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mariposa-writes · 7 months

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The Rumor Mill

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Word count: 1.2k

Overview: The truth hurts more than the rumors.

CW: infidelity, betrayal, emotional distress, and relationship complications.

As the rumors continued to spread, you couldn't help but feel a jumbled mix of frustration and hurt. Every other day seemed to bring about a new headline or TikTok video speculating on Travis Kelce and Taylor Swift's supposed relationship. You knew that it shouldn't matter. After all, you and Travis were nothing more than friends with benefits. Despite all this, it didn't make the rumors sting any less.

You wouldn't have agreed to being fuck buddies if you'd known what laid ahead. In the beginning, it sounded like a great idea; both of your jobs were too time consuming for any kind of committed relationship. Yet after some time, you started to develop feelings for the six-foot-five tight end, and you couldn't help the ball of anxiety that continued to grow in your stomach, knowing that you'd be the one walking away with a broken heart.

It was Travis's fault, really, for being so infuriatingly perfect. He went above and beyond to make sure you felt cherished, both inside and outside the bedroom. From ordering takeout on your busiest nights to ensuring that your pleasure surpassed his in every encounter, he always left you feeling valued.

He texted you this evening, asking what you were up to. You knew this was his way of inviting himself over for sex. Typically, you'd be all for it, but with all the rumors going around, you decided against it. Sorry, not feeling too good. Started my period. That was the response you gave him. It wasn't completely false - your period had indeed started and you weren't exactly feeling your best either. However, Travis usually didn't mind when you were on your period and the amazing orgasms he gifted tended to ease away any cramps.

You didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead tossing your phone on the white fluffy rug and heading for your kitchen. All you wanted to do was curl up on your couch with a tub of ice cream and watch reruns of love island, to make yourself feel a little better about your life.

You grabbed the rocky road from the fridge, doing just that as you snuggled into your comfy couch. You only made it through one and a half episodes, before your door bell was ringing. You groaned, throwing the blanket off of you and heading for the front door.

It was probably your stupid neighbor lady, wanting to complain about how you didn't hid your trashcans well enough. You yanked open the door, ready to go off on the poor soul standing on the other size, but to your surprise Travis was there with flowers and a grocery bag in his hand, a Walgreens bag specifically.

"Brought you some things to help you feel better," he announced, his tone gentle and caring, making your stomach flutter. Without a word, you stepped aside, inviting him into your space.

A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he placed the bag and flowers on your spotless kitchen counter. The vibrant bouquet added a touch of color to the room, and you couldn't help but appreciate the gesture even though a knot of mixed emotions still clung to your heart.

"Thanks but you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice laced with genuine gratitude and a hint of reluctance. You wanted to convey your appreciation, but the complicated nature of your relationship with Travis made accepting such kindness a double-edged sword.

A scoff escaped your lips, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes as you turned away from him. If you truly held a place of significance in his life, why did he talk so casually about his potential involvement with Taylor Swift on his podcast? That single conversation had been the catalyst for all the rumors, and deep down, you couldn't completely dismiss the possibility that they might be true. After all, the two of you rarely shared the intricate details of your day-to-day lives.

His brows furrowed, his concern evident in his furrowed brow. "What was that about?"

"Nothing," you mumbled, refusing to meet his gaze.

He persisted, a determined note creeping into his voice. "It was clearly something."

You hesitated, the words lingering on the tip of your tongue. The turmoil of emotions within you was too tangled to unravel in this moment, but Travis deserved to know your thoughts, even if they were filled with uncertainty.

Sighing, you finally spoke, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "It doesn't matter right now."

He rounded the kitchen island, his steps purposeful as he positioned himself squarely in front of you. In a decisive move, he gently but firmly grasped your wrists, his touch demanding your full attention. "You can tell me if something's wrong," he persisted, his eyes locked onto yours, his determination unwavering.

You drew in a deep breath, your mind racing with the weight of the question that had been gnawing at you. Maybe it was best to confront it head-on, to rip off the bandage, even if it meant facing an uncomfortable truth.

"Are the rumors about you and Taylor Swift true?" The words slipped from your lips, laced with a mixture of anxiety and longing. You held your gaze steady, searching for any hint of honesty in his eyes. "Are you two talking, or dating, or anything like that?" The silence that followed your question stretched, urging you to speak again.

He sighed, releasing your wrists and rubbing his chin, his actions speaking louder than words. The lack of an immediate response told you more than you needed to know, and a wellspring of emotions surged within you.

"Seriously?" you questioned, taking a step back from him, anger seeping into your voice. "I thought you had enough respect to at least end things with me before pursuing an international superstar." You were furious, and the betrayal you felt was palpable.

When you and Travis had embarked on this arrangement, you had agreed on one fundamental rule – exclusivity. Despite the lack of a formal commitment, there was an unspoken understanding that you wouldn't be sleeping with other people, even if your connection wasn't officially labeled as a relationship.

He knew about your past, about your parents and your father's infidelity that had marred your childhood. He knew that infidelity was the one thing you despised above all else. He knew it was the reason you had been hesitant to pursue conventional relationships or believe in the concept of love.

You took a deep, steadying breath, your efforts aimed at quelling the storm of emotions inside you. "You need to go," you said, your voice firm and resolute. When he remained rooted in place, you added with an urgency, "Now."

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly, his voice laced with remorse as he retrieved his keys from the kitchen island, his footsteps carrying him toward the front door.

Your silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken disappointment, as you waited for the telltale sound of the door closing behind him. When it finally did, it was as if a dam had burst within you, and the tears flowed freely. Each tear felt like a piece of your heart breaking, and the pain was almost unbearable. You had believed Travis to be a good guy, someone different from the men you had known before. Yet, in this moment, it seemed he had let you down, just like so many others had in the past.

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unclewaynemunson · 2 years

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Okay so @willowworkswithwords sent me this fucking perfect prompt about Steve casually mentioning how much of an asshole his dad is is during a movie night at the Munsons and Wayne immediately shifting into Concerned mode, and I almost finished the thing but then tumblr glitched and i lost it to the void forever. I learned my lesson to never save anything to tumblr without backup ever again, buuut here it finally is:

Wayne first met Steve Harrington long before Eddie officially started dating the boy. He figured out that his nephew was head over heels before Eddie himself did. He hadn't been too thrilled about it, at first. In his experience, boys like Steve Harrington, with his big car and neatly ironed polo shirts, could only want two things from boys like his Eddie: drugs and secret encounters in the dark before he'd finally follow the path that was perfectly mapped out for him by his parents. But it didn't take him too long before he admitted that he had misjudged the boy. He noticed it even before Eddie himself did: Steve Harrington had fallen like a brick for his nephew, and he was in it for the long run.

He mostly met the boy in passing, whenever he'd come home from his night shift while Steve was just leaving the trailer park, or when he'd be heading out to get to work at the same time as Steve came by to pick up Eddie for a date or to hang out with that group of freshmen that Eddie would never stop talking about. The boy was always perfectly polite to him, calling him things like Sir and Mister, apologizing for being in his space and thanking him for the most ridiculous little things. Wayne thought it was a bit much, but he supposed that it was just how the boy had been raised, all formal and uptight. There was something behind it, however, a certain guarded look in his eyes, that always gave Wayne this uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He didn't quite understand what that was all about – until the three of them were having a movie night in the trailer on one of Wayne's nights off.

The two boys were all over each other on the couch, their legs entangled and their fingers intertwined, with their heads as close together as if they'd die if they wouldn't be breathing the exact same air. It made Wayne wish he had a camera on him; instead, he tried to imprint the picture into his memory.

He didn't care too much for the movie, which was about some rich teenage girl trying to break free from the restrictive uptown life that was suffocating her by getting herself some no-good boyfriend in a leather jacket – who Steve and Eddie enthusiastically agreed was a “hot piece of ass.” The main bad guy was the girl's dad, a character who checked off all the rich asshole dad stereotypes: suit that made him look bigger than he actually was, wife who let herself be bossed around by him at all times, and that kind of undefinable charisma, which made everyone else feel like all the air had left the room whenever he'd walk in.

'He kinda reminds me of my dad,' said Steve while leaning forward to get himself a handful of popcorn. It was just an innocent, offhand remark, and sounded perfectly nonchalant – but as he said it, the camera zoomed in on the girl's face to convey one single emotion: fear.

Steve leaned back into the couch and stuffed his mouth full of popcorn, getting crumbs all over his shirt and seemingly not noticing how both Wayne and Eddie had frozen by his remark.

Wayne met his nephew's wide-eyed gaze over the top of Steve's big hair. Wayne wasn't exactly a talkative person, and over the years in which Eddie had been living with him, they had perfected the art of silent communication, not needing more than some looks and gestures to have complete conversations with each other.

Wayne raised an eyebrow at Eddie, which meant something along the lines of Did you know about this?

Eddie responded with a barely-visible nod.

Wayne made a sideways movement with his head. Why didn't you tell me?

Eddie shrugged. It wasn't my place to tell, that meant.

Wayne nodded at him and turned his gaze back to the screen, but he was too preoccupied with other thoughts to properly shift his attention back to the plot.

'You wanna stay over?' Eddie asked Steve when the movie was finished.

Steve's eyes immediately flashed to Wayne's corner, that familiar guarded look in them. 'Um... Would you – would it be okay if I stayed the night, sir?'

'You can stay whenever you like, son,' said Wayne. 'And stop calling me sir, alright?'

'Alright, yeah, okay, sorry sir,' Steve stammered, which made Eddie burst into loud laughter. Wayne merely shook his head and got up from his chair.

He never sat Steve down for some official talk about his asshole dad – that wasn't his style anyway. He preferred conveying the message by little gestures: calling him “son” whenever he had the chance, refusing to be called “sir” ever again, giving him a key to the trailer, inviting him over to watch basketball together, taking him fishing when they both had a day off work... After a while, that guarded look finally disappeared from the boy's face. But it returned a couple months later, when Steve accidentally called Wayne “dad” in a distracted moment. Wayne didn't say anything about it; he merely gave the boy a pat on his shoulder to let him know it was okay. He didn't mind getting called “dad” by Steve Harrington for one bit.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #willow thank you so much for sending me this prompt i really loved it #wayne munson my beloved #ficlet #stranger things #wayne munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fruity ficlet

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gatorlovebot · 8 months

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this is a direct continuation of this piece here. read more of my king!simon blurbs here <3

it had been three days since simon had been stabbed and you, unsurprisingly, had not gotten out of bed. once the carriage leading simon to the hospital was off castle grounds you had become almost inconsolable. sympathetic staff members attempting to get you together, convince you that the king was in good hands, that he was strong and in good health, and that he would make it.

it didn’t matter, none of their words helped the way it felt like your world was truly falling a part right before your eyes. simon was your whole world. he was usually the first person you talked to in the morning and the last person you talked to before going to bed. you shared every meal together, you accompanied him to every outing, every meeting, regardless of how boring. you knew how he took his tea and he was the only one that allowed you to do it, complaining that no one else knew how to do it like you. you washed his hair at night and clung to his arm when you walked around the bustling city with him

it might have been stupid but you considered simon to be your closest friend, and you believed he felt the same about you. what were you supposed to do without your best friend?

in those three days you hadn’t heard anything regarding simon’s condition. everyone in the castle left you alone, to suffer and rot alone in your bed. you were almost scared to leave your room, too afraid to get the confirmation to your worst fear. you know realistically someone would have come to you to break the news if simon had passed, so you’re still holding on to a little bit of hope.

the sun had risen for another day with no word on simon. another day for your emotions to fester and your hope to fade, up until midday, when there was a knock on your door.

your body was heavy and sluggish as you heaved yourself up from your bed to the door. you had no work without the king, so you had spent your days curled in your uncomfortable bed, unmoving. you tried to be hopeful as you reached for the doorknob, but all that you could feel was sorrow as you revealed the doctor on the other side of your door.

he had a small smile on his face that was unreadable to you given the circumstance. was it his attempt at kindness and sympathy before he gave you the terrible news? what is out of pity as he took in your disheveled and unkempt appearance? “hello, my dear.” he greeted in a soft tone.

you couldn’t take it, couldn’t take any pleasantries or politeness, pleading with him to just please tell you whatever he came here to tell you. “well, i’ve had a hell of a morning trying to wrangle our king into his bed.”

“what?” you questioned, your voice laced in astonishment. “he’s-” your voice cracked on the question, eyes welling with tears as you began to grasp the implications of the doctors words.

“alive? yes, yes he is, my dear.” the doctor assured you, taking your hands in his grasp. “i spent all morning monitoring his condition, making sure he was stable enough to finish his recovery in the castle. do you want to know the only thing he asked for?”

you couldn’t come up with an answer, barely even listening to him as all you could think about was that simon was alive.

he squeezed your hands, “you, he only asked for you.”

a sob left your lips, not one of despair, but one of incredulous joy at your king, your simon, wanting you. the doctor let go of your hands and gestured to the door with an expectant expression, “you better not keep him waiting any longer.”

all you could do was give the doctor a quick hug, hoping to convey all your gratitude you had him for in a tight embrace, before running out of the room. your bare feet slapped against the stone as you climbed up stair after stair, passing by maids and butlers without a word. your hurried gait didn’t slow until you got up to the long hall that led to simon’s room, spotting the guards at the doors, the moment becoming more and more real as you approached them.

the guards just gave you a nod as they grasped the door handles and pulled the doors open. as you made it over the threshold you almost fell to your knees in relief at the sight of simon in his bed. his back was towards you, bare and pale. you noticed a large patch of gauze covering the wound that almost took him away from you. you watched, intently, for a moment, cataloging the way ribs expanded with each breath before finally making it over to his bed.

after days of waiting, at long last you saw his face, smushed against his plush pillows. you felt a weight being lifted off your shoulders, like you could finally breathe for the first time in days. you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out, a need to touch, to feel. you graced a finger down his cheek, over one of his scars that he got years ago when he would go out to battle with his men. you gasped as he suddenly snapped his eyes open and a hand was grasped around your wrist.

within a second, recognition washed over his face as he took you in. “oh thank god, it’s finally you.” he whispered earnestly, voice hoarse. he didn’t let go of your wrist, bringing your hand back up to his face, nuzzling himself against it.

when you felt tears against your hand you couldn’t help but warble out a pathetic, “oh, simon.”

“get in here.” he damned, voice wet and thick as he adjusted to make space for you.

it was probably a bad idea to get into bed with a man who was supposed to be recovering from a near fatal stab wound but that wasn’t stopping you from crawling in underneath the covers. there was no opportunity at keeping a respectable distance between you two when his strong arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. you shamelessly groped his back and molded yourself to his front, nuzzling your face into his throat, wanting to be as close as possible to the man that you thought you lost.

your emotions from the last few days overtake you as you wept out, pitifully, “i thought i lost you.”

he squeezes you tighter in response before he affirms, “i thought i was going to lose you, too.”

your heart clenches, knowing that your relationship was just as important to him as it was to you. you tried to calm your breathing but your mind was flooding with the memories from the days previous, how he was ripped out of your arms after asking for your care. “they took you away from me.”

his hold on your became impossibly tight as he growled, “i’ll kill them all.”

you finally got some sense over yourself at his sudden mood shift. your hands that had been clutching at his strong and broad back reached up past his neck to scritch through his hair, trying to soothe him. “no, no, simon, you just have to relax right now. i need you to rest so you can get better.” you pleaded with him.

his rigid body began to loosen at your words, muscles relaxing around you until you could gently rest your head along his chest.

he took a deep, calming breath before promising, “anything for you, lovie.”

#gator.writing #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley imagine #cod x reader #hope you guys like it!!#i'm a little stumped on what to write for them next so feel free to send me ideas!#king simon

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yoonavii · 10 months

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Getting hugged by his crush

Pairing: Sukuna x Y/n

Requests are open!

Sukuna, typically not used to physical displays of affection, would find himself momentarily taken aback by the sudden hug. His eyes will widen slightly, and he would pause for a moment, processing the unexpected contact.

As the surprise hug wears off, Sukuna's instinctual response might kick in, causing his body to tense up like a board. This could be due to his naturally guarded nature, combined with the fact that he’s not used to such physical contact….such warmth.

Sukuna would battle conflicting emotions. On one hand, his pride and the weight of his curse might cause him to hesitate and question the sincerity of the hug. However, deep down, a part of him would appreciate the genuine display of affection from his crush.

Despite his initial tension, Sukuna would gradually allow himself to relax into the hug. He might let out a faint sigh or even a subtle, reciprocating embrace, subtly conveying his reciprocated feelings. While he might not openly admit it, his actions would reveal a softening of his typically stoic demeanor.

In that moment, Sukuna would experience a brief flicker of vulnerability. Being hugged by his crush would momentarily break down his walls one by one, allowing him to feel a genuine connection. Although he might not express it as others might do, deep inside, he would treasure the experience and recognize the significance of the intimate gesture.

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You suddenly wrap your arms around Sukuna in a warm embrace. He stiffens momentarily and his eyes widen at the act.

“…What?”

“I just wanted to let you know how much you mean to me, Sukuna.” You told him softly with a smile. Sakuna tenses, but slowly relaxes “Hmph… Such audacity to embrace the King of Curses.”

You couldn’t help but laugh “You may be the King of Curses, but behind that, you’re also a person deserving of affection.” Sakuna softens slightly, his guarded expression falters little by little “I suppose even a king can appreciate a moment of tenderness… You have a way of surprising me.”

You continue holding on, but this time, you rest your head on his back, inviting all your warmth to him. “Well, you’ve intrigued me like no one else. I couldn’t resist showing you how much I care about you”

He pauses, a hint of curiosity in his eyes and even a faint wave of heat to his cheeks “Is that so? You’re unafraid of the darkness I carry?”

“Oh I’m far from afraid.” You tease. You saw the opportunity and took it “I see beyond the curses and find the person worth getting close to. That’s love is it not?”

Sukuna smirks, a mixture of surprise and appreciation. “You're bolder than I anticipated Y/N. Perhaps you’re the one who can truly handle me.”

©𝐘𝐀𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

#sakuna #jjk sakuna #sakuna x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu toji #jujutsu sorcerer #jjk x poc!reader #jjk x reader #jjk x plus size reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x you #itadori x reader #itadori x y/n #itadori x you #sakuna fluff #toji

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ladyrhaerhae · 1 year

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The Bloom of My Heart

Synopsis: It’s been such a while since you’ve spent time with your partner and you’ve decided to plan a small surprise picnic for both of you to unwind and relax. How do they react?

Genre: Diabolically sickening fluff, you all have been warned!

Author’s Note: this was supposed to be for valentine’s day last month but i ended up getting swamped with work and other duties sjdfhskjdfsd but anyways, enjoy!

DILUC

Receiving gifts wasn’t a foreign concept nor rare occurrence for the red-eyed wine tycoon.

If anything, he would like to say he was sick of it. Aside from his disdain for the very product his own family supports and finds livelihood from, the constant image and good relations he must keep to keep said business thriving and flowing invites a lot of instances where he would receive complimentary gifts and items from his business partners. Some would send as a gesture of good will, others with hidden agendas and ulterior motives.

But of course, you are the exception. You will always be the exception.

When you pleaded for him to free up a couple of hours during the day to spend some time with him, he reluctantly agreed despite the hectic schedule and tasks he needed to follow up and accomplish within that day. He already figured out you were arranging some sort of surprise, but what you had planned was something he had no idea about at all.

You could imagine how he could physically feel his cheeks heat up to a degree he thought would endanger his own body temperature and the way his heart’s paced raced faster than the adrenaline and excitement he would feel coursing through his veins when he found himself seated atop a private and safe clearing near Windrise, a picnic blanket set on the ground and a basket filled with food and drinks positioned in the middle.

When you shyly tugged on his sleeve and handed him a bouquet of small lampgrass you gathered yourself along with a box clumsily wrapped, he couldn’t stop himself from gathering your gifts on one arm and grabbing you with his other.

His arm wrapped around your waist and your chests collided, a small “oof!” of surprise escaping you as he buried himself in the cook of your neck. How was he so lucky to have found you? What did he do to deserve the blessing that was your existence, your very being in his life?

Diluc was not a man whose words littered with flattery and praise, but he would be damned if he couldn’t show how much he appreciated you for your efforts. When he pulled back and gazed at you with the widest smile and the softest of looks with his bright red eyes, he had hoped that this would be more than enough to convey the overflowing stream of emotions he was unable to verbalize out loud aside from the usual words of affections you two would share underneath the hush and curtains of privacy, away from the world.

And when he saw you return the smile and your cheeks flush nearly the same shade as his fiery red hair, there was no doubting each other’s emotions as you shared a kiss underneath the large branches of the tree, with the soft breeze brushing past you and the crystaflies dancing in the air, much like the fluttering beats of both of your hearts.

ALHAITHAM

As “rational” and “logical” he may be, there was no denying that Alhaitham understood the nuances and contexts of social interactions including romantic exchanges. After all, when he unexpectedly found himself falling in love with you and realizing he wanted to be with you, it would be as irrational and illogical for him to act in a way that would push you away or make you want to distance yourself from him.

When you asked him whether he was available for lunch on a certain sunny day, he already assumed that you would have a picnic idea prepared somewhere nearby. It wasn’t just a random guess either; he had picked up on your actions from the days leading up to that moment. The way you had invested more attention and detail to grocery shopping, the new picnic blanket and basket you had tried to hide beneath the storage by your shared home from his line of sight, and the rather suspicious way you tried to plead with him to leave his schedule vacant during noon-

Really, it was like you weren’t even trying.

So when he appeared collected and not at all phased when you tried to bring him to a reserved spot near Yazadaha Pool, he tried his best not to let a small amused smirk appear on his face.

What he didn’t expect, however, was the bouquet of sand grease pupa and flowers of what seemed to come from a well-known monster located around the northern desert of Sumeru. His eyes blinked so fast as he tried to make sense of what exactly you had just handed him- a gift or a prank?

It didn’t matter though when he heard the ringing of your uncontrollable laughter upon witnessing the Grand Scribe’s facial expression. He let out a short scoff and tried to appear as if offended by the gift, but he couldn’t stay that way when you wrapped your arms around his waist and gave him a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips.

To outdo and surprise Alhaitham of all people was certainly a feat, but to grab his heart and make it your own was something he knew no ordinary person could do.

With the bouquet of pupas and monster drops and your voice filling the air with stories about your day, he couldn’t help but lean his head atop of yours and allow you to rest on his chest as the afternoon sun rose high in the sky and shone down upon both of you- it’s warmth giving Alhaitham enough excuse to hide the blush that formed in his face when you brushed your lips against his, but not enough to hide the erratic beating of his own heart.

CYNO

Yet another individual who seems as if he isn’t well-versed in the context of human relationships, but is really just a secret softie underneath the front he constantly puts as General Mahamatra.

It didn’t take any kind of coaxing or bargaining at all for him to agree with spending some of his free time with you. Had it not been for his personal duties, he would gladly spend all the time in the world just staying by your side.

He was quite curious on what you had planned, but still trusted you even when you gave him a slip of paper and made him try to solve for the mysterious place you had arranged for your little date.

It didn’t take much time to figure out the location of your date, but he couldn’t say it was a little fun with how you used references from TCG to lure him in and try to make him lose his way there.

He was the General Mahamatra, nothing could possibly distract him from his goals when he set his eyes on it.

... is what he thought until he tripped over a subtle lump of earth after his eyes landed on you.

You were waiting for him by a neatly arranged picnic blanket spread across the grass. In your arms were a fresh bouquet of Padisarah flowers mixed with Sumeru roses and other brightly colored flowers and a gentle yet giddy smile on your face.

Maybe it was the way the sunlight hit your figure that it looked like you were a dazzling, mythical being and the way your eyes glittered with mirth and joy- he wasn’t sure- but it was such a sight that it was practically inevitable he would trip over the ground and almost fall on his face.

When he heard your worried words accompanied with a few snickers of laughter, he couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face as well. He watched as your giddy face turned bashful as you shyly handed him the bouquet you prepared for him and how your cheeks reddened from embarrassment when you told him that you planned all this as a way to give him a break and to spend more special time with one another.

He gladly accepted your bouquet with one arm and tenderly cupped your cheek with the other. His thumb brushed on the soft surface of your cheek and underneath the skin of his hand he could feel the warmth emanating from your embarrassed and shy face. A small whisper of gratitude left his lips, a quiet gesture from the seemingly intimidating and feared General Mahamatra, but not equating to how big and impactful your existence was to his life and how he silently swore with the very same breath that spoke of your name to protect your smile and the warmth you bring into his life.

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #cyno x reader #diluc x reader #fluff #really fluffy #im making up for the angst i posted previously #sfw

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hericaslibrary · 4 months

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𝐆𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | Kissing his scar

summary : you're both going out, but one of his insecurities is resurfacing.

featuring : Sabo x fem!reader

w.c : 865

The seconds dragged on like hours as you anxiously waited for your boyfriend, Sabo, to emerge from the bathroom. The urgency in your voice lingered, “Babe, we need to go right now!”

Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, and Sabo stepped out, a puzzled expression on his face. His damp hair suggested he had rushed through his shower. “What's going on, my love ? Why do we need to leave so suddenly?”

“They're all waiting for us, and remember that we promised Koala and Hack not to be late?” you reminded him, trying to convey the urgency of the situation.

“Relax, I'm sure they can wait five more minutes,” he said, glancing at his watch as if to emphasize that time was still on your side.

Looking at him, you couldn't help but inject a bit of humor into the tense situation. “I thought I was the one taking the most time in the bathroom between the two of us. What are you doing? Are you trying the last lipstick I bought?” you teased, hoping to lighten the mood.

Sabo chuckled, his earlier calm demeanor cracking into a smile. “Maybe I found a shade that complements my eyes,” he quipped, feigning a thoughtful expression.

He was drying his blond locks while you patiently waited for him, the warm, artificial breeze from the dryer tousled his hair.

With a casual glance at the clock, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. Time seemed to slip away faster than the rivulets of water running down the windowpane.

“What's taking you so long?” you teased. “I thought you were the one who wanted to perfect your makeup skills, not your hair-drying technique.”

He shot you a playful grin, the hairdryer momentarily silenced. “Well, you know how important it is to maintain the perfect balance between tousled and effortlessly chic,” he retorted, feigning seriousness before breaking into a lighthearted laugh.

“Mmmmh, okay, I'm giving you ten minutes or you will be the one to wash the dishes tomorrow,” you said.

Sabo raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Ten minutes? You drive a hard bargain. I'll have you know that perfecting my look requires an artist's precision,” he responded with a smirk.

With each passing minute, however, the pressure of time increased. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe, arms crossed, and mockingly tapped your foot. “Tick-tock, Sabo. The dishes won't wash themselves, you know.”

“Alright, alright. I'm almost done; I'm just trying to hide that stupid scar,” Sabo said, his tone a mix of self-consciousness and amusement. As he stood in front of the mirror, he tugged at his locks, attempting to conceal the scar on his left eye.

You watched him with a soft smile, appreciating his vulnerability in that moment. The scar, a testament to some past adventure or mishap.

“Hey, don't be so hard on yourself. That scar just adds character,” you reassured him, reaching out to gently brush his hand away from his hair. “Besides, you're perfect just the way you are.”

Looking at him with love, you gently held his face and kissed his scar. The tender gesture carried a silent acknowledgment of the battles he had faced, the stories etched into the lines on his skin. Sabo's eyes softened at the unexpected display of affection.

Breaking the silence, Sabo whispered, “Thank you.” His voice carried a mixture of emotions — gratitude, love, and a touch of vulnerability.

As you pulled back, a soft smile lingered on your lips. “You're welcome,” you replied, your gaze locked with his.

“But before we go, I need something very important,” he said.

“What?” you replied, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

“Mmmh, I think that when both people love each other, they usually share a kiss, no?” Sabo's voice carried a playful tease, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of mischief and affection.

A grin spread across your face as you realized the significance of his request. “Well, I suppose it would be a shame not to follow such a timeless tradition,” you replied, leaning in with a playful twinkle in your eye.

Sabo's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine. His gaze was locked on yours, a depth of emotion swirling in his eyes.

He cradled the side of your face as he kissed you with mounting passion. You threw your arms around his shoulders, kissing him with a scandalously needy sigh. And Sabo kissed you in return as though the world had dissolved.

However, the serenity was abruptly shattered by the chime of a phone notification, a sound that pierced through the intimate bubble you had created. With a soft sigh, Sabo pulled away, his eyes meeting yours with a hint of reluctance.

“Ok, I think we really need to stop, or Koala is going to kill us,” you said, a laugh bubbling up in your throat as you glanced at the phone in Sabo's hand.

He chuckled, running a hand through his hair as if to collect himself. “Right, we wouldn't want to face the wrath of Koala. Let's save that for another time,” he teased, giving you one last lingering look before the outside world rushed back into focus.

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siriuslydeadfr · 4 months

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The thing about Luca is that. And I say this as a writer, I suppose, but also as a queer person, that he exudes a certain feeling of safety, and comfort. Like, to have him play something will mean he's going to give you his everything. No matter the character, you'll see a sincerity that isn't just the product of the script, or the demand of it, but also the mind of the actor.

To know that a person of his calibre is out there playing queer characters so effortlessly, and without a doubt in their mind, without any prejudice blinding his artistic choices and who he is as a person, it's obviously a ray of hope, but it is also, then, a kind of trust, even if it is just parasocial in many ways.

I know if it's Luca playing a certain queer character - regardless of what happens to them in the script, that is if the script is stupid and insincere to the queer perspective in certain ways - I'd still easily trust him to do justice to the queer experience, for how sincerely he plays everything.

The whole every-character-of-his having a underlying homoerotic quality to them is all fun and cool and great and beautiful, but also, it's so fucking refreshing

It's been decades of asking for the correct representation in media, it's been years and years of queerbaiting and, if not that, just general lack of care

I've been accustomed to just wanting some of my favourite characters to be gay. Just thinking and wishing and hoping that someone someday will let them reach the full scope of their personality, let them have the right sort of ending, see first the fabric of their person, and not just the thread of their sexuality, and maybe then write the script. There have been all sorts of emotions, and so to find now a person who is doing just that? It's pure beauty.

For a while now it's been changing, more and more shows and films are becoming inclusive and accepting and understanding of the queer gaze, and it's so beautiful that Luca contributes to it with his whole heart, and has been for a long while.

Many must remember how it used to get with artists and makers always denying or trying to tip toe around the obvious queerbait, or shying away from the conversations that involved that queer perspective, or outright rejecting the very idea- it happens still - but then you see the likes of Luca and Marwan being comfortable in each other's company and also about the love they shared on screen (especially, i think, it begs to say, with them being men), talking happily about their characters, making playlists for them, recommending poems for them

A lot many actors now are open to these conversations, a lot of them now talk about it with nuance and care, with just the right words, and though it's in no way any less a contribution to the conversation, or any less genuine, but again, there is something to be said about the ease Luca shows.

Again, as I said before.. it feels safe, with him.

In a lot of his interviews, he doesn't bat an eye before saying things like - I was lucky to have him as my husband. And he means it, you can tell that by the smile on his face. When people are focusing on the movies' objective and the friendships in it, he easily goes and says it's not only the friendship, but also the love.

In another of his interviews, there was once this question about Roberta, about if he knew what was demanded from him and how he prepared for a transsexual character. I remember it because I was almost sure I'll be hearing some generic answer like I studied trans people for this role and this that blah blah, something ignorant, basically. I was braced for it. But he just said. (And he was talking in english, and all that he was trying to say was conveyed more through his face and gestures, it was super cute actually) - I read the script, and I just felt something. I didn't think about playing a transsexual, but a woman, with a friend. It was important for me to show the love she had for him. So. I just played a woman helping out a friend :)

And I was like ?? wait that's? That's all? You're not going to go deep into the character's psyche and the great moral upstanding you must be feeling for doing a role like this? You're not going to talk about how you "prepared" for this role or how it was "different" for you?

I was so used to people doing that, his simple answer took me by surprise.

and that's what's so refreshing, so comforting.

There's no hesitation in him, no prejudice or preconceived notions or activism, even, compelling his choices and words.

It's just him, plain and simple.

He's committed to his art in a way that people rarely are. Especially in media, where even big companies and huge hollywood stars often fail you.

I wish more people in this world were like him. So gently open in his ways, so effortless in his understanding and acceptance that it becomes intrinsic to him.

He's one of the few people, I would say, who are an artist not just by work, but also by nature.

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Soap being jealous of roach? (TW for slight panic attack(?), intrusive thoughts and gore) - angst no comfort

Everyone knows how hard soap feels. He loves with his whole being; he loves with shoulder pats, confident and casual small talk, tiny gestures that mean the world to the people around him.

What everyone probably does not know is that soap feels hard for every single emotion. Anger is simple enough to see: steadfast disobedience at clear orders, growling at choices he doesn’t agree with, bubbling up in his throat to explode sometimes in the form of a punch.

Empathy is one of the things soap chooses to push down at times - it’s hard to do what he does if he thinks about the people involved too hard. Every opportunity he allows himself to connect emotionally with the people around him; he does.

Jealousy however; isn’t a foreign emotion to him. Contrary to what people may see on surface level, soap is not positive. He can laugh and smile, but he can just as easily shout and sneer. Soap isn’t proud of this, and he despises feeling this way almost every single day. There is a reason he’s so friendly all the time - the constant and very real fear of being replaced. He has to leave his mark, he has to be remembered. When he dies, what will he show for it? Will people remember him? Will people miss him? Will people even care?

So when this…roach shows up, how exactly is he supposed to react? He tries really hard; he really really does, but he knows it’s all futile in the end. Soap can handle him having inside jokes with Price and Gaz, Price looking at him exactly like how he sees all of 141, with pride and a trusting gaze. Soap quietly seethes. Gaz has inside jokes with roach, clapping him on the back and giving him a noogie, like roach is his little brother. Soap bites the inside of his cheek and it explodes with a stinging metal taste. But he cannot help the sickening jealousy that finally bursts in his head when he sees the soft crinkle of ghost’s eye when roach smiles at him.

What a fuckin’ cockroach.

He blinks, looking away quickly to take a sip of his beer, the lights in the bar suddenly too bright, the non-stop chattering suddenly too loud; and everything is crashing down at once. Everything is wrong. This is just wrong. He pushes it down though, smiles just the right way, laughs just in the right pitch. He couldn’t resist resting an elbow on ghost’s shoulder though, placing it there like a signal. See? He allows me to do this. Only me. I’m closer to him than you are.

Only when ghost finishes his bourbon, he picks up roach’s drink and takes a sip. Soap’s eyes widen slightly, only conveying a tiny ass fraction of the pure surprise that explodes in his body, locking him rigid. He glances between Price and Gaz, acting as if this is completely normal. Even when Ghost gives off an approving hum, placing down the glass with a small thunk, the sound echoing through soap’s mind. Even when roach acts like that was nothing. Even when they don’t notice soap hasn’t contributed in the conversation as much as he usually does. Even when- even when- even-

Soap takes the biggest gulp of air he can take discreetly, blowing it out into his cup as he takes another fuckin sip. Just like Ghost did with Roach’s glass.

He stands up, not patting Ghost’s shoulder as he tells them he needs to take a piss. He doesn’t look at any of them. He physically can’t. Every time he blinks he sees himself punching roach in the face, ripping the mask off and stuffing it down his throat. He sees himself breaking a beer bottle in half, slicing his neck cleanly and watching the blood steadily pour out. He sees himself sobbing at the table, begging to know that he isn’t a replacement to roach. He sees himself banging his head against the table until his brain matter slides off and falls onto the ground. He-

Soap dunks his head under the tap, taking in heaps of air until he’s borderline hyperventilating, trying to not get lost in his own head. He knows it isn’t roach’s fault. He’s been great company he’s the fucking worst and everything he’s feeling is the culmination of his own insecurity. But fuck, if that doesn’t just piss him off even more. Knowing there isn’t an actual reason to hate roach. He groans, slamming the edge of his palm to his forehead repeatedly to try and clear his brain.

Soap wants to rip this ugly feeling out of his chest, he wants to be normal. He needs to be normal. Soap wants to grab the black tar that gathers in his throat and chest, cleanse himself of everything. Soap wants to rip his hair out. Soap wants to know that he is safe. Soap wants to scratch his skin raw. Soap wants to bleed until he cannot feel anymore. Soap wants-

Soap looks up from the sink as the bathroom door opens. Speak of the god damned devil. Roach and Soap make eye contact with each other, an awkward silence filling the air for a few seconds before

Hey.

“Hey man.”

Roach shuffles a bit awkwardly to the sink, filling the silence with the sound of running water as soap dries his face. Just as he was about to turn and walk out the door, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Soap’s tense muscles somehow locked even more as he turned towards roach, hoping his facial expression wasn’t saying I hope you die in a ditch somewhere.

Sorry if tonight was awkward. I know how disorienting it can be to meet new people out of the blue. Especially since I used to be part of 141 and stuff… Roach’s hands falter and he wrings his hands nervously, as if not knowing what to say. Soap just stares at him. And…you seem like a really nice person. I would wanna get to know you better, if that’s okay with you? Roach looks at him with hesitation and Soap does. Not. Move. He probably took a lot longer than usual to reply, to even move or change his facial expression, but once his mind truly absorbs the words,

“Of course. Any friend of 141 is a friend of mine.” Soap automatically pats roach on the back and gives him an all teeth smile. Crinkles at the eyes. Warm look. Roach relaxes instantly, clapping him on the bicep.

Idiot. It’s probably a good thing no one else really knows how he feels.

#robs ramblings #I really need to work on how to end my blurbs #man #hope this is good tho #I quite like it #I have another draft up in the bank that’s fluff and angst #you guessed it #it’s ghoap #I rlly like soap being jealous #the jealous troupe in general #banger I eat that shit UP #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john price #kyle gaz garrick #gary roach sanderson

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ladyveronikawrites · 4 days

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Scar - Chapter Five

PAIRING: Jolly Karlsson x Sam (ofc)

What if your teenage daughter's fantasy became your reality?

Summary: Samantha surprises her daughter, Lyric, with tickets to see her favorite band for her sixteenth birthday. What's supposed to be one the best days of her daughter's life, also becomes hers.

CW: none, just dadomens trying to find momomens

happy bday jolly💛

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Sam’s chest tightens as Jolly’s carefree laughter fills her car. It feels like an eternity since someone other than Lyric was sharing the front seat with her, let alone another man. She tried the online dating thing– but with her crazy work schedule and Lyric’s after-school and weekend practices– it doesn’t leave her much time for dating.

“So how long have you lived here?” Jolly’s sudden and intriguing question softens the pressure in her chest. No other man has asked me that before.

“I grew up here, but left when I graduated high school,” she sucks in a shaky breath as she continues. “Fate would have it that I would come back when James did; we always knew we wanted to raise a family here.”

“James sounds like a really great guy and a wonderful father to Lyric,” Jolly says softly as Sam pulls into the hotel parking lot.

“He was the best at everything,” she confesses as she pulls her SUV into the nearest parking spot to park. “The best father, the best handyman around the house, a supportive husband…” Jolly watches as her green eyes shimmer bright before a tear wells and cascades down her cheek.

Swiftly, he unbuckles slipping from the seat belt to lean closer to Sam. His hands hesitate as he ponders if she is comfortable with him touching her but when he catches the small nod he moves in to cup her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle brush of his thumbs.

“Thank you,” her whisper fills the space between them.

He would give anything to take away her pain and sorrow, but all he can muster is a small smile that he hopes conveys how he feels. As Jolly begins to pull away, he finds moist lips pressed against his. He tenses to the touch at first but when she parts her lips for him, he’s done for. He leans in, mouth hungry, tongue ready to explore more. He licks at her bottom lip, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her in closer. And he stops. Shit, what if I went too fast? What if I misread the signs? Wait, did she actually kiss me?

Something stirs in Sam when Jolly touches her face. His hands are so warm and comforting that the tears she was holding back finally break. An unfamiliar emotion bubbles in her stomach as Jolly leans forward; the scent of him overwhelms her senses. Before her brain can stop her heart, she leans. His warm lips against hers sparks electricity down her spine. She can’t get enough. She melts into Jolly when he runs his fingers through her strands. His tongue is moist against her bottom lip and she is more than ready to let him in. Her lips still burn when he abruptly pulls away. When her eyes pop open she finds Jolly with a pained expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “Did I overstep?” His thick accent accentuates the concern in his voice.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sam reassures the Swede with a smile.

Suddenly, the tall guitarist yawns, stretching as best he can in the small space, causing Sam to do the same. “Wanna go up to my room?” With a shy giggle and a playful punch to Jolly’s arm, Sam agrees.

Jolly opens the door of his room with a sweeping gesture of his arm, “Welcome to my crib.” His husky tone turns into a snicker when Sam smacks him in the arm as she steps by.

“You’re a dork,” she huffs a laugh as she enters the room.

“I know,” he winks at her before threading his fingers to hers and leading her further into the room. There’s a large white bed against a navy blue accent wall and across from it hangs a flat-screen TV. An L-shaped couch fills the space under the window next to the bed.

“This is where the magic happens so make yourself comfy, Sam. There’s water and booze in the mini fridge and the TV remote is on the bedside table. I’m going to take a quick shower.” She makes a small noise in understanding but doesn’t move from the window as she takes in the view of her small hometown. The shrill of the tap turning on pulls her from her nostalgia so she makes her way to the bed. She steps out of her beloved Converse, settles into the covers, and starts to scroll through the TV guide.

Loud knocking stirs Sam awake. Rolling to her side, something digs into her stomach. Her eyebrows scrunch together when she finds the remote strangled in a death grip. Way to go, Sam, you fell asleep clutching onto the remote, like an old grandpa.

Groaning, she slides out of bed and stretches rubbing her neck. Fuck me. I’m going to need to see my chiro on Monday. I hope she can squeeze me in. God, I hope Jolly doesn’t think I’m lame. Wait, did we kiss-

“You’re awake!” Jolly’s bright voice breaks through Sam’s post-nap brain fog. When she turns her head following the sound she gets lightheaded. Swaying slightly, she grips the arm of the couch and settles herself onto the furniture, hoping Jolly didn’t notice. If he did, he was gracious enough not to say anything as he continued. “The guys are heading out to see a movie, want to come?”

“Sure!” she says without hesitation, ecstatic to spend more time with Jolly. But soon insecurity takes its rightful place in the pit of her stomach. “But let me fix my hair real quick,” she rushes by him, nerves bubbling in her stomach– but when Jolly grips her wrist, it’s not forceful, but just enough that she stops dead in her tracks. The setting sun casts a warm glow on Jolly’s long brunette hair forming a halo of light around him.

“You look beautiful, Samantha.” Jolly takes a step closer closing the space between them. He tucks in a lock of hair behind her ear before brushing the pad of his thumb over her cheek. Sam feels her cheeks warm to the delicate touch and finds herself leaning into him. Looking up at him, his expression is soft- the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles at her. She sneaks a glance at his lips and back at his eyes hoping he didn’t notice. She wants him to kiss her, wants to feel more of his touch, wants to feel love again– but her old heart is so scared. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as Jolly leans down, willing her eyes shut she balls her shaking hands into fists. “Stay”, she tells herself “don’t run.” His hot breath is warm against her cheek. Her heart feels like it’s going to burst from her chest– suddenly she jumps when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey lovebirds, you two ready?” Noah yells from the other side of the door. Sam’s cheeks flame red at the nickname and she curls into herself overcome with shyness.

“He’s an ass, isn’t he,” Jolly chuckles squeezing Sam’s shoulders. Her small smile spreads into a wide grin, “yeah he is.” He pulls her into him and she unfurls her arms to hug him back. For a few breaths, they remain as her heartbeat steadies, the scent of him soothing her senses and her nerves.

“Ready?” he hums as he twirls his fingers in her hair.

“Yeah,” she says softly pulling from the embrace. This time she doesn’t stop herself from threading her fingers into his as they walk to the door. When the pair reach the lobby Sam finds the rest of the band lounging on various couches and chairs and Matt is pacing.

“The Uber is late,” Matt groans pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll drive!” Sam chimes in as she squeezes Jolly’s hand despite her insecurity still looming in the back of her mind.

Matt stops dead in his tracks, “Are you sure?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” she lets go of Jolly’s hand to walk past Matt. “Come on.” She waves over her shoulder for the band boys to follow her. Jolly meets up with Sam to open the car door for her. Before he ducks out he pecks a kiss to her cheek. She giggles as she settles in the driver's seat.

“Alright boys, buckle up please.” She grins, looking up at the rearview mirror as Matt, Noah, Nick, Nicholas, and Bryan pile In. A mutual groan rumbles through the car. “Yes mom,” they grumble and groan in unison.

There are a scattering of families and couples in the theater as the pair stroll in behind the rest of the guys. Sam is about to slide in beside Nicholas when Jolly grips the back of her elbow causing her to stop.

“Come on,” he nods his head to the top dark corner row of seats which happen to be vacant.

Butterflies dance in her stomach as they ascend the dimly lit staircase. It’s impossibly warm when she sits down and Jolly follows suit, their knees brushing together when he hands her, her drink. Sam takes a few sips hoping the soda will quench her thirst and give her some relief; unfortunately, it does not.

As the opening credits start, Jolly’s heart pounds in his chest as the opening credits start. He’s been waiting anxiously for this movie for as long as Nicholas has been ranting and raving about it. The one show all of them seemed to like and a tour favorite, so when Noah mentioned the movie, he could only hope that Sam would want to come too. In the corner of his eye, he sees her start to fidget with the popcorn bag nervously. Absentmindedly, he places his hand on her thigh as the scene starts.

Sam busies her hands by eating some popcorn, almost too aware of how she chews, she grips the bag a little tighter when suddenly Jolly’s hand rests on her thigh. Her body tenses to the touch. She wants to say something, to ask him to move his hand, but instead, she goes against every fiber of her being when she sets down the popcorn and places her hand on his.

“Oh, sorry,” Jolly jumps slightly when their hands touch, pulling his hand away. When Sam looks up at him, concern furrows his brows and creases the corners of his eyes. His eyes look nothing like her late husband’s and at this moment Sam has come to terms with it. She finally gives in to what her heart has been telling her all along. The pads of her fingers graze his cheek and for a few heartbeats, they exist in the space between them where nothing else matters. Her gaze drifts to his plump lips and back to his eyes.

She nods, silently saying Yes! Please! I want to kiss you! Before pulling him in closer, their lips just barely touching. Sam squeezes her eyes shut and presses her lips onto his. When Jolly kisses her back, it’s soft yet cautious. She tilts her head, clasping his head between her hands to pull him in. A giggle erupts from her throat when his stubble brushes against her cheek, making Jolly pull away slightly. He puts a finger to her lips just as a nearby shh echoes from a few seats away.

Jolly leans in, “I have a way to keep you quiet,” he whispers in her ear, his hot breath and suggestive tone send a shiver spider crawling down her spine. His lips ghost her cheek before replacing the finger to her lip. She invites the heat of the kiss, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt as his tongue parts her lips. When the pair are both breathless, he places a chaste kiss on her cheek. He kisses the tops of her knuckles before they find their resting place on his thigh. The world melts away in their soft embrace, hands entwined and hearts beating as one.

Sam blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the theater lights flickering on. Sure she has no idea what happened in the movie, but she couldn’t care less as long as she was next to Jolly. She doesn’t know what will happen next between them and right now she’s okay with that. Jolly gathers their trash and she follows closely until she can slide her hand back into his. When they reach the other guys outside, she spots them climbing into their Uber. Her stomach drops when the reality hits her that Jolly will be leaving too. She can’t help when a lump forms in her throat and her eyes prick with tears.

“It’s time-” Jolly stops dead in his tracks when he spots the tears cascading down her cheeks. Before his feet step off the curb he turns and pulls her in tight, arms wrapping around her waist.

“I got you,” he says low and calm as she starts to shake. “I don’t want this night to end either, Samantha. These last few days have been some of the best days on tour and I can’t thank you enough. This is not goodbye, ok?”

He pulls back to wipe away her tears, caressing her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Smile, pretty girl,” he smiles when she giggles and pink washes over her cheeks. “We play only a few hours away tomorrow and I snagged you VIP if you want to come. I know it’s a school night but I still wanted to offer.”

Sam doesn’t hesitate when she wraps her arms around his neck in excitement. She knows she will be dead tired come Monday morning-thankfully just an in-service day before the end of the school year- so she can show up a little late.

“Yes, yes I’ll be there!”

“I can’t wait!” Jolly leans down for one more kiss. “Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, Jolly,” she says before kissing him back. She watches as the full moon illuminates his path to the others. She smiles to herself, smitten- a feeling she hasn’t felt in so long.

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zeroducks-2 · 7 months

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When I see this (🤌) emoji, I don't think WTF, I think Chef's Kiss, which are completely different vibes. Honestly I didn't even know that it was used as a negative thing, if I see it somewhere I assume it's a positive. The more you know, I suppose! I'll have to make sure I don't use it anymore in my fic comments, I don't want someone to misunderstand and think I didn't like it when I did

It's because you (and many other people) mix up the "chef kiss" (which is achieved by doing the ok hand emoji, this one 👌, and kissing your thumb) and the "what the fuck" Italian gesture which is this one 🤌.

Let me provide a visual reference.

this is a chef kiss.

and this is the "what the fuck" Italian gesture.

That gesture is rude, you do it only if you know that the people around you won't get offended. Depending from different social contexts, it's considered borderline insulting or anyway people might think you don't have manners. Doing it to someone while angry means you're saying that the other person is full of shit, and what they're saying makes no sense (if you're ranting to a friend about something and do that gesture, it means that you think that whatever/whoever you're ranting about makes no sense or is full of shit). When I see it under an art or a fic it makes me crack up because it essentially reads as "what the fuck is this". I did laugh about it a whole lot when I found it on my fic, for sure. Obviously I understood that the commenter didn't mean anything bad, but still I assume people would wanna know if they're using a potentially offensive gesture lol.

And obviously the misunderstanding is not your fault, anon. You use it as you saw other people using it, and mine wasn't that much of a serious post anyway, it's easy to read intentions regardless of the emoji. Just know that if you're using it to mean "this is good" and OP is an Italian person, the first thing they'll think when seeing it is not what you were trying to convey.

It's the same feeling I get from something that goes more or less like this: "Oh this is awesome, I really love the emotions you poured into this art🖕" lmao

#my asks #I understand why that gesture got popular among all other italian gestures because it looks funny #but yeah it doesn't mean anything positive #please don't go about doing it in front of italian people they'll awkwardly laugh at you lol

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ohallthecrushes · 9 months

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"A forehead kiss melts away any frozen hearts"

A/N: it's a short fluff. Kinda silly. Totally not self-indulgent. xd I'm working on something longer, but because Ive had this very long break from writing, I need to warm up first, with short stories. You can send me ideas if you want, I'd appreciate that.😺

Summary: Morpheus finds out what effect a simple forehead kiss has on Reader.

It was a quiet evening in the Dreaming, and Morpheus found himself standing beside you in the tranquil garden. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the blossoming flowers and tall trees - a scene specially crafted for your eyes. As you both conversed about the night's affairs, Morpheus noticed a subtle tension in your shoulders. He had seen this before, a sign that you were trying to maintain your aloof exterior.

"I see you have mastered the art of the enigmatic Snow queen persona," Morpheus remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You grinned playfully. "You noticed, huh? Well, it keeps strangers at bay."

"And what about friends?" Morpheus asked, his gaze gentle yet inquisitive.

Your smile faltered slightly, and you looked away. Morpheus never hesitated to ask you thought-provoking questions. You liked that, though sometimes it was hard to answer them.

You bit your lower lip. "I... I suppose it's a hard habit to break."

Silence settled between you, and Morpheus found himself studying your features. He saw the guarded look in your eyes and the faint trace of vulnerability you tried to hide. In that moment, he felt a strong desire to reassure you, to let you know that you were cherished just as you were.

Without overthinking it, Morpheus reached out and gently brushed stray hairs from your forehead. Before you had a chance to ask him what he was doing, he gave you a soft, lingering kiss a little above and just between your brows. He hoped to convey his care and affection with this simple gesture.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at him, your eyes widening in surprise. For a moment, your walls seemed to crumble, and you allowed yourself to bask in the warmth of his touch.

"W-what was it?" You stammered in a soft voice, your cheeks flushing slightly.

"My affection for you." He answered sincerely, and you found yourself unable to look away from him.

In that moment, you realized how much you yearned for this kind of tenderness, how much you longed to feel loved and appreciated by him.

"I... " your voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you."

Morpheus nodded, his gaze unwavering. "There's no need to thank me. It was my way to show you that..." He paused, a hint of nervousness in his voice quickly disappeared. "I appreciate your presence in the Dreaming. Your heart is kind, and your spirit is brave. I admire you, Y/N."

The words washed over your, and you felt a swell of emotions in you chest. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply smile and leaned into Morpheus.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling ypu close in a gentle embrace. You felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over you, as if you had finally found a place where you could be yourself, without any pretenses.

"I admire you too, Dream lord."

#sandman fanfiction #sandman x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus

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the-himawari · 1 year

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A3! Kamikizaka Reni - Translation [SSR] Us on April 1st (1/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Haruto: “Do you not realize it? That’s deceit.”

Shift: “No, it’s not!”

Haruto: “Try asking yourself. Did you truly wish him luck from the bottom of your heart? Can you say that there that is absolutely no jealousy or resentment within you?”

Shift: “That’s not true. I’m supporting him, always. Even if our paths may differ, I—"

Reni: And cut. …There may be a little too much dialogue.

Haruto: Eh?

Reni: With Shift and Haruto as they are now, the sentiments of this scene can be conveyed without dialogue, and through your expressions and gestures. And so, I think this scene would make more of an impact if we cut some of the lines and presented some different expressions.

Shift: Does that mean our actin’ is getting better? Woo!

Madoka: I see… that’s a great learning opportunity! I will make a few adjustments to the lines!

Reni: And rework the lighting plan accordingly. Let us aim to focus on the emotional aspect.

Haruto: The image of the scene changes and it becomes a lot more memorable! As expected from Reni-san…!

Reni: Let us wrap up today’s rehearsal here. I have a meeting with the Fleur Award Committee after this.

Shift: Alright, I’ll do some practicing on my own after.

Madoka: I will stay back a little longer to revise the script!

Reni: Very well. I leave the rest to you, Haruto.

Haruto: You got it!

-pause-

Reni: (…Too many lines, hm?)

*flashback starts*

Yukio: Zzz, zzz…

Reni: …Wake up, Tachibana. Class is already dismissed.

Yukio: School’s over? Reni, we won’t make it in time if we don’t hurry!

Reni: What do you mean? Are we not heading to our club room?

Yukio: There’s a play that I absolutely want to watch with you today! It’s free for students! We definitely gotta see it!

Reni: You should have said so earlier. Actually, don’t doze off in the first place, and—.

Yukio: Hurry now, hurry now!

Reni: *Sigh*…

-pause-

Actor A: “I’m sorry.”

Actor B: “…”

Actor A: “…”

Reni: … (This deafening silence… it feels so strained, yet it draws you into the actors' performance. (I had no idea this kind of performance existed.) (I wonder what Tachibana thinks—)

Yukio: …

Reni: (He’s focusing. I suppose I am the only one who is struck by this part.)

-pause-

Yukio: So, what’d you think?

Reni: It was splendid from the very beginning. The production was astonishing. The lead actor was a given, but the supporting cast were also impressive.

Yukio: The direction approaching the climax was amazing, wasn’t it! I never would’ve thought of that.

Reni: I was also taken aback by the silent performance in the last scene.

Yuki: Yeah, right! Same here!

Reni: …The message was conveyed even without words.

Yukio: I feel like they left it up to the audience. It’s open to interpretation.

Reni: Very good point.

Yukio: That scene made me wonder what you were thinking. I was going to ask you afterwards.

Reni: (…So Tachibana was thinking the same thing.) I would love for us to create a play like that as well one day.

Yukio: You’ll be able to do it. That kind of performance. I’ll be sure to make you bloom just like that some day, Reni!

Reni: …Who do you think you are?

*flashback ends*

Reni: (However, I had no idea back then. How that man in front of me was going to act when he stood on stage—) (—I had no way of knowing until the day of that culture festival.)

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#a3!#a3! translation #kamikizaka reni #act! addict! actors!

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defectivehero · 2 years

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destined to intertwine

“Well, this is rather inconvenient,” the scientist sighs, tugging at the red string on their finger that attaches the two of them together. The villain can’t help but echo the sentiment. It’s not like the string will prevent them from leading separate lives, but they’ve heard horror stories of soulmates that tried to resist the bond. Those stories always featured immense pain and unsavory emotions with distance.

“It’s not my fault,” the villain huffs, crossing their arms over their chest. The scarlet string dangles tantalizingly from their finger. They resist the very strong urge to rip it. Unfortunately, they doubt that the string is easily breakable. Besides, the scientist is currently glaring at them- as if they know what they’re thinking.

“It’s not mine either,” the scientist clarifies, causing the villain to roll their eyes. There’s an incredulous look on their face at that. “What? How was I supposed to know that the string binds us together like this?”

“You’re a scientist,” the villain hisses, their irritation growing. This nerd is entirely useless, aren't they? The villain sighs. It's just their luck that their soulmate is a dimwitted scientist. “It’s, like, your job to know these things.”

“I don't study soulmates,” the scientist seethes, still not quite meeting their gaze. “I have much more important things to worry about.” The villain rolls their eyes again. It’s just about the only gesture that can convey their annoyance, irritation, and impatience all in one movement.

“Well, maybe you should study soulmates,” they snap. “Then we could figure out how to get out of this predicament.” The villain gestures emphatically, glaring at the string furiously. The scientist remains infuriatingly silent. The villain wonders if they know just how much their silence annoys them.

“I don’t see you coming up with any bright ideas,” the scientist eventually argues. Somehow, that phrase incites a reaction within the villain. They realize something, only for the scientist to shoot them down. “Don’t say scissors.”

“Aw,” the villain pouts dramatically, a smirk growing on their face without refrain. They experimentally tug on the string and, subsequently, the bond. For a moment, nothing happens. Soon enough, however, a pained hiss slips from the scientist’s lips. They grimace.

“Don’t do that, idiot,” the scientist admonishes them. The villain simply raises their eyebrows, refusing to lose to the pathetic urge to feel guilty about their actions. “Gods, why did I have to be stuck with you?”

“You think I’m happy about this?” The villain can’t quite keep their emotionless facade. Hurt stings in their chest at the scientist’s remarks, loathe they are to admit it. They lick their lips and shake their head in disbelief. “I’m burdened by this just as much has you are. You’re a scientist, but that doesn’t automatically make you the loser in this situation!”

“You’re right.” The villain’s thoughts are running a mile a minute. They can’t stop the words from slipping from their lips.

“I mean, seriously, that doesn’t make you- wait. What?” The villain freezes, processing what the other just said. Perhaps they misheard. Did the scientist just... apologize to them? No, surely not. They're just hearing things.

“I’m sorry,” the scientist says, their head bent down. The villain can’t see the expression on their face, but the harsh pull to their shoulders suggests that they're troubled. “I know you don’t want to be stuck with me. For what it’s worth, though... you’re not that bad.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” the villain finds themselves saying. Their heart begins to race, all of a sudden. It definitely doesn’t have anything to do with the scientist finally meeting their gaze. Definitely not.

“Don’t worry, we’ll figure this out,” the scientist says reassuringly, placing a hand on top of theirs. The villain wants to vindictively shove their hand away, but something in them feels lighter upon the other’s touch. So, instead, they settle for remaining silent in the scientist’s- no, their soulmate’s- company.

snippet + endnotes after the cut <3

the villain: *smirks*

the scientist, gritting their teeth: no scissors.

the villain: *frowning for a moment before smirking again*

the scientist, irritated: no shears, either!

y’all this has been in my drafts for forever. like, the amount of times i've scrolled past it... sheesh. but!! this pair has me in a chokehold now...

let me know if you want to see more of these two. i have some ideas for a part two. :0

#defectivehero #hero x villain #not at all really but #I like using the tag shut up #heroes and villains #scientist x villain #short fic #snippet #writing #emotional whump #hurt/comfort #ig #um #I cant remember what to tag oopsie #anyway im posting this at a wayyy different time #as a test xD #we shall see

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thyandrawrites · 1 year

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Dabi's dance

I'm losing my mind. The episode was SO GOOD. Have some scattered thoughts and reactions (spoiler-heavy stuff under the cut):

I had full faith that Shimono would do a stellar job with his voice acting but his performance went above and beyond my expectations. He gave me literal chills. The range of emotions he managed to fit into Dabi's lines? *chef kiss* The way he kept jumping between maddened elation and sadness, between righteous despair and chilling fury?? Stunning. Spectacular.

I think my favourite part was when he said "Why didn't you notice I was your son?" and managed to inject that simple line with contempt, hurt and disappointment at the same time. Incredible

Second best part was when Dabi went from yelling "You don't know anything, so let me break it to you" with seething rage and frustration to the chilling way he uttered the line right after, "You can never get away from your past". HHHHHHHHHH I think I lost my mind there. It was SO GOOD. The shift from frenzied anger to that ice-cold voice, coupled with the punch of that line gives you whiplash in the best possible way, and perfectly encapsulates the range of Dabi's emotions there. He's spiralling, yes, but he's not spouting nonsense because he's "crazy". He's furious because Enji thought he could move on without him, move on from Touya.

The close-up to his despairing pose when he says "I wanted to make you happy," a hand clutching his head and gripping his hair like when he was a kid, and his voice going all soft and kinda self-deprecatory... CHILLS

On a completely different note, the special hair dye remover changing Dabi's hair color like a magical girl transformation made me laugh. On behalf of the moon, he will punish you and send you into a flaming hell

THE DANCING. Okay, this one was a surprise. I went into the ep with 0 expectations for the actual dancing bit, having no idea how they would animate it and fearing a shitty adaptation, but I really liked what they did. His moves are exactly as awkward and frenzied as I expected them to be when I read the manga, but I feel like the anime better conveys Dabi's mental state through the whole thing (as it's supposed to, being a fluid visual media that conveys movement better than any stills ever could). Overall, his "dance" gave me the feeling of a puppet that got its strings abruptly cut off and moved like a broken toy. It wasn't a victory dance and it wasn't supposed to. The anime made it clear it was just Dabi working through his adrenaline. The first moves, the clapping, the arms moving wildly around with no clear pattern, the broad sweeping gestures, the way he seemingly doesn't know what to do with his limbs... it was the perfect depiction of Dabi letting out the energy building up under his skin, the same energy that draws on his emotions. He was drunk on a cocktail of conflicting feelings and his "dance" was a great visual way of showing that

Baby Touya was so small and precious TT_TT I felt my heart breaking for him all over again, and all the little glimpses we got crushed my soul. The card in the ending was a special low blow

Infant Touya struggling to stand on his tiny toddler feet *bawls*

Fuyumi and the flower... cries... now if only all of Bones' additions were good content like this...

Natsuo watching the broadcast on his phone... idk why but that scene punched me in the chest harder than it did when I read the manga. I'm gonna go cry

Fuyumi having colleagues right there with her as she watched too... another addition but I liked the detail of the guy looking worriedly at her instead of the screen

I'm not super thrilled that they added the still of Dabi looking like this:

at this point of the story, because the original panel comes from much later, and it's supposed to depict Dabi from Enji's distorted POV, the way he pictures him in his memories. But I'm so happy about the whole ep that I'm gonna let this slide. Dabi should look a bit unhinged. It's his best flavor after all

Man, Endvr's fanboy is just as annoying as I remembered. "His lies won't shake our faith in our hero" WELL MAYBE THEY SHOULD. MAYBE PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE EXACTLY THE KIND OF PEOPLE DABI'S CALLING OUT. Wouldn't that be crazy

Ha! they didn't show Hawks slicing Twice's back open, lol. Just a still. But hey, they had to keep it pg I guess. Let it not be said that Dabi doesn't think of the children /j

Kaji (Shouto's VA) also did an incredible job. The sheer panic in Shouto's voice when Dabi was plummeting towards them gave me chills. My boy was SCARED and CONFUSED and barely keeping his shit together himself and my heart broke for him. Now I'm really looking forward to his performance (and Shimono's) in the next ep, knowing what's coming

#bnha anime #thyandra.txt

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saoirse-murphy · 3 months

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Fun little one-shot

It is my delulu hour what can I say🤷‍♀️ also hope this makes sense, Enjoy!

Pairing-Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Teen audiences and up Summary: Harry finally decides to confess his feelings toward Malfoy for let's be honest years. Harry gets a bit more than he was expecting Tags: Oneshot, Harry x Draco, Love Confessions

The vast corridors of Hogwarts, with their enchanted walls and moving staircases, echoed the hustle and bustle of students. Amid the lively chatter, Harry Potter found himself grappling with an unusual bout of shyness—a feeling unfamiliar to the Chosen One who had faced countless challenges. His heart, usually steady in the face of danger, now thudded with a different kind of uncertainty.

Draco Malfoy, the platinum-haired Slytherin, stood in a cluster of students, engaged in casual conversation. Harry lingered on the periphery, his hand nervously playing with the edge of his robes. He had something important to say, something that had been lingering in his thoughts like a persistent charm.

Summoning courage, Harry took a step forward, only to retreat as self-doubt crept in. He felt like a first-year again, grappling with the awkwardness of social interactions. The realization that he, too, could be struck by the whims of nervousness caught him off guard.

Ginny Weasley, ever perceptive, noticed Harry's inner turmoil. With a supportive smile, she gave him a gentle nudge in Draco's direction. "Just go for it, Harry. You've faced dragons and dark wizards; talking to Malfoy can't be that hard."

Encouraged by Ginny's words, Harry took a deep breath and approached Draco, who looked up with a raised eyebrow. The Slytherin had sensed Harry's presence but was curious about the unusual hesitance in the Gryffindor's demeanor.

"Uh, Malfoy," Harry began, his voice a touch softer than usual.

Draco turned fully toward him, studying Harry with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Potter. What's got you all flustered?"

Harry nervously tugged on the sleeve of Draco's robes, a subtle gesture that conveyed his desire for privacy. The Slytherin, initially taken aback, acquiesced with a nod, leading Harry to a quieter alcove away from prying eyes.

Once they were in a secluded corner, Harry gathered his thoughts, his green eyes meeting Draco's silver ones. "I, um, wanted to talk to you about something. Something important."

Draco arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected vulnerability in Harry's usually confident demeanor. "Alright, Potter. I'm listening."

Harry took another deep breath, pushing through the shyness that threatened to hold him back. "I've been thinking a lot, and I... I don't really know how to say this, but... I've been feeling something, and I needed to talk to you about it."

Draco, sensing the gravity of the situation, regarded Harry with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. His fingers gently encircled Harry's waist, their touch conveying a silent reassurance that transcended the complexities of their past. The cool, stone walls of Hogwarts seemed to soften under the tender energy that enveloped the two wizards.

Harry, his green eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions, leaned into Draco's touch. The atmosphere held a delicate balance—a moment suspended in time, where the weight of unspoken words hung in the air like a whispered incantation.

"Feeling something? What are you talking about?"

Harry hesitated, then mustered the courage to admit, "I think I might have a crush on you."

The confession hung in the air, creating a moment of suspended time. Draco, surprised by the revelation, blinked before a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Well, Potter," Draco said with a hint of amusement, "that's quite the unexpected turn of events. But I suppose it takes a certain amount of bravery to admit something like that, especially when those feelings are for an ex death eater,"

As the two wizards stood in this clandestine sanctuary, Harry summoned the courage to gaze into Draco's silver eyes. The air crackled with tension, a palpable energy that mirrored the intertwining of destinies.

A moment of stillness lingered—an uncharted territory where words were rendered obsolete. In the quietude, Harry closed the distance, his hand lingering on Draco's arm as if tethered by an invisible thread. Draco's hands tightened on his waist pulling him closer, his features softened by the muted light, met Harry's gaze with an intensity that transcended the confines of Hogwarts.

In the pregnant silence, both began to lean into each other's touch, and the gravitational pull between them became undeniable. The magnetic force culminated in a tender yet hesitant meeting of lips—an unspoken agreement that sealed a chapter unexplored until that moment. Soft and fleeting, the kiss spoke of a shared vulnerability and the emergence of emotions too complex to articulate.

Slowly Draco's lips began to trail down the other's neck soft pants and moans escaping Harry's parted lips.

"uh, um, Dray... oh... uh we can't do this here" Harry can barely speak from the way Draco is trailing his hands closer and closer to the place he wants the most.

"ok" He abruptly stops his ministrations. Harry could cry. If it weren't for his shock he is actually certain he would, "Met me in the eighth year dorms. Yeah?"

before Harry can even answer Draco is gone. What a day.

#draco malfoy #drarry #draco x harry #harry potter #first kiss #love confessions #fanfic #oneshot #i need to stop #i think that harry is so babygirl

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