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harfanfare · 3 years

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Hu Tao x Reader || Business meeting

You woke up in a coffin. Again.

You racked your semi-conscious brain and put your hands to the top wall. With all your strength, you pushed the heavy oak lid up, and it wasn't until the deaf knock convinced you that your efforts weren’t in vain.

You closed your eyes when the bright sun struck your eyes. You felt like a vampire taken straight out of romanticism, but after a quick blinking, you got used to the brightness in the room.

"Hey, hey!” you were greeted by a joyful voice as you sat down. "Did you sleep well?"

You looked at Hu Tao, who as usual was dressed in her dark, official outfit. She tied her hair in two ponytails, and put her hat on her head, even if you two were in a room that always was more likely to not have sunlight than it was.

She bowed over the coffin and let you lean against her arm as you stand up.

"Like a dead," you replied with a heavy sigh. You could only guess that you fell asleep while working and by this, you exposed yourself to tricks from Hu Tao. By these pranks, workers either quickly quitted their job, or gained resistance to all obstacles and every joke "funny-until-you-are-victim".

She sent you a snappy smile.

"Excellent. Because today we have a small corporate mission!”

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Hu Tao has not particularly given you time to prepare.

Less than ten minutes after she disappeared from the vestibule, you were able to dress up for work, wash your face and correct your hair before she showed up again.

You've put up several posters promoting the wangsheng funeral parlor (which will be taken off again by the guards within hours), and palm business cards off on several passersby until you reached a remote building where a young woman was waiting for you.

She quickly signed some of the papers Hu Tao brought with her and promised to come to her in person later, to complete the formalities related to her cousin's death.

Hu Tao was far more relaxed after you left that house.

In the jumps she walked past you, wandering through the uncrowded streets, energetically talking about everything and nothing. Sometimes she got lost in her thoughts for a moment and smiled at her own ideas, which you started asking her about.

"Hehe~ Everything that's going on in my head is a mystery," she gently tapped her fingers about the roundabout of her hat.

As you passed restaurants and food stalls, you were overwhelmed by the smell of all the Liyue delicacies.

Something twisted in your stomach.

On a par with the loud sound your belly made, you realized that you ate nothing today. You left so quickly that you forgot about breakfast. Ha, you couldn't even drink anything!

"Ho, ho," Hu Tao sighed theatrically. "I see that we have to stop and eat something.”

You burned with a juicy blush.

"A-ah, no, no," you protested quickly. "Let's finish what we have to do first. I'll eat something when we're done with work.”

"Come on, it’s my treat!" she clung to your arm and forced you to follow her. "Or rather... I haven't had the opportunity to have someone as my official taster for a long time!”

You found yourselves in the kitchen.

Hu Tao, almost all in the flour, which she had been brushing off from her dark outfit for the last fifteen minutes, took the dumplings out of the oven. She had to be inspired by a dish from Wanmin Restaurant, but she made them far quicker than anyone else who ever prepared dumplings.

Several of them were put on a plate and with a loud "bon appétit!", she placed them in front of you.

"They look... suspicious,” you glanced at the dumpling and came to the conclusion that they all look... very pale, even for a dumpling.

"I'd like to say you don't have to eat it. But I want you to try them," she used the chopsticks to pick up a dumpling from the plate and pressed it into your mouth. She covered them with her hand so that you wouldn't spit it out and watch as you chewed her culinary work precariously. "And how is it?"

You grunted when you felt how an extremely slippery dumpling was being swallowed by you.

Although you could not say that it was so bad.

Something just... was off. Maybe not enough spices? Or some strange ingredient in the stuffing?

"It's good," you replied. "I guess.”

"You sound very convincing," she said, giggling quietly. She seemed very proud of these dumplings. "I see that cooking is another of my hidden talents.”

You didn't answer, but you smiled gently.

Being indifferent while spending some time with her was... impossible.

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On the table was placed a pot of hot black tea.

In addition to decorative cups with patterns that evoke plum flowers, the pile of cards grew on the countertop every minute. Soon Hu Tao threw the last card she had in her hands and smiled triumphantly.

"I won!" she scooped the cards off the table and deftly began to shuffle them. A few of them fell out of her hands, but she quickly collected them and began handing them out between the two of you.

This was the eighth round of the card game she presented to you less than two hours ago. Throughout the game she seemed to give you forums, but as soon as you got to the end, she showed her mastery skills and within minutes made up for what you collected the whole twenty minutes.

Although you'd like to win with her, you were not particularly angry with that. Because you two were talking a lot, you mostly didn't notice the key moves you could make. It wasn't until you put another card down that you noticed your mistake, and Hu Tao, with a too-sweet and teasing smile, reminded you that you can't undo your moves.

What a stupid game.

With resignation, you have brought together a newly shuffled card tray.

"So that's what your corporate meetings look like, hmm?" You asked, propping up your chin with your hand and browsing through your new options.

"That’s weird to call date a business meeting," she replied, throwing another card on the table.

"Huh?" you shivered, almost biting your tongue in surprise. "So, it was a date?"

"Wasn’t it?" she said surprised. "Don't think I treat every employee like that. You are the exception," she hesitated, and for the first time in a long time raised her eyes from above the cards and looked at you. You couldn't tell what feelings were painted on her face. Gratitude? Joy? Love? In any case, it made you feel such strange, pleasant warmth... “But if so... How about another "corporate meeting", [Name]? You know, you have to take care of your customers, but you need to take care of your loyal employees even more.”

You were sure she had invented it just now, but...

"I shouldn't say no to my boss, shouldn't I?" you answered with a smile that she returned with big grin.

"Surely!"

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aajjks · 4 years

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Yandere!BTS: You want a divorce.

Disclaimer: This is a yandere reaction. It’ll contain obsessive behaviours, very possessive behaviour, pretty triggering themes. Please keep in mind that this is purely fictional and PLEASE DO NOT ROMANTICIZE THIS BEHAVIOUR. I don’t think that any Bts member would ever act like this.

Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, unhealthy possessiveness, unhealthy relationships, threats, slight sexual reference. Triggering themes, delusional behaviour.

A/N: I’m back with reactions, ah I’m so sorry if its weird or something, my writing has gotten dusty. Tell me what you think! Take care of yourselves I love you all! ENJOY! Also my vocabulary is still very limited. JUNGKOOKS part is pretty heavy. Read at your own risk.

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Jimin:

Life was pure hell with Park Jimin.

He wasn’t the same anymore. He wasn’t the same Jimin you loved so much and married. Marriage. It was supposed to be a wonderful experience of life. So many people looked forward to the said word. You always adored the idea of a married life.

You were always a hopeless romantic. Maybe that was the reason why you always ignored the red flags in your relationship with Jimin.

You always knew that Jimin loved you a lot. Probably a little too much but he made you happy.

At least he used to. Now. Everything felt suffocating with him. He suffocated you with his obsessive love and jealousy. “W-What do you mean, Y/N?” His panicked voice reminded you. “I want a divorce, Jimin.” You sighed as you sat in the couch, he stood infront you, his eyes widen and mouth agape as he gripped on the paper sheet tightly.

“N-No Y/N?! What are you saying? A divorce? W-We love each other so much! We need each other!!! You need to understand!” He sobbed loudly. The papers fall on the marble ground.

You rubbed your temples as you pick up the divorce papers. “I’ve already signed, it’s your turn now. Hurry!” You spoke in a cold tone.

He was also a liar.

He didn’t reply. You waited. And waited. He just stood, his dark hair fell in his face. Hiding his eyes. You tsked as you stood up and called him once more. “Jimin?” And he pounced on you.

He had you trapped in his arms, tightly. “No! No! No!!! I-I will not! I-I will not let you leave me! You belong to me! You are and always be Mrs Park! You will die as my fucking wife” he growled in your neck.

Tears welled up in your eyes as he bit your neck harshly. This always happened. Even if this was your fourth try.

You knew deep down you couldn’t succeed, ever.

Taehyung:

“Baby, you never fail to disappoint me.” Taehyung clicked his tongue. You didn’t look at him in his eyes. And he noticed that.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Y/N.” His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. He sat across the table from you but you still felt so much fear coarsening through your veins. “Y/N!” He growled out and you looked up immediately. He just smiled at you sweetly.

“What do you want, please enlighten me again?” He spoke in a very calm tone. His eyes searching your face. Kim Taehyung was an intense man. “I-I want a divorce from you, Taehyung.” You somehow managed to speak between his burning stare which burned holes in your face.

A breathy chuckle left his mouth. He was laughing at you. He always did. He never took you seriously. He did whatever he wanted and this meaningless marriage was the proof of that.

He married you because he wanted to. He never took your feelings into consideration. And now you had enough.

“Taehyung. Stop mocking me. I’ve had enough. Sign now.” You whispered in a serious tone. Even though you were alone in his office.

Taehyung stopped laughing and looked at you. Lust swimming in his dark orbs. “Fuck. I never thought you’d sound so sexy while disobeying me and being a fucking brat.” He played with the single strain of your hair.

“Now stop being a fucking brat before I fuck you on this very table, love.”

And you knew he wasn’t playing around.

Jungkook:

“J-Jungkook, stop! You’re scaring me!” You cried. “P-Please!!” You begged once again. But it seemed like your pleadings fell on deaf ears. “Jungkook please!” You spoke more loud, this time. But he was blind in rage.

The 6.000$ vase shattered infront of your eyes. “N-No Y/N!!! No!” He repeated like a psycho as he punched the bedroom wall. “Jungkook!” You screamed in horror as his knuckles started to bleed.

“Y-You can’t leave me, Y/N! I-I’ll die! I-I will never divorce you! I-I will never! Over my fucking dead body!” He screamed as if you’d listen to him. He cried, he screamed, he used violence, but you didn’t really pay your mind to it.

Because you were used to his antics. He always did this. It was nothing new. This was Jeon Jungkook.

Your eyes widened in terror as you saw him pick up the shattered glass piece in his hands and put it near his wrist, “J-Jungkook!! N-No!” You cried, tears coming out of your tired eyes. He stopped weeping and sniffed. “If you leave me I’ll kill my self by cutting my wrist. You know I will and I can!” He laughed loudly, his lifeless giggles echoed through the walls.

“The choice is yours, my love.” He looked at you, and smiled. His crazy eyes staring right into your scared ones.

What was your choice?

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xwing-baby · 3 years

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Impulse: El Ojo (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: Top of your class, the DEA have sent you to Colombia to be the poster child for their new ‘placement program’. You’re thrown in at the deep end into the drug war. With Agent Peña as your mentor, what could possibly go wrong?

Warnings: swearing, injury to reader, alcohol and drug abuse, threatening with guns, brief mentions of torture, description of injury and blood, unwanted touching, flirting, bad thought processes (addiction). PINK SHIRT

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Had a little change of plan last week, this is now the final chapter of this series. I am so sad to end it now, I’ve loved writing this so much. My first time writing for Narcos so thank you so much for all the support y’all I’ve given me with this. I love you all. I hope you enjoy this chapter!!

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You were on a winning streak. Since you’d found the list of sicarios and matched that up with the more current information, you’d presented it to Carrillo and surprisingly he was on board. With his help, you had brought down five, admittedly low level but increasingly more valuable, sicarios. If you didn’t think about the torture and abuse each of them undertook once captured, used to break them into more telling more information, you could say you were doing a good job. Escobar’s organisation was shaking. You were coming for him.

You and Steve leant against a wall, soaking up the sunshine chatting amongst yourselves when you saw Javier arrive. You hadn’t expected him to come at all, having disappeared without a word early on in the morning. He parked his truck close by, walking over to you and Steve with his vest in hand. You grinned and jabbed Steve when you saw the shirt Javi was wearing.

The pink shirt had been a long-standing joke since you’d found it in his closet a few months ago. He had many colourful shirts, was known for them, but the pink one always seemed like another level. You and Steve teased him about it constantly, though you had to admit it did look good on him now. Javi scowled when he saw you and Steve’s mischievous grins, immediately realising his mistake.

“I know you get called the Whore of Bogata but you don’t need to dress like it! Jesus christ Javi!” You fanned yourself with your hand, grinning at him, “really I’m going to need a minute,” Javi flipped you off as you laughed hard.

“Shut up, I look great,” He grumbled.

“Just thinking about the poor flamingo you rinsed for that colour,” Steve joined in the teasing, shaking his head sadly.

“You are just jealous you could never pull this colour off,” Javi said smugly. You laughed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t come out today, could be quite distracting,” You said, pretending to be thoughtful. Javi’s frowned, only making you and Steve laugh more, “Aw don’t get pissy, Baby. We love you really” You teased him in a mocking voice, pouting at him. “You and your flamboyant choices,” You ruffled his hair up as you passed him. He tried to duck out the way but you caught him. He shoved you away, muttering expletives under his breath. You skipped a few paces out of his reach, flipped him off.

“L/n!” Somebody called your name across the street, one of the technicians you’d been talking to before Javier arrived. You left Steve and Javier to talk.

The technician explained the problem again, showing you the options for moving forward. It was quite common that things would go wrong before any kind of mission. Today was no different, the technicians had lost a signal and were now not sure that the address you had swarmed was correct.

You chewed your nails while you thought. You could risk getting the wrong house, letting the sicarios know you were on to them and you’d lose them again. You could come back another day, but risk losing them again. Or you could ransack some innocent person's house and have Carrillo on your ass for ruining his reputation in the one week he’d left you in charge.

If you messed this up it would mean your stronghold would be lost. There would be time for them to work out what was going on and move everything again.

At a loss, you excused yourself needing to take a break and a few minutes alone to think without soldiers trying to put in their two cents.

As your work life had become more stressful over the last months. You had found some relief in, ironically, coke. It wasn’t a habit you were trying to form, but you had learnt just what good taking just a little bit could do for you. It quietened down your worried brain and made you simultaneously more aware of everything. You were better when you were just a little bit high.

You had started keeping a small amount in your pocket. Hidden in a small sewing tin in your jacket pocket, you had started keeping a little coke on you especially for moments like this. You could take it, have a breather, and come back with a solution. It was fine. Nobody would know.

You’d spotted a cafe across the road, and hoped they had a restroom. You gave an excuse to the soldier you’d been talking to and walked across the street.

“Oi Rookie!” Javi called as he noticed you walk past on the opposite side of the street. “Where are you going?”

“Going to the bathroom. Women’s issues,” You called back, Javi and Steve grimaced. That was always the best excuse.

While you wouldn’t do it at the compound you didn’t have any reservation here. You’d been itching for a hit all morning and there was only so much more you could take. You walked into the cafe, asked for the direction of the restroom, and locked the door behind you once you were inside. Small, dark and stinking of pee, it was not the best place but hygiene wasn’t particularly an issue you were worried about.

You tipped a small amount from the box onto the sink counter, lined it up with a card from your pocket, bent down and took it up your nose. You grimaced, while it had burnt your nose somewhat it still stung. But it was worth it when the feeling began to kick in. You smiled at your reflection and double-checked your appearance in the mirror, wiping your nose. Nobody could ever tell.

As usual, the drug kicked your brain into gear again and everything fell into place. The raid went brilliantly, by pure coincidence you’d bagged two sicarios in one as your original target had invited your next round for dinner with his new girlfriend. Your plan well into the swing of things now, much to everyone’s surprise.

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Like every weekend for the last three months, you were going out. The line between enemies and friends was long since blurred, hanging out with ‘Isabela’s’ friends was not an issue. Most of the time you weren’t even trying to get anything from them, you’d got what you needed months ago. As fun as Javier and Steve were, it was much more enjoyable to hang out with people your age. And they wouldn’t give you cocaine, María had it on tap.

You were dressed up, recently treating yourself to a new outfit as a job well done. A black off the shoulder top, covered in lace, and a little black mini skirt. You felt sexy, you were going to have a very good night.

“Rookie!” Javier called out to you as he came out of the apartment building. You were standing outside waiting for a taxi, smoking a cigarette.

“Javi, baby, you’re looking slick! Where are you going?” You checked him out. He wore his signature tight blue jeans and an equally tight black shirt that was almost bursting at the seams. He looked incredible, as he always did.

You were thankful that things had gone back to normal between you and Javier. The awkward stepping around each other had gone, you weren’t jealous. You acknowledged you would probably always like him a little more than was professional but that had fallen into a fun flirty banter that more than anything just wound Steve up.

You found yourself calling him Baby more than his name, it’d started as a joke to get back at him for always calling you Rookie but now it was so commonplace people had stopped picking you up on it if it slipped out while you were working.

It was fun. You cared for each other, that was clear to even a blind man, but there was no romanticism to the relationship anymore. There was no need. It wasn’t good for either of you. You’d found a comfortable rhythm and were going to stick to it.

“Out,” He shrugged, “That’s a new top,”

“You noticed?”

“Course, can’t keep my eyes off you,” He purred, happily playing along with your game.

“Thought you’d be more interested in the skirt,”

“Will you two quit it?” Steve’s voice interrupted your flirting as he walked down the stairs. You barked in laughter.

“Steve! So it’s a boys night I see? Where was my invite?”

“Figured you’d have your own plans,” Steve said.

“And you are correct Murphy but it’s always polite to ask,”

“Next time,” He assured you. “Where are you going tonight?”

“I don’t know. Some club, El Ojo or something?” You shrugged, “Seeing as this is maybe Isabela’s last time out I am going to go out with a bang, literally,” You raised an eyebrow, insinuation of your worlds made Steve roll his eyes.

You were hoping within the next few weeks to be able to close in on some higher level sicarios and associates to Escobar. Drawing the noose in slowly so he wouldn’t notice until it’d choked him. That meant your position as Isabela was going to have to come to an end to keep you safe from your own program. You’d discussed it at length with Peña and Murphy, while you didn’t agree you had to listen to them. They were still your superiors after all, no matter how close friends you were.

“If you told past you you were going to willingly sleep with a Narco I think you would have passed out,” Steve laughed.

“I’m a changed woman Murphy, what can I say,” You smirked, “Imagine what I’ll be like by the end of the year,”

“God help us,” Javier shook his head, a smirk plastered on his face. You laughed and stubbed out your cigarette with your shoe as your taxi pulled around the corner.

“Here’s my ride. Have a good night, boys. I will be back in the morning,”

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El Ojo was just as María had told you. Modern and smoke-filled, people were filling every inch of the space. You walked in and couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face. This was exactly what you needed. Crowds were anonymous, nobody cared who you were or what you were doing. Everyone was just there for one reason, to have a good time.

You ordered a drink at the bar, flirting with the man next to you briefly before taking the drink and finding your friends. As usual, they were up in the VIP area, courtesy of the Parreño name. You walked up and were let inside the cordoned-off area to find Diego stood up on his seat, wild-eyed, shouting about something. It wasn’t until you got closer that you heard what he was saying.

“I’m telling you Isabela is lying!” He shouted above the music.

“What’s going on?” You asked. None of the ten people surrounding the booth noticed your approach, their eyes shifting awkwardly when they saw you.

“You! You’re a liar!” Diego pointed down at you, hatred burning behind his eyes.

“What is going on?” You asked again. You looked around for María, she was usually the one to step between you and Diego, but she was nowhere to be seen. This was not the kind of conversation you’d wanted for this evening.

“You were the only one to survive that raid at Carlos’,” He continued, jumping off the couch to your level, “That fucking maniac Carrillo killed everyone but you! You’re working with them, aren’t you?”

“You’ve lost it,” You rolled your eyes, “Completely lost it,”

“You don’t deny it!” He yelled. You gulped, trying not to look scared of the man but the rage in his eyes was shaking you. You stepped backwards as he advanced toward you

“You’re insane!” You laughed in his face, “I’m not a fucking spy, especially not for Carrillo,”

“Bullshit,” He spat, Suddenly he pulled a gun from his back, waving it in your face. People shouted and screamed around you, scattering as the metal glinted in the light. Your eyes remained on his, not saying a word as he pressed the barrel into your neck. You didn’t move, barely breathing, “You’re a fucking rat,” He growled.

“Diego!” Finally, María stepped in, running over when she heard the commotion. “Stop it, put it away. Idiot,” She pulled the gun from his hand, standing firmly between you and him. “Ignore him. He’s paranoid. Someone’s leaking information and he thinks it's you because he’s a jealous asshole,” Maria explained, swiftly pushing him backwards until he sat back in the booth again, “How fucking ridiculous would that be? You? A spy!”

“Insane,” You agreed through a clenched jaw. Diego continued to glare at you dangerously, leaning over to whisper something to a friend.

“I swear if we get banned from this club because of you Diego I am leaving you,” María said angrily, “Come on, I want to party,” She linked her arm through you, not caring that you were still in shock from having a gun held to you, and dragged you to the bar.

Fortunately, copious amounts of vodka and tequila were great for calming your nerves. In a few hours, you had nearly forgotten the entire ordeal. You couldn’t think about anything more than the music ringing in your ears and how good it felt dancing on the stranger behind you.

After a while, María pulled you back up to the booth where Diego and his friends were still sitting. You did your best to ignore him, chatting to one of the girls at the table instead. You laughed and did a few lines, generally relaxing into the evening. So relaxed you didn’t notice the newest member of the group until he finally addressed you.

“Don’t I know you?” You looked over and panic spread over you like a bucket of ice water over your head sobering you almost instantly. He did know you. The man before you was the first man you had arrested, almost six months ago. He must have been bailed out for jail.

“No,” You answered confidently. You didn’t lie. You didn’t know him, not really.

“Gabriel, sit down!” María cheered, “Isabela this is my cousin, Gabriel. Gabriel, Isabela,” She introduced you. Her cousin. Of course. You smiled politely, praying the dim lights would hide the nervous sweat that had overtaken you.

Gabriel looked confused but didn’t say anything if he did recognise you. Not that that would matter anyway, as soon as he spoke to Diego his memory would no doubt be jogged. If he found out you were a DEA agent you would be dead. You had to leave.

“Here take my seat, I’ve got to get some air for a minute,” You stood up, letting him take your place next to Maria. You caught Diego’s suspicious look as you walked past, spotting the nearest exit door.

Your hands were shaking, your body not sure what to do with itself. The cocaine and alcohol said to go back inside and take them all out. What was left of your rational brain was consumed by fear and kept you outside. It was bad enough if someone like Senator Parreño had suspicions about you but Diego? Gabriel? Diego had already shown he wasn’t afraid to threaten you in public. Of the two of them joined heads they would connect the dots and your cover would be blown wide open. So would you, you thought morbidly. Coke and anger never mixed well.

You took breathes of the warm summer air, leaning against the wall of the club as you tried to calm yourself down. You shouldn’t have taken the last shot, now verging over the edge of blacking out; your vision was spotty, sound not registering properly and your tongue felt heavy in your mouth.

You wondered if Steve and Javi were nearby, the fresh air having the opposite effect than you’d wanted. You would blackout and you were going to need help to get home if you did. But you didn’t recall either of the men telling you where they were going, they could be anywhere in the city.

Stumped for the moment, you decided to wait it out, lighting a cigarette hoping that might help sober you up. You pulled the packet from your purse

“Need a light?” A man appeared next to you, lighter in hand. You nodded and he flicked the flame up, you bent over and lit your cigarette between your teeth.

“Thanks,” You mumbled, turning away from him, hoping he would leave. He didn’t. Instead, the man continued to stare at you, following you into your personal space as you shuffled away from him.

“Can I help you?” You snapped, immediately getting a bad feeling about him. You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning at him.

“No need for that tone baby. Come on, I wanna talk to you,” He purred. His eyes dipped to your cleavage, a lustful look in his eyes.

“I’m not interested,” You said, stepping backwards away from the man. He seemingly didn’t hear you, continuing to get into your personal space, arms reaching out to grab your hips.

“You were interested earlier. Come on, baby,” He purred, pulling you close to him, pressing his hips against yours.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, pushing him off hard enough to make him stumble backwards.

“Fucking bitch,” He growled.

If you were sober the situation would have a very swift end. You would punch him square in the face and he would leave you alone, scuttling away with a broken jaw and a shattered ego. However, you were not in a state to do that now. He had the upper hand. All you could do was run, hoping once you were back amongst people he wouldn’t attack you. You looked up the alley, the open street was just a few feet away.

You bolted.

Unfortunately just as you didn’t have enough coordination to punch the man, you didn’t have enough to run in heels on the uneven floor. Not even ten foot away your legs wobble, heels falling into a pothole sending you forward. You fell into a dumpster, head hitting the corner of the metal with a thud. You yelped, vision going black for a moment as you lay on the concrete.

“Hey hey hey,” A man ran over, instantly scaring the man off of you. He knelt by your side and helped you up from where you’d fallen. You groaned and pushed yourself up, head throbbing harshly, warm liquid trickling down your face. Your world was spinning even with your eyes closed. “Y/n, Fuck are you okay?”

“Get off me!” You exclaimed, trying to push the stranger off, not that your shaking arms were very effective.

“Y/n hey it’s me, you’re okay!” You looked up and saw Steve through a haze of blurred vision. You squinted as something dripped over your eye. Steve then saw the cut to your head, “Oh shit,” Your eyes are glassy and blown out, you mumbled something to him and pushed yourself out of his reach again, wobbling and tipping backwards. He caught you before you hit the floor again. “Y/n what are you doing out here? Weren’t you with your friends?”

“Her brother was the first guy,” You said, your speech slurred so much Steve barely understood what you were saying.

“Rookie, you’re not making sense. What are you on about?”

“I’m so fucked,” You sighed, letting your head rollback. You giggled as the world spun.

“Yeah, I can tell, come on let’s get you home,” Steve stood up, holding his hands out to you and pulled you up to standing again.

“Where’s Peña?” You asked.

“At the bar,”

“I want to go talk to him, let’s go talk to him!” You exclaimed. You began to walk in the opposite direction, dragging Steve along by the arm. He pulled you back with ease.

“You can talk to him in the morning, we’re going home,” He insisted.

“But I have to tell him about the brother he’s going -,” Your rambling was interrupted as you threw up, barely missing Steve’s leg. He grimaced and jumped out of the way, “I have to talk to him,” You said quietly once you were done.

“Tomorrow, Kid,” He repeated himself.

You pouted, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes but you didn’t fight him. Despite how drunk you were you knew that going home would realistically be the best course of action right now. You could barely string a sentence together let alone get anything important out coherently.

Steve got you into a taxi, luckily the driver paid no attention to the blood dripping down your face. You were falling asleep on his shoulder as you pulled up to the apartment, Steve pulled you out of the car and up the stairs to the apartment. Only when he opened the door, he was met by Javier and Vanessa also on their way inside.

“Woah!” Javier instantly turned his full attention to you when he saw the state you were in, hanging onto Steve’s sleeve, “What happened?”

“Some guy tried to touch her up, she hit her head, I’ve got it covered,” Steve explained.

“Hey Baby,” You grinned, obviously giving Javi a once over.

“She doesn’t look alright,” Vanessa commented, “Did she just call you baby?”

“It’s a long story,” Javi dismissed the comment. “She doesn’t look okay,”

“I’ve got it covered. I’ll get her to throw up and get some water to sober her up,” Steve said, “We’ll be okay, won’t we Rook?”

“Fine and dandy!” You grinned.

“If you’re sure,” Javi said hesitantly. You were gone, hanging onto Steve’s arm to hold yourself up. Your eyes were blown out and blank, if you remembered anything in the morning it would be a miracle. His first reaction was to help you, not sure Steve could handle you alone. Steve wasn’t exactly sober himself, sinking a good few beers with Javier in the bar before he’d left. However, his decision was made for him as you and Steve began walking up the stairs, Vanessa’s hands were back on him and any worry was squashed as she dragged him into his apartment.

Upstairs, Steve took you into his apartment. He took you to the bathroom, sat you on top of the toilet and rooted around the medicine cabinet to find some cleaning supplies so he could patch up your bleeding head.

“Connie’s probably got something in here,” He rooted through the cabinet. Connie had gone back to Miami for the week to see her family, inconveniently right when her skills were needed. Steve’s tipsy attempt at first aid would have to do,“Ah-ha! Here we go, clean that cut out with this,”

“Ow!” You whined, flinching away from him quickly when he showed you the antiseptic bottle.

“I didn’t touch you,” Steve chuckled, “Hold still,” Carefully he poured the liquid over a cotton ball, took hold of your face in the other hand and dabbed the cotton on your cut.

“Ow! Steve that fucking hurt,” You complained, flinching away from him as the alcohol stung the wound on your head. You frowned at him, tearing up a little.

“Don’t be a baby,”

“I am a baby!” You exclaimed. Steve grabbed hold of you again, he needed to clean the wound if it was going to heal properly. You whined and hissed at him but eventually, it was clear.

“Look, all done, got the grit out,”

“Thanks, Steve,” You kissed his cheek quickly.

“You’re welcome,” He laughed awkwardly. “Come on, you can’t sleep on my toilet. Bedtime,”

“You’re not my type,” You scrunched your nose and leant away from him.

“Ouch way to break my heart Rook,” Steve chuckled, “No, you’re going to your own bed, by yourself,”

“It's so far away!” You whined.

“It's across the hall!” He copied your tone making you laugh.

Steve pulled you up from the toilet and managed to wrangle you across the hall. Half asleep, leaning into Steve before you even got inside the apartment, you fell into bed without protest. Steve pulled off your shoes, throwing them on the ground before stumbling back to his apartment to collapse in his bed.

—

Waking up in your apartment unsure of how you got there, was a strange feeling. What was even stranger was the harsh throbbing on your head. You blindly brought a hand to the sight, recoiling instantly as you touched something sore. You sat up, slowly opening your eyes to the daylight and looked at your reflection in the mirror opposite your bed.

You groaned when you saw the gash on your forehead. Dried blood sat in the creases of your neck, and underside of your jaw as well as being crusted into your hair. You tried to remember how you’d gotten the injury but came up blank. You couldn’t remember anything from the night before. Not unusual for your almost nihilistic habits, but it was concerning given the infliction.

You looked at the clock. 9 am. You’d slept in. Since you were up you decided to clean yourself up. You padded to your bathroom, wincing at the harsh light inside and the grinding sound of the extractor fan. You filled the sink with warm water and gently cleaned the blood from your face with a cloth, only once stopping to throw up into the toilet.

You showered, hot steam help clear your brain fog but not helping the cut on your forehead which now stung immensely. But that wasn’t the feeling you were concentrating on.

A new kind of hunger, one you weren’t yet familiar with had settled in on the back of your tongue. A repeating idea chanting over and over in your head. It had partly been cocaine’s fault you’d got into this mess, but it would get you out of this hangover now.

You remembered you had some in your jacket pocket from the day before, leftover. Once you’d thought about it there was no stopping you. You didn’t have to take it all, you could stop yourself if you wanted. You pulled the tin out from your coat, sit it down on your dressing table while you pulled on some clothes.

You sat back at the dressing-table again once you were done and stared at the box. You’d not done it here more than once or twice. Never by yourself. Something about being at home with it made you feel guilty, possibly because you were surrounded by your friends who also happened to be DEA agents who would kill you if they found the stuff in the building.

You picked up the box, contemplating it. You could get something done if you took it. Wouldn’t have to sit in your hungover state and wallow in self-pity until the headache left. You could go for a walk. Do nice things. Taking the cocaine would bring you nice things, as it always did.

You opened it.

“Morning,” Javier’s voice inside your apartment suddenly startled you, causing you to spill the contents of your box all over your dressing table.

“Fuck,” You swore out loud.

“Okay in there?” You regretted giving him a key. You did not need the interruption. His voice snapped you back to reality. You decided you didn’t have time, or rather not wanting to be caught red-handed, you decided to leave it and greet your surprise guest.

“Good morning,” You said brightly, opening and closing your bedroom door tightly behind you. Javier was standing in the middle of your living room, a book in hand flicking through it. He discarded it back to the coffee table where he’d found it when you appeared.

“Just wanted to check you were alright, you looked rough last night,” Javi said, “that cut looks sore,”

“It stings but it’ll be ok in a few days,” You shrugged. Javi looked at you strangely, “Did you come up here for something?” You asked.

“You don’t remember what today is?” He asked. You frowned and thought for a moment.

“It’s your birthday?” You asked slowly.

“No,”

“It’s my birthday?”

“I don’t know when you’re birthday is,”

“Javi I’ve obviously forgotten please just tell me,” You pleaded.

“Searchblok, you and Steve swapped. Remember?”

“Shit!” You exclaimed. How could you have forgotten?! You scrambled back into your room to get changed, boxer shorts and a hole-ridden t-shirt wouldn’t cut it.

“I should write you up for the mess you were in last night,” He called through the door as you rushed to get dressed, pulling on the nearest jeans on your floor. That’s not the only thing you should write me up for, you thought looking at the cocaine on your dressing table.

“I should write you up for sleeping with hookers,” You said back.

“Nowhere in my contract does it say I can’t! You however have a reckless behaviour clause,” He said. Your heart stopped at that, opening the door quickly to pop your head out.

“Javi-“

“I’m joking Rook, don’t worry!” Javier laughed. You rolled your eyes and shut the door again, pulling on a fresh shirt. A few seconds later you stepped out, buttoning the last of the clasps on your shirt. “I was worried about you but you’re fine so we’ll forget it ever happened,”

“Thanks, Baby,” You grinned at him. Javi rolled his eyes.

“You need to stop that though,”

“You love it,” You teased him. He didn’t reply, turning on his heel and walking out. You hesitated for a moment, glancing back at your bedroom door. The coke was still lined up in there, calling to you. It would only take a few seconds to do it and get rid of your hangover for a few hours.

“Rookie, hurry up!” Javi called you from the hallway, audibly impatient. You decided against it, grabbing your keys and a jacket and running to catch up with him. He was already waiting by the truck by the time you got downstairs. “Did anything interesting happen last night, then?” Javi asked. You tried to think for a moment, you remembered something important had happened, something you’d wanted to tell him last night but you couldn’t remember what. You shrugged.

“Apart from getting this,” You gestured to the injury to your forehead, “I can’t remember. There was something but I don’t know,”

“Can’t have been very important then,” Javi added. You shrugged and shook your head.

“Guess not,”

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Tactical Retreat

Prompts: averykedavra: could i request,,,logince? maybe an imagination fic? roman retreating to the imagination and logan finding and comforting him? no pressure, but thank u regardless, and your stories are incredible!

Anon: So I’m I adore your writing and like I’ve read your stuff on ao3 and I just wanted to ask if you ever thought of that conversation between Roman and Remus and stuff that they mentioned in that story about Logan relapsing...? I just, I love the way you write your characters and dive into their head and manners so well- it’s incredible. (I’m shy to say but I also write a bit and I saw you’d left a comment on my story and I kind of died cause you’re incredible and I’m majorly inspired by you-)

Thanks for the prompts, babes! they fit so well that I did them together, I hope that's okay ^_^also: GUYS PLEASE VIEW THIS AS A

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Warnings: explicit discussion of self-harm. I’m not kidding. I fucked myself up writing this a little please take care of yourselves. sympathetic remus

Pairings: logince, creativitwins, implied LAMP, can be platonic or romantic you decide

Word Count: 5131

Retreat: an act or process of withdrawing especially from what is difficult, dangerous, or disagreeable.

Retreat: a place of privacy or safety: REFUGE.

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“We are so not done with this conversation,” Remus had said.

That would certainly explain why Remus barges into Roman’s room at absolutely-unreasonable-do-you-have-any-idea-what-time-it-is o’clock.

Roman just looks at them all and raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, please. It’s not all long sleeves and pants all summer for no reason.”

“R-Roman, you—you—?”

“Yeah, Specs,” Roman murmurs when Logan can’t find his words, “me too.”

“Oh, we are not done with this conversation.”

…

“Will you let us help you clean them?”

Unbidden, Logan’s face flares bright red.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, sweetie…”

Roman gently nudges Remus’s arm. “Let me. You two go check on Patton and Virgil.”

“What?”

“Roman—“

“Come on,” Roman coaxes, “it’s not like I don’t have the practice.”

“We are so not done with this conversation.”

That would certainly explain why Remus barges into Roman’s room at absolutely-unreasonable-do-you-have-any-idea-what-time-it-is o’clock.

“Remus,” Roman sighs, sitting up and covering his eyes, “I know it might not seem like it, but I do need my beauty sleep too.”

He frowns when Remus doesn’t say anything.

“I can look at whatever you’ve made tomorrow,” he promises, “I just—I don’t really want to—not that I don’t want to!—but can I…sleep, first, please?”

Remus still doesn’t say anything. Roman peeks out from behind his hand to see Remus…is still humanoid. The door isn’t…off its hinges, it’s just been slammed open. His morningstar isn’t in his hands. His brother is just staring at him.

Shit.

“Re?” Roman sits up slowly, his eyes adjusting to the light. “Re, are you—can you come here please?”

Remus walks into the room. Roman pulls back the covers, making room for his brother, already running through the checklist in his head. No blood, no guts, first aid kit is in the corner, he can get the shower running if need be…

It’s only when Remus actually stops next to his bed that he realizes what’s going on.

Remus is wearing his soft things. Remus has opened Roman’s door. And now he’s getting into the bed and just staring at him.

“…Re?”

“Ro,” Remus whispers, and oh no, “Ro, you…you didn’t have anybody?”

Roman’s heart clenches in his chest and an emptiness oozes into his throat. He should’ve known that Remus was serious when he said they weren’t done with that conversation.

“…Re, I—“

“Don’t bullshit me, Roman,” Remus hisses, the desperation bleeding into Roman’s lungs, “I know you, Ro-bro, and you—you—I’m gonna kick their asses.”

Roman sighs, his head falling back to the pillow. Now that the worry over his brother has dissipated, he really just wants to go back to sleep.

“You don’t have to do that, Re,” he mumbles.

“The hell I do!” Roman winces and he hushes. “You—Ro, you know what my job is. You know I—“

“Yeah, Re, I do know what your job is.” He stifles a yawn. “I…sorry, I just…I’m really tired right now.”

A sharp poke to his belly makes him squeak.

“Remus!”

“I told you, Ro, you can’t bullshit me.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“Something, anything, Ro, you—“ Remus chokes— “Ro, you’re my brother. You’re fucking important to me.”

“I know, Re, I…well, I would say I’m sorry, but you told me not to bullshit.”

“So you’re not sorry.”

“Sorry for worrying you, yeah. But not for…” Roman sighs. “I would just be apologizing for how it makes you guys react and not because I’m sorry for what I’ve actually been doing.”

Remus is quiet for a moment. The bed dips under his weight as he slides under the blankets. Then he shifts a little closer until his hair brushes Roman’s nose.

“…when you said you knew what my job is,” he mutters after a moment, “you didn’t just mean the intrusive thoughts, did you?”

Roman shakes his head. “Thomas…I’m the…safe Creativity. I’m the fluffy, dreamy, Disney side.”

Remus moves to look up at him, encouraging him to continue.

“So I…I tend to romanticize things. I get the pretty, artsy, palatable version of things.” The emptiness bubbles up lazily into his throat. “Of everything. You…you get the real version of them.”

Even in the dim light, he can see Remus visibly pale.

“You get all the messy consequences, the realities of…a lot of the things that I wouldn’t.” Roman swallows. “So…”

“Oh, Ro…”

“Do we have to have this conversation now?”

Remus props himself up on his elbow, the blanket sliding a little off his shoulders. “Do you wanna have it in broad daylight, then? Plan it all out, sit down with a drink and a notebook? Have one of your lists to work down?”

“…can you at least close the door, please?”

A weight leaves Roman’s chest as the door closes and the light vanishes, leaving them in near darkness. His eyes close.

Damn it.

The mattress sinks as Remus gets back into the bed. He’s too far away for Roman to feel him. But he can feel his gaze on him.

“What do you want from me?”

“The truth?”

Roman huffs. “Is that all?”

“I dunno, Ro-bro, you’ve gotten pretty good at misleading everyone else.”

“I’m an actor.”

“Yeah, which means you’re really not good at turning it off.”

A mirthless laugh bursts out of one of the bubbles in his throat.

“Haven’t exactly had much of an incentive to do that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Come on, you think any of them have actually wanted the real me for…ever?”

Remus scrambles up. “Roman, that’s—fuck, you’re one of the core Sides. You’re—you’re so fucking important, Ro, they—they love you.”

Something darker than darkness shears through the emptiness.

“No,” Roman growls, turning his head into the pillow, “no, they don’t.”

Did they ever? Or was that just an easy way to string along their favorite little puppet?

Before the anger can fully take hold of his throat, the emptiness oozes back into place and his jaw slackens, prompting another sigh as Remus freezes above him.

“What’re you talking about, Ro,” comes his voice from somewhere, “they—you—aren’t you…?”

“They say it,” Roman manages, “but I don’t think they mean it. Or if they do, it’s not—it’s not like that.”

“Well, then what the fuck is it?”

“They don’t want to listen to me, not really, they just…well, they need someone else to be there.”

“It’s funny because I’m pretty sure we just had this conversation with Lolo.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” Remus pokes Roman’s shoulder until he rolls onto his back. He glares. “I don’t care what anyone else says, Ro, you’re fucking important. You’re not replaceable. And you’re sure as hell not unlovable.”

Roman flinches.

Remus tilts his head, eyes widening.

“You don’t believe me.”

Roman shakes his head.

Remus lets out a shaky breath and lies back down, still staring at Roman. “Ro-Bro, what did they do to you?”

“What, you want the list alphabetically or in chronological order?”

“Roman, please.”

Roman’s eyes snap open in shock. Remus stares back at him, pleading. His brother is begging, he realizes in a panic. He wasn’t sure Remus knew how to do that.

“I’m—“

“If you dare say you’re sorry, I’m gonna rip your testicles out through your mouth.”

Roman swallows. “They just…they won’t listen to me,” he repeats lamely, “they don’t want me.”

“What do you mean, they don’t want you?”

Conveniently, Roman’s brain is now entirely empty. He knows stuff has happened to him…doesn’t he? Things…stuff’s been bad now. For a while. He’s been…doing whatever this is for a while.

So why can’t he remember?

“Every time I come up with an idea, it’s—they always want to change it.” But that’s just part of the editing process. He needs the others to help him edit.

“They think I’m too loud.” He is, though.

“I’m—they think I’m—“

Arrogant? Overbearing? Stuck in a fantasy world?

All of the above?

“Nothing,�� he whispers finally, “they didn’t do anything to me.”

He buries his face in his hands.

“They didn’t do anything to me. I’m just—I’m just being overdramatic. It’s fine.”

“It’s clearly not fine.”

“Isn’t it?” He flaps a hand at Remus. “You’re the one that gets the real version of all this. I get the romanticized version. No consequences. Just pretty words and sentiments that don’t make sense.”

“You think Thomas is okay with a self-harming Ego?”

“Well, maybe Thomas deserves a better Ego!”

The room freezes.

Roman squeezes his eyes shut. “Thomas deserves an Ego that knows what he’s doing. That believes in himself. That can do all the things it’s supposed to do.”

He lets his hands fall limply away from his face.

“But all he’s got is me.”

I’m not enough.

“I can’t—I can’t do my job without being able to…” He sighs. “I’m the opposite of Logan.”

“…how so?”

“Logan does it to make things go away so he can work. I do it make things come so I can work.”

He feels Remus tense on the bed.

“Romanticized, remember? That’s my job. Fantasy, dreams, romance, not real. I…” He shrugs. “It doesn’t matter.”

A wave of exhaustion threatens to snatch his words from his mouth. God, talking about this is so draining. Can he be done now?

“How,” Remus says after a moment, “can you possibly say it doesn’t matter?”

“Can’t I just go to sleep now, Remus?”

“No,” comes the snarl, “you can’t fucking go to sleep, because you’ve just told me it doesn’t fucking matter if you self-harm and that you think you aren’t good enough without it.”

Roman shrinks into himself. “Don’t yell at me.”

“Give me one good reason why not!”

“Because you’re making me want to do it again.”

Remus’s breath leaves him in a rush.

“Oh, Roman…”

Roman just curls up tighter.

“I’m doing this all wrong,” he hears Remus mutter faintly before something ruffles his hair and the bed dips further, “Ro-Bro, hey, look at me.”

“Are you going to yell at me again?”

“No, Roman, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make things worse. I’m just really upset for you right now. I promise I won’t yell.”

Roman looks up. Remus smiles back at him, still not touching him. If he wanted to, he could reach out and tug Remus closer, but…that’s hard.

“Hey,” Remus says quietly, “you here with me?”

Roman nods.

“I’m sorry, really,” he continues, “we can…if you really want to stop, we can stop.”

“…no.” Roman shakes himself a little. “You’re right. I’d rather…I think I’d rather do it now, like this. So I don’t have to do it later.”

“Okay.” Remus shifts a little. “Can I ask you some questions or do you just want to talk and I’ll listen?”

“I don’t know if I can just talk.”

“That’s okay, Ro. How about this: I’m gonna ask you stuff and when you wanna say something, you just say it.”

“Okay.”

“How long has this been happening?”

Roman shuffles. “Long enough. Um…at least a few years.”

“Do you have the medical supplies you need to take care of it afterward so they don’t get infected?”

“Yeah.”

“If you run out, can you easily get more?”

“Yeah.”

Remus lets out a long, slow, breath. “Okay. Okay, that’s…that’s good.”

“Is that it?”

“Do you want it to be?”

Roman falters, looking at Remus’s face. The room is still dark. It’s still the middle of the night. The world is paused, breathing softly. He…he has time.

“…no.”

“Okay.” Remus shifts to lay on his side. “Can I ask you more stuff?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not just cutting, is it?”

Roman’s face burns. “No.”

“Will you tell me what else it is?”

“I don’t let myself eat. I read things I know are gonna be bad for me. I put myself in situations that I know are gonna be bad for me.”

“Can you give me an example of one?”

“…I submit an idea I know they’ll hate.”

Remus lets out another breath. Something tingles on the tip of Roman’s tongue, pressing up against his lips.

“…why didn’t you come to any of us?”

He swallows it down. “I didn’t think you’d listen.”

“I will,” Remus promises, “I always will.”

“How can you promise that?”

“Because you’re my brother,” he answers like it’s the easiest thing in the world, “and you’re important to me.”

Oh.

“So if you wanna talk,” he continues like he hasn’t just shattered Roman’s worldview, “I’m here to listen.”

The tingle is back. He stares at Remus, stuck. He can talk. He should talk. They just had a conversation with Logan about that. He should know this. This shouldn’t be happening to him.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

“You have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Don’t touch me until I’m done.”

He can tell he’s startled Remus by the way the covers jerk back.

“…I promise.”

Here goes nothing.

“It’s not that I want this,” he starts, the words aching on his tongue, “that I want to feel bad, or upset, or—or…hurt. I just…sometimes it’s easier to work that way.”

He scuffs a hand over his nose.

“If I’m upset, I can…I know what kind of thing would make me feel better. Or I know how I am feeling and I can make an idea feel it instead. I know—I need—we—I—“

He sighs.

“I hate this.”

“You’re doing great.”

Doubt that. “They don’t want me. They tell me I’m too loud, I don’t make enough sense, I’m too rash, I’m too selfish.” He swallows. “That I spend too much time dreaming.”

His face twitches.

“They think they know what I dream about.”

“…and what do you dream about?”

Roman sinks his head into the pillow, the soft material cool against his cheek. The bed is warm, the room slightly chilled, the air a comforting weight. The emptiness froths in his chest.

“It’s not important.”

“Bullshit,” and only Remus could make that sound affectionate, “they’re your dreams, Ro.”

“Not Thomas’s.”

“So?” Remus reaches out to poke him but freezes halfway. The sight of his hand retreating makes Roman ache. “We just figured out that we’re allowed to not just depend on that, right?”

“Not at the expense of Thomas.” Roman huddles tighter. “And they wouldn’t care about it anyway.”

“Why do you think they don’t care about you?”

“Isn’t that what I just said,” he growls, scrubbing his hands over his face, “that they don’t want to listen to me? That they only ask for my opinion when they think I’ll be easily manipulated enough to agree with them? That when I’m not they reject me and everything I try to do for them?”

He takes a deep breath and draws his hands away. The sight of Remus, just out of reach, just there, hurts. It hurts. The urge to bury his nose in the crook of his brother’s neck hurts.

“No,” comes Remus’s voice quietly.

Roman blinks. His hands freeze, halfway to Remus.

Right. He asked for this.

He wraps his arms tightly around himself and squeezes.

“I can’t play the role all the time,” he murmurs, “so I have to…remind myself.”

“And that’s why you…?”

“Yeah.”

Remus is quiet for a moment. The room hurts. Roman is cold.

“Ro,” his brother says after a minute, “is you asking me to reject you if you look for physical comfort self-harm too?”

“…perhaps.”

“‘Cause you know self-denial is self-harm too.”

“Perhaps.”

He looks up to see Remus’s eyes…glistening?

“I hope you know I’m gonna hug you really hard now.”

“…please?”

Remus all but throws himself at Roman, rucking up the covers something awful as he bowls them over onto the pillows, his arms around his brother. Remus is big and warm and solid and soft and perfect, squeezing Roman so tightly he worries for a minute that he won’t be able to breathe. He buries his nose in Remus’s neck and oh, it’s everything he ever wanted. This is—

This is dangerous.

This is warm and solid and fire burning in his stomach. This is being able to eat and eat and eat until his tongue turns black and falls out of his skull. This is standing in front of a hurricane and the winds whipping around his immovable body.

This is opening that pit in his chest and giving himself to the need to devour.

Remus must feel the way he tenses in his arms and nuzzles into his hair.

“Ro-Bro?”

“Re?”

“Hey, what’s going on? You went weird there for a second.”

“This…this is okay, right?”

Remus squeezes him again. “Yes, Roman, this is okay. You’re allowed to hug me, I’m allowed to hug you.”

“It’s okay that I…want this?”

Remus stills and Roman panics.

He’s messed it up. He’s told Remus that he wants something. He’s told Remus that he wants something. He’s told Remus that he wants something. Remus is going to think he never wants to hug him. Remus is going to tell the others he’s being selfish. He’s let them know he still wants. He’s ruined everything.

Then Remus tightens his grip so much Roman gasps.

“Yes, Roman. This is perfectly fucking okay. You’re allowed to want, Ro. You’re supposed to want.”

“But I—Re—“

“Sorry.”

Roman pants as Remus loosens his grip. Just a little.

“But I—that’s never a good thing. Anytime I want something, we—they—I—I’m supposed to give it up.”

“One of these days,” Remus grumbles, mostly to himself, “we’re gonna sit down with Patton and have a conversation.”

“…like, this kind of conversation?”

Remus grumbles something inaudible.

“But every time I want something it goes wrong.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to want, Roman.” Remus tucks his face back into Roman’s neck. “You’re allowed to make yourself satisfied.”

Roman shakes his head. He’s learned this time. He got it right this time. There’s no sainthood in satisfaction. Selfless is safe. He’s figured out how to hide his appetite and put them into his work and not ask for more. He knows not to take up too much space. And when he doesn’t, well…

He knows how to remind himself.

When he says that to Remus, Remus pulls back to look at him.

“You don’t think you deserve to make yourself happy?”

He tries to busy himself with fiddling with Remus’s shirt. “I’m what Thomas wants. Or I’m supposed to be. Who cares about me?”

“I do.”

Roman huffs sadly. “I don’t—yes, thank you, Remus, I—I care a lot about you too.”

“You can say you love me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Now, what were you going to say?”

Roman sighs, his eyes falling closed. “I want to be happy. I can’t be happy until Thomas is happy. And Thomas isn’t happy with what I want.”

“Oh, Ro…”

“I’m just—why can’t it be okay for me to just be happy?”

“It is, Ro, you can be happy.” Remus gives him another squeeze. “It’s…you can be you, Roman. That’s okay.”

“But it isn’t. It never is. And I can’t—I can’t be happy. Not yet. I have work to do.”

Remus shifts until his chin is tucked over Roman’s shoulder.

“…thought you were the hero, Ro-Bro?”

As the words plunge deep into Roman’s chest, he smiles.

“Name me one hero who was happy.”

When Roman really doesn’t want to be found, he goes deep into the Imagination.

Remus knows, now. Remus came and found him. Remus talked to him. Remus listens. Remus knows.

He was fine with telling Logan. Logan is different. They want Logan. Logan is wonderful and amazing and deserves the world. Or the stars. Or both!

…Janus also knows now.

He’s not sure how he feels about that.

But they’re going to want to talk to him. They’re going to want to know things. And Roman.

Roman can’t. Not today. It’s too much. It hurts too much.

“‘Cause you know self-denial is self-harm too.”

“Go away,” Roman mutters to the ghost of Remus’s voice as he pushes through the tangled brush.

This is different. This is avoiding an overload. This is when he’s already packaged up his appetites so they’re acceptable. This is when he’s already been stripped of what he wants and he has to leave before he gets stripped of who he is.

And it’s so, so stupid.

The others haven’t even done anything today.

Have they ever?

It’s just…sometimes it’s hard, okay? Roman knows he has to do it—no, he doesn’t—yes, he does—but sometimes he just wants everything to stop for two fucking seconds.

There’s a dark patch of woods on Roman’s side of the Imagination. When he brings the others in, they spot it and think that it’s the gateway to Remus’s side.

That’s actually at the bottom of the lake. The gravity flips as you enter this brine pool with a dense methane atmosphere over it. It’s pretty cool, actually.

But not this forest. This forest is Roman.

It’s the last part of Roman that lets himself want.

Deep between the trees, if you can find your way through, there’s a clearing. It’s very small, just large enough for a massive tree with white petals, almost brushing the ground. The petals sway gently in the little bit of breeze that manages to get through the thick walls of the other forest. Underneath is a little bench swing, just large enough for Roman to sit or lie down if he wants to. It smells gently of the blossoms. It’s quiet.

It’s his.

As he slogs through the last part of the foliage, he almost drops to his knees in relief. He made it. He can stop now.

The swing creaks welcomingly as he sits down, the tree reaching to ruffle his hair. He closes his eyes and lets his head tip back. It’s safe here. There’s nothing that can hurt him. It’s his place, his haven. He doesn’t have to pretend here. His eyes flutter open as he watches the petals fall from the branches. They twist and turn until they land on his red sash.

He picks it up. It’s so small. And soft. It’s pretty. It looks so white against the red of his sash. Why isn’t the rest of his shirt that white?

And the sash is so…so…red…

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees the sunlight gleam off of the blade of his sword.

A wounded noise escapes Roman’s throat and echoes around and around the still glade. His hands clutch at his sash as he tumbles gracelessly from the swing.

How could he be so selfish?

Logan is hurting. Logan is struggling right now. The others should be focused on Logan. Not him.

Is this what he thinks he needs to stoop to now? To—to—to get attention now? He hasn’t learned his lesson about asking for attention? Hasn’t he learned that asking for anything hurts?

Is that why he wants to do it so badly?

Because it doesn’t matter that Roman self-harms. It doesn’t matter that telling Logan that he cared, that telling the others that he could help felt like selfishly turning Logan’s problem into something about him. It doesn’t matter that Roman’s wildest dream is to have someone care for him the way he desperately wants to be able to care for them.

Roman wants.

Roman’s not supposed to want something Thomas doesn’t want.

So Roman will be selfish here, in this glade, all by himself, where no one can see it, so that he doesn’t hurt anyone else.

Then he hears something.

“Roman? Roman, where are you?”

No.

“Roman! Roman, answer me!”

“No,” he whimpers, scrambling back against the tree.

Logan can’t be here right now. Logan—Logan has enough of his own to worry about, he can’t make Logan worry about him too.

“Roman?” Logan’s voice takes on a note of panic. “Roman!”

He should tell Logan it’s nothing to worry about. He should come out of the woods and smile, say he’s fine. He should ask Logan if he’s okay.

He doesn’t want Logan to see this place.

He doesn’t want Logan to see him like this.

He doesn’t want Logan to ask him if he’s okay.

Because he isn’t, and he’ll want to tell Logan that.

He staggers to his feet and starts to try and make it out of the glade before Logan gets too close. But the flowers are too soft, too warm, too safe. He can’t make himself get up, can’t make himself stop relentlessly taking comfort. He can’t stop wanting.

“Roman?” The leaves crinkle together. “Roman, are you back here?”

No, he should say, don’t come in here, it’s dangerous, I’ll come to you!

Yes, he wants to scream, yes, come find me, come help me, I want you.

The glade holds its breath as Logan bursts through the trees.

“Roman!”

Before he can blink, Logan’s crouching in front of him. He adjusts his glasses and reaches out for Roman’s shoulders, smoothing over the gold trim and examining his face anxiously.

“You’ve got scratches all across you,” he says worriedly, “did you have a hard time getting through? Are you alright? Were you with Remus?”

“No,” Roman mumbles, cheeks burning, “not…not Remus’s fault. Mine.”

“Roman,” he tuts, “you getting injured during a fight isn’t the fault you make it out to be.”

“…not a fight.”

Logan frowns. He glances over his shoulder. “The branches? I managed to get through with barely any scratches, perhaps if we go back through together, we can—“

“Wasn’t the branches, Logan,” Roman interrupts softly.

“Then…” He can almost feel the minute Logan’s eyes land on his hands lying limply at his sides. “…Roman, did you…?”

He nods, shame burning in his gut.

“…this may be a redundant question,” Logan says quietly after a moment, “but…are you alright?”

He can’t help the huff. “Would you like the honest answer or the acceptable one?”

Logan blinks. “Roman, you…you can always be honest with me. I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that you can’t.”

He must be able to see the disbelief on Roman’s face.

“…I do apologize for making you think your honesty was not wanted,” he says, shifting forward to kneel in front of Roman, “and…if it helps, I do believe I owe you.”

“No,” Roman says quickly, shaking his head, “no, Logan you don’t—you don’t owe me anything.”

“You cared for me.”

“That’s what anyone would do,” Roman argues, “what they should do. You shouldn’t owe me for basic decency. If anything, I owed you that.”

“Why would you owe me that?”

He laughs sadly. “Because I’m me? Because I’m loud and obnoxious and never want to listen to you?”

“And what about me? I’m cold and callous and dismissive of you.”

Roman shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”

Logan reaches up to push his hair out of his face. “And you’re not either.”

The wind ruffles through the petals. Logan looks up and smiles.

“It’s beautiful.”

Roman ducks his head. “…thanks.”

“So this is…yours?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s wonderful, Roman.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t believe me,” Logan says softly, “do you?”

Roman just shrugs.

“Talk to me,” he coaxes, cupping Roman’s face in his hands, “come on, now.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Now, I don’t believe that for a second.”

It hurts. He wants and it hurts and it’s not supposed to hurt and of course it’s supposed to hurt. Everything hurts. Logan scoots a little closer and waits patiently.

“…it used to be easy,” Roman whispers finally, “I used to be able to…to make this work. And now…now I don’t know how to anymore.”

“How what works?”

“I’m not supposed to want,” Roman confesses, “I’m supposed to want for Thomas. And I…I don’t know what that is anymore. Maybe I never did. But I—it used to be easy for me to make myself stay where I was supposed to be. And how to remind myself to be safe in—in—“

“Pain,” Logan finishes.

Roman’s head throbs.

“Oh, my dear,” he murmurs, pulling Roman forward into a burning hug, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Roman slurs, drunk off of Logan’s arms around him, “don’t…don’t stress about it.”

“I’m worried about you, little star,” Logan says against his temple, “you’re hurting.”

“We all hurt.”

“Yes, and recently, someone very smart said that something like this isn’t necessary for us to love you.”

Roman looks up slowly, his eyes brimming with hope. Logan smiles down at him, head tilted in silent question.

“…you think I’m smart?”

“I think you’re quite intelligent, yes.” He catches a tear on the edge of his thumb. “And I think you’re hurting yourself, little star.”

“I…I am, Logan.”

“I know,” Logan whispers, “I know you are.”

“I’m sorry—“

“Shh, shh,” he soothes, “don’t apologize, little star, it’s okay. I’m not angry. I understand.”

Of course he does. He’s Logan.

“It’s not easy, is it? It never is, it’s just…we have to unlearn things, now.” Logan strokes a hand through his hair. “Sometimes it’s going to be a little harder.”

And Roman is here, in his glade, under his tree, protected by the eyes of the world by the thick forest wall, and he wants.

He wants to throw his arms around Logan and hang on for dear life. He wants this pit in his stomach to fill to bursting and disappear forever. He wants everything to stop, right here, so he can live here forever.

What comes out instead is: “…can you hold onto me?”

Logan nods instantly. “How much?”

“…like I might fall off the face of the earth if you let go?”

“Can that happen,” Logan asks even though he’s already moving.

“Not if you hold on.”

A chuckle rumbles through the warm chest as Roman’s cheek comes to rest against the soft fabric. “Then I’d better hold on tightly.”

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thehighwaytothestars · 3 years

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BAMBAM AS A BOYFRIEND

Taurus Venus and Sun, Pisces Moon, Pisces Moon

His Taurus Venus trine his Virgo Mars -

He loves to plan out dates. He is not the taking chances here. He wants everything perfect.

He likes having things under control, Bambam probably hates when he plans something important to him, like a date with his loved one, and things go exactly the opposite. He wants to amaze you and to make you understand/ feel by this act how much he loves and care for you.

He would take you to the nice and expensive restaurants. Good food and drinks are very important here, as much as ambiance and cleanness. Wouldn’t mind to take you to the hottest place in town, but will love even more if he could take you some place quieter and private, so you could focus on each other’s company.

He loves to be at your service. He wants to help you with whatever he can, especially if you are having some sort of money problem.

He pays attention in the little things, so when he gives you a present, which he loves to do, he always gives something he knew you wanted/ needed. Probably won’t care about spending money with you/ buying you things.

He is very chill and will love to stay at home with you, just watching something on TV.

Lovesss to shop, and will definitely give his honest opinion about the things you’ll buy. If something does not look good on you, he is going to say you your face, won’t sugar coat ~ yes, he could be a little savage in his observations.

He wants to help you improve, so he could be a little critical on you, like saying openly when you’re being lazy and not doing your best; and that you should work hard to make your dreams come true. Will definitely be supportive of your things though, that’s why some times he is a bit incisive with you, because he wants you getting what you want.

He does have his Taurus Venus in the 11th so expending time with friends, or double dates could be something that happens often when he is dating.

He is a social guy, who cares about his friendships a lot, he is a loyal friend, and would want to his loved one to get along with his friends and vice-versa.

His Virgo Mars lays on the 3th, so Bambam could be the one planning romantics gets away to the country, or to some close places, just a nice weekend off so you both could have some time to enjoy yourselves outside the craziness of the city. To do whatever you guys want, without being disturb by anyone.

A relaxing and idyllic place without anyone around, just the two of you. Somewhere close the nature and the beautiful and romantic views of the countryside.

He is a public figure, so the eyes are always on him, being able to be by himself with his girlfriend, without people taking care of their business is exactly what he wants. He knows how dangerous could be exposing his loved one to the fans and the public, so he is a guy who really watches out about your safety and will die if something bad happened to you because of him; he wouldn’t bare the feeling of being guilty.

Taurus Venus + Taurus Sun just enhance how much he loves the good things in life...eating, wearing/ buying nice clothes, having a good place to call home, very well decorated, and of course sex.

He is also an earth Mars, so do expect a lot of touching and sensual kisses.

One of his sweet spots could definitely be his neck and belly, so be sure to be pay extra attention there, and to be gentle while you’re doing it 😉 light touches could and will drive him crazy.

Sex for Bambam is part of self-care (Virgo Mars). Could be almost healing in a way for him. Can help all that anxious Virgo energy coming from his Mars, to relax and just stop worrying about things, especially work related.

With his Taurus Venus he is super loyal, faithful, and wants the same commitment and love he gives to his partner back to him. He wants to be spoiled too. Just provide massages, especially in his neck area, or start touching his hair and he is all yours. lol

He is chill and calm, but could feel jealous easily, when teased. And then...well, let’s say that the cool and collected BF you know, it’s gone. He is mad for real, but more than that...he is painfully hurt.

His Pisces Moon opposite Virgo Mars, could make it hard for him to open up about his feelings, emotions, and dreams. He could be afraid to show his vulnerability to you, and maybe he could fantasize a lot about a perfect relationship, like in his head things should go like this, so you have a person who is always trying to pull the strings to go in a certain direction and going bonkers when they don’t; and even questioning if he is in the right relationship.

He needs to be careful about romanticizing his relationship too much, and even to sacrifice himself in order to please the other.

He is a Taurus Sun and Venus and Pisces Moon, all really good places to cherished hand maid things, or just really personal gifts that he made for you, from a really intimate moment you guys had, and he wanted to save that memory forever, so he just went there and made something that you could always keep with you, and not just in your mind.

I do see him being really inspired by this person, and making his muse; A lot of songs would be making with this person in mind; A lot of his art would be dedicated to his special one.

He wants someone he could really develop intimacy, to have a real connection, sharing the same values with. He wants this relationship to be his safe place, where he can be himself without any masks on; Just goofing around without any worries lol He wants to enjoy the pleasures of life to the fullest with his loved one.

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romeulusroy · 3 years

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Parting Gift (Sam Wilson Oneshot)

Character/s: Sam

Word Count: 1,411

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A/N: This was supposed to be fluffy, but the closest I can get to that is melancholy lol. The weathers been nice and it got me feeling nostalgic for summer. I hope this gives off that vibe, if that makes sense? Sam just seemed perfect for this and I kinda love this :) It doesn't exactly fit the timeline, but oh well :P There are only Endgame spoilers, none with TFATWS. I can't thank you enough for letting me rest with my health/writing and posting in general. I hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: You finally got him back 💌

Gif Credit: @biwilson / link 💕

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The low hum of the fan stirs in the quiet heat, restless, a lullaby you've grown used to since the season thawed. The snow puddles disappearing from the hot sidewalks, the grass growing green, the layers shedding around you until there is nothing but skin and the cool air that kisses it. It's old and shaky, the blades twisted, the fixture rattling, threatening to fall from the ceiling with every spin. Another chore you simply never got around to fixing, neglected much like the rest of the house. Like you, it was lucky it was still standing. The floors cried and creaked, needing to be replaced, but where was the time? The paint chipped, falling flake by flake, the shelves in need of dusting, the lawn grown too long, things were rusted, ruining, aging. Everything crooked, leaning, too heavy to stand on its own. One in the same, you and it, a reflection of your inner world, your inner turmoil, your grief defying, humanizing, materializing in rusted pipes, in thorny bushes, and weeds sprouting in the cracks of the sidewalks.

It was your dream. An escape. A slice of heaven he plucked from the skies. At least, that's how he'd described it. His hand, warm and calloused, over your eyes, letting your suspicions get the better of you, questioning like a child. What color was the door? How many windows? Was there a backyard? A steadiness in his voice you knew was not as solid as he showed, leading you past the street, past your new neighbors, the shade of the trees making your skin prickle. Up the path, you tried counting your own steps, anything to cheat the system. A leap of faith, you put so nicely. A house he passed by, one that struck him, caught his eye in a way nothing ever had. You? A house? Romanticized by the shoe box apartments the city had to offer, you never pictured any other life. Not out of opposition, but sheer innocence, a passive, thoughtless gesture you'd never recognized until the opportunity came along. Little convincing, it took. Somewhere far away from danger, from life, where you would always be safe together. That was enough. Always would be.

A fixer upper, that's what it was. Someone to care for in their old age, a long forgotten space only one with a heart of gold could fall for. Whether you were speaking of you, or the house, he'd never get the chance to ask. Where he saw the two of you, together, watching the rain pour from outside, comforted by a warm kitchen, a grand bedroom, nooks you could fill with hints of yourselves, you saw a slanted driveway, an unkempt garden, leaky ceilings and no hot water. He had hope. Dripped in honey,band hope, his voice sang through the thin walls, a symphony of ideas, of dreams for what it would one day be, taking you by the hand, leading you through. A maze of projects, big and small, things you'd add to a list of infinite length, your pen running out of ink long before you ever reached the bottom. For now, a coat of paint, a bucket or two for the leaks. He promised you, in the middle of an empty house, that it would one day be your home. You trusted him, because he was so sure of it, unlike anything else before.

You watched him sleep, the two of you facing one another. The sheets long discarded, too warm to even touch. You could follow the rise and fall of his back, the way in which he held the pillow to him, as if scared to let go. Tracing every line of him with your eyes, taking note of every single change, drinking him up every second you had together. The beads of sweat across his hairline. The upturn of his mouth, a whisper of a smile, as if caught in a sweet dream. The lines you see in yourself not yet reflected in him. Untouched by time. Five years could turn into a lifetime with the right kind of loneliness.

Plastic stuck to the furniture, bloated, sweaty, patiently waiting to be unwrapped. You couldn't bear to look at it, any of it, turning away from entire rooms, going only where it was necessary, using what you needed, not ready to face this place alone. It wasn't that first day, where your things, tightened by the city smog and lack of breathing room, were scattered wherever they might fit, left to expand in their new environment. The kitchen table in the living room. Chairs in the hallway. A couch discarded by the window, blocking the natural light. For the time being, he promised. Too many boxes to count, filled to the brim of glasses and mugs, wedding pictures and high school yearbooks, things you thought you needed, and things you knew you did. All of it wrapped in plastic, paper, t-shirts and towels. Whatever you could find to protect it. Sleeping on the floor those first few days, the mattress late, the frame even later, leaning on one another for that kind of comfort. It wasn't that first day, or week, but enough time to settle. The small things weren't yet opened. Two cups, to dishes, an endless waiting game for supplies to be shipped, of time to be found between work days and exhausted nights. He had a plan though, first the inside, then out. Sometimes there weren't enough plans, or lists, or schedules in the world to stop what would come next.

All of this, less than a month before The Blip.

Things hadn't changed since then, not without him. Five years you carved your path into the floorboards, avoiding everything that hurt like a landmine. His cup, his dish, his knife, and fork, and spoon, untouched. You would not look through your wedding album, or seep into the couch you bought together, or pluck the thorn riddled bushes like you pictured. His side of the bed empty, his clothes tucked away where you didn't have to see. All except one shirt taped up, turned away. His cologne fading from the collar, something out of your control, that made you want to scream. Everything these days, it seemed, was out of your control. Others, they moved on eventually. Started dating. Remarried. Found new friends, had more kids, picked up where they left off. Family reached out, teammates too, but you couldn't look at them. The anger, the sadness, all of it overwhelming. It left you drowning in questions no one had the answer to, everyone asking themselves the same thing: Why him, and not them? Why him, and not you? Why did any of this happen in the first place?

Isolating became the cure, and the corruption. The salt in the wound, a familiar sting you grew to expect, even want. A home for two, he promised, only now you were one. How cruel could the universe be? Hour by hour, day by day, you counted, carrying on for when he'd be back, because he would be. Sam, your Sam, too stubborn a man to give up like that. You would have dusted, washed the floors, made the place a little more welcoming if you'd known he'd be back when he did. Everyone came back, reappearing out of thin air, but where they felt frenzy, uncertain in explaining all that's happened, you were at peace, able to breathe again. Time had stopped when he was gone, your life paused. You could feel it, the moment when, the clocks in the house ticking once again inside their boxes.

Now, you lay together, as you had that first night. Not on the floor, not as naive as you were, but together none of the less. The sunlight strains, wanting to light up the room from behind the curtains. Even without it, you find yourself baking, wishing the fan would have a little more power. Sleeping in, you could have laughed. Five years he had, somewhere else, to rest, and yet you let him, not wanting to wake from what you fear might be a nightmare. If you woke up, and he was gone again, you weren't sure what you'd do, how much longer you could stand it. He assured you though, much like he had with this house, everything would work out in the end. That he was here, and he'd never leave you again.

Ever.

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ughgclden · 3 years

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BEE!!!! CONGRATS ON THE 700!!! I‘m so excited for you,,, <333

MAY I ASK for a 🍄 and a 🧸 (romantic, dps) if you get the time?

A little description of me: I am generally outgoing and social, however I tend to avoid being the center of attention. I like making friends and I like to think I am generally easy going, although I can get a little whiny when things don’t go my way (but I‘m working on that!). I really love my friends and I love spending time with them, especially pulling all nighters doing stupid things. I love volunteering so I volunteer a lot, especially over the summer. I really enjoy photography, I think photographs are basically memories on paper. I draw sometimes and I also write things but I don’t really show anyone. I like to romanticize things thinking of every moment as if it were a movie scene, I find the world to be more enjoyable that way,,,

I hope this isn’t too much and again CONGRATS I AM VERY PROUD OF YOU you deserve the world bestie <333

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! of course you can omg!!

🍄 - your blog gives me just happy vibes? it's like lying in a field with your friends, talking about everything without a worry. all you care about in that moment is how much you love your friends and how beautiful life can be. it's that surge of joy you feel when you sit back and look around you, at your friends having fun, and feel truly content.

for your pairing;

i'd pair you with..

charlie would be perfect for you, i think. he thinks you're the most wonderful person he's ever met. he loves your personality, liking that you can be outgoing and social as he's quite the extrovert himself. from the moment you met, you two instantly got to talking and joking with one another, and charlie was infatuated. he started flirting almost instantly.

if you ever get whiny when something doesn't go your way, charlie thinks it's actually super adorable - he'll tease you a little, always with love, but then turn to comforting you and making small jokes and remarks to make you smile. he can and will do a great impression of you in these moments.

all nighters and stupid things is the perfect mix for charlie dalton. you often find yourselves staying up to ridiculous hours of the morning doing the most ridiculous things - this included sneaking you into his and cameron's dorm and rearranging his entire desk whilst he slept. needless to say he wasn't too happy.

charlie loves your passion for photography and how you view photographs - he thinks the sentiment is beautiful. he'll often ask you to take photos of the two of you, or of the poets, so he can have some memories of his own to keep forever. he hangs them up in his dorm. it makes him smile like an idiot, but cameron pretends he doesn't see these moments.

charlie really admires the fact that you volunteer and thinks it's so selfless of you. he actually joins you one summer, and finds himself having a lot more fun that he initially thought he would

he also starts to romanticise his life after meeting you. he could be doing the most mundane things, before he begins looking at it in a different light. knox shouts at him for taking too long to walk to the cave in the rain one evening, because he was taking his time in the rain and admiring it like he imagined you would.

has a picture that you took of the both of you on one of your dates framed on his desk. it keeps him sane when he's got particularly difficult homework

he just loves you so much, and thinks you've made the best impression on him

i hope this was okay!! this was super fun to write and do, so thank you sm for sending something in!!

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝

A/N: I was listening to music the other night and I heard this song and thought that it would make a good fic, so I wrote it. TW: It does talk about domestic abuse, with a slight description, and lying about it. I love this song and the first time I heard it, I cried. I hope you all enjoy it. This is a more platonic JJ x Reader as I felt with this subject matter it would feel like I was romanticizing it, and I do not want to do that. As always please take care of yourselves, so if the themes might trigger you please don’t read it. Thank you all so much for the support!!

Description: JJ finds a girl at the boneyard after a fight with her boyfriend, then at the wreck, he brings her back to the Chateau with the other pogues trying to comfort her. Based on the song “Must have been the Wind by Alec Benjamin.

I heard a glass shatter on the wall in the apartment above mine. At first, I thought that I was dreamin' But then I heard the voice of a girl, And it sounded like she'd been cryin'

JJ was sitting in a log in the boneyard, just another Friday night on the cut. The party had started to die down a little, tourons and kooks starting to leave to meet their curfew’s leaving the pogues to finish out the night, pogue style. JJ downed another drink, arm locked with John B trying to see who could chug the cup of beer the fastest. JJ throws his cup down, as John B finally pulls it away. “Aha!” JJ says jumping up onto the top of a log. It had hit that point in the night where people were looking to elevated surfaces to stand on because of how intoxicated they were. JJ was pulled out of his state when he heard the sound of glass shattering. He turned his head down the beach to see a girl. He heard, her voice, it sounded strained as if she had been yelling and crying. JJ saw a male figure walking away from the girl. He stepped off the log and quickly told Pope that he would be back. The other pogues were sharing confused glances, but let it pass. JJ approached the girl, who had now sat on the beach, just out of reach from the surf. JJ walked up slowly. “Hey. I thought I heard something over here, like glass breaking, or some yelling?” He stuck his hands in his pockets. He didn’t know what possessed him to walk over here, but he felt so drawn to her. “Hmm nothing like that over here. I didn’t hear anything.” She said staring out over the ocean in front of them. “I just came over this way to get some air, away from the party. She let out a soft laugh. JJ saw the broken liquor bottle on a few feet away against the large piece of driftwood. “You sure everything is ok?” JJ said, giving her another chance to talk about it if she wanted to. “Yea, it was probably just the wind or something you heard.” She said pulling her hoodie up closer around her neck. JJ stuck his hand out closer to her, moving slowly. He wasn’t quite sure why he was being careful. “I’m JJ.” “Y/N” She said taking his hand and shaking it slowly. The two shared a glance, both softly smiling before looking back out over the ocean. “Have I seen you around the Boneyard before?” JJ asked he wanted to get to know her better, she was aloof, and JJ wasn’t having it. “Nah. This is the first time I’ve been out here. Ever heard of strict parents from the cut?” She said looking over to him. “Those exist?” JJ said, causing a slight laugh to leave Y/N lips. JJ loved the way it sounded. So he decided to try and make her laugh as long as they sat on the beach that night. They exchanged information and she walked up the beach and onto the ramps, before turning around and waving to JJ. He smiled back at her, throwing his hand up before walking back to the group. Only the other three pogues were left, sitting around a dulling fire. As he approached the group he got three confused stars from his friends. John B was the first to speak up. “You strike out dude?” “You guys are gross” Kie grimaced at their conversation. “No. I think I might have made a friend.” JJ said, thinking back to your conversation. “Aw. Our baby made a friend” Pope stated in a sarcastic tone, gripping JJ shoulder. “Whatever. I don’t know she’s just…” He paused looking at his friends. “Different”

She said, "I think your ears are playing tricks on you" Sweater zipped up to her chin "Thanks for caring, sir, that's nice of you, But I have to go back in Wish I could tell you about the noise, But I didn't hear a thing"

JJ and Pope walked into The Wreck, seating themselves at the bar directly in front of where Kie was, pushing orders out of the window. “Kie, looking hot” She rolled her eyes at JJ’s remark. “No really like your sweating buckets” Pope laughed. “Ah yes, just what every girl wants to hear.” Kie stopped in front of JJ. “Looks like your mystery girl is taken.” Kie nodded her head in the direction of Y/N. She was sat with what looked to be her family. What looked like her parents a younger girl and a male. Just as JJ was about to turn around, protest that it might have been her brother, he saw the man take your hand from the table, kiss it, then wrap his arm comfortably around your shoulder. JJ would be lying if his stomach didn’t drop. He had been texting her on and off since the party, he even called her once. He knew that there was a boy from the beach but he had hoped she left him after the incident. He looked at the male, realizing it was in fact the one from the beach a week ago. The man who threw the bottle, the one that was yelling, but the one overall, that made you cry. He turned back, resting his head on his fist on the counter. He slowly started eating the fries that Kie set in front of him and Pope. Kie and Pope looked at each other silently voicing their confusion about JJ and the girl. The truth was JJ was worried for you. He knew what it was like to feel useless and made to feel unworthy by someone who was supposed to love you. He wasn’t sure where the attachment to you came from, but he wanted to help you before things went down that path. He did not want anyone to feel like that. Pope pulled him out of his thoughts. “JJ?” He said looking his friend in the eyes. “Yea Yea. Sorry” He shook his head. “Old Man Jone wore me out cleaning up his boat today” JJ said with a slight laugh. “Well you missed some pretty sick waves, today dude. Ain’t that right Kie?” Pope asked. “Yea. They were the best we’ve seen all week.” She said from further back in the kitchen. JJ tried to listen to the story that Pope was telling. He was trying to stay engaged in the tale Pope was telling him about a nasty wipeout he had. He heard a rustling behind him, and had to fight the urge to see what it was. When the back door opened out to the dock, he couldn’t help but turn to see Y/N’s boyfriend pulling her by the hand out onto the dock. He watched intently as he heard raised voices, and saw her in the window, tears starting to fall down her face. He saw her boyfriend put his hands on her shoulders, he saw the pressure that he was applying, then he saw her lips. “Stop, that hurts.” Then she was moved away from the view of the window. JJ was quick to stand up. Pope stopped him from going outside by grabbing his arm. “Uh where are you going?” “Umm I wanted to say hi to her,” JJ mumbled trying to head back out, where he still heard faint yelling. He looked back at what he thought was your family. “Dude, she left with her boyfriend” “He was hurting her.” was all he said before shaking out of Pope’s grip on his upper arm. He walked quickly to the door pushing it open. What he saw in front of him broke his heart. He was frozen. He saw her boyfriend in your face, his face red, angry, her back against the pole of the dock. He saw him shove her into the pole harshly, then Y/N’s face grimace in pain. The boy turned and walked away, down the way, toward the beach. JJ wanted to walk after him, show him what it was like to be hurt, and he almost did. Then he saw a glimpse of her, wiping the tears from her face, and resting on the railing of the dock. She pulled her hoodie up around her neck, just like she had the night of the party when they met. He made his way down the dock. He knew that he didn’t know what was going on entirely, but from what he had seen, he knew he had to help her. “We really have to stop meeting like this Y/N” JJ said leaning against the railing beside her. Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice. He stepped away casually realizing what that he had startled her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said smiling. JJ saw the tears on the edge of her eyes. “I saw you leave with that boy Y/N” He paused looking back at her, she kept her gaze focused on the water in front of her. “I heard him yelling, I know that I don’t know you that well, but I wanted to help” “I think your ears are playing tricks of you JJ” She let out a slight laugh. She was trying to convince him, just as much as she was trying to convince herself. “It was probably just the wind again” “Right.” was all JJ said. “Well, Daniel’s family is in there waiting for us. He’s not here so I’ll have to cover for him.” She knew he saw, but she was in denial. “Seriously though, Thanks for caring so much JJ. I should really go back inside.” She reached up and put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. “I’ll always care Y/N” was all that he said before she walked back up to the restaurant. Kie and Pope watched her enter and sit back down with the family, each asking her a degree of heated questions. They sympathized with the girl, but were worried were JJ was. Until he came back in moments later. The two of you shared a look before he took his seat back beside Pope. “Her name is Y/N” JJ said finally to the two. “The mystery girl”

I'm playing "Lean on Me" Just so that she knows that she can lean on me, And when she hears the words, I know exactly what I'll say Promise I'm not playing tricks on you, You're always welcome to come in You could stay here for an hour or two, If you ever need a friend

Y/N and JJ had been texting little things to one another. He learned about her more and more. He found out that she was a fellow pogue, from the cut, it was Daniel that was a kook. Daniel. JJ despised him, now he had more of a reason other than the fact he was a kook. She had yet to open up to him about the events that kept bringing her and JJ together. Always saying that it must have been something else or he was hearing things. JJ and the pogues sat around the bonfire in John B’s back yard. JJ lifted his phone when he saw a message from Y/N. She hadn’t answered him in a few days, making him worried, but he did not have any other way to find her. “Y/N: I broke up with him. I could use a friend” JJ read his phone. JJ was shocked, reading it again to make sure he was reading it right. As much as she tried to deny it, Y/N knew JJ had seen the past events and didn’t know where else to go. JJ responded quickly, “Where are you?” She responded telling him that she was walking back to her home. She wasn’t far from the Chateau, so JJ stood up, ignoring the questions from his friends and started in Y/N’s direction. He found her, not too far from the Chateau, arms wrapped around herself, and he could see a bruise forming on her jaw. His heart sank, and his stomach knotted. He felt a wave of nausea rush over him. He wrapped his arms around her figure. She froze at first but gave into the hug. “What was that for?” She asked, pulling away. “You looked like you needed it” He fell into step with her walking. “You should come back to the Chateau with me. If you want to, that is.” He was getting flustered. JJ didn’t know what was happening, he usually would ask a girl back to the chateau with no problem, but like he kept repeating to himself, She was different. “You know what? Why not.” JJ smiled at her words. They found themselves walking in silence. JJ’s eyes kept trailing back to her face, making her smile and blush a little, before focusing back on the road. Every time he did, he couldn't help but notice the bruise on her jaw. He hoped the more he looked that it would disappear because every time he saw it he felt his blood boil. “This is it. The Chateau.” JJ said, making a grand gesture with his hands. He led the two of them through the house to the back yard where the other pogues were dancing. Each had a drink in their hand, making their own silly dance moves. Y/N stopped and smiled, loving how happy everyone looked, how free-spirited the group felt. JJ took a risk and grabbed Y/N’s hand. He pulled her toward the group. “Pogues this is Y/N” he waved at you. “Y/N meet the pogues.” He turned, grabbing Y/N’s other hand and swaying back and forth to the music. She decided to let loose and do the same, swaying to the music. “So this is the mystery girl that JJ had been talking about.” The boy with long brown hair spoke. “I’m John B.” The girl spoke up, “I'm Kie” she said, “and this is Pope.” Kie was trying to take the awkwardness out of the air from John B’s statement. JJ released one of her hands to change the song using the phone propped up on the speaker. He turned to throw an arm around Y/N as the beginning of the song played, the rest of the group smiling and beginning to sway. “Lean on me when you're not strong” The group began to sing along to the song lean on me. “Cause you're gonna need somebody to lean on” JJ lowered his head to her ear whispering the line to her. “And I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on.” Y/N turned to JJ and smiled, even though it was a song, and he was singing, she knew that he meant the words that he was saying. Things settled down after the song finished playing. John B and Pope start to playfully bicker, drawing Kie in. JJ and Y/N sat on the long log by the fire. JJ nudged her shoulder slightly, getting her attention. “I hope you know I’m not trying to play tricks on you here. You’re always welcome here, you can stay as long as you need if you ever need a friend.” “Thanks J.” She laid her head on his shoulder watching the fire burning in front of them. JJ knew she wasn’t ready to talk about what happened. He knew that when she was though, he would be there for her to help her through it. He put his arm around her shoulder pulling her a little closer seeing the smile on her face growing as she watched the other pogues.

We can talk about the noise when you're ready, but 'til then I'll say, "It must have been the wind, must have been the wind”

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drxwsyni · 4 years

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Healing (pt.1/3)

Yandere Chisaki Kai/Overhaul x quirkless!f!Reader

Part 2︱Part 3

a/n: please do not read this piece if themes of poor mental health are upsetting to you. i am in no way attempting to romanticize these issues, having dealt with them in the past and knowing all too well how serious it is. i have never endorsed the harmful actions of people in my work and never will. please take care of yourselves and read at your own discretion. also this is a repost because it disappeared from the tags for some reason?

warnings: mental health problems, injury

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This is for your own good, he said.

The world is a disease ridden place, and remaining in it has left you broken.

You weren’t broken, you were fine. Sure, handling the pressures of simply existing as a result of being born without a quirk were tasking. People had not exactly been kind to you growing up, and that may have affected your health significantly. But you were handling it just fine.

While you couldn’t disagree with the fact that people did seem to enjoy using you, whatever had developed as a result of him discovering this reality wasn’t better in the slightest.

He said you needed time to heal, both physically and mentally. You could trust him, he was the only person who saw how faultless your existence was.

At some point you felt like you deserved to be mistreated by everyone around you, given how common of an occurrence it was. So when the yakuza leader came to you himself, going on about how unfairly you’d been handled all your life, it was hard not to trust him.

Now, you realize just how big of a mistake doing so was.

To be fair, he did live up to his promises. Kai said he wanted to help you heal, and what better way to do that than to move in with him. He had all the necessary equipment, and more than enough money to provide for you during your rehabilitation process.

However, he failed to mention the lengths he was willing to go to ensure your ‘good health’. Thinking you would stay with him until you got better, and then go back to living on your own once any pre existing issues had been taken care of slowly started to become an unattainable dream.

Upon arrival at the yakuza’s base, Kai instructed that it’d be in your best interest to not leave the premises. There was plenty of courtyard space for fresh air, and anything you needed would be picked up for you. Your room had been spacious enough, luxurious almost. Aside from the underground network of facilities, you were permitted to have free range of the base. The only condition was that you kept an escort with you at all times. Generally, these terms didn’t seem too bad.

It wasn’t until you sat down in his office to go through the rest of your new living plan that you realized just how committed he was to seeing your health improve.

Everything was planned to a T. When you’d wake up, take medication, bathe, eat, go to bed. He had taken into account any intolerances or allergies and developed a comprehensive meal program that catered to them. The most important element was the checkups scheduled twice a week to monitor your physical health.

While you didn’t enjoy the idea of being examined so regularly, you couldn’t argue that you’d neglected many problems over your lifetime. Sure, blood tests and vaccine administered supplements weren’t fun. But for the sake of rehabilitation you supposed that it was just another necessary evil.

What was concerning was his policy on electronic devices, specifically for recreational use. According to him, having a phone would only hinder the process, and therefore it wasn’t something you needed.

“Should you require anything you need only to ask either myself or a subordinate. Seeming as you should always have an escort there will be no issue with the matter of not being able to contact anyone.”

Kai truly had everything covered, and with how reassuring he was it became hard to see any flaws in the plan.

And so you took up residence in the leader’s base, grateful for the opportunity to live without being weighed down by society's corrupt expectations.

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The first few weeks went fairly smoothly, using the time to learn the layout of the establishment. Not that you could ever get lost, with one of his subordinates trailing you in case you required assistance. You quite enjoyed the company of Chisaki’s underlings, along with that of the man himself.

Every day you’d spend time in the courtyard, or go for a walk along the path against the inside edges of the base. Oftentimes Kurono would accompany you, and the two of you would make small talk over menial subjects. Later on you’d return to Kai’s office where you’d sit on the sofa positioned to the side of the room, reading a novel he’d selected while he worked at his desk.

Generally, your experience went fairly smoothly. The distance you’d put between yourself and the reality outside those tall concrete walls had done a lot of good. However, not everything can be solved with simply removing yourself entirely from a bad situation.

Although your living quarters were comfortable and welcoming, there was something unfamiliar about it that was off putting. To combat this, you decided a quick trip home to pick up a few belongings couldn’t hurt.

It’d only taken you roughly twenty-five minutes to travel back on foot to your small, cheap little single floor house on the edge of town. Another ten to gather some items, and then you walked back to the base. However, upon returning you’d come to understand how badly you’d messed up.

It was early in the morning before you’d left, and there were no examinations scheduled either. Not wanting to bother anyone with your needs, you had left the base alone without notifying Chisaki.

That was your first mistake.

He was waiting for you at the front entrance, arms crossed with an aggravated look on his face, although it was hard to read given the mask hiding a good half of his facial features. But if that didn’t give away his anger, then the death grip he placed on your forearm as he dragged you to your designated bedroom did.

He practically threw you inside the room, slamming the doors behind him. He only took a second to compose himself before speaking. “I thought I made it very clear that you were not to leave the premises, let alone by yourself.”

You knew Chisaki was quite the stern man, seeing first hand once or twice with how he treated his subordinates. But this was new, he’d never gotten mad at you, let alone get physically aggressive.

“I didn’t think it’d be a big deal, I was just grabbing some things to make my room a little more comfortable.”

“Did I not tell you that whatever you needed would be picked up for you?”

His demeanour suggested that the question was not rhetorical. “You did, I know. I just didn’t want to bother Kurono or anyone else to go with me so early.”

Something about your open concern for others seemed to pacify his rage, letting out a sigh before moving to sit on the short couch next to him. Leaning forward, elbows propped on his knees, Kai responded. “Staying inside the base is a crucial part to your healing, I can’t let you leave knowing the danger you’d be putting yourself in without protection. You should refrain from doing something so reckless moving forward.”

You moved from your standing position to sit down next to him, of course keeping a respectable distance knowing his abhorrence to bacteria, and generally people as well. “I’m sorry for making you worry, I was just a bit homesick is all.”

The yakuza turned his head to look at you, brows furrowed in a somewhat inquisitive manner. His amber eyes pierced through yours, seemingly searching for answers to questions that couldn’t be asked. “I hope you’re aware of how important someone like yourself is to my cause. Those without quirks are growing increasingly rare, and it’s causing more issues than the world can keep up with.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “I believe it goes without saying that I’d be deeply upset if anything were to happen to you. Normally I couldn’t be bothered with such a thing… but you’re the exception.”

Chisaki stood up and walked toward the bedroom door before facing you again. “Take a bath and then return to my office with your book. Kurono will be waiting outside your door to escort you.”

You watched him leave the room, waiting for the door to completely shut before letting out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding all this time.

Whatever that was, you never wanted to encounter it again. Maybe, you thought, I’d be better off getting out of here sooner rather than later.

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After the first incident occurred you presumed things would return to normal, but of course that would be too convenient. It seemed that there was now a slight increase in security around the base. The development was immediate, making it hard to miss. Any exits leading outside―those literally outside, say to the courtyard―and gates to exit the compound were guarded by one of Chisaki’s underlings.

On top of that, he had one of his men stationed outside your bedroom 24/7, whether you needed an escort or not. He never bothered to notify you of this change in particular. It only came to your attention after hearing the verbal exchange of two men outside your door, doing what you assumed was rotating shifts.

It was unnerving, to say the least. The incident had been minor as far as you perceived it, but the unspoken changes around you demonstrated otherwise.

Aside from that, you thankfully regarded the steady improvement to your health. Your energy had returned significantly, likely thanks to the mandatory eight hours of sleep. The daily walks had eliminated the general weakness and lack of stamina you experienced. Even your face took on a warm glow, eye-bags almost non existent and blemishes quickly fading.

It would seem that your departure from this temporary rehabilitation would come sooner than you expected.

Yet the more your condition improved, the stricter Kai became with your routine. Not only that, but he also seemed to be growing more comfortable having you near him.

Now, with any normal person this familiarness would only be expected. But you knew better, and a voice deep in the back of your mind was telling you that this new predicament wouldn’t end well.

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The next incident seemed to be the thing that set him off, solidifying your future.

It had been roughly a month and a half since you accepted being cared for at the yakuza’s compound. By now the problems which put you in this situation were almost entirely taken care of, but that didn’t stop Kai from enforcing his rules more than ever.

Frankly, the repetitive, unwavering routine you’d been following was starting to create its own problems within your health―you were going a bit stir crazy.

After the last warning, you’d be lying if you said the main thing keeping you from leaving was fear for how Chisaki would react. Now however, it’d been too long since you experienced the real world, and even if it was only for an hour, you desperately needed to go outside the walls of the compound.

You took the issue to Kai during the time you spent reading in his office. He was going to have to let you do this, staying cooped up any longer wouldn’t be good for you and even he couldn’t ignore that reality.

After what felt like an endless back and forth discussion, seemingly getting nowhere on either side, you started to believe that he really didn’t think the situation was an actual problem.

But you knew he had a soft spot for you, and eventually the man did cave to your request.

Accompanied by one of his more trusted subordinates, you were allowed to leave the base for two hours. You took this much appreciated freedom to do some window shopping here and there, at one point stopping to buy latte―of course not before fighting with your escort over how Kai would disapprove of you doing so, the caffeine apparently being bad for you.

You were nearing the end of your time limit, and still you remained unsatisfied with what felt like an all too brief reintroduction to society.

Pushing your luck, you headed to the center of the downtown area, hoping the bustling life and bright colours would be enough to satiate your need for external stimulation.

Before you had left the compound that day, Kai had stopped you for a moment at the front entrance. The statement was quick―he advised you to stay out of any heavy populated areas. According to him it posed too high of a risk to your safety, and you should heed his words if you knew what was good for you.

However, now that you were out and getting a taste of everything you didn’t even realize you were missing, those warnings were the last thing to concern you. Oh, how foolish you were to even believe there was nothing wrong with going against him for a second.

You heard the destruction before you felt it. The cause of it was unidentifiable, as before you could steal a glance from the source of exploding brick and concrete next to you, an unseen force sent you flying across the pavement and out onto the road. Thankfully traffic immediately came to a halt once onlookers realized the situation, effectively preventing you from being run over. But that did little to console you as painfully, you comprehended your now significantly injured state.

Giving your body a once over, it was clear that the force that threw you away from the building was from the blast of air pressure likely due to an explosion. The damages weren’t too severe, but you were still now sporting a throbbing headache, and what appeared to be a sprained ankle. Aside from that, only developing bruises remained as evidence of the violent event as far as you could tell in your shock induced state.

Understanding you had to get yourself away from the violent, still ongoing conflict, you feebly attempted to stand up. It was a good effort, and if it weren’t for the head injury that was proving to be much more serious, you most likely would’ve been able to get away.

But luck was never on your side to begin with, and only a few seconds went by before black spots appeared in front of your vision. A moment later and you were out cold.

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A hospital room was what you expected, what anyone would expect after being nearly blown to pieces.

Pulling yourself out of unconsciousness to assess exactly where you were was a trying task, but the fear growing in the pit of your stomach served as more than enough motivation.

You remembered being downtown. An explosion. Pain. Then darkness. Taking in your surroundings, you identified the room to be that which you sat through examination after examination in the yakuza’s base.

But Kai was nowhere to be seen, and that only made the feeling of distress worse.

You had no idea how you got there, figuring the likely outcome would be you in the care of an actual doctor. Except that wasn’t the case, and instead you were laying on a bed, wearing clothing that you did not have on before blacking out.

It appeared to be a fairly loose but comfortable sleeveless knee length dress, with a long sleeve sweater overtop of it, both shaded with a pale light blue. In the midst of examining your new outfit, your eyes laid upon a heart monitoring device lightly clipped to your index finger.

Amidst the sudden realization of your current predicament, you failed to notice the steady increase in your heartbeat. But Kai hadn’t.

At that moment one of the two doors of the room, the other attached to a bathroom, swiftly opened. Chisaki stood in the doorway for a moment, seemingly evaluating your now awakened form for a moment before entering, closing the door behind him.

You questioned him before he even had the chance to come near you. “What the hell am I doing here? Why aren’t I in a hospital?” He approached you as you spoke, taking a seat on a wheeled stool next to your bed.

Unfortunately you couldn’t control the shaking in your voice, and it served as a clear indication to the man at just how uneasy you’d grown with the situation.

“My subordinate alerted me of the attack after he found you unconscious. You were brought back here amidst the fighting so I could tend to your injuries, which fortunately are not life threatening.” He spoke in a calm and consistent tone, pausing momentarily before continuing. “There was no need to bring you to a hospital when I’m more than capable of taking care of you.”

Not life threatening? You looked over your body, assessing the damage for yourself. It appeared that you had injured your ankle, as it was now wrapped in some form of brace. Along with that were bandages woven around your knees, and more that you could feel constricting your upper arms where you landed on. Lastly was the dull pain in the back of your head, bringing you back to the moments before blacking out when you experienced a similar sensation.

“I think I should still go see a professional, no offense of course. It’s just I’d feel more comfortable with an expert opinion on the whole thing.” You truly didn’t want to set him off, not after what happened the last time you went against his advice. However, this was not something you could just take lying down, despite the fact that you were literally lying down in bed at the moment.

“I’m going to have to insist that you remain here, it’s the best option for your recovery which may I remind you has not been completed as of yet, and will only be delayed due to this. Not to mention that in your state excessive movement to bring you to a hospital would not only be quite difficult to manage but further damaging to your body as well.”

If it weren’t for the unsettling, stone cold stare he was giving you as he spoke, you would’ve likely retorted with a defense. Yet under that gaze you felt it was impossible to remain strong willed. You’d let him have his way for now, there being only so much time remaining in which his care was necessary.

With that you agreed to his concerns, and perhaps if he wasn’t wearing that obnoxiously large mask you would’ve seen the smirk of satisfaction appear across his face.

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Later that day Kai returned with your dinner, a task he normally left for his subordinates to complete. He set down the tray atop the sliding overbed table, a clipboard in his other hand. Sitting down on the rolling stool next to your bed, he began talking, you listening in silence as you ate.

“I hope you don’t mind but I took a blood sample while you were asleep in case your injuries were more severe than outwardly observable.” He flipped through a few pages on the clipboard before continuing. “It would seem that the supplements are steadily improving your overall condition. It’ll still take some time for certain levels to reach a normal amount for someone of your physique, but this is still good news nonetheless.”

You hummed in response, not wanting to be rude by talking with your mouth full. Chisaki moved to place the clipboard on the counter to your left before facing you again.

“I’m sure by now you’ve taken note of the change in your attire from that prior to being injured.”

You stopped chewing, looking worriedly in his direction. You hadn’t forgotten about this reality, it was more like you chose to ignore it for the time being, hoping nothing would come of it between the two of you.

“You should know that I had one of my female underlings do this for me, the fact of the matter being your clothing was partially destroyed from the explosion and was therefore prohibiting necessary medical attention.”

The pulsing of your heartbeat quickened, having an idea of where this conversation was headed, much to your apprehension. You stared down at the meal in front of you to avoid eye contact at all costs.

“I was able to properly tend to your wounds, but I’m sure you understand when I say that I couldn’t help but notice certain… remnants. Those of past trauma, along with others I didn’t directly observe, those that my subordinate notified me of.”

It was obvious that to access the bruises and cuts sustained from being thrown across the pavement, Chisaki would inevitably see parts of your body that you were all too familiar with just a few years ago.

Things had gotten better since then, they really had. You would never even think about using those same coping methods anymore. But that didn’t change the fact that those memories weren’t something that could just fade overnight, nor would the physical damage they left behind.

It was the last thing you wanted to discuss with Kai right now. He already knew, albeit vaguely, that you used to struggle with your mental health. Not that you weren’t still struggling, it was just now you had healthier ways of handling it. The only thing you could do now was deter him from pressing you further on the matter.

“Listen Kai, I know what you’re referring to, and I understand why you’d be concerned. It’s just… you don’t need to bother with it. I’m better now, at least in that regard. I get that you want to help me, and you have, but this isn’t something you need to worry about. I’ve already taken care of it, I promise.”

Glancing up at him after finishing, you saw more emotion than you’d ever thought someone like himself would be capable of. Although to most it would be insignificant, his intense stare coupled with the furrowed eyebrows, looking as if he truly wanted to comfort you in that moment was reassuring.

He exhaled loudly before responding. “That’s fine, (y/n).” You watched as he removed those white gloves that he seemed to wear like a second skin, placing them on the counter. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help you during that time. Someone like you should have never been subjected to such treatment, and if I had known you back then I would’ve made sure such an occurrence never took place to begin with.”

Now this was… jarringly out of character.

If there was ever a red flag that you missed before, the ensuing events would surely be enough to make it blatantly obvious what exactly was going on.

Wide-eyed and dinner long forgotten, you followed the movement of his hands as they went to gently hold that of your left.

The yakuza waited for what felt like an eternity before carrying on, doing what you could only assume was anticipating the disgust of coming into contact in such a way with you, absent of his constant protective articles.

But the aversion never came.

“All I can do now is ensure you’re never dealt the same treatment again.”

Another moment of silence, stillness.

He gave your hand a small squeeze before releasing his hold, standing up and retrieving his gloves. You were too dumbfounded by the events that just unfolded to respond, so you continued to sit in silence while Kai gathered his belongings.

“Finish your dinner, Kurono will come later and turn off the heart monitor for you to get ready for bed.” He finished pulling on the gloves, picking up the clipboard once he was done and headed towards the only exit of the room.

“You’ll be remaining in this room while your injuries heal. I’ll keep one of my men posted outside if you need anything.” Kai placed a hand on the doorknob, pausing before looking back in your direction.

“Also, you should know that an alarm will go off if you remove the heart monitoring clip on your finger. There’s a button on the side of the bed you can press if you need assistance turning the machine off, say if you need to get up. Otherwise please leave it as it is.”

At that moment he left the examination room, the door closing with a heavy metallic thud that reverberated off the walls.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach was subtle, almost overshadowed by the persisting hunger from abandoning your dinner. But you knew it well to be fear.

A fear that you only suspected would grow the longer you remained in the confines of Chisaki’s compound, the confines of his so-called ‘care.’

(End of Part 1)

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The Honeymoon

In which reader and Fred go on the honeymoon of their dreams to Romania. 💕

Summary: Fred Weasley x Reader go on Honeymoon Word Count: 3147 Note: This took much longer than usual to write. Enjoy!

The party had died down as the night wrapped up. The elves were cleaning as guests filed out. You and Fred stood on either side of the door thanking your guests, and stealing smiles at each other. Once all that was left was the Weasleys and yourself, you all gathered at one of the tables before leaving.

“A final toast, to the bride and groom, y/n and Fred.” Bill exclaimed, holding his glass of firewhiskey. Everyone cheered, smiles around the table.

“To your future together, and may it be everlasting!” Charlie added. Him and Bill looked at Fleur, waiting for her to add something. Staring into the large crystal that served as the table centerpiece, she said nothing.

After a moment you began, “Thank you so much for coming, everyone. We’ve been waiting for this day for almost ten years, and I couldn’t have been more perfect. Being in France, having you here with us, it’s magical…” you added with a smirk.

“And, you know, being married to me I hope?” Fred added from next to you.

“Well of course, love.” You leaned up and gave him a quick kiss. “And a big thank you to Charlie, for taking us back to Romania with him for the honeymoon.”

“Well of course, y/n. You’ll love Romania; the castles, the forests, and of course my dragons.” He added, trailing off with a wink.

***

The next day you and Fred had gathered your things. Most of your belongings would go back to England with Molly and Arthur, but yourselves and the honeymoon luggage would be off with Charlie by portkey.

“Have everything? Ready love?”

“Yes y/n, all good love”he gave you a peck before grabbing the bags and heading out the door. “Charlie wanted to be back in Romania before noon!”

“I know love. It’s quarter-of, portkey travel doesn’t take long.”

“I know my dear, but I don’t exactly want to be the one to get in the way of Charlie and his dragons, not at the start of our honeymoon.”

“Of course.” you embraced in a kiss as Charlie met the two of you.

“It’s already getting late! The dragons are getting frisky.” You and Fred shared a knowing glance as he spoke.

***

Not a minute later the three of you were in a grassy field in Romania. Hearing the roars of dragons not far in the distance, you headed to Charlie’s small cottage.

“Lucky for you, the smaller one next door is empty, that’s where the two of you can stay. Give you some privacy…” Charlie never looked back as he spoke. You reached your cottage, Charlie seemingly satisfied with himself. “Well there ya go. I’ve to tend to the dragons, you can say hi tomorrow when they’ve calmed. Enjoy yourselves and get settled.”

“Thanks!” Fred and yourself said in unison. “Well then,” he continued, “shall we get this holiday started?” He picked you up in his arms, abandoning the luggage as he carried you inside. The cottage was simple yet inviting. A fireplace with a small hearth, a modest table and couch, and stairs leading up to a left which held the bathroom and open-concept bedroom. He carried you all the way up to the bed and set you down. He brought you into a deep kiss. You broke away when he moved down to your jaw and neck.

“Fred, you left the door open and our luggage outside.”

“It’s fine, there’s no one around, we’re completely secluded.”

“Yes but I don’t need your brother walking in on what’s about to happen.”

“Fair enough.” he stood up and headed down the stairs. After setting the bags just inside the door, which he then shut and locked, he was back upstairs and on top of you. Leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, he was taking his time. You dared make a noise as he hit that spot behind your ear, but caught yourself just in time.

“Muffliato.” you muttered at the door before continuing with Fred.

***

You woke up a few hours later, lying on your side with Fred spooning you. It was your favorite way to wake up; feeling so enclosed and secure with his warmth and air engulfing you, knowing nothing bad could happen with Fred right next to you. He stirred when he felt you moving slightly and your heart-rate pick up.

“What time is it, y/n?”

“Judging by the sun, probably around five or six.”

“Merlin, Charlie will come looking for us soon.”

“I know but I don’t want to get up.”

“Me neither, love. But knowing my brother, nothing will stop him from unlocking that door to find us.”

You chuckled as you sat up in the bed, facing your husband. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before climbing out of the bed.

“Looking stunning, love…” Fred quipped, admiring his bride as you headed to your pile of clothes on the floor. You just rolled your eyes and gave a chuckle.

“How is it that you’ve kept the same attitude and demeanour all these years?”

“What do you mean, love?”

“You’ve always been this goofy, carefree, loving person; since the day we met you haven’t changed. I love you, Fred.”

“I love you two, y/n.”

Just as you and Fred were pulling on your final articles of clothing, you heard the lock on the door slide open - coerced by magic - and the door fly open.

“Oi! Been looking for ya’s, it’s well past dinner!”

“Our apologies, Charlie, we’re coming right now if you’ll have us.”

“Well of course, anything for the blushing bride and my brother on their honeymoon.” he gave a warm smile at each of you. “Now if you’ll follow me, I have something outside for ya’s.” You and Fred exchanged puzzled looks and followed the redhead outside.

You walked a path to a grassy bank near the stream. Fred held your hand as you went, staying a few paces behind Charlie. “I’m not sure what he’s got up his sleeve, love.” he whispered as you went, “don’t be surprised if he’s just trying to feed us to the dragons.”

You stifled a laugh as you leaned up to him, “Anything would be okay as long as I’m doing it with you, Freddie.” He blushed as he gripped your hand tighter. He brushed your cheek with his hand as he bent down and brought you into a kiss. Feeling the plush grass around your ankles and the distant buzzing of a bee, the ground seemed to sway beneath you in the best way possible. His hand moved to your lower back as he deepened the kiss.

Before long you, Fred, and Charlie had reached the top of a hill. While gorgeous with plush grass, scenic views, and wildflowers blooming, there was nothing particularly special about the space; at least not to have warranted the fifteen minute hike. “I oughta take my leave here,” Charlie spoke up “but what you’re lookin’ for is just around that last bend over there.” He gave Fred a pat on the shoulder as he began his hike back.

“Shall we?” Fred asked, taking your hand once more and leading you a few feet upwards to the bend in the path Charlie had pointed out.

“We shall.” you finished, giving his hand a squeeze.

You ventured round the bend and as you did the whole world seemed to open up. While you had a stunning view from the last hilltop, where you now stood was absolutely breathtaking. A large, old castle perched atop the mountain peak, looming over the valley below. Bubbling and flowing through the gorge was a crystal-blue river. The air was crisp, birds chirped, and small creatures scampered about. You and Fred couldn’t help but stare, mouths agape, taking in everything.

“Merlin” you muttered, letting go of Fred’s hand to admire the bowtruckle pair on the tree next to you.

“Merlin, indeed” Fred added as a pack of pixies zoomed past him. “I suppose we’re meant to venture in the castle?”

“Wonderful!” you exclaimed, giving your husband a peck before running off into the towering structure.

Inside was an unreal sight. Floating candles donned the high ceilings, with a small table set up in the center. A dinner had been set out and soft ballroom music played in the distance. You and Fred stood, once again shocked, in the doorway.

“Goodness, love, Charlie really went all-out didn’t he?” Fred whispered as he leaned down to you.

“Certainly did.”

“What an absolutely perfect way to spend our first full day as husband and wife.”

“That it is, Freddie.” You took his hand and lead him to the table.

You laughed, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company inside the castle until sunset. “If you’ll come with me outside, I believe the sun is about to set.” You noted to Fred.

“Of course, love” He gave you a loving kiss before heading outside. As you stepped just past the threshold of the castle’s massive doors, a large hippogriff went soaring around the crest of the mountain and off into the distant hills. “My goodness!” Fred exclaimed, “if Charlie didn’t have most of the dragons in the area with him, I’d be scared!” He gave a light chuckle before laying down and guiding you with him. Snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close, he gave a peck on your forehead. “I love you so much, y/n. We’ve only been married a day but it’s been everything I could’ve asked for and more. I’m elated to be starting this journey with you, and even more excited to be here with you right now.” His piercing and loving gaze cast down on you, smiling and radiating all the love in the world.

“Freddie, I love you so much more. From the moment I said ‘I do’ we had started our fantastic journey that can only get better from here. I feel like we’ve already seen amazing things in the few hours we’ve been here, and I can’t wait to see more with you.”

He pulled you into a deep kiss. Reciprocating, you melted into him, embracing his grasp. Staying in the moment for a long while, enjoying the feeling of romanticism and as a newly-married duo. You were locked together for so long that the sun had already gone down.

***

Two days later you woke with a start: it was the day you’d be meeting the dragons. You’d always felt a fondness for the creatures, and care of magical creatures was your best class back in Hogwarts, but Fred had kept you in London. Not that you minded, however. You had the opportunity to travel across eastern Europe, tracing elusive dragon species to preserve their kind, but your love for Fred kept you in place. Now a leading auror slowly climbing the ministry ladder, you couldn’t be happier.

Sensing you, Fred stirred, curling close to you and wrapped both arms around your middle. “Mornin’, love.”

“Hi, Freddie.”

“Ready to meet the dragons?”

“Yes!”, and with that you sprung out of the bed, narrowly missing Fred as he went in for a kiss. As if with a stroke of magic, just as you lept from the bed the door sprung open.

“Oi!” Charlie entered with spring in his step. “Is half past seven! Dragons’ve been waiting forever!”

“Sorry, Char” Fred groaned, slowly rising from the bed. “Was a long night.”

“Oi I bet, mate. Well, enough sittin’ around, be outside in ten, ya?” And just as fast as he came, Charlie was back through the threshold.

“Well he’s right, Fred!” you exclaimed, already downstairs and in fresh clothes. “Dragons!” Fred just groaned as he pulled on a fresh shirt and climbed down from the loft, but you were already out after Charlie.

“S’just a short walk to ma dragons. They’ve been waitin’ ever since I told ‘em they’d have visitors.”

You and Fred exchanged hopeful glances as you began the short walk down the hill to the dragons.

***

“Now before we go any farther,” Charlie spoke up just before rounding a corner, “you need to be calm and quiet. No sudden sounds or movements! We’ll start with the gentler folk.” He rounded the corner with you and Fred trailing behind. You came into a clearing with various large, roped-off sections. “Now of course we respect these creatures and they roam free. The only thing protecting ya is the forcefield in the sky. Once we go through that gate, it’s you, me, and the dragons. But we’ll be fine.”

You and Fred took deep breaths as you crossed through the small gate. You squeezed Fred’s hang tight and stifled a squeal.

“This here is Maggie, the Common Welsh Green dragon. She used to have a friend, but she went off to a conservatory in, you guessed it, Wales. They’re pretty gentle unless provoked, but again, stay calm.” He let out a whistle, and the dragon came swooping down, and he gave it a gentle stroke on the nose. “Y/n? Care to have a closer look?”

You wormed your way out of Fred’s grasp and skipped over to Charlie. The dragon wasn’t huge, but you were still scared. You hadn’t seen a dragon in person since Hogwarts, and even that was for metres away.

“Just go slow and be gentle, you’ll be fine.” Charlie took your hand and slowly guided it up towards the dragon, speaking to her the whole time. “Hey there, Mags. This is y/n, she’s super nice and loves dragons. She’s family so don’t worry.” Your hand made contact with the scaled being, and she let out a snort. You jerked back, but Charlie’s grip kept you generally in place. “It’s okay,” he reassured. You drew your hand up and down the dragon’s snout as she opened and closed her eyes in a happy manner. After a few moments, you turned back to Fred.

“Would you like to try, love?”, but as you looked back Fred was white as a ghost and frozen in place. “Fred? Freddie are you alright?” You started to run over to him, but were quickly reminded by Charlie to not do so. You made your way to your husband and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. You questioned again, but to no response. Charlie then came over.

“Shoulda mentioned he’s a wee bit scared of dragons. Always has been up close. He never said anything?”

“What? No. I assumed he loved them and that’s why he agreed to come here.”

“Oh no. He’s bloody terrified. Guess he just loves ya that much.”

You rested your other hand on Fred’s shoulder. “Why don’t you head back to the cottage dear. I’ll be alright.” You gave him a peck on the cheek as he managed to barely nod his head. In just an instant he apparated away, too scared to actually walk away despite the guaranteed security just metres away beyond the gate.

“Want to continue, y/n?”

“Oh yes of course! He’ll be fine.” you gave a longing glance behind you before catching up with Charlie.

“Now you can’t stroke the rest of ‘em, but at least you can meet them.” After a short walk, you came to the next set of low-hanging ropes. “This is my Hebridean Black, Zenith. They like space, so don’t get close.” He let out another low whistle and a much larger dragon came swooping down.

“Wow!” you exclaimed - quietly. You took in the beautiful dragon before you, remembering every detail. Before you could take in any more of him, the large creature flew away.

“Told you he likes privacy. Shall we meet the rest.” After many hours you’d met Frieda the Antipodean Opaleye in its small valley setting, Camie the Romanian Longhorn, Chimney and Jiminy the Swedish Short-Snouts, Nessie the Peruvian Vipertooth, Francesca the Chinese Fireball, Biddy the Ukranian Ironbelly, and Brewster the Hungarian Horntail. You finally came to the last set of ropes. “These are the Norwegian Ridgebacks, and I think you know one of them.” With another call of the whistle you’d come to know, two dragons came swooping down in elegant flips and turns, one of which you immediately recognized to be Norbert.

“Norbert!” you called out, earning a daggering stare from Charlie. “It’s fine, Char. Norbert and I were buddies before you came and adopted him.” Charlie’s eyebrows raised and his mouth turned up at the corners. Norbert let out an excited roar at your sight and voice. You hesitated to get close, as he was much larger than when you had last seen him.

“Glad to have a reunion. And this is Sally. She’s Norbert’s… special friend.”

“Awww! Norbert and Sally, that’s cute!” You and Charlie admired the dragons a while longer before heading back to the cottages, and by then it was almost sunset.

“Hope you enjoyed seein’ the dragons, y/n.”

“Oh of course, Charlie! Thank you so much for letting us stay here, it’s a shame we’re leaving in the morning.”

“Well you’re welcome back anytime.” You exchanged nods before heading into your respective cottages.

“Fred?” you called out when you entered. Your husband was relaxed on the couch, reading a book and enjoying a cup of tea. “Hey, love. You seem to be doing better.”

“Hi, love” he gave you a quick peck, “don’t worry about me. Did you have fun?”

“Oh tons of fun. I felt like I was just a third-year spending hours in the library reading about dragons again. We should talk about what happened.” He had a smile watching you talk about the dragons, which quickly faded.

“There’s nothing to talk about, y/n.” he said, wrapping an arm around you and guiding you down to the couch with him where you snuggled up together. “It’s just that dragons aren’t my favorite thing.”

“I’ve never seen you do that. I didn’t think the great Fred Weasley was scared of anything…” you trailed off with a chuckle. “Why’d you agree to come here, then?”

“Well first I wouldn’t say scared, just mildly irked. And secondly, I knew it would make you happy. Besides, who better than be to protect my wife from scary dragons?”

“I don’t know, maybe your all-star auror wife?” You both let out chuckles as he picked you up and brought you to the bed. You got changed into pyjamas and settled into bed, nuzzling against Fred. “What an amazing honeymoon, love. Couldn’t have asked for better. And I’m so happy to be here with you.”

“And I as well, y/n. What a beautiful start to our marriage. Shame we have to go home in the morning.”

“Yeah, but I have a surprise ready I think you’ll like.” Before he could ask any questions you muttered “nox” and snuggled further into Fred before drifting off to sleep.

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