce. Day ones!”
Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.
Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”
Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.
“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.
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Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.
“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.
Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.
“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”
“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”
“She sure was.”
I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.
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Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo
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730bliss · 8 months
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3am (street fighter! hook x reader)
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g/n reader, thx for voting ♡
**minor violence and sexual implications
“Only five more minutes..” you thought, as you looked up to the clock longingly. 
Today was busy. Extra busy. Working at an understaffed coffee shop in the middle of the city probably wasn’t your best idea. Taking up your bosses’ 14-hour shift offer didn’t help either. But, the pay was good and the people were usually nice, leaving tips which you would spend on dinner afterwards. 
Your coworkers were great too. Liv was your best friend. You knew her in highschool, and you guys were always hanging out, even outside of work. Alexa was a bit scary sometimes, but you were nice to her regardless. Iyo didn’t know alot of English, having moved with her family from Japan. Duolingo proved to be of some help to you both. You had other coworkers, but you didn’t really talk to them. 
Finally, the time came and you could go home! Hallejuiah! You were going to have the best time having the next two days off, doing nothing, sleeping in, cleaning, eating, shopping, and- 
“Hey!” Liv said, interrupting your thoughts. 
“Oh, hey, what’s up?” you said a bit tiredly. 
Liv looked around and lowered her voice, “You know my boyfriend, right?” 
Ah, yes. Liv’s boyfriend. Max. Ew. You told her so many times to stay away from him. 
“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “What’d he do now?” 
“Actually, nothing…” she said awkwardly.
“Oh? Well, what happened?” you asked, shocked. Usually when your guys’ conversations started like this, Max was usually being a dick to her or doing something stupid, god, he’s so stuck up. 
“Nothing! I was just wondering if you’d go with me to his work tonight? I wanna go watch him, but I’m too scared to go alone..” Liv said. 
“Oh, his job? Like, the fighting thing?” you asked. 
“SHH! Not so loud! Yes, the uh- fighting thing,” she said. 
Liv told you a few months ago about her boyfriends “job.” It wasn’t really a job. It was some underground WWE thing, except highly illegal. Real punching, real tables, real blood. The people who went would bet on the winner, like it was horse racing. From what you could assume, the winner of each match got to keep all the money. Liv was telling you how her boyfriend came home with glass in his back the other week. No wonder why he’s such a jerk.  
“Well, uh- Liv, I don’t really know I-” you stammered, you didn’t want to tell her no, but you just wanted to go to bed. You ended up saying yes. She said she’d pick you up at eight. 
Only three hours by yourself, what a shame. Not even enough time to take a decent nap! 
Eventually, you got home and the clock read 7:00pm all too quickly. You decided you would get ready, begrudgingly. Before walking out the door, you took one last look at your bed, debating whether or not to cancel, and walked out. 
When you got the “venue,” Liv lead the way, while you were too busy trying to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t very clean, the walls which were once white had a yellow-brown tint to them. There were some stains on them, too. But their origins, whether from food or the human body, was uncertain. The floors were a bit sticky, and the room smelt like cigarette smoke and alcohol. You sat next to Liv, in some of the last front-row seats available. The seat felt gross. You could see the letters A-E-W spray painted on the floor.
“So, how do you like it?” Liv asked smiley, with a hint of sarcasm in her words. 
You laughed, “Well, it’s uh- it’s definitely…underground.” 
You both laughed. 
Most of the night went by somewhat quickly, and you found yourself interested at times although, it wasn’t because of the action. Some of the boys here were actually kinda… good looking. An older guy by the name of Christain caught your eye, but he probably had a wife, or something. Another guy, with half of his face painted got you extremely interested, but he was too good looking to not be in a relationship. He was the highlight of the night until someone else came out. The other guy in question was introduced as “HOOK.” Huh, weird name. Hook was really cute, and well-built. Fluffy brown hair that looked blonde when the light hit it. 
(a/n: there team blonde, are you happy?) 
He was probably about your age, maybe early 20s. He looked at you a couple of times, but you quickly looked away each time, trying to hide the blush that crept onto your face. His match went by fast, and he won, but not before getting socked by the other guy. The last time he looked at you he had a big purple bruise around his eye. You waited until he was all the way gone before making a comment to Liv. 
“Hey, he was kinda cute,” you said quietly. 
“What? Hook?” she asked. 
“Yeah, or whatever his name is,” you said. 
She looked in your eyes, and slowly, the biggest, most mischievous, shit-eating grin covered her face. You knew that face all too well. 
“Liv,” you said sternly. 
“What?” 
“Absolutely not.” 
“Why not?” she teased. 
“Because!” 
“I can get his number for you,” she said with a smile. 
“Liv, I just said he was cute,” you said. 
“Yeah, and I have connections!”  she pleaded. 
“No,” you said. 
“Fine. You’re no fun.” 
You guys had to wait until Max’s match was over and he was cleaned up before you could leave. You sat in the back while Liv and Max took you home. Liv waited until you were inside to drive off and tell Max about his cute “coworker.” Max found it a bit amusing, so he sent her his number. 
Liv worked her magic that night, with Max peeking over every once in awhile. Because for some reason, this Hook guy was still awake at three in the morning. Hook said he would try to stop by on Monday, when you came back from your two days off. And Liv didn’t tell you jack shit about her plan. 
When you came back to work, it was just you and Alexa until 11, when Liv and Iyo came in. It was all going well, you two being successful in getting through the morning rush. Lunch rush was a bit busy, but not as bad as Friday. Liv was tapping a pen on the counter impatiently, probably waiting for Max to bring her some food, or something. You and Iyo were tackling some spilt milk, until the bell rang and Liv tapped your shoulder.
“Can you take this order? I need to use the bathroom,” she said. 
“Sure,” you said, and went to the register to help a guy with a hood on get his order taken.
It wasn’t until you asked for his name you got a good look at his face. Brown eyes and broad shoulders. You could see some tufts of brown hair, too. But the thing that made him stand out was the big, purple bruise around his eye and- OH NO! 
“You should’ve known. Maybe this was all a coincidence? Hopefully he doesn’t remember you. Maybe if you are nice enough he’ll become a regular. I wonder if he’s single…” your mind raced with thoughts as you made his coffee. It was similar to your own order, just a bit stronger. 
You looked over to Liv. 
She smiled at you. 
You shook your head. 
Secretly, you were thankful for it. And for Liv, she was thankful he even showed up at all. 
He was the only person there, so you didn’t bother calling out his name. But hopefully you spelt it right. 
“Enjoy,” was all you said before you tried to turn away.
“Thanks,” he said. 
“But hey- uh,” he started. You turned your attention back to him. 
“Can I get a straw?” 
“Sure,” you said, and reached down to grab one. You handed one to him. 
“Thanks, and hey- you’re Max’s friend, right?” he asked. 
“Oh, um, not really. I’m just friends with his girlfriend.. so..” you trailed off. 
“Good, he's a dick.” 
“Yeah.” 
There was a moment of awkwardness before he spoke again, with a bit of nonverbal help from Liv who was listening in intently. Liv's ability to become friends with seemingly everybody was beyond you. 
“I think you’re cute too,” he said bluntly, but you could tell he really did mean it.
“Oh! Um, thanks! I mean- uh, sorry I didn’t mean too, uh,” you stammered before coming to your senses. 
“I’m sorry Liv tried to drag you into this,” you finally said. 
He chuckled and asked for your number. You gave it to him. 
The subsequent date was nice. You both shared a lot of laughs, and you learned he had a thing for photography. He even paid for the meal, despite your efforts. You went to a few more “shows'' with Liv, and he came home with you sometimes. But usually, you were both too tired to do anything. Sometimes you did, though. Hook was really good at making you feel good. 
After tiptoeing around each other for a while you guys decided to make it official. Liv was ecstatic when you told her the news. It’s kind of ironic, because then you became the one plucking glass out of your boyfriends back at 3am. 
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alexmeeksmartin · 10 months
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chosen family - pt i
pairing(s): wes hicks x male reader, slight chad meeks-martin x male reader
synopsis: the one where y/n roberts, survivor of the 2011 woodsboro massacre and brother of ghostface killer, jill roberts, is roped into another string of murders when his friend, tara carpenter, is attacked by someone taking on the moniker
a/n: new series! not sure if i’ll end up finishing this, but i would like to at least do a couple parts! hope u enjoy <3
wc: 1.9k
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it was more than enough to struggle with the fact that your sister, jill roberts, had decided to stab you alongside your mother when you were only eight years old. ironically enough, your fame-hungry sister’s sickening plot to become a sole survivor is what thrust you into the limelight. for years, the media hounded you about the ghostface killings of 2011. it took you forever to get a group of friends who wouldn’t try abuse your connections. you were finally in a stable position…
…but now some fucker had decided to put on that damned mask and go stabbing again.
“that was sam.” your boyfriend, wes, let everyone know. you were all together, minus tara, obviously. you, wes, chad, mindy, amber, and liv. and nobody was taking this seriously, not even you at this stage. none of you had really processed it all properly yet.
you watched as amber’s interest was immediately piqued. “she’s coming?”
“yeah.”
“watch everything get worse.” amber says with a sigh, clearly unhappy about sam’s upcoming return to woodsboro.
“listen, all i’m saying is, with everything going on right now, i think it’s time we take our relationship to the next, most intimate level!” chad pleads with liv, doing his best to convince her.
“yuck.” you add across from the happy couple.
“it’s fine, y/n. he only wants me to accept his ‘find my fam’ request.” liv explains to you, removing the expression of disgust from of your face.
“it’s the smartest option with a would-be killer on the loose. you know exactly where i am and i know exactly where you are.” chad continues, building up his case.
“aw, you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend.” liv giggles.
“and you can stalk me like a jealous boyfriend.” chad jokes as you and mindy make eye contact, signalling to each other your repulsion towards chad and liv at that moment in time with just one look of your eyes. it’s funny how much two best friends can say in just a glance.
“is this because you two aren’t having sex yet?” amber bluntly asks, looking between the two of them.
“you actually bring up a very good point! not that i want to sound like a stereotypical jock, trying to get into his girlfriend’s pants-“
“great!” liv says, stopping chad.
“come on, wes, you get what i mean?” chad asks, trying unsuccessfully to get some back up, but you shoot wes a death stare, making him think carefully about his next words.
“absolutely not. i wouldn’t dare.” wes begins, clarifying that he doesn’t agree with chad to you before moving onto liv, “don’t do it, liv, there’s some pyscho out there. you make yourself harder to find. delete social media, tape over your phone camera, disable gps-“
“yes, thank you very much, edward snowden.” chad says, cutting wes off. “actually, your mother just interrogated me about tara’s attempted murder.”
“i’m sure she’s asking everybody, i mean, ghostface is back.” wes responds. a chill goes down your spine at the very mention of the masked murderer.
“she hasn’t asked me.” you chuck into conversation, noticing how the sheriff hadn’t even seemed to have looked your way yet.
“yeah, because you’re like sheriff riley’s adoptive son. plus, you and her went through the same thing.” liv says.
“ex sheriff riley.” mindy adds, “also, the press still isn’t saying ghostface.” and another chill.
“my mom doesn’t want to cause a panic.” wes explains.
“it’ll get out by the second or third killing.” mindy says, nonchalantly.
“mindy, come on.” you say. you loved her, but her insensitivity could be an issue on occasion.
“jesus, mindy, there wasn’t a first killing. tara’s still alive.” amber says, slightly angry.
“that means she could still die.”
“what the fuck?” amber is progressively getting more and more agitated at this conversation, you note.
“or the killer could come back for her.”
“fuck, mindy!” chad says as you screw your face up, “come on.”
“i’m just telling you, arm up, okay? pepper spray, check, taser, check-“ wes lists off his weapons.
“y/n in the bedroom repellent, check.” amber cuts in, laughing at him.
“again, ew.” you say, turning away from amber to wes, “i’m glad you’re keeping yourself safe.” you smile at your boyfriend.
“keeping us safe.” he says, pulling you into his arms.
“oh, shit, is that… vince?” liv asks.
“wait. that creep you hooked up with last summer?” chad asks liv, concern immediately showing on his face.
“yeah, he worked with me and tara.”
“he worked with tara?” amber asks inquisitively.
“he’s been stalking my instagram the last couple weeks, posting the creepiest shit.” liv adds.
“probably time to introduce him to hobbs and shaw.” chad says, flexing his biceps.
liv puts his arm down to his side. “maybe not the best idea to incite violence right in front of the sheriff. looks like he’s leaving.”
“plus, i don’t think ‘hobbs and shaw’ are scaring anyone with names like that.” you say, laughing at chad.
“oh, please. you’d love to take hobbs and shaw for a spin.” chad retorts, smiling back at you.
“tara says she fought back hard. you’ve got bruises.” amber states, observing chad’s somewhat battered and blue arms.
“from football practice.” he says, defending himself.
“oh, sure-“
“tara’s awake! she just texted.” wes says, his face lighting up. “i’m going to the hospital, you guys coming?”
mutters of ‘yes’ and ‘sure’ are said by your friends, but what stands out is liv saying: “i can’t, but i’ll meet you guys later.” another thing to take mental note of.
“alright, i’ll see you later.” chad says, kissing liv on the cheek goodbye. you wait up for chad as wes, mindy, and amber walk on ahead and descend into playful conversation him.
you were all gathered in tara’s room at the hospital, with wes’ arm draped around your neck as you sit on the chair right beside tara’s bed. amber stands over you with a very concerned look on her face as the twins make small talk on the other side of the room.
the door opens, and everyone looks to it. sam. sam and- who?
“you came.” tara says with a small smile.
“of course i came.” sam says, giving her sister a very gentle and light hug. “this is my boyfriend, richie.”
that explains who the random guy is.
“it’s so nice to meet you, i’m so sorry if i’m intruding.” richie says to tara.
“nice to meet you too.”
“hi. thank you for calling.” sam says, giving wes a hug.
“of course.”
“look at your hair! i like it.” sam compliments, ruffling your boyfriend’s hair like she’s his mother.
you get up and embrace sam. god, you’d missed her. even though she had her own shit going on, she never failed to be the big sister you wish you had - a loving, protective figure. not jill.
“these are chad and mindy, the twins, wes, and y/n. i used to babysit them all.”
“which is always how i like to be introduced.” wes says, to which you let out a slight laugh.
“and amber.” sam finishes her introductions, locking eyes with the dark haired girl. “hey.”
“hi.” you can feel the tension radiating between them. they do not like each other at all. “nice to see you.”
“hi, um, i’m richie.” richie says, amber looking him up and down. you weren’t too sure if you liked the guy either, seemed a bit fidgety. maybe just nerves, with ghostface going around and all.
“hi.” amber says.
“where’s mom?” sam asks tara, a worried expression crossing her face.
“she’s stuck in a conference in london. she called me earlier.”
“yeah, for all of ten minutes.” amber adds with a judgemental tone to her words.
you look over at tara, who looks tired out of her mind, probably from the painkillers. as someone who had been in a similar position, you knew that it’d be best to make an exit right about now. not only that, the reality of the situation was starting to kick in now. how were you all going to navigate this and stay safe?
“guys, maybe we should give tara a little space. getting a bit crowded in here.” you say, concerned for tara.
your friends respond with a chorus of ‘yeah’s, and you all begin to head for the door.
“not you, sam. i want you to stay.”
“okay.” sam says, sweetly smiling at her sister before sitting herself back down.
“but the rest-“ chad says, looking back to you, mindy, and wes affirming that you guys should go.
you all walk outside of the hospital, and it’s really starting to hit you now. this couldn’t be happening again. you couldn’t lose anyone else to some stupid fucking legacy. to ghostface. you lost your mother, your aunt, and even your sister - all because a pair of stupid, deranged, psychopathic men picked up some halloween mask in 1996. it wasn’t fair.
you start to walk slightly ahead of the group, with none of their conversation registering in your mind. tears start to form in your eyes as you hear them calling out your name. this isn’t fair. you don’t deserve this. tara doesn’t deserve this. nobody deserves this.
you’re brought out of your trance when you feel mindy’s hand touch your shoulder as she walks in front of you.
“hey, you good?” she asks, but sees the tears in your eyes. you shake your head, and she turns to the boys and amber. “we’ll just see you guys at the bar later, okay?”
“you sure? i can stay.” wes says, but you turn around to speak to them.
“no, it’s fine. i’m fine. i’ll see you guys later.” you say, putting on your bravest face and best smile for them. you can tell they’re not quite buying it, but they know mindy’s got you so they keep walking. you see chad turn back multiple times to check on you again, and can tell amber and wes are already bickering again by the time they get in the car.
when they’re gone, it’s just you and mindy sitting against a tree.
“mindy, i don’t think i can do this again.” you say, sighing.
“it’s fine. we’ve got you. me, wes, chad, amber, and i guess liv have got your’s and tara’s backs. we’re here for whatever you need. especially me. you’re my best friend, y/n. nothing is more important to me than your well-being. got it?”
“i love you, minds. you’re the best.”
“i love you too, y/n. and remember, we understand if you need space, support, anything right now. sam’s got tara, and we’ve got you. okay?”
“thanks.” you say, a real smile making its way onto your face.
“anyways, i need to go show chad that i still am the king of eight ball. you coming?” mindy says, getting up and sticking her hand out to you.
“i wouldn’t dare to miss chad getting his ass handed to him.” you laugh, letting mindy pull you up as you head to the car.
maybe it wasn’t so bad. it was cheesy, but maybe with your friends by your side you’d get through this again. maybe.
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a/n: hope you all enjoyed! have a couple parts already in the drafts for this so shouldn’t be too long till the next is posted !! thanks for reading 🫶
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captainsophiestark · 1 year
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Enzo St. John x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2022!
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Prompt: “I never said that!”
Summary: Y/N and Liv Parker have ended up with an absolutely terrible group project partner for one of their Whitmore classes. When Y/N texts her boyfriend to complain about it, however, he may or may not have a good solution to the problem.
Word Count: 1,810
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
"Alright, so I was thinking we could-"
"Oh shit, wait, I just had a great idea!"
I clenched my teeth and fought the urge to strangle Brendon, the only male and non-supernatural-adjacent member of my group project. Across the table I could see Liv Parker, my other group member, fighting to resist the same.
We'd been put in a group project together for one of our Whitmore classes, and although Liv and I had occasionally been on opposite sides of the supernatural drama, we'd quickly formed an alliance to deal with Brendon. He'd established himself as a total asshole who talked over both of us, restated our ideas pretending they were some new thing he'd come up with, and blatantly ignored everything else we said. He was the enemy, and as soon as this group project was over, I was never going to speak to him again.
I pulled out my phone under the table while Brendon droned on, laying out something stupidly simple like Liv and I needed careful explanations of every step. I glanced between her and my phone, and I could see in her eyes that she was daydreaming about using a little magic to get some slow, painful revenge.
I pulled up the text thread between me and my boyfriend, Enzo, and quickly typed out a message:
Me: Brendon is back on his bullshit again
I'd been complaining about Brendon to Enzo pretty much since the first day of the group project. I looked up to check back in with him and Liv, but he was in the middle of trying to diagram out one of the simplest possible concepts from class on a paper. My phone buzzed with an incoming text, and I happily went back to ignoring him.
Enzo: Do you want me to kill him for you?
I snorted, then quickly brought a hand to my face to try and hide the laugh. I looked up to find Brendon shooting me a dirty look.
"Y/N, you have to pay attention."
"Believe it or not, Brendon, I already know how to do the shit we went over ten times in class."
He scoffed, then segued back into his explanation. I looked at Liv in disbelief, and she gave me an over dramatic eye roll.
Ignoring Brendon, I looked back at my phone to respond to Enzo. If I didn't respond in the next few minutes, Enzo might mistake my silence as an affirmative answer to his question.
Me: NO. I've literally never answered yes to that question
Enzo: I keep waiting for the day
I rolled my eyes, then sent him the eye roll emoji. I had no doubt Enzo really would take somebody out for me if I asked him to, and to be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel about that.
Enzo: So you don't want me to do anything?
Me: I want you to let me whine about him
The typing bubble appeared and disappeared a few times, then finally another message came through.
Enzo: And there's not ANYTHING else
Me: Enz, we've been dating long enough that I feel like you know I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'
Me: Like... you know that's not going to happen
I waited a few minutes for Enzo's reply, but the response bubbles never popped up again. He'd either gotten distracted, or was just disappointed that I wasn't going to turn him loose on my classmate. Oh well. He'd be fine.
I looked back up, deciding it was finally time for me to tune back into this meeting so we could hopefully actually get something done. Liv looked on the verge of finally snapping and murdering Brendon, so I jumped in to cut off his current lecture.
"Alright, Brendon, this is great, but I think we need to focus on actually making progress with our project-"
Before I could continue (or, more likely, before Brendon could interrupt me), a blur shot into the room and ripped Brendon out of his chair. I whirled around once I realized what had happened to find Enzo suddenly in the room, holding Brendon against the wall by his throat with his fangs bared.
"Hello, Brendon," he said, every syllable dripping with venom. "I heard you've been a bit of a dick to my girlfriend in the course of this project."
I glanced at Liv, who had the biggest possible grin on her face as she watched everything unfold. I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose, then pushed back out of my chair and moved towards my boyfriend.
"Enzo!" I shouted. He turned to me, eyebrows raised, and Brendon looked between the two of us in terror. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"You said you wanted me to take care of this idiot for you," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So that's what I'm doing."
"Why didn't you call him sooner?" called Liv from across the room. She'd kicked her feet up on the desk to watch events unfold like she was in a movie theater.
"I never said that!" I cried, ignoring Liv. Enzo raised an eyebrow, then continued to hold Brandon against the wall with one hand as he reached into his pocket for his cellphone with the other.
"You said, and I quote..." He cleared his throat, then read from his phone. "I'm not going to say 'come here and terrify the shit out of him with your vampire face'."
He looked back up at me like that was the ultimate checkmate, but I just threw my hands up to emphasize that he'd just made my point, not his own.
"Love, you were saying loud and clear with your subtext that you were never going to say it outright, but that that's exactly what you wanted me to do!"
"I- oh my God." I slapped a hand to my forehead, trying to comprehend the situation we'd just ended up in. I shook my head as my hand fell back to my side and looked at Enzo in disbelief. He still clearly couldn't believe I wasn't supporting his reading of my text. "Babe, you can't just go around doing this to people. My text was supposed to remind you of that. Like, I'm never going to say it because you can't just do that to people you don't like. Not that I'm never going to say it as in I secretly want you to do it without me outright admitting it!"
"Well that's boring," said Enzo with an eyeroll. Brendon whimpered as my boyfriend's disapproving gaze fell back on him. Enzo held his stare for a few beats, and just when I thought Brendon might have a heart attack, Enzo looked back at me. "So you really want me to just wipe his memory and let him go back to being an asshole?"
I paused, staring at Enzo as I turned the options over in my mind. Morally, that would probably be the right thing to do. But the thought of sitting through the rest of this two hour meeting with Brendon being a dick for the entirety of it, not to mention the rest of our month-long project? I couldn't quite take it.
I took a deep breath and gave Enzo a meaningful look.
"Yes... I want you to wipe his memory."
Enzo stared at me for a few beats, and as my words sunk in and I held his stare, a shit-eating grin slowly rose on his face as he realized what I was trying to communicate.
"You know love, moments like this are why I read so much into your texts."
I shrugged. "That's fair."
With that, Enzo turned back to Brendon and looked him dead in the eyes. I noticed Liv shifting forward in her seat out of the corner of my eye, now that things had gotten slightly more interesting, but I didn't take my eyes off my boyfriend as he began his compulsion.
"You are going to completely forget everything that's happened over the past ten minutes, especially me," he said, his tone firm. "And you are also going to stop interrupting people during project meetings. You will listen closely to Y/N and Liv, and if they have a good idea, you will recognize it. And you will not waste anyone else's time by explaining concepts, facts, and knowledge that they already understand. If they don't ask you to explain it, don't explain it."
With that, he quickly broke eye contact with Brandon and turned back to me.
"Anything else?"
"I mean, it'd be kind of nice if he were on time more often."
Enzo grinned, then turned back to Brendon. "And make sure you're on time for group project meetings."
He held Brendon's stare for another beat, letting the menacing vampire powers really take full effect, then he dropped Brendon and took a few steps back. He, Liv, and I all had ridiculous grins on our faces, and despite the moral gray area, I couldn't help being happy with what we'd done.
"Alright love, I'm out of here," said Enzo, coming to give me a quick kiss before heading for the door. "I'll pick you up after study group with coffee!"
"I love you!"
He grinned and waved over his shoulder as he headed out the door, and I found a smile on my own face as I rejoined Liv at the table. She raised an eyebrow at me, giving me a look that clearly said Really? I just shrugged.
After another few moments, Brendon finally snapped out of his stupor. He seemed confused to find himself standing in the corner of the room, but shook it off and rejoined Liv and I at the table. He cleared his throat and quickly retook his seat, looking from me to Liv to our project and back again.
"Alright, uh, so... where were we?"
"I was just about to share an idea I had about what we could do for the first part of our project," I said.
Brendon nodded. "Great, let's hear it."
I smirked and glanced across the table at Liv. She gave me a little nod of recognition and appreciation, and with that, I started laying out my idea. Brendon didn't interrupt me once, and he proved to be a much better, more manageable group member for the rest of the session.
When Enzo picked me up after we'd finished working for the day, we shared a knowing smile as Liv and Brendon headed in their own, separate directions. Sure, sometimes Enzo and I weren't perfectly on the same page, and it led to some complicated misunderstandings. But the majority of the time, we were perfectly in sync. And the two of us working in perfect harmony made a wonderfully terrifying pair.
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mediocreanomaly · 8 months
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Listen in your soulmate au we forgot about no less important men
Livio and Razlo! May we have something with them both with the same reader?
Authors Note: I should seriously kiss you on the mouth for this. Yes yes yes 1000x yes of course I'll write Livio and Razlo. They are my boys, I adore them. mwah (that's me giving you a small kiss on the head and cutting the crust of your sandwiches)
*I'm referencing a small amount of my Vashwood parts in here but you don't have to read it to understand this it can be read as a separate thing*
Read the Rest of the Soulmate AU Here!:
Vashwood: Part 1 | Part 2 Knives: Part 1
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Livio & Razlo Soulmate AU
• Livio finds out about soulmates from Wolfwood actually, and it scares the living day light out of him.
•Little Livio is trailing behind big brother Nick when Nick suddenly double over, grunting and clutching at his side.
•Liv goes wide eyed grabbing him asking what's wrong
"S'nothin Liv, my soulmate just get's hurt a lot is all" "Soulmate?" "mhmm, you know. It's like- ugh, like you're tethered to another person and they can feel your pain? here let me just show you-" Nick pinches Livio and Livio rubs the spot "hey!" he whines before he suddenly, he feels a return pinch in the same spot
•After that Livio is both fascinated and scared. He's very excited to know there's someone out there meant to care for him but the fact he could potently hurt them...it makes him feel a bit sick
•He does his best to try and not get hurt, the first time he gets a paper cut after learning about soulmates he cries for half an hour while Wolfwood has to try and reassure him that his soulmate will forgive him
•He really does do everything he can to keep his soulmate happy but...then he learns about Razlo and they run away from the orphanage
•Now when Livio realizes that Razlo is there they both have conflicting feelings about...well everything. It's just that their soulmate is part of that very long list of things they need to work out when Livio finds out about Razlos existence
•Starting with Livio, he feels pretty awful that they've been potentially putting their soulmate through pain and he wasn't even aware of it. He doesn't have the memories that Razlos has of their childhood but...he gathers it wasn't great. Meaning they've hypothetically been hurting their soulmate before they even had the chance to prevent it. Along with the fact their joining the Gun-Ho-Gun's...
•Well Livio is distraught about that too but he doesn't really see another option. He's not really a praying man but rest assured he'll beg god that his soulmate understands if they ever meet considering all the things The Eye of Michael did to him
•As for Razlo...he's got complicated feelings about the whole thing. First off...he's jealous. Not that'd he'd ever take it out on Livio but when he began fronting and one day he felt their soulmate stub their toe, he got a bit in his head because...was this person really even his soulmate?
•Sure it was Livios soulmate but did the universe happen to factor him in? Would they be disappointed that they got stuck with him too? Would they even like him? What happened if Livio lost his soulmate just because he was there?
•In all it's a bit of a touchy subject for him. That along with the fact he holds most the memories of the body getting hurt so in a way he almost feels like it's his fault if their soulmate gets hurt. (even though it's 100% not)
•When they leave the leave the Gun-Ho-Guns to travel with Vash they eventually have to have a talk with each other about it. While working for Knives they honestly didn't even expect to meet their soulmate but now that their moving town to town with Vash (and his spitfire soulmate that he managed to find) it doesn't seem that implausible
•Livio wants their soulmate. He's tired of fighting and maybe it's the childish dreamer in him coming back but...he wants nothing more than his universally perfect other half. He often finds himself day dreaming about what they'll be like. Male? Female? Neither? Short? Tall? Loud? Quiet? honestly it changes in his head every time and no matter what he's sure he'll love them
•Razlo is slowly coming to terms with the whole thing although he's going to be a bit guarded until he meets them. Really he just wants to see how their soulmate will react to him before he gets his hope up. Still, considering how gung ho (get it?) Livio is about meeting their soulmate...he can't help but wonder too
•The only other thing they are both nervous about is...they've taken their fair share of punches. From the their childhood, to The Eye of Michael, to their travels with Vash, they've most certainly fucked over their soulmate a bit which causes some guilt to bloom
•They're both already trying to come up with how to apologize for the pain they inflicted on their soulmate (Livio's speech is a little more heartfelt, Razlo suggested they added the line "but you did break your arm when we were 15 which made it hard to hold all our guns" which was instantly shot down by Livio)
•I think it'd be awhile before they found their soulmate though. Not through lack of trying. They're both pretty protective, I'll be it in different ways, but it's hard to track through small pinches and aching backs
•In fact...it's completely by accident when they happen to stumble across you
Livio sighs as he steps into the small bakery, eager to get out of the sweltering heat of Gunsmoke. Although his large form hardly fits through the door he is confident in his decision for a snack the second the sweet smell of icing and vanilla fill his nose.
"Welcome in! I'll be with you in just one second!" Whom he presumes is the baker calls. He watches as they move behind the counter fussing over rolling out dough and topping cupcakes with sprinkles. He notices the way a few strands of their hair fall loosely in front of their face, their cute apron messy with flour and, as if they were in a movie, a perfect smear of icing on their cheek. Livio blushes slightly when he realizes he's staring counting his lucky stars they seem busy with the treats.
"oh uh right, take your time" He says and tries to look busy examining the sweets in the display case. As Lizio looks over the various cupcakes and cookies laid out he can feel Razlo pushing forward slightly, not trying to front but somethings got his attention. Livio largely ignores him too focused on which dessert he wants to try, when he feels a burn against his thumb. At the same time...he hears the baker in front of him hiss.
"shit still hot" they huff under their breath as they pull their thumb back from the hot tray they apparently tried to grab. They sigh and wipe their hands off and glance up at him with a smile.
"Sorry about that! What can I get for you?" They hum. He blinks, forgetting about why he came in here entirely.
"Looks like we're staying in town for awhile" Razlo muses, although Livio isn't entirely sure if it was meant towards him or himself. Either way...Livio instantly agrees.
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I am definitely is his Mini Me at times👇 @ask-starrk
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—Stark Siblings Incorrect Quotes because i can 💅
Featuring The Young Avengers
Rei: Can you please be serious for five minutes?
Liv: My record is four, but I think I can do it.
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Liv: Where are you going?
Rei: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there.
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Rei: If there's going to be a big dramatic scene, wait until I get back.
Liv: Of course. I can't flip this table by myself.
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Liv: I’m your favorite right?
Rei: I won’t confirm or deny that.
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Liv, tending to his wounds: How would you rate your pain?
Rei: Zero stars. Would NOT recommend.
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Rei: I actually have a black belt.
Liv: In what, karate?
Rei: No, from Gucci.
Liv: That I do believe.
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Liv: How do you know if you’re in love?
Rei, eating a bag of chips and salsa with a mouthful: Does it look like I know the question to that?
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Liane: Okay, help me please!
Liv and Rei: Got two words for you.
Liane: I bet they won't be helpful.
Liv and Rei: Your problem.
Liane: Damn it!
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Liv: Are you sure this is the right direction?
Rei: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!
Ava: In that case, we're definitely lost.
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Rick: WHY. why did you give Liv a KNIFE?!
Rei: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.
Rick: Now I feel unsafe!
Rick: I’m sorry.
Rei: ... would you like a knife?
Luna: I’ll love one!
Rick: NO!
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Rick: How's the cutest person here~?
Luna: I don't know, how are they~?
Rick, flustered: I-
Rei, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks!
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Liv: Hey, Rick? Can I get some dating advice?
Rick: Just because I’m with Luna doesn’t mean I know how I did it.
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Liane: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.
Liv: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?
Liane: Yes!
Rei: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.
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Keep the chain going/Tag time: @gcthvile @purpleprincessonfyre @missstrawbs2001 @mallowbee4 @rooster-84 @gaminggirlsstuff @rickb-chaos @sherloquestea @meiramel and etc
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Jordayla Proposal 5x20 - my (early) thoughts
I was not prepared for the proposal to be Jordan and Layla’s! That wasn’t what I had wanted for them. Jordan had a very long teen marriage plot, in which the show made it clear the whole time that it was a bad idea, even when Jordan was up for it. Getting married at 17: bad idea, wrong, shouldn’t happen; Getting married at 19: good idea (???) What, from the characters’ perspective, not ours, is different? I’ve been thinking about this all week lol, and I’m almost there, but I actually wish the show would explicitly tell me.
Obviously what moved me was Layla’s joy! I can’t get over it. She has opened herself to Jordan completely. There is no fear, she loves and trusts him enough to do something crazy with him. Layla wants someone to stay, and this is the biggest commitment ever, he will stay quite literally until death does them apart. She was missing a family for so long, and now she has one of her own. Not only does Layla feel that it’s a good idea, she believes it! In s3, she couldn’t bear to see Jordan go along with his plans with Simone because it wasn’t his path, and she speaks up, even when she had no stakes. If she thought they couldn’t or shouldn't get married, she would’ve said no. Saying yes is just so fresh for Layla’s character and exactly what I dreamed to see. 
Jordan saying “When I'm with you, I feel like I'm home.” is everything, given his entire life was uprooted recently. He chased an identity in his father, he was always uncertain and insecure, but now he feels at home. “You know who else makes a great pair? Jordan and Layla (…) Hashtag couple goals” - Cute moment but these are real reflections! He thinks they’re compatible, they were able to help their friends. He thinks of Layla as family already, she’s Liv’s sister and Laura’s bonus baby. 
Liv described Jordan: “He’s impulsive, he does things without thinking.” Yes, he is impulsive and he has still matured greatly. I have loved Jordan’s personal arc, and I don’t think he has to lose his character traits to be ‘complete’, nor do I think he needs to be ‘complete’ to get married. I see a lot of Joey/Pacey in Jordan/Layla and there’s a quote from them that goes: “Part of his recklessness is that he’s constantly surprising me and part of his rashness is that he’s intensely passionate.” This quote has never left me and I think it suits Jordayla well. These things about them can be true and make their love great. In a way, I think his decision is commemorative of his dad, but not because it's some product of his trauma. After a tortuous, life-long journey, Jordan and Billy ended in a good place, and football wasn’t their sticking point. They bonded over Jordan’s love and happiness with Layla. Jordan was robbed of more of those conversations but he knew Billy would’ve encouraged him. “Tell Layla she has my approval”, that’s what he’s doing. Maybe his father son prophecy isn’t to be a NFL QB, maybe it’s to embrace the love of his life. 
Jordan and Layla honestly do give me the vibes of a couple that would get married young. I have nothing against young marriage. I love young love in all its sweet, endearing, naive, full force, unprecedented glory. I just can’t stand when its young people trying to be grown ups lol. But in the proposal, Jordan and Layla seem so young and I LOVE it. From Layla's pigtails to the way they’re not super dressed up. They’re not at a bar or a record label event. How giddy they both are, Layla is giggling and gasping the entire time, and Jordan is just bustling around nervously. She lights up at the pretty ring and is excited to put it on, and they can’t get their hands off each other. Beyond obsessed at how he hugs her first, again so sweet and youthful, and a reminder that they are best friends! It’s like he wanted to share his joy with his best friend before he wanted to kiss his fiance, you know?! In general, they are very much a young couple in the way they flirt, get each other flustered, gossip, fight and make up, talk about each other to their friends, giggle and say hi. It's adorable and refreshing to the show, and the scene captured it well. I find the unbridled youngness of their love SO romantic and I like that the writers embraced it. I like that Jordan isn't pretending to be sensible, and I find it hilarious that he splurged on a ring and wanted to assure her before she answered that she deserved a fancy proposal with fireworks. Come on she’s a Material Gworl - they both are. And adorably well-suited, given that Layla is also a Wedding Girl! She knew what wedding dress she wanted like 10 years ago, and Jordan is absolutely a Groomzilla. Good for them, they enjoy weddings and they can have a great one together. It’s not something dutiful, it's not something otherly, it's something great and all theirs!
In developing their relationship, they’ve barrelled through it all. They could not love each other or want to be together, more. People say they haven’t been tested – just because you pass a test it doesn't mean you weren’t tested. Jordayla’s challenges have not been typical either, no break ups or other love interests etc, so it's cool that the next step for them is them figuring out marriage. It's not that they're going to just get whisked away this second and pop out babies. 
They have so much love to share. I love that throughout the hardship of Billy’s death, their love brought some love and light to their friends and family. Their relationship was the only thing that made Olivia smile, their coming out dinner allowed everyone to joke around and be happy for them. They were the light in those dark times. They have so much more love to give each other and everyone else! Asher said at his first wedding (lol) that Jordan was the glue for their friendship, I still believe this and putting this wedding at the centre of their vortex is good for everyone I think.
I enjoyed how it played out on-screen, your suspicions grew throughout the episode and yet none of us actually knew it was Jordan. So fun! I love how the scene cuts from Jaymee saying “...then who was the ring for?” to Jordan proposing. The immediate buzz from seeing them, and such an intimate moment, it was just gorg. It reminded me of 5x04 when their “I’m glad we slowed things down” scene cuts to them in bed. I know some people would’ve liked to see these events unfold but to me the gag of it all is just too good. The first watch experience is too perfect. They have other great slow rewatchable scenes like 5x03, 5x14 etc so there’s a great balance and I wouldn’t trade any of them. 
From a story perspective, I am excited about the potential of this. I think it will speed up our timeline. If we’re fazing out the adult stories now, I’d much rather see this! Definitely want to see all the character-focused stories, their bachelor(ette) parties, in-law scenes, all sorts of things. I’m excited to hear Layla’s voice re: their relationship. We did once in the Homecoming scene telling Simone that Jordan stayed, I want more!
The whole engagement is so unexpected and exciting that it gives me butterflies. I have no choice but to get on board because how is it that this same ship still gives me butterflies?! I felt this way in their “What are we?” era at the end of last season and yet again now in their engaged era. I don’t know how this will play out, but if it was up to me, they wouldn’t get married until late in the season, especially given that there’s likely more seasons to come. I want seeing them up there, having made it from the proposal to the altar, to feel suuuper earned. I hope they stay this fresh and exciting. I do get bored when ships get too far into being the “parent couple” so I hope I don’t live to see that day with my beloved Jordayla. I know the proposal is for a reason, the writers have a vision. By showing them at better and worse (5x11 onwards), in sickness and health (5x18), the build up was stunning and this couple has never failed me before.
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4,252 Days Chapter 2: Day 1, Pt 2
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Fic Summary: FTWD re-written to include an OC named Gemma who has a platonic relationship/friends with benefits situation with Nick Clark and then goes on to be with Troy Otto. Chapter Summary: Gemma sits with Nick at the hospital before his family arrive Word Count: 2192 Author’s Note: Gif from here.
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It isn’t long before they arrive at the hospital and Nick is unloaded from the ambulance and wheeled down some corridors and into a shared room. That must be a good sign, Gemma thinks, the sickest people always get a room to themselves. Dad got a room to himself. She stands outside the door not sure what to do with herself but thinking it’s best to keep out of the way while they get Nick comfortable, attach him to a drip and ask him questions she can’t quite hear the answer to. 
“Is it okay if I go in and sit with him?” Gemma asks the final person to walk out the room once they’re done with him, a nurse, she assumes.
“Do you know him, miss?”
“I was there when he got hit. I just thought maybe I could keep him company until his friends or family get here. I don’t know. Sounds weird now that I’m saying it, actually. Maybe I should just…” Gemma gestures to the exit.
The nurse smiles politely, a dimple forming on each cheek, and touches Gemma’s arm before saying, “If he’s comfortable with you being here then, yes, you’re very welcome to stay. It could be good for him, keep him calm.”
“Great, thank you.” Gemma smiles.
As she walks in Gemma sees Nick laying in his hospital bed, no longer donning the stretched out, white t-shirt and jeans. Now he’s in a white patterned hospital gown, staring at the patient in the bed on the right side of the room, an old man with thinning grey hair being tended to by another nurse. As Gemma gets closer to him, Nick turns his attention to her. 
“You’re still here,” he says. His voice is slightly monotone. He should probably be resting. “Don’t you have places to be?”
“Sorry, I- '' she feels awkward, “Yeah, I’m still here. No, I don’t have places to be. I was thinking of staying, just until someone you know shows up.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” Gemma makes her way to the chair at the side of Nick’s bed and takes off her blazer, leaving her in a short-sleeved white blouse, another item borrowed from Liv that morning. She puts the blazer over the back of the chair before sitting down.
Gemma knows she should hold off for a bit, have a normal conversation with him first before asking this, but she can’t, “Look, tell me to shut up if you don’t want to have this conversation but... What were you looking for earlier? You kept looking around, like you were trying to find something. You seemed.. scared?”
“Nice tattoos,” says Nick, trying to sound casual.
“Thanks,” Gemma replies, appreciating the compliment but knowing it’s Nick’s way of avoiding the question. She looks down at her tattooed arms. The biggest is a snake, winding down her left forearm to her wrist. Gemma runs her hand over it. “I saw a snake at the zoo one time when I was about seven and then spent the better part of three years begging my mum for one as a pet. This is the closest I’ve ever got to actually getting one.”
“There’s still time.” Nick says. 
“Yeah, there is.” Gemma nods. “So, how are you feeling? Better now that you’re in a bed and not on the concrete, I assume?”
Nick doesn’t respond to Gemma’s question. Instead his eyes follow the nurse who was tending to the old man as she gives him a small smile, pulls forward the curtain to separate the two of them and then walks out of the room. It’s safe to talk now.
“You’ll think I’m crazy,” Nick says seriously, “I think I’m crazy.”
Gemma leans forward in her chair, intrigued, concerned.
“I saw… something. Someone. I saw someone. When I was hit, I was running from someone and I don’t know if…” He rubs his hands down his face, something he can only just do as each hand is cuffed to the side of the bed, avoiding saying any more.
“You don’t know if it was real.” Gemma finishes the sentence for him. Nick looks at her, fear and worry etched all over his face, and nods.
“I didn’t see you leave there but the way you kept looking back at it- You came from the church, right? Listen, I know that church, I’ve been to that church, I-”
“You’ve been there?” Nick cuts Gemma off. Now he’s the one intrigued.
“It’s not an interesting story, trust me. There was a wagon, I fell off it, not for the first time, and that church is where I ended up for a few days.”
“When? I never saw you there.”
“Maybe we just missed each other.” Gemma shrugs. “Or maybe we were too off our faces to notice one another.”
“If I had to bet on it, I think I’d go with the second option.” Nick responds, smiling slightly. 
“Yeah, I think I would too,” Gemma laughs before trying to steer the conversation back on track. “So, what you saw…”
“Back when I got hit, I was looking around so much because I was so sure about what I’d seen, it felt so real, you know, but now? I’ve been thinking about it so much that I don’t even know. Maybe I just imagined it.” Nick throws his head back onto his pillow, looking up at the ceiling as he talks. “But then what does that mean for me, Gemma? I must be.. insane, actually insane.” He looks at her now. “And what I saw was so bad that maybe that would be better, if it just came from me, because that being real? I don’t even know what that would mean. For me, for you, for everyone.”
Gemma can see the worry in Nick’s eyes, she feels bad for him. “Is there a chance you just hallucinated?” She tries to reassure him. “I mean, maybe it wasn’t real and maybe you’re not insane. Maybe you just got high and hallucinated.” 
“I really want to write it off like that, I do, but that’s never happened to me before.”
“Nick, what is it we’re actually talking about right now?” Gemma asks, almost whispering. “You saw someone? You saw them, what?”
“I saw-”
Just as Nick starts talking, he cuts himself off, looking towards the door where two police officers can be seen, and heard, striding down the corridor towards the room Nick, Gemma and the old man are occupying. 
“Nick Clark?” Asks the first to enter, a short black man. He’s already reaching into his pocket for a small notepad.
“That’s me.” Nick responds, voice calmer and more upbeat than it was five seconds ago.
“I’m Officer Lake and this is my colleague, Officer Martin. We need to talk to you about what happened this morning.” 
“I went for a walk.” Nick responds. Gemma sits quietly in her chair, wondering if now is her cue to leave or not.
“You were running, Nick.”
“I went for a run.” Gemma can see Nick smirking.
“Barefoot, down “Needle Alley”?”
“Man, Kenyans run barefoot.”
“Uh-huh. You said someone got hurt. You remember that? You were raving about “flesh and blood and viscera.”” 
So that was what Nick was saying to the doctors while Gemma was waiting outside. Flesh and blood? Whose flesh and blood? Nick had said he was running from someone so does that mean there’s someone out there right now hurt or hurting people? Gemma tries to remain neutral but knows a look of worry is forming on her face as her mind runs through what this could mean. She can never control the look on her face.
She sees Nick turn to look at her, like he’s realised that piece of information is going to make her start thinking all sorts of things. She stares back at him, trying to figure out what he wants her to do, what she wants to do. Stay or leave? Say something or say nothing?
It only takes her a second to decide. Stay. Say nothing. 
Maybe it was all in his head, she rationalises, and she isn’t going to bring up things he’s said and end up being responsible for him being taken away if it turns out there’s nothing going on and this was just a very bad trip. And even if it is real, whatever this is, they don’t have any proof right now. How likely is it that the police will believe something with no proof and coming from a drug addict? Not very. Best to let it play out for now. She looks at Nick and he knows she’s not going to say anything.
“It’s runner’s high.” Nick says to Officer Lake. “Oh, and I don’t know what viscera is.”
Officer Lake looks at his partner. They’re suspicious. “Okay, tell us where you scored. Lots of kids buying in that hood. We clean it up, you come out a hero.” Nick starts laughing. “Nick, you could have died.”
“Yeah, coulda, woulda, shoulda.”
“Okay, we’ll take it from the top. Nick, why were you running.”
Gemma leans back in her chair, preparing to be sat for a while, since these officers seem determined to get answers that Nick isn’t willing to give, and just as she gets comfy a woman with shoulder length blonde hair comes charging into the room. Nick’s mother. 
“Is my son under arrest?” She demands.
“No, ma’am.”
“Then get out. Thank you. Leave.” 
“We could charge him.” Lake continues, but Nick’s mother clearly isn’t phased.
“Well, charge him when he’s healed. For now, go away.”
Officer Lake turns to the man who followed her in. “Does she do all the talking?” 
“Get the-.” She stops herself. “Get out.” She says firmly. Gemma starts thinking things are about to get interesting but instead Lake holds his hands up and walks out while Officer Martin hands the man who entered with Nick’s mum a card before he trails out behind him. 
“What happened?” Nick’s mum asks him demandingly. “And who’s this?” She questions, looking towards Gemma, giving her a once over. Gemma isn’t sure if the mild annoyance in her tone is a product of Nick’s situation being aimed at the wrong person or if she’s actually annoyed at her but either way this time it definitely feels like her cue.
“I’m no one, sorry.” Gemma starts to stand, grabbing hold of her blazer she put on the back of the chair. “I got to Nick when he was hit and thought I’d stick around until his family got here and, well, now you’re here, so, I should leave.”
“Yeah, you should.” The woman replies curtly.
“Mom!” Nick shouts at her before looking to Gemma. “Sorry, what she actually meant to say was thank you. And me too. Thank you.”
“No worries,” Gemma smiles to Nick, not acknowledging his mother's comment at all.
She wants to bring up what he was saying before but decides it’s better not to. She isn’t sure what Nick wants his family to know. Instead, she steps over to the small nurse’s station at the side of the room, grabs a blue, ballpoint pen and a small slip of paper and writes down her name and phone number. 
“This is embarrassing to do in front of your family but um, when you get out of this place and you’re feeling better, give me a call, if you want to. We can… I don’t know, go on one of those shoeless hikes.” Gemma smiles and hands the paper to him, looking him in the eye as she says the last bit. 
She hopes he can tell what she really means. If he wants to tell her more about what he saw, find out if it was real or just dodgy drugs from a dodgy dealer, then she’ll help him out. He just has to call.
Nick does a small nod. She nods back then starts walking out, past his parents. A girl he assumes is Nick’s sister looks up at her and moves back slightly to let her pass. Gemma is pretty sure that’s the first time she’s taken her eyes off her phone since they walked in. Proof of Nick being here often, she thinks. 
Once Gemma is out of the room she hears Nick start talking and slows down to catch what he’s saying. “What was that, mom?” He asks, annoyance in his voice. “Travis, tell her she was out of order.”
“What was what?” She looks behind her to the man, Travis, and then back to Nick and makes a huffing sound. She’s defensive. “I don’t know who she is. I don’t know who you hang around with these days. Excuse me for being worried.”
“You don’t even know the girl, Maddie, come on.” Travis notes, trying to calm things down.
“She wasn’t dressed like a druggy.” The girl adds nonchalantly.
“Okay, just relax. I told her she should go, I didn’t exactly rip into her.” She justifies herself. Gemma shakes her head and decides to pick up the pace and get out of there. Let Nick’s mother think what she wants.
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tabswrites · 7 months
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Writer Q&A
Picking up an open tag from @clairelsonao3 here!
Gently tagging @writinglittlebeasts @liv-is @elshells
What motivates you to write?
I genuinely love storytelling. It was something I felt out of love with for a while, but in the last year I’ve rediscovered that it really is the best way for me to connect with the world. There are so many ways you can educate or communicate with people through storytelling, and I want to explore that as much as I can.
A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)
Having a lot of trouble with RSD this week so I’ll share a line from @outpost51’s Between a Rock and a Hard Place that I really liked:
“In my desperate bid to avoid becoming the corpse that whetted their appetite, I just managed to trade that burden for a different one, and still acted as their appetizer anyway.”
Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?
Hettie from Tomb of Light. She’s a genuinely kind person who inspires others around her to see the good in themselves. She still has childlike innocence and sees the best in everything and everyone. She has one of my favorite arcs and I greatly enjoy thinking about the person she will become.
What process of writing do you enjoy the most?
Editing. The actual writing part is pretty great but that first edit afterwards is where the magic happens, where it becomes the more polished version.
What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)
I’m not entirely sure but if I had to choose I guess I would say that I enjoy my imagery and dialogue the most.
What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?
The overall positivity and the general assurance that you are not the only one suffering from common issues like burnout, anxiety, etc. It really is a community.
A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)
I’ve brought this up before but I like using Reedsy when I’m starting a new WIP. They have great templates for world-building and character creation.
A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)
I am excited about the magic system in ToL. There’s a lot to explore and Book One is only going to scrape the surface. It’s inspired by several different ideas I’ve come across in sci-fi and fantasy and so far there isn’t anything else quite like it.
What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?
Love what you write, write what you love. And it’s okay to take breaks if you are feeling stuck!
Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters
I have quite an extensive reading list to get through but so far I’ve really enjoyed what I’ve read of @outpost51 and @writernopal, and they’ve both been supportive of ToL which has been comforting in periods of uncertainty. Also a shout-out to @sam-glade whose review of Ch. 1 was invaluable in helping me to shape Adrin.
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sugdenlovesdingle · 1 year
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Because Robert is Marco and Faith deserved to have her favourite blondie at her beach party.
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"Hey, how's Whitby? Or was it Blackpool?"
Aaron smiled at the familiar voice.
"A lot closer to Emmerdale than I remember." He laughed. "But at least gran's having a good time."
"Yeah? And what about you? Are you building sandcastles and eating ice cream?"
"Rodney did manage to get a load of sand here. The kids are having a blast. But no ice cream. Maybe there's still some of that stuff you like in the freezer."
"Please don't eat that. It'll be ancient. I want you back in one piece, not stuck in hospital with food poisoning."
"Alright, maybe I'll just drive to Hotten later and get some. Though it won't be as good as the gelato at home."
"We'll have to get some when you're back."
"Yeah." Aaron sighed. "I miss you. I hate being away from you."
"I know. Me too. But this is important. I wish I was there too. Your gran is one of the few members of your family who actually liked me. Or didn't hate me."
"That's not true." Aaron argued. "Monty likes you."
"Oh cheers. The whole family hates me except the dog." They both laughed and Aaron wished he could see him. But a video call with the entire family around was too risky.
"Daaaddd, I'm bored!" a voice said in the background.
"Yes, I know, you've said about 15 times now."
"But I'm bored!"
"We're almost there."
"I have to pee!"
"Can you hold it for a little bit longer? We're almost there, I promise."
"Maybe you should stop before disaster strikes." Aaron suggested. "Where are you off to?"
"Just a little road trip to the sea side. Get him out of the house for a bit."
"So we're both spending the day at the beach? I wish I was there with you."
"I know. Soon."
"Yeah." Aaron sighed and looked around at his family all enjoying themselves and doing their best to make sure his gran was happy. "I'll send you some pictures later, the place looks great."
"Who are you talking to? Is that Marco?" Liv wiggled her eyebrows at him and tried to snatch his phone out of his hands.
"Oi! Get off." Aaron warned her and held his phone out of her reach.
"Is that Marco?" she asked again.
"None of your business."
"That's a yes then. Let me talk to him."
"What? No. No chance!"
"Why not? I promise I won't embarrass you... much."
"No." Aaron repeated and walked a few steps away from her to continue his conversation in private. "I should probably go."
"Alright. Try to enjoy yourself ok?"
"I'll try. Talk tonight?"
"As soon as I get his lordship to bed, I'm all yours."
Aaron laughed.
"I can't wait. Give him a kiss from me."
"Will do. See you soon ok? Love you."
"Love you too. Bye." Aaron hung up and turned back around, only to come face to face with Liv with a massive grin on her face.
"What?!" he demanded.
"Oh Marco, I love you so." She teased and started making kissing noises at him as he pushed past her.
He'd planned to get himself another drink and find a quiet corner to enjoy the sunny day and just let the madness be, until Cain suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
"Help me get your gran up."
"What? Why? She's comfortable."
"Can you just do as you're told for a change? Come on, help me."
Aaron rolled his eyes but helped Cain get Faith up.
"Where are we going? I was perfectly happy over there. You could just get me another drink, you know." she told them.
"Don't look at me. It's all his idea." Aaron gestured to Cain who shot him a glare.
"Come on mother, we're going for a little walk, you'll enjoy this."
Together they helped her get up and walk a few steps, and just as Aaron was about to ask where they were going, an ice cream van rounded the corner.
"Did you do this?" Faith asked Cain who actually smiled.
"Can't have a day at the beach without ice cream, can we?"
The van parked a few feet away from them and Aaron's eyebrows shot up into his hairline when the side window opened and Diane appeared.
"What can I get you sweetheart? 99 is it?"
"What are you doing here?!" Faith asked her.
"Coming to see you! And bring you ice cream. So order up and I'll have my assistants bring it to you."
"Assistants?" Cain looked confused. "What assistants?"
The back of the van opened and someone got out, the open door blocking them from view as they turned around and grabbed something from inside, before closing the door.
"Robert?" Aaron almost forgot he was supporting Faith when he saw his husband standing there with their son on his hip, and had to force himself not to rush over and throw his arms around the two.
"Surprise." He said, smiling brightly as he put Seb down who ran straight to Aaron.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Chas demanded, hands on her hips. "You're supposed to be in prison."
Robert shrugged.
"Turns out they don't keep you there if you've not done anything wrong."
"You killed someone!"
"Not according to new evidence and Luke Posner's statement."
"But what about Marco?" Chas turned to Aaron. "Are you cheating on him with... him?"
"No. Marco is... well..." he gestured at Robert.
"You're Marco?"
"Yes and no. Marco is our 78 year old neighbour in Milan." Robert explained. "This story was my idea. Though he said it was crazy and he wasn't going to do it." he raised an eyebrow at Aaron.
"I could hardly tell them the truth, could I?"
"But the pictures you showed me? The story you told on how you met?" Chas looked back and forth between the two men.
"The guy in the pictures is Marco's grandson, Andrea. He was visiting when you called to tell me about gran. The two of them came up with this whole thing." Aaron nodded at Robert. "After a bottle of wine."
Next to him Faith cackled.
"This is better than Silent Witness!" She let go of Aaron and Cain and walked over to Robert. "Good to see you again blondie."
Robert smiled and bent down to hug her.
"Likewise. I wish the circumstances were different though."
"You and me both, love." Faith sighed but then seemed to pick herself up again. "Now get me an ice cream and then tell me everything."
Later, after Faith had let Robert go and Seb was making a mess of himself with Isaac, Aaron finally got his quiet corner. A quiet corner to kiss his husband and share an ice cream.
"I can't believe you're here. I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"You would've talked me out of it. And it was kind of a last minute thing."
"Did you drive all the way here in that van?"
Robert laughed.
"Of course not. We got a flight here and then Rodney picked us up from the airport. The van was parked in Hotten."
"So when we talked earlier..."
"We'd just gotten in the van. Seb actually blew the surprise but you didn't hear it."
Aaron smiled and the two of them sat in silence for a while, just watching everyone enjoy themselves on their makeshift beach.
"I know I said I could do it alone... but I'm glad you're here." he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Robert's lips.
"There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Robert told him. "But there's just one thing I need."
"What?"
Robert put his spoon down and reached up to Aaron's neck, his fingers slipping into his shirt and pulling a chain out. He undid the clasp and let the ring slide from it and drop in his open palm.
"I think this should go back on." He grabbed Aaron's hand and put his wedding ring back on his ring finger. "Much better."
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rahleeyah · 2 years
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Elliot Stabler is a caregiver, actually. Like apologies to the antis with brainrot who think he's just some kind of punching machine but one of Elliot's primary traits is that he cares for others. His teenage daughter is developing worrying eating habits, so he talks to a shrink about how to help his child without making things worse, and takes the shrink's advice, and improves the situation; he's both willing to ask for help and willing to listen. He explains to his children why he reacts the way he does to things, he hugs them, tells them he loves them, listens to them, laughs with them. He goes to his children when they are struggling, to Kathleen, to Dickie, to Eli, and lets them know he's there for them. When dealing with a traumatized little girl he asks her if it's ok before he picks her up; he spends hours and hours holding a toddler bc the boy screams if Elliot puts him down. He makes sure Liv is fed, he fills her coffee cup, he checks on her when she's sick. He notices when his favorite waitress is absent from the diner and he goes all out to make sure that she and her child are safe. He keeps his voice low when it needs to be, he urges Olivia to have more compassion for a mentally ill man, he comforts the wounded and the dying, he protects the weak, and children love him bc he is warm and kind to them. He laughs easily and often, he cracks jokes, he opens doors. He calls his daughters baby, he hugs his sons with both arms and tears in his eyes.
Is he angry? Yes. Is he capable of great violence? Yes. Is he perfect? No.
He is many things, and focusing solely on one of those traits does a disservice to him and his character.
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storiesofsvu · 18 days
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it's thursday bitches
spoilers under the cut
Okay, I was organizing fic and writing shit for the first two hours so I couldn’t live react BUT:
That ep of Mothership was phenomenal. Good job team.
Barely paid attention to Toronto, I can’t get on board yet.
Now it’s SVU time.
“happy hunting” ewww… puke in my mouth, that’s disgusting.
Girl WHAT THE FUCK. I don’t care if you JUST met someone at a hostel that night, you don’t fucking leave them alone in a bar when they’re visibly really drunk and with two guys all over her, come on.
Okay, I’m starting a Velasco line tally: 1
OOOO a full scene! Look at our boy go!
Okay yeah he is finally getting some screen time
These boy may not be the actual perps in this situation, but there is no doubting they’re pieces of shit.
This is gonna be one of those cases with the last minute twist that the other girl is the actual perp, right? That’s why there’s no dna?
I don’t like this squad. I understand rollins not coming back/kelli not wanting to come back (hello, she just had a baby, and would you want to go back to a workplace you were fired from full time?) but I will forever be salty about them getting rid of muncy and churlish, they FIT with the squad, they worked through their issues and worked well together. It was refreshing to have the younger generation coming in and being mentored by liv, fin and Bruno. I like the fbi girl, she’s a great actress, but the vibe isn’t the same.
Ohhhh I forgot about the other guy from the beginning lol
Okay but I DO love three powerful older women interrogating pathetic young twenty something boys
LOOOL and this dynamic of good cop bad cop between Bruno and joe?! LOVE IT.
Bruno is fucking killing me rn, this is hilarious. Prime television.
The fact that there is still another hour of television after this? I’m TIRED. And like..grey’s starts soon too so that’s gonna fuck me up.
This episode has fully sold me on wanting Bruno to destroy me. Sir. Pls.
Something that fell into your lap?! Liv…baby… you wanted to take in every abandoned kid at svu over the past 25 years. You were the mom calvin deserved, you wanted to adopt, you have ALWAYS wanted kids/to be a mother, its been part of her character arc literally the entire time the show was on air. Yes, technically noah kinda fell into her lap, but the way it was addressed here did not seem right lol.
Okay, that episode was actually super good compared to the last few weeks!
Don’t trust this captain at ALL. but like, I don’t think we’re supposed to LOL.
“I don’t know… im not his mother.. thank GOD” lol… we love Jet.
I miss bell…is she gonna pop up at some point? We need her sass/banter
The fact that she went out to do this super nice thing by replacing the flowers for jet cause she let her stay with her and THAT’S when she was attacked. Fuck this. Ugh.
The fact that they’re going through so much effort to block the face/voice of this killer means that we know who they are already, right?
BUT also… if the captain hadn’t called jet specifically to get Elliot to his fucking iab appointment she would have been home and able to protect the girl… so like… im still super sus of her
All of these crusty old white men all look alike and I cannot tell the difference between them. Is it the cap’s dad? Brother? Husband? Random poker night connection?
DIVORCE???!!!! I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING.
…okay but now they could be together somewhere down the road? Like.. they really did bomb us with that ship so I haven’t had time to decide if I like it or not but we’ll see how things go.
Okay so the brother AND the dad are both in on it? Maybe the cap isn’t actually sus and will be blindsided?
Meh, that ep wasn’t that good tonight tbh but two outta our aint bad!
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