#a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!!

[lulureadsandwrites]

hellloooooo!!!

hope youre doing well:) can i request a jd x fem reader with body dysmorphia or anorexia? mine is getting rly bad but if you are triggered by this dont worry about it!!

tysm and love ya;)

hello yes, it's not triggering for me at all! i was actually thinking about this like a month or two ago! i hope you get better, if you need to talk my inbox is open!

"I Just Want to Help." "What If I Don't Want Help?" (J.D. x G.N!Reader)

summary; j.d. notices everything, especially when it comes to you. imagine his surprise when he catches on to your eating disorder warnings; eating disorder, body dysmorphia, swearing, talk of mental help and illness, not wanting to be better word count; 1.6k

2nd person

You had expressed to J.D. how you wanted to lose some weight and he encouraged you, but he also made sure you were comfortable. He wanted you to know you were perfect no matter what, because you were. He would tell you, “If you want to lose a few pounds that’s fine, you’re beautiful no matter what.” and he would kiss you, he would hold you close.

Now, J.D. is a very observant guy, especially when it comes to you. He was obsessed with you. So when you were skipping meals, he noticed pretty quickly. Of course he did.

He also saw the way you looked at yourself whenever faced with a mirror, or seeing a photo of the two of you, or anything that had to do with looking at yourself. He noticed how you’d cross your arms to cover your stomach, how you would close your thumb and pinky around your wrist, and lift your thighs slightly off whatever you were sitting on. He noticed you started exercising excessively and all the colour had drained from your skin. He noticed how you seemed to have forgotten important things, how you always looked lightheaded, how you were pulling out clumps of your own hair. He noticed how you would never let him touch you anymore, like the thought of his touch disgusted you. You acted like you were allergic to food, you’d drink at least 10 glasses of water a day.

Everything small or large, he noticed!

There was one mirror in your room and it had been flipped around to face the wall. When he asked you about it, you said you didn’t notice and he left it at that even though he knew you were lying.

J.D. was concerned. You, his partner, the person he loved the most, was practically killing themselves over something so small?

At least that’s how it was in his eyes. It wasn’t small to you, no not at all. It took over your whole life. You wanted to look like the girls in the magazines, or the popular girls at your school. You envied them, you hated them, you were angry that they got to eat whatever they want and they would stay under 105 pounds.

It all felt so unfair, what made you so different? Why did you have to deal with the humiliation of wanting to buy a bag of candy and feel like others were watching you in contempt and disgust?

You wanted to tell your boyfriend, you loved him and you wanted him to help but you were so ashamed. You didn’t want anyone to notice, you didn’t want to be a bother. Yet at the same time, you had prayed that J.D. would find out and help you get better.

You hated how exhausted this made you, you felt your thoughts contradict themselves all the time. You wanted to be healthy, to be better, but at the same time, you didn’t feel sick enough. You wanted to be worse. It didn’t start out like this, you didn’t intend to stop eating all over, it started with skipping some dinners, then breakfasts, then using the excuse of not having enough money to pay for lunch. J.D. would offer you money, saying it wasn't too expensive but you declined every single time.

After some time, you were repulsed at the thought of food, looking at it made you nauseous. Yet, seeing other, thinner people, eating made you jealous.

He couldn’t just tell you to eat, no that wouldn’t work. So he did the next best thing, he guilted you into eating. The next time you came over to his place, he had made sure he made a bunch of things to eat. Sure, it was a little manipulative, but it was the best he could think of doing.

“I made food for us.” He told you, holding a pot of baked macaroni and cheese.

“Oh, I’m not really that hungry. Thank you though Honey.” You sighed, you had done so well, you were doing perfect actually, you didn’t need all this. You just wanted to finish your homework and sleep.

“Not hungry? You haven’t eaten all day.” He pointed out to you, making you nervous. Had he really noticed?

“Yeah well…” You were going to give an excuse but J.D. quickly cut you off.

“Do you not like my cooking? Is it that? Is it not good enough for you? You’d rather starve than eat anything made by me?” He pestered, trying to be as frustrating and guilt-inducing as possible.

“No, no of course not!” You try to reassure him, he didn’t need the reassurance though. This was going exactly how he wanted it to.

“Well it really seems like it right now, can you at least try it?” He slides you a plate and a fork.

You sighed, giving in. If it made J.D. happy, you’d do it.

So that continued for a few weeks. Every few days you’d go to J.D. 's house, he’d cook something for the two of you and if you declined, he’d guilt you into eating it. You were starting to get a little upset that he kept doing that, you eventually realised that he was guilting you into this, so you confronted him about it.

“J.D., why do you keep guilting me into eating the food you cook?” You confront him, after he does the same routine to you this evening. He sighed and put the dish of leftover stuffing and turkey from Thanksgiving on the table.

“Because you’re making me feel like you don’t like what I make for you.” He excused, putting on a subtle frown, but enough for you to notice.

“No, that’s not it. What’s the actual reason?” You cut through his bullshit and stare at him with your arms crossed and a sour expression.

“You don’t fucking eat, [Name]. If I’m not giving you food, you don’t eat. That isn’t healthy!”

“Yeah, well neither is having a slushy every other day!” You counter, how were you supposed to take advice from him of all people?

“You can’t starve yourself, you’ve collapsed with me like 3 times in the past month! God knows how many times you do when I’m not with you!” He says, exasperated.

You were silent, stunned even. You didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to affirm his reasoning. He was never like this though, he never outwardly expressed his concerns for you, even though you knew he still cared.

“I’m not even gonna try that ‘Do it for me.’ bullshit because I know it’s not going to do anything. If anything, do it for yourself! You’re sick. You’re destroying your metabolism. If anything, not eating is going to do the opposite of what you want!”

You stayed silent for a moment. You were both silent, until he started to speak again.

“I get you’re insecure, my love, but you’re not handling this the right way. You’re not being healthy.” He tries to reason with you, trying to understand that you’re probably also not in a good mental state at the moment.

“Since when did you care about being healthy? Last time I checked, you destroy everything around you, including yourself. So why do I have to take health advice from you?” You pushed an accusatory finger to his chest.

J.D. was getting a little frustrated with your excuses, he didn’t want you to stay like this. It was bad for the both of you and now it was causing you guys to fight.

“Because,” He let out a frustrated sigh, he held his face in his hands and ran them up through his hair. “I hate seeing you like this! You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen and you’re shrivelling up your body to meet these unrealistic standards! You might never have the body of a model, and guess what [Name]? That’s okay!”

“No, it’s not okay, it’s unfair!”

“What’s unfair is what you’re doing to yourself. You won’t even let me touch you, I want to worship you and you’re pushing me away…”

“Why?” You give up on the yelling match, you needed to give in because you knew J.D. He’d keep this going until you couldn’t talk.

He sighed and a small smirk found its way on his face. He was happy you were finally giving in.

“Because I love you, darling. You helped me, so I’m trying to help you. You’re the only one I can trust and I want you to trust me too.” His hand lightly grazes your left shoulder, he looks at you for the ‘Okay’ to touch you.

You nodded slowly and his small smirk turned into a wide smile. He instantly wrapped you in his arms, he kissed your temple and held you so your back was pressed against his chest. J.D. was relieved that you would finally let him touch you again, and even better, you were enjoying it.

“I do trust you.” You let your eyes close on you as you lean into J.D. He pressed a few kisses to your neck and you sighed as you felt his breath against it.

“What can I do to help you? You tell me.”

“I don’t know…” You admitted, you didn’t know what to do about this.

“How about we start with talking about this, okay?”

“Okay.”

#heathers the movie #heathers the musical #heathers #jason dean x reader #jd #jd x reader #heathers 1989 #jason dean #x reader

[franeridart]

what program/brushes do you use for your art? it's so damn pretty

Easy Paint tool SAI and the default pen/brush/marker tools, mostly! and thank you!!! ;^;

Anon said:When I was a kid I would've had a crush on Akane

HECK that’s such a compliment!! Thank you!!!

Anon said:Couldn't Akane technically Control/move Kiri's hair since it's dyed? I mean it's like his hair is stained meaning it's not alive! so Akane finally warms up to him and messes with him or plays with his hair?

She can and she did! I drew her doing just that both in the first and in the fourth thing I posted about her! :D

Anon said:okay i don't know if this is coming through but i have just looked through your entire blog(can only go 4 years back) and let me just say you are wonderful, I absoluty LOVE how you paint/draw like its sooo pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi i cant describe it, (part 1) || like you are wonderful, I absolutely LOVE how you paint/draw like it's so pretty??? like dnjwcfehbi I can't describe it like it's absolutely Fabulous, Stunning, Amazing, Lovely and it looks so smoooooth like what????how??But anyways love your art and love you keep being Amazing! (part 2)

AH GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! This is such a sweet ask to get TT^TT (and you can only go 4 years back because the blog is 4 years old! Can’t believe you actually went through it all!!)

Anon said:I really love your art style and your comics are so cute and I love how you draw older Bakugou and Kirishima!! It’s all so wonderful! Thank you for sharing it with everyone!

Oh man thank you!! ;;; I’m so happy yo know you like them!!!!!! TTOTT

Anon said:the level of FLUFF and KOOKIENESS and SOFT and MARSHMALLOW and MY HEART CAN'T TOOK THIS IS is so much I could die.

PLEASE DON’T DIE I LOVE YOU !!!!! 

Anon said:I love everything about Akane's au. Her, her interactions with Bakugou, how she dislikes Kirishima but is beginning to warm up to him, the boys' aged-up designs. Everything. It's all amazing. Thank you for bringing it into my life!

Nggghhhhhhhh no anon thank you for liking her!!!!

Anon said:Currently procrastinating on my essay to go through your blog because it de-stresses me and I love your art so much like seriously h e l p

GAH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! /////

Anon said:There's something I'm not understand in your AU children kiribaku. She adopted by bakugo or she is a kid bakugou have with someone. ( I'm really really sorry for my English )

Adopted!

Anon said:Your comics are so cute and funny! I'm loving the story with Akane, the last update was great! I really like the way you draw the characters, like your style is so nice. Thanks for making my day better with your art!

G o d thank you So Much!!!!!!

Anon said:Akane is adorable, and I absolutely love the comics that you upload of her, but also on top of that your mohawk Bakugo has cleared my skin, watered my crops, and brought me back from the dead at LEAST twice.

I’M REAL GLAD TO HEAR THAT because mohawk Bakugou owns my whole soul and it’s nice to know I’m not alone in that hahaha

Anon said:What are some ways Akane messes with Kiri (or used to) when he wears red clothes? Does she often do that? Does she do it when Baku's not home, or when he is so that she can hammer in just how much she dislikes Kiri? Has she ever done anything major that caused her to be really reprimanded by Baku, but being the best person in the world Kiri did not get angry?

She really only ever gets pissy (or used to! they’re starting to get along better !!!) at Kiri when she feels jealous for whatever reason, and that doesn’t happen as often as it seems through my doodles, so it’s not like she’s always antagonistic towards him! Mostly she just ignores him, so no, it doesn’t happen often at all! And she’s never gone further than messing his hair up or tugging a bit at his clothes, since she doesn’t have the strength to move Kiri all that much haha the only reason she managed to have him fall the first time was because he was balancing already, but generally Kiri weighs way too much for her to move him around or pull at the red stuff he’s wearing enough for him to notice it all that much 

anyway, Baku never reprimended her for it - not more than he did in the first comic I posted with them, at least, specifically because the damage she can make is so minor that Kiri and Baku barely consider it something to tell her off for... if she were ever to act that way towards someone she might actually hurt (say, a kid her own age) then Baku might reprimend her more seriously, but as long as she’s just tugging at Kiri’s clothes they don’t see it as anything worth fighting her over :D

Anon said:Just sent an ask, so forgive me for this one, but I'd love to get this straight: in the Akane AU Kiri and Baku graduated and share an apartment, are madly into each other, but they neither has made a move on the other yet? Perhaps that should be sad, but it's 100% adorable.

I know I shouldn’t say this as I made the au myself, but I find the arrangement pretty dang adorable too haha they act like a married couple anyway, so it’s like... pining while the rest of the world already considers them an item? and the pining is mostly about stuff like ahhhh I wanna tell him I love him or ahhhhhh god I wanna kiss him, but then they’ll fall asleep on the couch together or hold hands just for the hell of it or cook for each other or make plans that always involve each other and all in all act as each other’s partner, so it’s mostly just like *Kaminari voice* “God these oblivious idiots” hahaha

Anon said:That latest Akane comic melted my heart like you often do. Though for a moment, I expected Eijirou to say "I don't want Katsuki to be my dad, I want him to be my daddy" XD Though that would not sound like him. Props for his adorable interactions with Scarlet Death Queen Witch.

Anon you don’t get it that’s exactly why I had him say “be his son” instead of “be my dad” LMAO it was like, a conscious wording decision hahaha thank you so much for liking my girl, btw!!!

Anon said:Fran! I was just wondering if you would be willing to post your Demon Kiri and Angel Baku art on Redbubble? I'd love to buy a print of it!! Totally understand if not. Also your newer Akane comics are killing me, they're so damn cute!! So yeah love you and your beautiful art! Hope you have an awesome year!!

I CAN TRY I think I did try last time I updated my rb? But the format of the pic made it hard to use it for a lot of things so I gave up??? I can try again tho!!! Thank you for being interested in buying it!!! And thank you for liking Akane too!!!!!

Anon said:is katsuki and kirishima not together in the adopted child comics or is there gonna be a plot to them getting together? 👀

I’m not really writing anything cohesive for it so I wouldn’t call it a plot point, but yeh they still aren’t together! And I wanna have them get to the point in which they are together!!! :D

Anon said:I'm gonna die why do you do this with your adorable art my god

PLEASE!!!!! DON’T DIE!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Your Akane + KiriBaku comics are adorable and I love the relationships that exist between them. I can't wait to see more of them!

Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! I hope I won’t disappoint!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:I love your art so much!! Especially the little Akane au (so freaking cute!!!!). Random question: if you’ve ever seen Lucifer, who do you think would fit his character? Have an awesome day!

I haven’t seen it, sorry :((( but thank you for liking my girl!!!!!!

Anon said:I apologize if this has already been thought of but i feel as though when akane gets older and if she decides to be a hero, part of her costume could include useful red objects mayhaps?? Such as a shield or daggers or handcuffs so if there’s a lack of red around her she isn’t in a complete ditch. But i love your work sm ahhh💕💕

Yes!!! That’s the plan!!!!! I don’t think I’ll ever draw a teen version of her character but I MIGHT mention this idea in the current timeline, I like the idea so much TT^TT

Anon said:Hey there, I am absolutely obsessed with Akane like I love her so much wow but anyways I was wondering if you've ever drawn tododeku/ will in the future?

Thank you!!!! And I have drawn them in the past (under my tododeku tag!) and I might draw them again in the future, though currently I’m in a pretty big izu//ocha mood so I dunno when that will happen!

Anon said:I love your art so much like??? Help???

THANK YOU TTATT

Anon said:Y'know it could be gayer c'mon

This ask has been in my inbox for 17 days and I still don’t know what it means ??? but I laughed a lot when I got it so thank you anon and yes, definitely, everything could always be gayer that’s just how the world goes

Anon said:I swear you drew an older version of the krbk kids and it wasn't a fever dream I'm currently frantically searching through your blog rn help

I DID that post is CURSED anon, you can look it up through any of the tags I used to tag it and it won’t show up it won’t and I don’t know why!! I always lose it exactly because of this reason I have zero idea why it does this but??? okay I guess???????????

anyway if you still want it it’s here

Anon said:If Akane can control red things, does she low-key also have control over things that are pink and orange depending on how reddish in hue they are? I love her btw. Such a smol bean who could probably kick my ass!

What a good question you got there!! She has control over everything that has a color that falls in the red wavelength of the visible spectrum - that does include certain tones of pink and certain tones of orange, but there’s a point where orange gets too yellow or pink gets too white that her powers stop working. As long as the red in the color is more than any other hue, though, her powers work! 

Anon said: im just imagining if baku takes akane with him when he is going to work and is there with kiri and akane help kiri with his hair bc she is suffering when he tries to style it himself

Once they start getting along better Akane and Kiri actually start helping each other with their hair! They’re both very particular about it so they understand each other as far as that topic goes haha

Anon said:Hi I just wanted to say I’m really enjoying what you are doing in your latest drawing. The contrast with the thick sketchy lines and the thinner crisp ones and the spaces that have no defined line! It’s cool to see you experiment with your line work while staying true to your natural style! Sorry if this came off weird but I love seeing talented artists try pushing the boundaries of their style it’s really visually/conceptually interesting! :)

AH MAN thank you so much I’m so happy to know you like that tool TT^TT it’s really super comfy to use, so it’s nice to know someone finds it visually appealing too!!! thank you!!!!!

Anon said:Is there any chance you could make a masterpost of the aus you do? It's a lot to scroll down to the beginning of a concept u have sometimes and it can be unclear when they start

They all have a tag they’re under, tho? If I’ve made more than one post about them! I have so many AUs going around that making a masterpost with all of them is a bit... mostly so since I don’t know for how many I’ll actually go back on! But if the tags don’t really work for you (generally the link is gonna look like https://franeridart.tumblr.com/tagged/[here goes the tag]/chrono to have it in chronological order) then I can try? I can’t promise I’ll find a comfortable way to do this, tho orz sorry!

Anon said:This might be an odd ask but does Akane like Jirou? I feel like they would get along really well. And how about her grandma Mitsuki? Since she takes after Katsu who takes after her, they could make an adorably angry trio

She hasn’t spent much time with Jirou yet so right now she’s mostly meh about her (though right now she only actually likes Bakugou, and she’s warming up to Kiri, but that’s about it). She doesn’t mind Mitsuki, but she hasn’t spent too long with her either! She yells a bit too much at her dad tho, which Akane isn’t particularly fond of (protective bean that she is, she doesn’t get that that’s just their way of communicating just yet), so out of her grandparents she prefers Masaru, after all~

#fran answers #a bunch of asks i had forgotten about after closing the inbox!!! #jesus im a disaster #i was sure i had a couple asks more in here but i can't find them so...??? #ah well #either way i'm sorry these took so long my brain is seriously all over the place lately #go d s #anonymous

[holidaywishes]

a bit of stress relief

  Requested: 👍

  Summary/Request: Can you PLEASE write about Freddie coming to your work and having a quickie in your office

  Warning: smut, fluff, whiny Freddie

  Author’s Note: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED for a bit. I do have one more in my inbox right now so I’ll add it to my drafts but after I write that I won’t be taking requests for... a while. Maybe a month? I have a few series I want to finish up before I start having requests piling up. I always love seeing my inbox full of requests for different types of fics, so this isn’t forever, just until I’m able to finish my Gally series for sure and possibly my 9-1-1 series. This request was fun and I just couldn’t say no lol. Thanks in advance for your understanding and I hope I’ll be able to get back to requests sooner than later but I’ll keep y’all updated! Stay Golden, loves! <3 

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  Your boss asked you to go into the office on a Saturday to finish an assignment that she had forgotten to mention earlier in the week. You would’ve argued that you had plans but your boss said it was for a presentation the next morning that they needed the information for

  “I’m sorry, Freddie,” you whined to your boyfriend as he tried to convince you to stay at his apartment, “believe me, I’d much rather be here but I’m not about to get fired...”

  “It’s not your assignment, it’s hers,” he argued, “she made the mistake. Why do you have to do it for her?”

  “It’s my job” you admitted

  “Except when it’s not...” he groaned

  “Freddie,” you sighed, “I won’t be long I promise. I just need to go in and print up some stuff and make a couple calls. Nothing major...”

  “So why can’t your boss do it?” he challenged, “it’s her mistake, so.. she should be responsible for fixing it”

  “I know,” you repeated, wrapping your arms around his neck before kissing his cheek, “but I can’t lose this job. I have loans to pay off”

  “You know I can help with that”

  “No,” you scoffed, “no you absolutely cannot. I don’t want to feel like I owe you anything. That’s not the relationship we have... I’m not your sugar baby”

  “But you could be”

  “But I don’t wanna be”

  “Alright...” he laughed, kissing your nose playfully

  “I’ll call you when I’m finished okay. I give it one, two hours tops”

  “If you’re not finished in two hours, I’m coming down there and taking you home” he teased

  “Okay,” you scoffed, “I’ll see you later.” You got to the office and rushed into your boss’s office to find the information you needed to work on. The office was empty, as it should’ve been, but when you heard the door open and close, you popped your out of the door to see who was there, “Hello?” you called

  “(Y/N)?” your co-worker asked

  “Mason? What are you doing here?” you returned, noticing now that a bunch of your co-workers were walking in

  “We could ask you the same thing” he chuckled

  “Laura forgot to do stuff for the presentation tomorrow, so she asked me to come in and do it”

  “For the conference?”

  “Yup”

  “Yeah,” he replied, “our team is having the same issue. Except they’re saying they ‘lost it’ or that it ‘must have gotten deleted somehow’ so now we have to be here all day trying to fix this”

  “Why are any of this people in charge again?” you asked

  “Maybe they slept their way to the top” he joked before waving you goodbye and heading to his station. You started at this company as an intern, mostly handing out mail and grabbing coffee for everyone, but they kept you around because you had a good eye for graphic design which was important in a marketing firm. However, your boss, Laura, had replaced Debra, the former Head of Marketing, a month before you were hired to be her assistant and she really wasn’t all that fond of you. She claimed that your degree should be in Business or Marketing not Graphic Design and that you’d only ever be an assistant in this industry so ‘don’t hope for more than that.’ You didn’t think too much of her comments though, at the end of the day, you had a job to you and you were going to do it well; even if it meant coming in on the weekend to do her forgotten assignments. When you finally found Laura’s papers, you groaned audibly, realizing this wasn’t going to be quick work

  “Hey!” Freddie greeted you from the other end of the line when you called him to let him know what was happening

  “Hey...” you sighed

  “What?” he groaned, “what’s going on?”

  “It looks like I’m gonna be here for a while. Laura underplayed how much work there was for me to do...”

  “You can’t really be doing this?” he whined

  “Babe, I have to. I told you, it’s my job. But,” you added, hoping it would make him feel better, “it’s not just me! Apparently, all the senior staff forgot to do these super important assignments for the conference. So, a bunch of us are here working until we finish them”

  “You need to quit this job,” he grumbled, “clearly no one is good at what they were hired to do”

  “I can’t quit unless I have something lined up,” you argued, “babe, I’m sorry. I know I promised that we’d lay in bed all weekend because this was the first time that you had free time but I have to do this. I promise, I’ll work as fast as I can but the longer I’m on the phone, the longer I’m at the office. So, I gotta go. I love you and I’ll see you as soon as I’m done okay?”

  “Call me and I’ll pick you up,” he replied, “you shouldn’t have to take an Uber back here...”

  “Okay,” you smiled, “that would be nice. Talk soon. Love you”

  “Love you, too” he said before you ended the call. You took a deep breath and started getting to work. Organizing timelines and trying to understand doctors-note-handwriting from past meetings

  “How can she possibly expect me to be able to understand this?” you thought to yourself. You signed onto her computer and were immediately left in shock at the jumbled mess of her desktop, “holy fuck!” you exclaimed silently, it’s no wonder she gets nothing done, “she’s the most unorganized person I’ve ever seen!” You spent the next 20 minutes opening files to find what you were looking for, closing what was not it immediately so you could legally say you didn’t see anything, and then you had to spend the next half an hour printing documents and running back and forth between Laura’s office and the copy room

  “How’s it goin’?” Rob, one of the other team members who was forced to come in and work on a Saturday, asked when he noticed you rushing throughout the room

  “Oh, you know, I’m sure I’ll have a panic attack in the next, oh, twenty or so minutes” you replied, sighing as you walked back to the printer one last time. You had managed to get most of the paper work done but you still had to make a few phone calls to get estimates on some of the ad spaces needed and whether or not there could be a discount involved for the company

  “Hey!” Freddie said gleefully, walking into your boss’ office like he owned the place

  “Freddie,” you gasped, a slight sneer on your tone, “what are you doing here?”

  “I came to see you...” he replied, furrowing his brow at your response, “when you said you were gonna be longer than you thought, I thought I’d come down and surprise you. Maybe take the stress off a little?”

  “That’s sweet, babe,” you smiled, noticing the look in his eyes and realizing what he was really there for, “but I have to make some calls so I can’t... do that”

  “We can make it work” he teased, biting his bottom lip quickly before pulling you close to him

  “Fred...” you whined, kissing him once before pushing him away from you and walking back to Laura’s desk, “I really do have to work. You can sit if you want but that’s it...” he slumped onto the plush couch against the window and frowned before scrolling through his phone as you started to call the businesses on your list. After about 10 minutes, you noticed Freddie peering up from his phone to look over at you, as if he was trying to get you to hang up the phone just from a look, choosing to walk over to you when you didn’t. “Yes, that’s right. I know you’ve been with us for quite some time and our relationship has helped both our businesses grow,” you spoke as Freddie swiveled you and your chair out from the desk, “we want that relationship to keep growing” you continued before noticing the smirk on Freddie’s face as he hovered over you, kissing your neck as you tried to pay attention to the call. “Mhmm,” you said to the person on the other end of the phone, distracted by Freddie’s lips pressing against the sensitive skin on your neck, his hot breath cascading down your neck, “mhm, sure. I understand” you said again, trying not to let on what was happening. “Laura is so sorry she couldn’t make this call to you herself,” you lied, Freddie kissing his way down to your core, pulling off your leggings quickly and kissing your inner thighs as you spoke, “however, she is excited to showcase your work to those at our conference tomorrow. We all just wanted to make sure the numbers were 100% accurate...” you had to bite your lip and move the receiver end of the phone from your mouth in case any sound escaped when you felt Freddie’s tongue finally press against your clit. “Oh that’s great!” you exclaimed when the partner on the phone added a discount to the quote you’d already been given, claiming that, had he known other businesses would be hearing of his services earlier, he would’ve offered it sooner. “Thank you so much,” you smiled, Freddie’s hands pulling your body closer to his him as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm, “I or Laura will let you know how everything goes. Thank you again” you said quickly before hanging up the phone. “Fuck,” you cursed breathlessly, “oh my god, Freddie!” your back was forced to arch, as you were pretty much falling out of your seat as Freddie continued to stimulate your clit, only now moving his finger to caress your folds before slowly inserted it inside of you and pumping until you whimpered, tugging at his hair. “Freddie,” you squeaked, trying not to be heard from outside the office, “fuck” you repeated quietly, your grip loosening from his hair as his ministrations slowed and your breathing steadied.

  “How’s your stress now?” he smirked, wiping his mouth casually before standing up in front of you once more

  “You can’t do that” you said, small pants escaping your lips, making Freddie believe you less than you intended

  “I think I can” he teased

  “I was on a business call, Fred!” you exclaimed, pulling your leggings back up, “what if they heard something?”

  “They would only hear something if you let them” he countered and, ultimately, you knew he was right but you still shook your head

  “You can’t do that” you repeated and he scoffed, hovering over you once more to taunt you with a kiss but stopped right in front of your lips

  “We’ll see about that...” he smirked, taking his hands away from the chair and walking back to sit on the couch

  “What’s goin’ on with you?” you asked

  “I just want to be with you,” he whined, giving you puppy dog eyes and earning a scoff from you, “that’s what we were supposed to be doing anyway...”

  “I told you we would when I got home...” you said

  “Come here,” he said, patting his thigh, “come sit on my lap” you chuckled but obliged. You wrapped your arms around his neck after sitting on his thigh, playing with his hair and kissing his nose before he spoke again, “see, isn’t this better than making a few phone calls?” he asked, his hand beginning to rub your back lightly

  “You know I would rather be doing this, or more than this, with you,” you admitted, leaning in and kissing him softly, letting your lips linger a moment before you pulled back, “but I have to do this stuff...”

  “Just a quickie...” he whispered, “and then I’ll go. Then we can pick up at home”

  “This is my boss’s office” you whined

  “All the more reason to do it. We’re in a private spot, secluded from everyone else, it’s perfect” he replied, kissing your jaw before moving down to your neck and you let your head fall back to give him more room

  “Mmmm,” you hummed, melting into his kiss, “I can’t”

  “(Y/N)...“ he groaned

  “Just a few more calls,” you argued, “I don’t have a lot left. Just like, five, maybe six”

  “That’s a lot. How long are each of those calls? 10 minutes? 20?” he asked, “we could do a lot with that time...”

  “Stop,” you smiled, standing up from his lap and walking back to the desk chair, “just a few more calls...” you repeated. He slunk into the couch and angrily unlocked his phone while you picked up Laura’s phone and began dialing. You were able to make three calls before Freddie began sighing loudly across the room and you had to glare at him, which is when the texts started

  “I want you” he sent as you spoke to another advertising partner on the phone

  “Like now” another came through

  “I’m gonna come over there”

  “And make you cum again” you glared up at him and he smiled

  “And again” you shook your head, turning off your sound so the partner didn’t hear the constant dinging

  “And again”

  “And again”

  “Until you can’t cum anymore” you noticed him smile as he thought up more responses and you threw a pencil at him, still paying attention to the conversation on the phone before mouthing ‘stop’ to Freddie but he just shook his head with a teasing smile

  “You won’t be able to walk”

  “Your legs will be numb”

  “Your chest will be heaving because you can’t catch your breath”

  “You’re gonna crave my dick”

  “Every time you move”

  “You’ll have to physically stop yourself from jumping me in public”

  “Because you’re still feeling me inside you” your eyes went wide as you read his messages, heat flooding your face as you ended the call, forcing yourself to dial another number before Freddie could get the upper hand. He slowly made his way to the desk once more and you gulped as you swallowed the saliva that had filled your mouth, Freddie hung up the phone before it ever even really began to ring

  “Seriously, don’t...” you whispered, knowing that you were about to break from whatever move he made next

  “But I want to” he growled, grazing your nose with his and you started to give in when he walked toward the door, “crap” you thought to yourself when you thought he was about to leave but he was only locking the door

  “What the fuck?!” you exclaimed, “that was unlocked this whole time?!”

  “Yeah?” he chuckled

  “Freddie! What would have happened if someone walked in earlier?”

  “They would’ve gotten a great show” he replied, walking over to you, leaning over you but not doing anything. You took a deep breath before running your hands up his arms, tangling your fingers in his hair before bringing him down to kiss you

  “We have to be quick...” you whispered, earning a grin from Freddie before he pulled your leggings off and directed your thighs around his waist so he could pick you up to carry you to the couch. You laughed when he sat down and you fell into him clumsily, “quiet” you shushed him before kissing him slowly and trailing your hands down to his waistband, pushing his pants down just enough to free his erection while his hands lifted your shirt up, stopping to massage your breasts. You heard a laugh outside of the office and stopped what you were doing, “wait,” you whispered, “I think someone’s there” he didn’t listen, kissing your neck and lining himself up with your entrance before bucking his hips to yours; your nails digging into his shoulders to stop yourself from making any sound. His hands gripped your hips as he thrust into you, bringing your attention back to him while your lips found each other in a clumsy rush to muffle the sounds of each other’s moans

  “Fuck,” Freddie moaned first, “fuck” you were about to reciprocate his sentiment when the phone rang and your head jerked back in panic

  “Shit” you sighed, worry mixing with pleasure as Freddie continued to grip your hips tightly

  “Ignore it” he said, kissing your peaked nipple over your shirt before moving a hand to your core, but your head still stayed looking at the ringing phone

  “What if it’s her?” you whined, referring to your boss

  “Ignore it” he repeated

  “What if it’s one of the partners or the vendors? What if it’s one of the really important clients?” you asked, knowing he wouldn’t give any helpful advice other than

  “Ignore it” he said once more, pulling your face back to his before kissing you harshly. The phone stopped ringing and you felt a faint sense of peace course through you as you softened the kiss that Freddie had started, your tongue begging for his lips to part, a muffled moan intertwining with his warm breath as it brushed over your exposed neck. Your tongue danced with his for a while as his fingers circled your clit, pressing down on the sensitive flesh every so often

  “Fuck” you breathed finally, now beginning to ride him faster, feeling his thighs flex underneath you as he welcomed the sensation of you crashing onto him. “Fuck,” you repeated, “shit, oh my god. Fuck Freddie” you felt your climax build as his lips met your neck, his finger still working on your clit while you rode him harder; the loud ringing of the phone the only thing that brought you back to where you were. “Ugh” you groaned

  “Leave it” he groaned back

  “Fuck” you sighed, reluctantly ignoring the phone to continue fucking your incredibly broad shoulder boyfriend

  “That’s my girl” he smirked, watching you bounce up and down his length

  “Fuck, Freddie, I’m gonna cum” you panted, your hands clutching his shirt as your hips began to shake. “Sh-i-it, god fuck! Freddie” you moaned, still trying to be as quiet as possible but knowing that everyone in the office was probably putting on noise cancelling headphones just to try to escape the sounds they were undoubtedly hearing.

  “Almost there, baby” Freddie breathed, clutching onto your waist to assist your movements. Fuck, his hands fit so perfectly on your body, you really hated that this had to end so quickly, but that’s what he came here for. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum in you”

  “Fuck” you breathed, dropping your head onto his shoulder, your body taking over until you and Freddie met your release. Like clockwork, the annoying ringing of the phone appeared and you had to scoff at Freddie while you quickly got dressed

  “That was fun,” he smiled, “you sure you don’t wanna go round two?”

  “Hello” you greeted, picking up the phone to continue the work you had come to do, “I am so sorry about that. I’m not sure what was happening with the line…”

  “So we’ll continue this at my place then?” Freddie teased before and you nodded with wink before shooing him away but not before he kissed you goodbye. You were dreading the walk out of the office if Mason and his team hadn’t left yet but you knew it had to happen sooner or later

  “So, should we hire a clean up crew before your boss gets back?” one of the guys teased

  “Shut up” you said, hoping your embarrassment didn’t show too clearly

  “You do know we put on our headphones as soon as we saw him,” Mason admitted, “we knew there’s no way that he was gonna just show up to say hi”

  “He could’ve,” you tried, exhaling when you realized you were never going to fool any of them, “fine. Just, please, don’t rat me out. I just pulled together a miracle in that office and I don’t need Laura finding out about my office sex-capades ��� I don’t want that to be the reason she fires me. I’m not that girl…”

  “We know” another co-worker smirked

  “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Mason assured, “it’s a don’t-ask-don’t-tell policy as far as we’re concerned” you gave him an appreciative smile before heading out to meet Freddie in the parking garage

  “Hey” he smiled as you sat in the front seat

  “Hi” you replied, leaning over to peck his lips

  “Did you get your work done?” he teased

  “Yeah,” you chuckled, “it was a miracle but I got it done” he took your hand and brought it to his lips to press a kiss to it

  “No more quickies,” he whined, holding your hand for the remainder of the ride, until he needed it for one reason or another, “I need more than that”

  “I agree,” you smirked, “now, let’s go home so you can fuck me until I can’t walk

  “Yes ma’am.”

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[mysticalmuddle]

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Brink of War Double Time Travel Smut!

This wasn’t Jon but it also wasn’t someone just wearing his face. She moved a little closer and asked, “Where did you come from?”

He waited, loose and easy. She was so used to Jon in heavy furs, Jon in armor, Jon in four days’ worth of stubble and three days without sleep, that this Jon almost seemed a stranger, dressed as he was in soft clothes and his hand still held out.

“Far from here,” Jon said. He was smiling to see her and that felt good, so good, to make him smile again. Arya hadn’t realized how much she missed it, after so many years away and then a year returned but still--

Absent. They were absent from each other, and she hated it. It clawed at her heart. But this Jon was looking at her, soft and easy and smiling, and she stepped forward carefully and put her hand in his.

He drew her in. He wanted her closer; he wanted--

She went, until she was barely a hands’ breadth from his chest, the heat coming off his body so sweetly. Nothing was ever warm anymore. She shivered to be close, to feel warm, and melted a little, just standing there, when he put his hand so thoughtlessly to her waist and rubbed at the dip of it.

It was almost enough to make her cry, the warm touch and the way he looked at her, this Jon with his soft eyes and his big rough hands. And he saw it, the tears she was trying to blink away and he drew her closer, murmuring, “Oh, my heart. I’d forgotten. I’d forgotten how poorly I treated you.”

And a piece of Part Two, Jon’s POV

“Truly, Jon,” she said and wrinkled her nose at him. “Did you think I’d just welcome any man into my marriage bed? That I’d welcome you and hope you’d just ignore the babe in my belly?”

He had no words; he shook his head mutely and kissed her palm in apology.

“I’d forgotten,” she said and took her hands back far enough to press them to his chest, “just how self-sacrificing you are.” and then she gave him a shove.

He staggered back, feeling his heart kick, but she only threw herself onto the bed and sprawled there, the hem of her nightgown rucked up near her knees, and tilted her head at him. “Look there,” she said and waved a hand at the left side of the bed. “Pull that curtain back, aye, and look just beyond.”

He could not keep himself from doing it; he would do anything she wanted, this wild creature with her long dark braid and her sweet mischievous mouth. He went, the candle lighting the little nook when the bed hanging was bunched up about something, and he took it in his hand, and stilled.

Longclaw hung on the hook. Repaired--the carving of Ghost had both eyes again--in a new tooled scabbard, but Longclaw all the same. The vision was steady under his hand when he touched it, solid, and when he turned back to Arya, still speechless with the realization, she laughed so sweetly to see his face.

“That’s my sword,” he said stupidly. “Next to your bed.”

“Next to our bed,” she corrected him and reached for him again.

He was just a man, and a tired man at that. He took her fingers in his carefully and kissed her palm again, and then he crawled across the bed to her and kissed her again for true.

It was this different this time, knowing that she was his wife. That she was his, that she knew, that he did not have to hide the ugliness inside himself any longer. It did not even matter that they could not be in Winterfell if they were together, if they were wed. Essos then, safe somewhere with the warm syrupy heat clinging to his neck, his back as she sighed into his mouth.

He had her. He’d kept her. It made him wild with it, with wanting her.

She was so soft, soft everywhere, her full breasts and the swell of her hips and the fat round curve of her belly. She took Jon’s hand and pressed it there and said, “Sometimes he kicks at night.”

It nearly undid him, the touch to her there where his babe was tucked away safe inside. He swayed forward, eyes wet, and she cupped the back of his neck and drew him down to tuck his face to her shoulder.

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[peraltasames]

that would be enough

It’s an amazing opportunity and, frankly, one that he would take with no hesitation if it weren’t for his incredible, beautiful wife and the baby she has been growing inside her for three months. That’s a pretty big ‘if’.

(in which jake gets offered another fbi job and he has a seemingly impossible decision to make - which maybe isn't really so difficult after all.)

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After working a double, during which he arrested a major drug kingpin and helped Rosa and Charles find a suspect in their homicide case, Jake is: A) feeling pretty pleased with himself, and B) more than ready to get home to his wife and bring her some Polish comfort food (they’ve ordered from them so much lately that they’re on a first name basis with their delivery guy).

It’s super unlike him that he even stops to check his email on his way out of the precinct, but he’s so used to waiting for Amy to do it that it’s become a habit at this point. Aside from an exciting announcement about an upcoming sneaker sale at an outlet mall upstate, there’s only one unopened item in his inbox. It’s an encrypted message from Captain Kim, whom he hasn’t spoken to since she finally accepted his long series of apology emails (accompanied by a fruit basket, Amy’s suggestion) and the subject line simply reads Job Opportunity.

It’s brief, but the gist is simple: there’s an undercover operation in the works, they think he’s the right person for the job, it would be a great opportunity and an excellent way for him to get his foot in the door for a potential higher-up position in the FBI. The rest is a little more murky - it’s potentially very dangerous (she can’t go into detail in an email, obviously, but he’s willing to bet it’s got something to do with one of the crime families that have been gradually moving their operations from Manhattan into Brooklyn). It could also take months. She urges him to take time to seriously consider the position, and to contact her as soon as he comes to a decision.

It’s an amazing opportunity and, frankly, one that he would take with no hesitation if it weren’t for his incredible, beautiful wife and the baby she has been growing inside her for three months. That’s a pretty big ‘if’.

He’s so lost in his own thoughts for the entirety of his commute home that he actually forgets to pick up dinner, which he realizes the moment he opens the door and sees Amy reclined on the couch reading her third pregnancy book of the week, all four of their designated “living room blankets” draped over her.

“Oh my god, I forgot the food,” he blurts out, startling Amy and making her drop the book on her lap. “I’ll just run back out and grab it, sorry, I-”

“Babe, wait-” She jumps up from her perch on the couch and carefully places the book on the coffee table. As she crosses the room to meet him in the doorway, his eyes flit to her barely noticeable but steadily growing baby bump. Their baby. Their baby that needs him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he mutters, avoiding her gaze as he shifts back and forth. “I just forgot the food so I’m just gonna head out real quick-”

“We can just order, Jake, I can wait,” she assures him with a warm smile. Pregnant Amy is usually - to put it in the most favourable term possible - less than patient when it comes to food, so he can tell right away that she either really missed him or can tell something’s bothering him.

She wraps her arms around his neck and leans up onto her tiptoes to kiss him hello, and judging by the intensity of her kiss and how tightly she’s squeezing him he figures it was the first one and he’s in the clear of having to talk about all that for at least a few minutes.

“Did something happen at work, babe?”

Damn it, so close.

“Why do you ask?”

“You’re super tense,” she frowns, rubbing his shoulders as she shifts back down to her normal height. “And you won’t look me in the eye.”

She places her hand on his cheek and gently guides his gaze to hers, forcing him to make eye contact with her, and some combination of her touch and the impossibly tender, concerned look she’s giving him causes him to cave instantly.

“Um, can we talk?” He gestures to the couch, where her mountain of blankets have been abandoned, and she nods quickly.

They settle in on the comfortable sofa, the first purchase they made together when her apartment became theirs. They’ve had god-knows-how-many important conversations and lazy Sunday afternoon cuddles and heated post-date makeout sessions when they just couldn’t make it all the way to the bedroom on this couch. He’s willing to bet that they conceived their child on this couch three months ago, though an argument could be made for the shower that morning or their bed later that evening as well.

Amy tucks her legs behind her and turns to face him, reaching out to rest a hand on his thigh and waiting for him to speak.

“Remember how Captain Kim mentioned a potential FBI liaison position for me?”

Amy nods and sits up straighter, her eyes brightening. “Did the FBI offer you a job?”

“Not exactly.” He scratches his head, searching for the right words. “Captain Kim recommended me for an undercover mission with the FBI. She made it seem like - uh, if it went well I could be offered something more permanent with them.”

Amy pauses for a moment, clearly deep in thought. “That could be life-changing.”

“I know, but Ames, it, um-” He sighs. “The job sounds a lot like last time I went undercover.”

Her grip on his thigh seems to tighten, perhaps subconsciously, as she stares fixedly at the book left forgotten on the coffee table. He can imagine her train of thoughts; last time he went undercover it was six months with an incredibly dangerous crime family and he could’ve died a bunch of times. They may not have been together at the time, but their mutual yearning was only amplified by the painfully long separation. They’ve been no strangers to painfully long separations since - god, he would do anything to have every night he spent in the Florida heat or a chilly jail cell back and get to relive each one of them in her arms instead.

He reaches out to grab her hand with both of his. “Ames-”

Before he can get any further, she shrugs him off and walks purposefully towards their bedroom. He’s terrified he’s going to hear the sound of a slamming door that he associates so strongly with being a helpless kid watching his parents’ relationship fall apart and never connects to his own marriage, but it never comes.

She returns moments later with her trusty notebook and a pen in hand, sitting back down next to him and beginning to write.

“What are you doing?”

She doesn’t look up at him. “It’s an important decision. We need a pro/con list.”

Jake sighs. “Honey, can we just talk about it?”

“We are talking about it,” she deadpans. “We’ll start with the easy stuff. Pro: you could get your dream job.”

As soon as she’s done writing, Amy looks over to him, which he takes to mean that it’s now his turn.

“Okay. Con: I could be gone for three to six months, a.k.a. when you could literally be giving birth to our child.”

“But you could do it in three,” she counters. “Pro: you could make more money at a new job, which we obviously need more than ever.”

“Con: I could mess up the job somehow and not be recommended for the new position.”

Amy doesn’t write that one down, and he raises an eyebrow.

“It wouldn’t happen, you’re too good at your job.”

His heart swells at her quiet but reverent tone, and she doesn’t pull away when he reaches to grab her hand again.

“Okay, your turn, then,” he prompts.

She stares at the paper intently, and her hand holding the pen begins to tremble as her gaze shifts over to the con column. He almost knows what she’s going to say before she says it, because it’s only natural for the mind to go to the worst-case scenario in situations like these. Still, it’s hard for him to stomach the mere thought of leaving her all alone, especially now.

“You could get hurt,” she mumbles shakily under her breath. Her watering eyes begin to shed fully-formed tears, falling steadily on her grey t-shirt. “I-I could lose-I could lose you-”

She’s cut off by a small sob, her fists clenching around the material of the blanket as her entire body starts to shake. Amy crying isn’t rare, and pregnant Amy crying is an even more frequent occurrence, but seeing her cry over anything more than a spilled yogurt cup is too much for him to take. Jake’s heart feels like it’s cracking in two, but his instincts overpower his own sadness and he reaches for her immediately. She falls into his chest the moment his hands reach her and her sobs increase in volume as she clutches at his shirt.

“That’s never gonna happen, baby,” he whispers against her hair in-between quick, healing kisses everywhere his lips can reach. “Shh, you’re not gonna lose me.”

“You - you can’t promise that.”

“I am promising you that. I’m gonna call Captain Kim first thing Monday morning and respectfully decline the offer. I’m sure she’ll understand.”

She pulls away from him, shaking her head quickly.

“I can’t ask you to do that. It’s too good of an opportunity, being a detective won’t be enough for you forever and this job is your dream-”

“You didn’t ask me to, Ames, and it’s not. You and our little lemon-sized-as-of-this-morning baby are my dream, okay? You’re not just enough, you’re everything - more than everything I could have ever dreamed of. Okay?”

Amy wipes her tears away, but there are already new ones forming in her eyes. She looks at him with so much trust, and he knows now, even more than he did five seconds ago, that he could never put himself in harm’s way again unless absolutely necessary.

She finally cracks a small smile, nodding slowly.

“More than everything of which you could ever have dreamt.”

Jake frowns. “Huh?”

“You ended a sentence with a proposition. It should be ‘more than everything of which you could ever have dreamt.’”

He laughs softly, cupping her face and wiping the remaining tears away. “That’s my girl.”

She tucks herself back into his embrace and squeezes his arm tightly as the other one wraps around her waist.

“Are you sure about this?”

Jake nods against her head, his free hand stroking her hair.

“I think I kind of knew what my answer was as soon as I read the email. I used to get so excited about these crazy life-or-death missions, but now…”

“No more ’eyes closed, head first, can’t lose?’” she supplies, smiling up at him.

The memory of walking away from her in a parking lot, the weight of his confession hanging in the air as he left knowing he might never see her again, stings a bit. He wishes he could tell that version of himself that had never really experienced true love and happiness how much he would have to live for someday.

“Who woulda thought that guy would be a dad?” Jake laughs.

Amy snuggles further into him, kissing the spot on his hoodie that rests over his heart. “You’re gonna be the best dad. I love you so much.”

He’s filled with a surge of warmth, both from her embrace and words of love, and the knowledge that he will do everything in his power to be the best dad. He will stick around and he will do everything in his power to make their child as happy as they can be and he will give every ounce of unconditional love and support in his body. He will be better than his father, better than his past self, better every day than he was the day before.

“I love you,” he kisses her cheek, “and you”, his hand grazes her belly (he’s been eagerly anticipating a kick, though she reminds him it could be weeks or even months before they feel anything), “so much.”

She shifts to properly kiss him, and he gladly welcomes it with a hand on her back pulling her closer and the other still tangled in her hair. When she pulls away and smiles at him, he feels like all the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders.

“Can we order dinner now?” she pleads, breaking the tranquility of the moment, but with good reason. “I’m actually starving.”

“Good idea, Tomak is going to get super worried if he doesn’t hear from us soon.”

He pulls his phone from his pocket and goes straight to his recent calls, ordering enough pierogis to feed a small army (or one pregnant Amy) and a couple of hot chocolates, and they seamlessly fall into their routine of selecting whatever they’re currently binging on Netflix (right now it’s The Crown), getting cozy, and waiting for Tomak’s arrival.

This, forever, will always be more than enough for him.

#we BACK ladies #💕💕 #i'm sry my first fic of the season is a lil angsty but it's really not that bad #jake x amy #b99 spoilers #maybe ?? #anyways hope u like it <3

[heyyylittlemo]

Ask game

1. Where did you hide the body??

Me: *pause* No, where did you hide the body—

*police stare at me with disbelief*

Me: there’s no—there’s not a single body here—well stop looking at me like that, you’re the cop! You should know! Why are you asking me for! Body? Whaaaaaat. Ahaha.

*cops shake head*

*whispers to my friend* Guys I think I pulled that one off

Police: you know we can hear everything you’re saying

me: 👁👄👁

2. Favorite rock? The 1975. Dominic Fike. Arctic Monkeys. Bad Suns. The killers. Pale Waves. Etc. That good good shit 👌

3. Most aesthetic season? Fall. Love them orange colors. The leaves falling. Though spring is also neat if you have a bunch of flowers bloomin in shit and winter is only aesthetic when it’s snowing. Boring ass summer tho just be heating me up.

4. When texting do u shorten words or spell out? I used to write stuff out all the time mostly but now it’s like half and half bcuz its just faster and nobody got time for it 🤣🤣

5. Vintage stuff? Hell yeah, but maybe not anything too expensive since some old stuff IS hyper expensive.

6. Colors that pop or blend? Not sure I understand what u mean abt them blending ahaha u mean like when they’re so similar to another?? Well I think it’s nice but honestly I prefer a pop and a bang, y’Know?

- At this moment I realized I was answering the last few questions from a completely different ask and felt like a dumbass 😂 anyways the actual number we’re on is three so imma just kickback

3. Worst dream u have ever had? I had sleep paralysis but was imbetween that and a lucid dream. At first I was paralyzed and could see my bed but my eyes felt closed and open at the same time?? A giant dark demon looking dog had towered over me and began to tear at my neck. It looked and felt very real I started to try to scream and it felt like a scream was coming out but no sound exited. Then I went into a lucid dream where I was being chased by this dog and running for my life I was running by and nobody could save me nobody in the dream when it caught up to me I was back in my bed and it was trying to eat me again. I was so terrified I couldn’t sleep for a whole week.

4. Lyric that comes to your mind? “And I don’t think I can be there. I’m paralyzed,I’m terrified of being alone. When you said I deserved what had happened.”

5. Blood make u uncomfortable? Yes, I passed out once when getting my finger pricked and a VERY small blood sample and another when dissecting a fish.

6. Even or odd numbers? Well I like the number 5,7,9, 3 so odd. (Like me 🤣🤣)

7. Something I hate that I love? Anything I’ve ever loved becuz love can be frustrating. Bruh.

8. 1st initial of someone I hate? Hmm...do I hate someone tho? Not that I can think of...

9. *Skipping down the lane* NOPE

10. Corn dogs? It’s funny cuz when I think of corn dogs my mind will always go to when we first moved to our current house because at our initial town we never had Sonic and while we were getting the house fixed up and moving stuff we use to always get Sonic since it was the closest to us most times to eat and that was a bunch of corn dogs and hotdog days 🤣 so thnk u corn dogs for ur service

11. I’m not a huge movie person so...I looked up movies from 2005 and movies Inlike from this time are Brokeback mountain bcuz it’s gay af, Shark Boy and Lava Girl damn I rewatched the shot out of it when I was younger, Narnia and the Chocolate Factory(although it low key creeped me out as a kid, and idk why).

12. Least fav music genre? Most country, most EDM, dubstep, screaming/really hard rock, some pop music, mumble raping.

13. As someone who waits on tables, my job is my least favorite restaurant experience 🤣🤣 just dealing with ppl...like ok, I’m half Hispanic right?? But I look white. Well, I work at a Mexican restaurant and so sometimes racist costumers will say shady shit just bcuz I guess they think it’s appropriate to say it to me just bcuz I’m not Hispanic in their eyes?? But it pisses me off and I feel like I can’t say anything without causing a drama which I hate and when the “costumers always right” it can be hard to budge and stand up and say “bitch wtf did u just say??” And there’s just folks who take things the wrong ways or ask too much at once or give u a hard time or just say something that sticks onto you for the whole day. One bad move can turn my whole day upside down.

14. 3 things never come near me? Cockroaches, Needles, and close mind ppl

15. Worst way to die? With regrets. Something really brutual, random, or where something just happened to go wrong (accident). Being killed by someone u love.

16. Unusual habits? Doing a Michael Jackson esque “hee-hee” after every sneeze I make, being extremely clumsy and making every task 100% more difficult, having the ability to talk as if I have an accent that comes from nowhere in particular just stupidity also I can’t speak my own language half the time 🙃getting words confused or misusing them in a sentence so I sound dumb having a very weird imagination and thoughts, I swear it like I never went to school and don’t know how the world works, plus many many more

17. Clothing style u want? I want to dress in a way that screams who I am and is a blend of both femininity and masculinity. A little vintage. Grunge. Urban maybe?? What do I know abt fashion 🤣🤣

18. Song or artist that deserves more? Dijon, hands down. I love his stuff. He’s like Frank Ocean meets light-singing beautiful lyricist with a more rock vibe?? Hidden gem. I also think Durand Jones & the Indications needs more love along with BadBadNotGood they sound like old-times but are new!! Oh, and Pale Waves is like a female The 1975 and kicks it. Bad Suns is a good alt rock band that no one seems to recognize :,D Toro y Moi too! His song with Flume “The difference “ is a banger!! Kid Cudi is my man when I want a blend of rock and rap. Also Dominic Fike,King Krule, and Roy Blair, who are all amazing!! Ok I need to stop 🛑

Duck I answered the past questions from a different post I’m sorry 😐

17. Emoji never used? There’s a bunch since I reuse the same over and over again. Lmao

18. 3 sentence Gatorade horror story? A faint quiver overtook the small freezer the Gatorade lay in; no one had come by in days, hours, weeks; when was the last time he met the lips of a thirsty body? They’d forgotten about him, as his last sips remained glued to his hollowing entrance. ‘Help, ‘it wanted to say, but it’s frozen lips could not be moved; It’d stay here, die here...just like the rest.” What am I doing with my life 🤣🙏

19. Do u know what an old bay is? A bay that is old? And old ocean? Idk!!!

20. Can u dance? Sometimes I dance when I’m alone but nothing spectral lol

21. What first comes to ur mind when u see ropes? 2 extremes. Sex and death. Hm. Ok. Moving on.

22. Make an obscure reference. “Even a bra couldn’t hold these nipples” *Holds a water gun to chest*

23. Fav balloon color? Pink or yellow.

24. If u were in court would u be innocent or guilty? Depends, what am I in court for 🤣 lmao jk honestly idk bcuz I don’t think I’d wind up in there

25. Are u hungry ? Nope

26. Unlucky number? Hm I don’t think so but I have a lucky number “123”

27. What’s “JMD”stand for? I’m guessing...Jamming my d—- 💀lol jk ahaha why am so dirt

28. Random inside joke? *chirpy squeak* I’m making a double batch of cookies

29. What sends chills up ur spine? Seeing disgust food or smell disgust or talking abt disgust things like gore

30. How many questions are in ur inbox? A pathetic zero ahaha no one want to ask me anything 😂

31. Someone real who scares u. 2 of my ex friends. One when I was 10 said disturbing things and I was kinda forced onto the friendship and everything they said make me fear for others lives...and then a different ex friend who seemed normal at 1st but became both low key psychopath cult leader type stuff and I booed out of there—-.

32. Run or hide? Uhh probably hide because I’d say even if ppl say “u can run but u can’t hide” u CAN just hide! that’s the point of hiding they not find u xD also why not combine them? Hide then run somewhere far away once I got them off the trial.

33. Last person who made u angry? A frickin beetle that flew at me and pinched me in the middle of singing in the shed xD also my autocorrect

34. What’s going on in ur head? I should probably pee soon—

35. Little thing that makes u Smile? A lot of little things bruh.

36. Are u a descisive person?

Not sure.

*pAuse *

Ok, I guess I’m not then 🤣

37. Would ppl say I’m paranoid? Hm maybe about certain things social situations, singing in front of others what ppl think abt me etc etc

38. Store least likely in? Any southern clothes shop, Abercrombie & Finch types shit, lol

39. Do I like hats fave type? Hm not wear many hats but I think they’re cool any type is cool for different ppl and their aesthetici just can’t rock a hat.

40. Bow ties or ties? Don’t really care but now want to see more bow ties

41. Who? You.

42. What? Reading this shit

43. Where? In ur ass

44. When? Now.

45. Why? Not even u know why.

46. How? We all want to know

47. Do u collect anything? Vinyl records.

48. What tome is it? Time to get a watch

49. Fav transportation? My car or walk is possible

50. Would u ever kill someone to save someone? Don’t want to think about that

51. Make a joke. Yo, it’s time to make a joke—so the other day I was working. And I was practicing my Spanish, yes? Anyone whose trying to learn anew language k n o w s that sometimes words can be so close to another u just confuse then! So apparently churros in Spanish is a desert but if u say it more harshly (it literally sounds almost the same) it makes a whole different meaning—diharrea, but like I didn’t know that so I legit just walked up to this person and asked if they would like some shit to eat. So yeah, that was great. Let’s not forget that I mixed up blood, watermelon, and sangria which is a wine. I legit once said I had mixed wine in my vines and another time watermelon 🤣

52. I’m really confused so I skip

53. Would ur dash be confiscated SFW? By dash do u mean this account? Um not 😬

54. Do I like to cuddle? Hell yeah and manhandle ppl all the time it’s my affection

55. What makes u angry? Close minded ppl or ppl who jump too fast to conclusions, strict schedules just dumb stuff that people try to force when I just want to be carefree 😭✌️

56. How many voices are in ur head? 😐

57. Do U consider urself mentally stable? 😐

58. Are u easily offended? Well U just called me mentally unstable and asked it there was voices in my head!!

59. What’s wrong with taking the backstreets? Uhm...

60. Any questions u want ppl to ask u? Nothing in particular but it’s be nice if someone care to ask me something abt me from personal question to my opinions on shit to 19 days fandom related junk 😌

Woooo I’ve finished this game! Thanks to @seiji-amasawa for introducing me to this ^^

#tag game #game #ask #19 days #19days

[elsdaydreams]

Call me when you get home

Pairings: Desmond Miles x Reader

Prompt: “Call me when you get home.” 

Word Count: 1893

Warnings: Cursing, kidnapping, a break-in, drinking, and I think that’s all folks? 

A/N: This has been sitting in my inbox for like a year or something? And what I did write was also sitting in my google docs for like, a month. I hope you like it, sorry I’m the worst! 

It had been several days since you had seen Desmond. Normally, it wouldn’t have raised any alarm. The voicemail that sat in your inbox from four nights ago exactly is what made your stomach twist into knots. Sitting quietly in your kitchen, you pressed play on the message for what seemed like the millionth time. At this point, you could probably quote the damn message.

“Hey, listen I’m about to head into work. Got called by fucking Kayla to cover fucking Will’s shift - again.”  He made an indignant huff into the microphone. “I’m trying to be optimistic about it, if you can’t tell.” 

When you first heard that, it made you chuckle. Now, however, all you wanted to hear was him answering his phone.

“Anyway,” he mumbled, “I’m just about to walk in. Call me when you get home so I know you got home safe. G’night.”  

Whenever he worked late, he always made sure that you got home safe and sound. That night you called around 11 to let him know you had gotten home safely. Once you had forgotten to give the call and he’d shown up at your apartment building at 2 in the morning to make sure you were okay. 

You ran your hands over your face, and in a sudden moment of guilt - that you weren’t doing enough for the man who went above and beyond for you - you slipped on your shoes and walked down to Bad Weather. 

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“You’re really gonna bartend?” You asked as the two of you walked down the streets of New York. 

“Why not,” he said simply. “I mean, I’ll learn the basics of it, but I think my good looks will earn me some decent tips.”

You rolled your eyes, meeting his gaze with a dead stare. “Uh-huh, but what about the late hours- or the drunks who want to share their life stories? I never pictured you as the therapist type.”

“Please,” he motioned with his hands, “I’ve got the solemn, two nods of the head down pat.” He shot a wide smile at you as he held open the door to the bodega down the street from his apartment. “I do it for you all the time. Plus, that means I don’t have to tell anyone anything about me.”

“Shut up,” you said, pushing him inside as he laughed with you.  

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You quickly found that it was even more frustrating when you uncovered that no one had seen him since Saturday night, nor had anyone seemed to care. Sitting down on the stairs to the nightclub, you grabbed a cigarette from your purse and lit up. Fucking Kayla didn’t seem to care much that her best bartender was MIA. All she knew was that he was here one moment, went outside and never came back. 

“No call, no show, no job. Company policy,” Kayla said without any remorse. 

“Guess that only applies when you’re not fucking the manager,” you replied curtly, glaring at Will. “Have a great night, Kayla.” 

Flicking the ash onto the concrete, you briefly wondered if something happened to him when he went on break to check his phone. Surely, someone would’ve noticed. It was a Saturday night, after all. Even a shit nightclub such as Bad Weather would’ve been packed, and no one seeing anything was just not sitting well with you. You dropped the cigarette and stubbed it out, deciding that even if no one else gave a shit about what happened to Desmond Miles - you would figure it out. 

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It was, decidedly too goddamned hot for September. Bad Weather told you absolutely nothing about what might’ve happened to Desmond. His apartment told you no more than Bad Weather did. Laid out in front of a fan that circulated the hot air around your tiny apartment. Frustrated wasn’t even the word to describe how you were feeling about Desmond’s disappearance anymore. It exasperated you, in that you felt as though you were the only person who remembered Desmond. You grabbed your phone again, closed your eyes, and pressed the play button. 

“I swear to god, if I have to cover for Will again,” Desmond growled out, his body sprawled out over your couch and his face incredibly close to the screen of his phone. You walked into the living room, throwing a bottle of water at him.

“You should really invest in a pair of reading glasses,” you said as you crossed the room and opened a window. The familiar buzz of the city entered the room, only partially covered by the noise from your fan. 

“And have the government know my weakness,” he questioned sarcastically, moving the phone away from his face with a lopsided smile. “Besides, I don’t need reading glasses.” 

When he said stuff like that, you were never 100% sure if he was joking or not. Regardless, you rolled your eyes anyway and sat in front of the fan. “Right,” you drawled out, “because the words are just super tiny and blurry for everyone.”

“That’s right,” he laughed, taking a sip of his water.

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A loud bang startled you out of your sleep; your heart began to race, making your entire body hot. Just as your mind began to relax, assuming that it must’ve been your roommate - or the assholes on the floor above you, two more loud bangs resonated from just outside your bedroom door. Shit, shit, shit, was all your brain could think up at that exact moment in time, as you climbed out of your bed and grabbed the bat that was leaning on your dresser. 

“Could you be any fucking louder,” a female voice whispered. Despite it being muffled through the thin walls, it felt as though it were screamed into your ears. You guessed, that maybe they were in the kitchen; if they were, you had the slightest bit of escaping through either the front door or the fire escape in the living room. 

Holding your bat by your side, you opened the bedroom door and prayed the hinges wouldn’t squeak. You listened closely for footsteps, or any sort of sign that whomever was invading your space hadn’t gotten closer. Creeping down the hallway, you could hear your heart beating in your own ears. You heard the slightest sound from behind you, you couldn’t decipher if it was a breath - or maybe the floorboards? - before swinging the bat in the darkness. 

You heard a grunt, and ran down the hallway before colliding with someone. “My apologies,” you heard a man’s voice say - and before you could even scream your mouth was covered and your world went black. 

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                                       Christmas Eve, 2008

When Desmond told you that he was never ‘into’ Christmas, you were determined to change his mind. You told him to be at your house early in the morning, his gift already wrapped up perfectly. 

The christmas tree was lit up with warm lights and ornaments you’d collected over the years. You were pulling out all the stops for Des, making him breakfast, opening presents, a ham dinner. Desmond’s contribution was alcohol - and he provided a steady stream of it throughout the day. 

“I call this one,” he poured the drinks out into glasses, “the Shirley Templar.”

Desmond passed you the cup, waiting to take a sip of his until he saw your reaction. “Templar,” you questioned, taking a sip and nodding in approval. “It’s good.”

“Just good,” he asked, sitting down next to you on the couch.

“It’s really good,” you said. “Templar,” you questioned again, with a quirk of your eyebrows. “Like, the Knights Templar?” 

“Uh, yeah,” he took a long sip of his drink. “My, uh, dad. I guess that you could say that my parents were conspiracy theorists.”

“Right,” you said, slow to understand because of how much you’d been drinking throughout the day. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. “Like we lived on a farm, with a bunch of other people that thought that they were out to get us.” 

“I got out of there as soon as I could but,” he took a deep breath, “I guess I still miss some aspects of it. Like, my mom.”

You leaned and put down your drink on the coffee table, before resting your head on his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it with me, if you don’t want to.” 

Golden brown eyes met yours, a sparkle to them that wasn’t there a minute ago. “Shut up.” Desmond’s head leaned to rest on yours. A beat passed, and the two of you rested in the comfortable silence. “You’re the only person I could - would tell about this.”

You grabbed his hand with yours, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “Going soft, are we Miles?” 

“Shut up,” he said again, a small laugh coming out as he pushed you away from him. You laughed with him as you laid down on the couch, swinging your feet into his lap. 

“You better be nice to me or I’m returning your gift,” you poked him in the stomach with your toe. 

“Merry fuckin’ Christmas to you too,” he smiled at you. 

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Every bone in your body ached, your head against the floor of a car - van, maybe? - and all you could think of was the first Christmas you’d ever spent with Desmond. Hell, when he’d first told you, you agreed with him - his parents were just crazy conspiracy theorists. But now, after he’d disappeared without a trace and you know, the obvious: your home had been broken into and you’d been kidnapped, you wondered if maybe their theories had merit. 

The car shifted and you could feel your stomach clench, suddenly feeling nauseous. You heard voices, a woman, the same tone that you heard from you kitchen say… something. Your brain still felt foggy from the chloroform - you guessed that’s what they used anyway. The vehicle stopped completely, a moment passed before two hands grabbed your shoulders and sat you up. 

Ragged breaths escaped your mouth when you felt the blindfold being taken off. 

“Hey there,” the woman said as she crouched in front of you. A hard stare was all you could muster back towards her. “You must have a lot of questions, I’m sure.” 

“Mhm.” Another deep breath. 

“You’re a great conversationalist. Can tell why Desmond liked you.” Your head snapped towards the man. He was tall, with salt and peppered hair, and light blue eyes. The way he stood, with his hands on his hips reminded you of -

“Desmond?” Your groggy voice made itself known, your eyebrows quirking themselves upwards. The question presented itself in your mind: did these people have Des? They were obviously capable of kidnapping, that much you knew. 

“He’s not with us, if that’s what you’re asking,” a British voice appeared, you looked towards the front of the van, finding him in the driver’s seat. 

“But, you know where he is?” Silence. You looked at the individuals in front of you, only three of them you had decided. The British man and the short haired woman stared at the older man. 

Your eyes met, as he nodded. “Yeah. We know. But you don’t. You need to keep it that way.”

“Fuck off,” you growled out. “Where is he?”

The girl shrugged slightly, “you even know what you’re getting into?”

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[solange-lol]

not so typical love song - ch. 3/13

Chapter Title: Strawberries & Cigarettes 

Words: 1,741

Art by @lizzybizzyo! <3

[ one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight (coming soon)]

read on ao3

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Over the course of the next few weeks, Nico and Blue exchanged numerous emails. Whether he was at school, at home, or anywhere in between, Nico did his best to reply as soon as possible. It even ended in his phone being confiscated a few times in a couple different classes. Nico couldn’t help it, though; every time a new email popped into his inbox there was an unfamiliar fluttering in his heart and itching in his hands to reply just to hear what Blue had to say. 

One morning Nico had forgotten to set his alarm, and in his rush to school had no time to read the most recent email from Blue, much less respond to it. He snuck out of lunch and headed for the library and their computers that afternoon. It was a risky task, considering their computers were right there in the open and anybody, including Blue himself, could walk behind him, but it was a risk Nico was willing to take. The service at their school was beyond shitty; Nico really wasn’t in the mood for waiting half an hour just for the email to load. And something about their most recent conversation had Nico’s heart racing. 

He had suggested a John Snow costume for himself before casually asking Blue what he planned on dressing up as. He knew for a fact that the Stoll brothers were once again hosting their famous Halloween party that nearly the entire school showed up to. As long as it wasn’t something stereotypical like a pirate or a ghost, there was a chance Nico might be able to at least scope out who Blue may be. It was no secret that Nico’s curiosity was growing on who was behind all the emails, but Blue was a private person and refused to give out too many details. 

Nico logged in quickly to his gmail and opened the unread notification in his inbox.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 6:07 AM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

I’m sure you would look great in a John Snow costume. Not just anyone can pull off that hair, but something tells me that you can. Anyone would be lucky to have you as a trick or treater. 

I’m not dressing up for Halloween though. My mom has this tradition of going to the Halloween open mic night at some bar, which leaves me stuck at home handing out candy. (Don’t worry, I still have pumpkin sweater to wear for the occasion. It’s the ugliest thing you’ll probably ever see.) 

For me, Halloween is all about the Oreos with the orange frosting in the middle. I’m not usually one to indulge in a lot of sweets, but chocolate is my downfall. And those Halloween edition Oreos are a personal favorite of mine.

-Blue

While Nico was disappointed to not get any more of a lead on who Blue was, he still felt himself smiling at the Oreo obsession. 

He typed out a response as quickly as he could, hoping to still be able to make it back to lunch so he could eat before the period was over.

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 12:37 PM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

It’s unfortunate that you’re not dressing up, I feel like you would be someone to come up with a witty costume but it’s actually GOOD. (i.e. not the ‘holy cow’ costume I did with my friend a few years back with involved cow onesies and angel wings and halos. Never again.) At least you aren't crushing that childhood trick or treater spirit with that pumpkin sweater, which I hope one day I get to see.

And you’re not wrong about the Oreos. I hope whichever party I’m being dragged along to this weekend has them because they are freaking delicious. 

-Angel

He attached a gif of cartoon pumpkins floating down onto an Oreo cookie that was already covered in orange frosting. Just as Nico hit send, Mr. Brunner wheeled up to him.

“Hey, Nico!” Mr. Brunner said. “How are you? You’re smiling pretty big, so there must be something good going on!”

“Oh, um,” Nico cleared his throat as he quickly put the computer to sleep. “Nothing crazy. Just checking grades. I got an A on my English paper.” He actually got a B+, but he needed a coverup quick before Mr. Brunner asked any more questions. 

Thankfully, it worked. “Oh, great job!” Mr. Brunner said, placing his hand on Nico’s shoulder. “I’m glad to see you’ve been pretty happy these past few weeks.”

Nico forced a laugh. “Uh, yep. Just having a good month.”

“Good, good.” 

There was a few seconds of silence before Nico spoke again. “Anyway, uh, I need to get back to lunch. Have a good day, sir.” He turned quickly, barely catching Mr. Brunner raising an eyebrow at the formal tone. He nearly ran straight into Octavian as he rushed out the library, who just gave him a dirty look, which Nico ignored.

“Where have you been?” Reyna asked once he reaches the courtyard. The weather was nice today, not too cold, unlike the past days that month, so the school allowed students to eat outside if they chose. 

Nico dropped down in the seat next to her. “Library. Just checking grades.”

Reyna nodded, clearly not completely believing him. “Here are your burnt tots because you have horrible taste,” she said, thankfully dropping the subject and also said tater tots onto Nico’s tray.

Nico nodded in thanks, before picking the not-quite-ripe banana off his tray. “And here is your green banana because you like disgusting things,” he shot back as he handed it to her. Reyna only hummed in agreement.

Piper looked between the two of them, brow furrowed.. “You guys are weird.”

“You get used to it after a while,” Jason sighed next to them.

They continued to chatter as Will, Cecil, Lou Ellen, and the Stoll brothers slid onto the other two empty benches around their table. Nico ripped open a pack of Oreos that he had brought, which earned him a small lecture from Piper about eating dessert before he had lunch.

“Am I right, Will?” she asked the boy across the table once she’s finished.

Will just shrugged and nodded. “Sure.”

“Thank you.”

As Piper went back to her conversation with Jason and Reyna about halloween costumes, Will nudged his hand. Surprised, Nico looked up at him.

“Oreos,” Will smiled. “I love those. Halloween ones are the best.”

Nico laughed shakily, but it felt like his heart had just leapt to his throat. “Yeah, though good luck trying to get any of mine this time. I don’t give up that easy,” he managed.

“You’re in luck then,” Will said with a grin as he reached into his back pocket “—because I brought my own.” He displayed a package nearly identical to the one Nico was holding, but with orange filling rather than the classic white cream ones in Nico’s hand.

He laughed with Will, but his mind was racing. 

Did he just find Blue? 

Was is possible that he would find Blue so early on? They had only been talking for about a month, there was no way Blue would drop it easily.

And yet, part of him could hear Will’s voice echoed in some of the emails he’s received. He can imagine Will laughing at his awkward childhood stories, or blushing as he types out one of his own. They’re goofy, fun messages while still being reserved. It would fit for Will.

“Nico? Nico—” Piper waves her hand in his face, zapping him from his trance and tearing his gaze away from Will who, thankfully, was too wrapped up in a conversation with Cecil to notice him staring. “Hello? Anybody home? What’s gotten into you?” 

“Nothing, sorry. Just tired. Uh, what’s going on?” He blinked a few times, focusing back on Piper. Her brow was furrowed, but she didn’t say anything.

“Just planning the Halloween party,” Travis said from across the table, high-fiving his brother. “Our mom’s out of town for the week again, so we’re going full swing. Everybody’s invited!”

Nico just smiled at the enthusiasm. The Halloween party had been tradition since their freshman year, and it was only getting bigger as they got older. Being surrounded by a bunch of drunk kids wasn’t usually Nico’s choice of event, but this was the only party he ever really attended, so he could stand it. Once a year, at least.

“You are going, right?” Will asked. “Because I couldn’t do karaoke alone.” Nico was surprised that Will was asking him. Maybe deep down he knew something too. 

“Yeah,” Nico smiled. “Yeah, I’m going.”

---

Nico found himself watching Will in their environmental science class. It’s last period, the only class they had together. Will sat two rows over from him, and further in the back while Will sits up close to the teachers desk. 

Blue’s most recent email, which he received shortly at his lunch, plays in his head. But this time, he hears it all in Will’s voice. 

From: [email protected]

To: [email protected]

Date: Oct 28 at 1:21 PM

Subject: Re: Halloween Costumes

I’m glad to see we are in agreement about the Oreos, that would have been a dealbreaker for me.

On a totally different, non-cookie related note: is it weird that I have no idea what you look like but I can’t stop thinking about kissing you?

-Blue

Nico sucked in a breath, hearing those words over and over again, the test in front of him forgotten. Instead, he watched as Will’s curls bounce when he leaned forward, and Nico could just barely see a glimpse of his pink tongue dart from between his lips for just a second as he concentrated. He watched freckled, tan skin that lead from his neck and under his shirt, down his arms all the way to his palms. They danced like stars as Will scribbled in another answer.

“Nico,” the teacher called, and Nico quickly looked over to him. “Eyes on your own paper.” 

He’s about to look away when Will turned around and time seemed to stop for a moment. Will flashed a soft smile and shook his head at him. Nico smiled and rolled his eyes back, but inside, it felt like he might explode.

#solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #heros of olympus #nstls #pjo hoo big bang

[justanotherghostwriter]

Fortnight, August, and September for your ask game! I hope you have a spectacular day!! 💜💜

Thank you, Ever, for the thoughtful questions, and for answering the ones I asked you back before I got to these. XD Hope you've had a great day! 🦋

Fortnight: What WIP do you plan on posting next, if at all?

You asked for one and I, induced by utter guilt, will give you the next bunch as a promise to the universe that these are actually coming one day, despite what it seems from my lack of follow through. Maybe this will magically hold me accountable.

1. Chapter 2 of "Lessons Worth Learning". Which was supposed to come out around December 2019. So that's how that's going.

2. My SSR Confidential gift for this year. Because why stop participating in fan events when you're several fic behind?

3. Chapter 2 of "Battles After War". Also from 2019.

4. It will probably be the end of the year by this stage so I'll put the FMA Big Bang piece currently looming over my head in this position.

5. Just post-war-ends ATLA fic.

6. ATLA AU oneshot.

And, from there on, it could be any of the various others slithering around on my newly ordered external hardrive. They include three Animorphs fanfic I've had around since... 2018, probably. Four Zutara fic with already fully developed outlines. A Kenshin fic, of all things, that will hopefully just fade into obscurity before I have to post it. And an Edwin Modern AU. Plus some vague ideas of doing another chapter for the Edwin fairytale AU I did for last year's 503 Week.

Sorry for turning your answer into a confession of sorts, Ever, but I feel better promising people on the Internet who don't care that I am trying my hardest to write fic many don't know exist or have forgotten about because I care more than the rest of the world does lmao.

August: Are any of your fics associated with certain genres/artists/songs etc?

"Welcome to the Black Parade" (Animorphs) is the most obvious one, here, because it's fully, 100% based on, and interposed with lyrics from, the titled My Chemical Romance song. The FMA BB story I'm working on is very closely linked to an album that I listen to when planning for it.

For the rest of what I've written... Not that I can remember? I definitely listen to music when in the brain planning stages of scenes and the overall storyline of the fic, but it's mostly just 'put music on shuffle, skip until a song that hits the right tone'. I'm a lot better at finding songs that fit other people's fic.

September: Share a comment or review that still warms your heart?

Listen, every single review is a gift, and I don't just mean that glibly. I don't clean out my A03 inbox so that I can go reading through all of them when I need an ego boost. People take the time to write the most beautiful things that I'm not sure my keyboard puttering deserves. I love it when they point out characterisation moments that felt right to them, because characters are more important to me than plot. And, as I've rambled about before, I love it when the lines I think will hit hard actually do. It's like winning something I can't quite explain.

All that to say that this comment humbled the heck out of me, and still does whenever I tackle things that are sensitive but that I feel, deep in my core, need to be talked about in fiction as well as in discourse:

"This is such high-tier whump and angst ;-; <3 I suffer from chronic pain and the small details like having the hot water bottles in an easy accessible place and then brushing aside the pain because that's normal for you - I felt very validated and I thank you for writing this!"

It's the 'I felt very validated' for me. Somehow, my writing managed to do that. I still don't have words to describe how much that means to me.

#Askbox answers #Fandom life #about my writing #In which Ghostie stays true to herself and is verbose #Ever Say Ever

[reynewcw-blog]

The first time Gentry ever kissed someone (other than his mother), he was eleven years old on the softball field. He had been taken behind one of the ball pits by a girl who had raven hair and blue eyes. He didn’t know her very well, all they had was P.E. and Art together but she claimed she loved him and that they would get married soon. He had no idea what to make of those claims so he just let her hang onto him as she kissed him with a dry mouth and sweaty palms. It was not a great kiss and truthfully Gentry felt uncomfortable. She refused to let go of his hand for the entire period and when it was time for him to go to Science, his favorite, she clung even tighter.

That day was the first time he had been kissed. It had also been the first day he had ever had a broken finger or watched as two teachers had to physically pull a screaming girl away from him while he silently cried and tried not to make such a fuss about the unnatural angle of his pinky. It was fine, really, and probably his fault somehow.

His mother had assured him later that night it was in no way his fault and that he never had to feel obligated to kiss anyone he did not want to. She also told him he could stay home for the rest of the week while the girl was taken to the hospital to be evaluated.

 ---------

Looking at his phone, Gentry frowned as he read through the volley of texts on his screen.

Ø  Hey.

Ø  I had a great time last night.

Ø  Can I see you again?

Ø  Where do you live? I can come now. I’m free.

Ø  Why aren’t you responding?

Ø  Did I do something wrong?

Ø  Hello?

Ø  Please tell me if I did something wrong please Gen I like you so much

Ø  I know it was our first date but I had this amazing dream about us and I think you could be The One you know?

Ø  GENTRY PLEASE

A familiar but unnatural feeling peeled apart in his gut. His fingertips clenched around the edges of his phone before a tinny voice of an eight-year-old caught his attention.

“Mr. Giordano? I’m having some trouble with this line…”

He turned off the device and threw it into his messenger bag. It was nine in the morning and he had a damn job to do. Still he had to physically swallow back a wave of nausea in the pit of his stomach that was laced with anxiety. The idea of having that effect on someone he hardly knew or even liked was just an unsettling feature of his life.

It was why he had been so adamant in swearing off dating the past few months. But his mother just had to keep forwarding him the name and number of her co-worker’s son who was single and interested until he finally caved and agreed to go out.

She did not want her only son to end up alone like a spinster with his three cats and unsold art works hanging on the wall. Gentry failed to see how that description painted such a horrid life but he had agreed to go just to shut her up. And once again he had left someone so mentally strung out it was like they were going through rehab.

Some people might have found it to be an ego boost. But after putting six restraining orders out and having to change his number fifteen times in the last ten years alone it got old. The paranoia of never knowing how someone might respond to him kept him away from dating. It even kept him away from having close friends. It was better to have knits of online groups and people that would only ever see his face and occasionally hear his voice without implementing them into his life.

As he turned to go and help the child asking a question, he felt relief that he could at least have this. At work he showed up and taught a bunch of prepubescent children about color, about shapes, about pursuing their imagination and being free within the confines of an assignment he had to follow. Gentry felt safe with children, even as his gloved hands guided theirs, they only ever came to him for help and to show off their work. It was delightful to see their passion shift into their art or the focus on their canvas.

Even little snot nosed boys and prissy girls could in time learn to loosen up and get their fingers messy on pieces of construction paper. Yes they were in a confined space but still, they were…in a sense, free, to create. To edge outside of their lines. Because Gentry never cared if the art was messy he just wanted to know they had tried.

When he checked his phone again he saw a text from his mother in response to the one he had sent hours before going >It was a bust.

Her response…

>Honey I’m so sorry >He told my coworker he thinks he’s in love with you. >She’s a little horrified but… >This is all my fault isn’t it?

Gentry sighed, alone now in his classroom he just hovered his fingers over the screen and looked out the window where the gardens he had growing on the sill were opening to bloom. He didn’t reply right away as he tried to content himself to having this. He had a space to be free in, a place to express himself with other human beings. This was fine. He even got paid to do this.

Still, he felt a dash of sudden and violent envy for the plants outside as they grew and twisted around one another, intermingling and becoming more vibrant. Nurtured by the sun, the soil, and each other, each petal a part of something more beautiful.

Gentry felt rootless in contrast. A daisy ripped from the middle of its stem and plucked apart, crushed and forgotten on a sidewalk.

Looking back down he responded.

>It’s fine. >I’m going home. Long day. He went back to his inbox and saw the notification that he had forty unread messages from last night’s date. Usually he deleted them but it had been a while so he opened it up and read the last three messages.

 >….I’m so sorry? > I’m not sure why I acted that way. > You’ve probably blocked me by this point which is totally fair. Safe to say I won’t be seeing you again. Which is a shame. You’re really beautiful. But…I think I need to focus on myself after that. Again. I am so sorry.

Gentry swiftly deleted the message and pocketed his phone. It was fine. He had a lesson plan to prepare and small simple quizzes about color theory to score from the 5th grade class. It was all fine.

 ---------

Two weeks after his first kiss Gentry got his first apology letter from the girl who had broken his pinky.

It had been sweet to read through it at first where she profusely apologized and told Gentry she had no excuse for what happened and to forgive her.

It was not as sweet to see her again the following day and watch as she and all of her friends ducked down a different hall and whispered about the strange crying boy who had not liked her back.

But it was fine.

#gentry #writing

[kieren-fucking-walker]

this is me asking about ur wips

This is so open ended and I love it but remember you asked for it so i’m gonna give the rundown:(These are all for DGHDA btw)

To Know series:Dirk Gently - Part 3 and the culmination of the main story I wanted to write. (There will be two add ons). This is my current priority but it’s being stubborn af and hard to write and I can’t work out why. It’s going to be angsty but hopefully toned more bittersweet than all out angst like the last ones. (All going well it should have a happy/hopeful ending but we’ll see.)Dirk Gently (Part 2): 1st Optional add on to main series, will look at Dirk when we first met him and follow him through the events of the first season. I have bits and pieces planned out for this but it’s not my first priority because i think this one might give me a bit of trouble too. Todd Brotzman: 2nd Optional add on to main series. Will be Brotzly (I couldn’t resist). Will be set after S2, will look at Todd/the relationship through Dirk’s eyes, will involve past-sharing, will not be too angsty (with luck). Currently have quite a bit of this one planned out but I need to get the other written first to make it come out properly. I’m excited for this one, it’ll be very cathartic and lovely to write I think.

(Under a cut bc this post got hella long)

My AU:Angels and Demons, baby. Todd is a disgruntled angel who is grounded for reasons that will not be told until the story. He’s not fallen but he’s definitely been sent to time out for doing something that’s actually wayyyy worse than anyone realises. Dirk is a… happy go lucky demon? He’s a dodgy little shit but he’s not evil. He has a backstory that I’m having hella fun planning and working out the dynamics for this world is super fun. They’re gonna fix the universe with help from their friends. Featuring: Punk Angel Amanda who got sick of the rules and fell to earth so she could actually help instead of watch. The Rowdies as Hellhounds. Farah as a fierce warrior angel (who bends the rules to talk to Todd and Amanda). Dirk’s dubious ‘demonic’ activity (is it evil or is he just weird, who knows?). Todd who can’t stop getting his feathers in a bunch. Blackwing being literally Hell. Some very painful Icarus references. Some super duper sweet romance all worked up in the middle there. Awkward courting and enthusiastic gestures on both sides. It’ll be good when I actually get round to writing it.Other Bits and Pieces:Todd the walking fashion disaster: A WIP I have had almost finished since Shapes and Colours aired (I know, I know). That outfit is too good for Todd to have managed to put it together, Dirk dressed him (fite me). Featuring: bad fashion, gay thoughts. It only needs like, 1 more paragraph to be finished and yet. Technically the first fic I wrote for this fandom but it’s not finished and doesn’t count. Soft Domestic Bullshit: It’s so fluffy it makes me sick looking at it. I’m not really a fluff writer so I set myself this challenge and it’s actually coming along quite nicely. If you wanna know what a grossly cute quiet morning in bed for Todd and Dirk looks like this is the one for you. The “almost too emo to be porn” porn: It’s working title is “they have sex, todd cries”. Porn is a rarity for me so we’ll see if it ever sees the light of AO3 BUT it’s been wonderful and therapeutic and lovely to write so far. It’s very emo. Something Else: Not angst, not fluff, not really any category. How Dirk and Todd come to see each other as home. Okay. Maybe it’s fluff. Another one that comes in stops and starts but I’m enjoying playing around with. Dirk Gently holds his cards close to his chest (but he might let you peek if you’re nice): A one shot about how I think the most likely way Dirk would tell Todd about Blackwing would go. Not difficult to write in a traditional sense, but hard to pace. Lots of insecurities. I’ve been working on this one for ages and it’s very much slow and steady but getting there. Meet the Parents, ‘where the hell have you been young man?’ Edition: Todd’s parents have been worried sick about him and Amanda just up and disappearing. They turn up at the agency and Dirk is thoroughly unprepared for this. Mostly based off of Todd’s “can I at least call my parents?” line from s2 ep1. He knows they’ll worry. Some kind of closure: Riggins comes to Dirk looking for forgiveness. They talk. It’s a lot, but he does get something out of it. A favourite of mine right now. How Farah Black Realised She’s A Lesbian: A prompt I got the other day that sent me into a writing flurry. It’s such a good idea and I’m loving this one but I’ve hit a road block. Honestly the free-est easiest one to write right now. Markings (Brotzly): Something someone prompted me with ages ago that I think was intended as nsfw but I just made it angsty. And cute in parts! Definitely cute but there’s angst in there too. An all out angst fest featuring Mr Priest: This is one I’m writing mostly for my own amusement and may never see the light of day but he’s a fun character to write and when I’m struggling making headway with some of the ones I take more seriously I like to hash it out over here in this WIP. The 7 other prompts in my inbox: I’m working on them I swear. Most likely to be drabbles/short installments. I like to use prompts as quick exercises when I’m stuck/dragged down by bigger projects and some of you guys have the best imaginations so I’m incredibly thankful for them. These will see the light of day at some point I promise. And there we have it. Most of these are literally a couple of paragraphs from being finished and I struggle the most with endings but I’m determined not to abandon them so here are some things you can expect to see coming your way over the next few months from me. I may well have forgotten some but as you can see I have an over active imagination and have given myself a lot to do BUT multiple projects at once is how I work best and it’ll be the luck of the draw what gets written first. Sorry this is so long. If any of you want to ask more about any of these please do, talking about stuff I’m working on helps me keep inspired and makes me feel like I have to do it because someone knows about it. Thank you SO much for asking. I feel better having just written this all out. 

#lovely people #thank you so much anon #this is prob the best thing you could have asked lmao #long post #writing #my wips #now you all know my shame #feel free to bug me about these #asks #dghda

[g0dblessthefandom]

Wags and Kisses (A DogPark!Brittana One Shot in 3? Parts)

Part Two!

The next days seemed to pass like some sort of dream. Santana would show up to the dog park at her usual time, and there was Brittany, waving to her from over the gate. They’d rush towards each other, almost as eager as the pups were, and before long, Dolly and Frank were good friends. She didn’t have much in common with Brittany, she found that out not long after their meeting. Santana was a high powered New York City lawyer, while Brittany was a dance instructor at a performing arts high school. Brittany always cried during movies about dogs and Santana was a sucker for romances. Brittany had traveled all over the world, visiting every continent at least once and Santana had stayed in her small town until she moved to New York. They were about as opposite as they could be, but there was something special about their conversations. The way that Brittany would always light up when she would see Santana coming and the way Santana frowned when they had to say goodbye.

They had seen each other almost everyday for a week when Quinn’s case decided to explode. Quinn and Mercedes were due back in the mid-evening and Santana was both happy and sad about it. On one hand, she'd be happy to be rid of Dolly. The dog was beginning to grow on her, but the constant maintenance was seriously cramping her style. On the other that meant there would only be one more day at the dog park before she probably never saw Brittany again. It was a harrowing thought and one that she didn't look forward to.

And so, as she sat at her desk, contemplating what to do next, she hadn't noticed the emails that were steadily filling her inbox, or the droning of her phone on silent until her desk phone rang.

“Santana Lopez.” She answered, still only half paying attention.

“Goddamnit, Santana, where are you?!” The angry voice of her partner, Quinn Fabray filled her headset and Santana pulled the phone a few centimeters away from her ear.

“I'm at my desk, Fabray, hence you calling my desk phone and getting me.”

“Don't get coy with me, Lopez. I've sent you a million texts and your cell phone has been ringing off the hook!”

Santana quickly flipped her phone over that was lying facedown on her desk.

“Dammit. Why didn't someone come and get me?”

“Your door was closed and everyone was afraid to call you because they know that when you're in the zone, you're liable to throw a stapler at their head if interrupted.”

“Fair enough.”

“So the question is, what are you doing?”

“Nothing, what's wrong?” To be honest, Santana was a bit annoyed with the interruption. She had an important afternoon to plan.

“How about you turn on a TV, Santana?” Quinn responded in an icy tone.

“Geez, okay.”

Santana flipped the TV that was muted and playing in the background to the news station and gasped as she saw the headline: BREAKING NEWS IN MOTTA/ABRAMS DIVORCE BATTLE! Santana smashed the volume button.

“-And that brings us to today, Anne, where the drama has been cranked up to eleven, and no one is quite sure what to make of it. Of course, this information is still breaking, but no word from attorneys on either side as to what it might mean.”

“Of course, Sarah, but these cheating allegations regarding Mr. Abrams are not new.”

“They are not, however, if this proves to be authentic, these turn of events would blow this thing wide open.  This would serve as irrefutable proof that Mr. Abrams did cheat on Ms. Motta while they were married, and that leaves their prenuptial agreement null and void.”

“The hell…?” Santana muttered, muting the TV again. “What is going on?”

“Some kindergarten teacher from Portland.  says she’s got a kid and Artie is the dad. He started going out there three years ago when his label opened up a west coast studio. And low and behold, the kid is three years old. He paid her a bunch of hush money, but apparently the mom wasn’t happy that she had to lie to the kid about who her dad was.”

“There’s a kid?” Santana nearly fell out of her chair with laughter. “How in the hell could he be so sloppy?”

“Hey, don't complain. He might have just handed us the silver bullet to end this thing. We were looking for the proof, and now we’ve got it. We’ve got to run a DNA on this kid, and get a timeline. That means interview the mom. And that means getting your ass on a plane to Oregon.”

Santana shot off a quick email to her staff, asking her assistant to book a flight. “Sure, and what are you going to do when you get into town?”

“I’m coming after you. I’m get back with ‘Cedes and then I leave tomorrow night.”

“Okay fine, anything else I need to think about?”

“No, Lopez, just get that interview, and start the court proceedings to get Artie’s DNA. I’m sure this is far from over, but I think we just nailed this thing.”

Santana agreed and hung up the phone, picking it up a moment later to make dozens of phone calls. She opened her door, and sent the group of associates who were crowded there flying, scattering them to the four winds with different missions. Santana looked at her watch.The flight headed for Portland would be leaving in less than two hours, giving her just enough time to catch it and get through security if she left that moment. Luckily, she kept an overnight bag in the office.

She was almost to the airport when another thought came to mind. She opened the phone app and began dialing frantically. After a few rings a voice answered.

“Santana! I heard the news! What does this mean for the case? Does it mean you win? That poor child, I can’t imagine what she’s going through. Have you talked to Quinn?”

“Shut up, Rachel, and listen to me. I forgot Dolly!”

There was a moment of confusion as Rachel tried to process the sudden change of topic. “What do you mean, you forgot Dolly?”

“I mean what I said! I’ve got to go to Oregon, and Quinn’s not going to be back until late, and Dolly is in the house and she hasn’t had her dinner or her pills, and she has to go to the bathroom, and I totally forgot! What kind of person am I that I’d forget a totally helpless dog like that? She’s got nobody but me and I completely let her down! What am I going to do? You’ve gotta help me, Rachel, you’ve just gotta. I’m-”

“Breathe, Santana, breathe.” Rachel soothed. “Just take a few breaths already! You don’t have to worry about Dolly, I’ll take care of her.”

“But she’s at my house, Rachel, and you don’t know what to do-”

“Actually, Quinn filled me in on everything before she left because she was sure that you’d be at your wit’s end after the first week. So, I was the backup.”

Santana was almost too relieved to be annoyed. “Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously. And also I still have a key to your apartment from last summer when I watered all your plants, even though they’re all dead now.”

She’d forgotten about that, but Santana was glad that she hadn’t demanded her key back like she’d planned to right after she got home from that vacation.

“So, I’ll go over there, and take care of everything. Don’t worry.”

Suddenly, another thought struck Santana.

“Rachel?”

“I said don’t worry, Santana, everything is under control.”

“No, not that, it’s just…” She trailed off, unsure of how to continue. “It’s just that the girl at the dog park, Brittany. I don’t think I’ll see her after today, and-”

“Oooh, will I get the chance to play Cupid? I’ve been wanting to meet this girl considering you talk about her so much.”

“You know what? Nevermind.” Santana said firmly.

“But, Santana-”

“Nope. The last thing I want is you sticking your nose into my love life. Anyway, I’m sure I’ll see her again at some point. It's not like they don't let you into the dog park if you don't have a dog. Right? They don't do that do they?”

Rachel sounded disappointed. “Are you sure you don't want any help, Santana? I can be very persuasive.”

“Sure, I’m sure. Leave it alone, Rachel. Just take care of Dolly and don’t forget to pick out all the green kibbles! She hates those.”

“Will do. You just get out there and win big for your client!”

Santana could almost hear Rachel saluting and rolled her eyes. “Yeah, whatever. I’ll see you when I’m back in town. Oh, and Rachel?”

“Yes, Santana?”

“Thanks, twerp.”

“You're welcome, and have a good flight!”

\

It was almost a week and a half before Santana and Quinn got back into the city. What was looking like a slam dunk for them was requiring a bit more work than they’d bargained for, but they left with good news for Sugar, so that was something. On her first day back in the city, Santana figured it might be a bit much to just ‘happen’ by the dog park, but between the work that was waiting for her when she came back, and her own awkwardness at the prospect of showing up just to see Brittany gave her pause. One evening she found herself at Quinn’s place, and used the opportunity to get some quality time with Dolly. She laid on the couch, Dolly sitting on her stomach while they both listened to Quinn and Rachel argue about something in the study.

“If I didn’t know better, Santana, I’d say you missed that dog.” Mercedes teased. She brought in some snacks and set them on the coffee table, brushing Santana’s legs aside, and sitting next to her on the couch.

Santana ignored her, kicking her feet out over her friend, and continued petting Dolly. “Look at this Susie Homemaker routine. Wow, Mercedes, what’s next, a glass of cognac and a pair of slippers when Quinn gets home at night? Ow!”

Mercedes held her fingers out menacingly. “Yeah, keep that up and another pinch is coming. Anyway, Quinn normally cooks, and we have a housekeeper, you know that, Santana.”

“All I’m saying is, Mercedes, is that you’re nesting. You can deny it all you want, but in a year if I’m not looking at little Santana Jr. I’ll be very surprised.”

“Like we would name our daughter Santana.”

“What else would you name her?”

“My grandmother is Shirley, and it’s a bit old fashioned, but I always liked it-”

“A ha!” Santana nearly shouted, startling Dolly off her lap. “Oh, sorry, Dolly.”

“What are you a-ha-ing about?”

“You’ve been thinking of baby names! You are nesting!”

Mercedes laughed, shaking her head. “You know, instead of using your lawyer skills on me, you should be looking inward. ‘Physician heal thyself.’ Your personal life is a bit of a mess right now.”

“Ah, you know me, ‘Cedes. I’m busy these days, you know?” Santana laid back on the couch, patting her stomach until Dolly was settled back on it. “I just don’t have time for a relationship.”

“What about the girl from the dog park? Bridget?”

“Brittany.” Santana played with Dolly’s ears thoughtfully. “Yeah, I dunno. I mean I kind of dropped off of the planet, and I told her I had one  more day with Dolly.”

“Seriously? You’re going to let that chemistry go just because you’re too much of a wimp to go to the dog park alone?”

“I mean, when you put it like that-”

“Here’s what you do.” Mercedes said, getting up from the couch, and riffling through a nearby desk drawer. “Dolly went out this afternoon already, but she could use another walk. Why don’t you go see if there’s a certain someone hanging out there.”

She tossed a leash into Santana’s lap.

“I dunno, Mercedes. I like her, I really do. She’s adorable and great, and has so many cool ideas, but she also makes me forget what I’m saying, and act like a complete idiot.”

“News flash, Santana, you’re not very smooth. You get most of your girlfriends by being ridiculously attractive.”

“Why, thank you.”

Mercedes roller her eyes. “I just mean, it’s not about ‘being smooth’, it’s about spending time with someone that you like. You can do that, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Okay then, get off of my couch, and get out there!” With a push, Mercedes nudged Santana off of the couch.

“Fiiiiine.” Santana whined. “But don’t say anything to Rachel and Quinn.”

“Don’t say anything about what?” Quinn purred, she’d followed Rachel into the living room, and Santana raced to put her shoes on.

“Nothing! I’m just taking Dolly for a walk. See you guys later!”

Santana could hear their chorus of ‘oooh’s’ as the door closed behind her.

#glee #brittana #fanfiction #brittany s. pierce #santana lopez #i literally had the idea for this while i was walking my dog #i was like #yeah i could totally see brittana meeting here #and i'm totally about that life #meet!cute #Wags and Kisses

[thewalkingdeadimaginings]

A Love Like Religion

Can you do another Judas imagine but instead of it being like Norman it's real life. You're new to the gang and fall in love with judas and he lets you ride with him (smut if you do it please)

I’m sorry I had to close my requests, I just desperately need to catch up. This request is at least six months old and that’s just embarrassing. While I’m catching up, I’m just gonna post requests without responding to anymore of the messages in my inbox just to save time. So if I didn’t respond to your request in my inbox, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you. Just trying to save time. ANYWAYS, let’s get on with this.

NSFW: SMUT

His name was Judas.

At least that’s what the other members of his gang told you. Was that his real name? Who knows. It seemed that no one knew what his actual name was. That just added the mystery that intrigued you so much. He was unpredictable and spontaneous. The danger that radiated off him attracted you to him. But you did a pretty good job hiding that.

Still, the idea of those women warming Judas’ bed at night made you uncomfortable and bitter. But you always won the next morning when he asked you to ride with him, giving those women a smug smile as you climbed onto the motorcycle behind him. Perhaps Judas just saw you as one of the boys and you still took that as a compliment even if it could never be more.

It would be a laid back night. Hit a club, have some drinks, get fucked up, just the usual. Things would be different for you tonight. It was exhausting and heartbreaking watching Judas sneak off with the next pretty girl that caught his eye. As much as you wanted that girl to be you, it was unrealistic to spend your life waiting for him to see you as more than a friend, partner, and member of his gang. You could have your fun too. And you felt you’d earned it at this point.

You were on your fourth jack and coke, your head spinning and your words slurring just a bit. You felt so light and so free, you stopped paying so much attention to Judas and the young woman he’d been talking to at the bar for the past few hours. She kept buying him more drinks and he kept getting drunker but you didn’t care. Your focus was on one of Judas’ boys, who had you cornered, his breath hot on your skin as his lips grazed your neck.

“Judas would kill me,” he mumbled, his hands tugging at the belt loops of your jeans.

You slipped your hands underneath his jacket, your mind clearing for a moment after hearing that statement, “Why’s that?”

He kissed down your neck, pushing your leather jacket off your shoulders, “Judas said no one touches you. But this can be our secret. Right, Y/N?”

You opened your eyes, searching for Judas at the bar. He was with the same woman, one hand holding his drink, the other rubbing up and down her thigh. But he seemed distracted and uninterested while she leaned in and whispered something in his ear.

You pushed yourself away from the corner, “Would you excuse me for a moment? I need to use the bathroom and then get us some more drinks. Just need five minutes.”

He nodded, though it seemed obvious to the both of you that nothing would be continuing that night. Lucky for you, it was a single person bathroom and you had some time to sober up a little without the overwhelming sounds of drunk women blabbering on and on and toilets flushing all at once and hand dryers going off. Judas keeping all the guys away from you didn’t make any sense at all. He could have all the fun he wanted with all those women but you couldn’t do the same?

You ignored the first knock on the bathroom door, assuming it was just a woman who had to pee. But a familiar voice spoke up that sent chills throughout your body, “Y/N. It’s me, open up.”

“Judas,” you muttered. You unlocked the door but turned back to the mirror covered in smeared fingerprints and cracks, keeping your head down, eyes on the sink. Judas opened the door, gliding into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him, “What’d you want?”

“What were you thinking?” Judas slurred, his hands squeezing your shoulders, “While I’m at it, what was he thinking? He knew better.”

“You don’t want any of them to touch me,” you remarked, “I don’t even know why I joined you. Why am I here? Am I just eye candy?”

Judas groaned, “No. Just didn’t want anyone but me…”

His voice trailed off as he pressed his chest against your back. You held your breath, peeking up at the mirror. He had his face buried in your hair, breathing in deeply, taking in your scent. He was wasted, that much was clear. Did he even realize it was you he was touching? Did he think you were the girl he’d been talking to at the bar?

“Judas,” you said, leaning back into him. His arms wrapped around your waist, hands moving back and forth across your stomach, “You make it hard to resist…we can’t.”

“You saying you don’t want me, Y/N?”

“I never said that.”

“So, tell me what you want.”

Judas pulled away for a moment to take your jacket off, hanging it on the hook on the door. His fingers slipped under your tank top, his hands warm against your freezing cold skin. You shivered under his touch, leaning against the sink. Your knuckles turned white as you squeezed the sides of the sink, your nails scratching the porcelain. The thought of admitting to Judas what you wanted made your heart race. Did you even know how to admit what you wanted from him? Would he know how to give it you?

“You,” you blurted out, causing Judas to pause, “I want you, Judas. I want you.”

Judas kissed the back of your neck, smirking against your skin, “That’s all I needed to hear, Y/N.”

He pulled your tank top up over your head and he pushed all your hair over your shoulder to unclasp your bra. You glanced over your shoulder at the door, “What if…what if someone…”

“Door’s locked,” he said, running his fingers down your spine, “They can knock all they want. Ain’t makin’ this quick.”

You quickly turned back to the mirror, breathing heavily as Judas’ hands lowered to your hips. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t make this quick. He moved agonizingly slow unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them down your legs. He lowered to his knees as he moved your pants to your ankles, allowing you to step out of them. His hands moved up your bare legs, smirking up at you from the dirty bathroom floor as he pulled his jacket off. He kissed your thigh as he tossed the jacket aside, his shirt soon following. Your entire body trembled, your mind clearer than ever. You knew how much he craved control and this was no different. He could have you any way he saw fir and he knew it. A part of you wanted this to be over quickly just so you could rid yourself of the ache he had created. You needed him and you weren’t sure how long you could wait before you lost your mind completely.

“You were gonna let one of my boys fuck you,” he said, his hand coming down on your ass with a hard slap. You cried out but the pain quickly subsided and you bit your lip to suppress a moan. Judas stood back up, grunting as he yanked your underwear off your hips, “You’re mine to fuck, Y/N. Don’t want anyone else putting their hands on you.”

Judas bent you over the sink, leaning over your body as his hand trailed between your legs, his fingers meeting your heat with eagerness. His fingers made slow, deep circles and you shut your eyes, fighting to keep still as you let out a moan. The music playing in the club was blasting, pounding in your ears. You could make as much noise as you wanted and no one would know what was happening but you didn’t want Judas knowing just how good he made you feel.

“Don’t hold back,” he said, his fingers suddenly plunging into you. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back, nothing but a few squeaks and whines coming from you. Cursing under your breath, you started thrusting your hips against his fingers. You could smell the whiskey in his breath and that intoxicated you even more. You couldn’t take much more of this.

“If I’m yours to fuck, then do it,” you panted, “Fuck me.”

“Damn, Y/N,” Judas grunted. He backed away from you, unbuttoning his jeans, slapping his hands down on your hips, positioning you in front of him. You glanced at him through the mirror as he slowly slipped inside of you. He met your gaze, grinning as he slammed his hips against you, filling you completely. You moaned louder than you intended, the pleasure so overpowering, almost a little painful but in the most wonderful way.

Judas pulled away, turning you around and dragging you from the sink. He set the toilet lid down and sat down, setting you down on his lip. You sunk down onto him and he groaned, running his hands up your back. He was lost in it now, incapable of conscious thought as he took your breast in his mouth, teeth grazing your nipple as he thrust his hips against you. Bunching his short, wispy hair up in your hands, you whimpered and tears dotted your eyes as you rolled your hips, moving up and down his length. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this moment. You hadn’t even considered whether this was a good idea or not, whether this moment was what you’d had in mind. Of course, you’d always wanted to have this closeness with him but based on his roughness, the way he scratched down your back, left marks all over your neck and now your breasts, it seemed like he was in a completely different headspace. He just wanted to be the only one to have you. Maybe to show his dominance? To prove he was in charge? Or maybe it was just to see how easy you were. You weren’t entirely sure but in this moment, you couldn’t care less. In this moment, all you cared about were these rough, calloused hands all over you, leaving any kind of mark on your skin that he could. With the way he made you feel, you wanted everyone to see what he could do.

The ache in your body grew stronger and you leaned your head back, grinning and crying out in anticipation for what you knew was coming. Your toes curled and you found yourself lightly tugging on Judas’ hair, which he appeared to enjoy as he smirked, snarling under his breath and burying his face in your neck. Your walls squeezed him as you exploded, nearly blacking out over the intensity of your orgasm. Your entire body tensed up, curling into Judas’ arms. The way your walls tightened around him set him off and you felt him burst and fill you.

“Judas,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his shoulder. What had you just done? This wasn’t what you had planned. Of course, the alcohol still coursing through you wasn’t helping you and it wasn’t helping him either. That was all this was, just a drunken encounter. Judas wouldn’t remember this tomorrow but you knew you would remember this forever and that would just break your heart.

“Damn you’re good, Y/N,” Judas muttered. He lifted your head and kissed your lips, holding your face in his hands. He kissed you with every ounce of energy he had left. Pulling away finally, he helped you onto your feet, “I’ll leave first, you follow me out in five minutes.”

“What if someone is out there?” you asked, sitting on the floor on your knees, picking your clothes up.

“I’ll tell them you’re not feeling good and I’ll stand outside the door,” Judas replied, “No one’s gotta know what we just did. But damn, if they heard anything, we gave him a pretty good fuckin’ show, didn’t we?”

You smiled but only responded with a nod. Judas dressed quickly, shoved his feet into his boots and headed for the door with his leather jacket draped over his arm, “I’ll see you out there. We should probably head back after this.”

“Right,” you said, “It’s getting late. Just give me five minutes.”

Things resumed normally the next morning. Judas behaved as if you hadn’t had sex the night before. It killed you seeing him completely disregard what had happened. You tried to remind yourself that he was totally hammered that night and he probably didn’t remember the incident or didn’t remember that it was you he’d had sex with. But that would never make it any easier. Why couldn’t it mean just as much to Judas as it did to you?

Another week went by after that night. You kept it to yourself since there was never a time when you and Judas could be alone anyway. That was all you could do was just suffer in silence. It was hard to keep a straight face, to not burst into tears but you managed to keep it together.

“Let’s head out again tonight,” one of the girls suggested, glancing over at Judas, “Maybe to a different club. I know a great one we can all go to. It’ll be fun.”

Judas turned to look at you, as if looking for approval but you simply shrugged, “Ya know what, I think I’ll sit this one out. Still recovering from last week. Hard to keep up with you boys sometimes.”

“Well, that’s alright,” the girl said, wrapping her arms around Judas, “Can I ride with you then?”

You turned on your heel and headed for your room, the sight of that girl all over Judas making you sick to your stomach. Judas shook the girl off and hurriedly followed you. You ignored him, shutting your door in his face.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” Judas grumbled, “What’s the damn problem?”

“Nothing, just go,” you said, “Go to your club, get drunk and fuck someone else in a bathroom. Then you can rip someone else’s heart out and leave me be.”

Judas sighed, “That’s not what I was trying to do. If you’d open your damn door, I’d explain.”

You stomped towards the door and swung it open, “Explain what? How you think you can just claim me and tell the boys not to touch me? So you can have sex with me and then just toss me aside?”

“You think I was just gonna toss you aside?” Judas said, stepping into the room, “You think I just wanted to claim you as a plaything and that’s why I told my boys not to touch you? You think that little of me?”

“Then why?!”

Judas slammed the door behind him and clenched his jaw, “Because I like you alright?! I just…couldn’t tell you because I…I wasn’t sure you felt the same. All those women I slept with, they were just distractions. But that night, I saw you with…and I just…couldn’t hold back anymore.”

“So why did you act like nothing happened after that?” you inquired, “I was hoping that night was special to you. It was special to me. I’m in love with you for fuck’s sake, Judas. All I wanted was that kind of closeness and intimacy and I thought you were only out to break my heart.”

Judas started laughing, showing off a smile he rarely used, “I gotta be honest. I was kinda thinking you were doing the same thing. You’re in love with me?”

“I…yeah,” you murmured. Judas came towards you and grabbed your face, laying a kiss on you that you never expected. This one was different from the kisses he’d given you that night in the bathroom. He was tender and there was more heart in it. You rested your hands on Judas’ shoulders, licking your lips, “Think we have some time now that everyone’s gone?”

Judas smirked, grabbing onto your thighs and hoisting you up. As he carried you to the bed, he placed another soft kiss on your lips, “Got all the time in the world.”

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How come the rest of the gang isnt aware of their fans?

Tali read the question out loud, for the whole “gang” to hear. It was virtually pointless though, as most of them were entrenched in their dinner anyway.

“I wouldn’t say you’re not aware. You’re not the brightest bulbs in the bunch but you can’t be that thickheaded, either. Especially since some of them send you suspiciously regular mail and stuff.”, Tali answered, mostly addressing herself to the Normandy walls and to Gardner. Ah, Gardner. Always conspicuously trying to appear inconspicuous while listening for any dirt on members of the crew.

“Tali, we joined the Normandy squad fan forum. You know that.”, Shepard grumbled, frustratingly stabbing her peas.

Garrus chuckled slightly from next to her, to which she responded with an objectively painful kick to the helpless turian’s shin, and a murderous glare.

Then the whole thing came back to Tali, and she started audibly giggling as well, rejoicing in the fact that she was a safe distance away from the angry commander.

Throwback to a few months earlier. Tali had just stepped into the cargo bay, ready for another mission, but as she looked around, she found only Garrus, leaning back against the Hammerhead, fiddling with his datapad. She shrugged, realising they were both probably early, and she thought there would be no better opportunity to hone her turian-pestering skills than while waiting for Shepard to waltz them off towards more danger. He was so entrenched in what he was doing that he didn’t notice her until she cheerfully plucked the datapad from his grasp.

Sneaky quarian snooper: 1, Her victim, now with increased trust issues: 0.

While he was exclaiming with surprise, Tali examined the screen in front of her.

“…Galactic Ass-Kickers United?”

Garrus flicked his mandibles in annoyance, swiping his datapad back and holding it above his head.

Self-elected Normandy midget representative: 1, Tall turian asshole: 1.

Normally, Tali would give him another type of well-deserved kick to the shin for this blatant abuse of his freaky height, but right now she was too curious as to why Garrus was browsing an online nerd forum.

“It’s, uh, it’s what some people call us. Apparently.”, he said sheepishly.

“Us?”

“You, me, everyone who went after Saren.”

“Oh.”

A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed. Tali was pondering his words, Garrus was still warily holding the datapad above her reach. Until he suddenly felt his earlier assholery get repaid tenfold when the quarian forcefully stomped on his foot, causing him to double over with a groan, which prompted Tali to swiftly rid him of his precious possession. Again.

Everyone that isn’t Garrus: 2, Garrus: -25684.

With Garrus’ whines as relaxing background noises, Tali looked through the site, its threads and topics, until the realisation dawned on her.

“Garrus, how long have you been a part of our official fan forum?”

“First off, that was a cheap move, second off, why’s it matter?”

“OhmygodhaveyouseenthisfanartGarrusKeelah”, she exclaimed in one breath.

Dismissing her suit’s inner ventilation system for not having enough dramatic effect, Tali fanned herself, admiring a smutty piece of work depicting Shepard, Garrus and herself.

“Spirits, Tali, I don’t go looking for it!”

“How come your inbox isn’t totally full of spam from our dedicated fans, then?”, she asked, looking over his sparse chat boxes with various members.

Most of his interactions were quite tame. He left witty remarks on most discussions, and chatted harmlessly with a few users about nothing in particular.

“Probably because they don’t know who I really am. To them, I’m simply TheLegend27.”, he declared, a bit too confidently for someone who chose TheLegend27 as a username.

Tali snorted, still shamelessly going through his activity log.

He seemed to engage with one forum user specifically. Almost every comment Garrus posted was somehow in relation to one Quads_of_fury. Tali tapped on his latest notification, which brought her to a thread entitled “NORMANDY CREW MOST LIKELY TOs”. And, although the thread itself was a goldmine, a certain inspired username caught Tali’s attention.

Quads_of_fury, 4:36 CT: most likely to spend all their credits on stupid shit?? i vote kaidan. he looks like the kind of guy who would literally start crying happy tears when he sees a lush shop

 Interestingly enough, Kaidan had swooned at the sight of the intergalactic bath bomb. He broke down, actually. Two times. Two times Tali had to almost completely physically restrain him so he didn’t waste his credits away on soaps and perfumes and lotions and OK they all smelled really good, but Tali was taught better than to give in to Satan like that. She wasn’t weak. Not to insinuate that Kaidan was. He was just really, really, into self-care products. Tali pictured the value of property damage they’d have to cover when Kaidan’s tears eventually flooded the lush shop, setting off all of the bath bombs at the same time.

She shuddered.

Naturally, TheLegend27 had something to say to Quads_of_fury.

TheLegend27, 4:38 CT: I vote Shepard. Mostly because I’ve actually stumbled into her at the supermarket. I could only stare in awe as I watched her pay for a disco ball helmet, a ketchup gun and glow in the dark toilet paper.

 Tali snickered, turning towards Garrus.

“Does Shepard know you’re shamelessly backstabbing her on the extranet?”

“Oh, please. She should’ve expected it.”

Tali clicked on Garrus’ most recently created thread: “Shepard is fuckin short. Discuss”. She put it in her “Stuff To Shamelessly Blackmail Garrus With” mental folder.

“Nevermind, I know she doesn’t know because if she did she’d have killed you by now.”, she stated matter-of-factly.

He just looked at her strangely, his mandibles flaring in what she came to recognize as the turian equivalent of a smile. Confused, she decided his cryptic looks could suck it, and she resumed her activities.

Quads_of_fury, 4:50 CT: ok first off RUDE second off shes not fuckin short her online bio says shes 5’4” shes AVERAGE honestly and even if she was short who cares shes like the badassest person ever rn and these kinds of threads just undermine her authority so to conclude. u suck @TheLegend27

 Tali was moved to tears. Honestly. Quads_of_fury’s speech would make Shepard proud.

TheLegend27, 4:56 CT: *She’s 5’2”. **Which is short even for a human. ***The most badass

Quads_of_fury, 4:57 CT: I KNOW HOW IT’S SPELLED ASSHOLE

 The next thread was entitled “Shepard Appreciation Thread”.

Honestly Tali’s blackmail folder was having a field day.

She scrolled down to a piece of fanart depicting the crew, with Shepard as a focal point, happily crying while hugging Liara.

Quads_of_fury, 3:23 CT: false shepard does not cry

TheLegend27, 3:24 CT: Except when you point out the fact that elcor don’t wear shoes, then she spirals into depression

 It was a universal certainty that Shepard was never going to live that down. The one time she decided getting drunk was a good idea, after finally saving the galaxy, she got filmed by a bunch of curious teenagers. Honestly, the entire crew was pretty hammered, but when they started waxing philosophical about different species, Shepard had an epiphany, and no amount of alcohol would ever help her forget the vid of her sobbing at the thought of elcor rubbing their nasty feet-hands on every public bathroom floor. The extranet was a cruel and unforgiving mistress.

“So like… Are you going out of your way to personally victimize this user? Are they like your forum crush or something?”, Tali asked, finally tearing her eyes away from TheLegend27’s forum drama.

Garrus smirked at her again, then, without answering, turned around to greet Shepard herself, finally showing up, ready for another day of dodging bullets.

As they climbed into the shuttle, Tali felt him bend down, mouth closing in on her ear.

“You’ll see.”, he said, passionately typing away on his datapad.

Fast forward to dinner time, when Tali had all but forgotten about Garrus’ extranet vendetta against Quads_of_fury. Until the commander walked in, fashionably late once more, brows meeting in a small, frustrated knot.

“Who pissed in your cereal, huh?”, Jack inquisitively jabbed an elbow at her, careful not to drop her own bowl of cereal.

“This random extranet dickbrain. It’s no big deal, they’re just really annoying.”

“Oh, really? What sites are you surfing these days, Shep?”, Kasumi innocently piped in, giving Garrus, who was sitting right next to Tali, a knowing wink.

“Uhm, you know. Fan forums. And stuff. I’m interested in what people think of us.”

Shepard had her back to Tali, but the quarian was certain her face was now doing that distinctly human thing, when it became redder than the N7 stripe.

“I’m a member of your fan forum too, actually. Who’s bothering you? Is it TheLegend27?”, the thief pressed on.

Tali wanted to die.

“Yeah? How’d you know?”

“Who’s TheLegend27?”, Jack asked, her words just as dripped in confusion.

“Some say TheLegend27 is the first forum user ever. Born from fire.”

“I heard, TheLegend27 can never get banned, because they always come back.”, Garrus casually added.

“I heard TheLegend27 once locked an entire thread with a single roast.”, Joker joined in.

“But the worst part is, just when you think you’re safe”, Kasumi went on, ”just when you think you might escape… WHAM!!! Just like that! You get trolled.”

When everyone around the mess table faked a collective gasp, she sank even deeper in her suicidal disposition.

“I hate literally all of you.”, she caught herself saying, but she was cut off by the sound of Shepard’s datapad notification.

She checked it, slowly, then very suddenly her head snapped up to Garrus, who was cheerfully typing away, just as another notification sound pierced the tense silence.

Shepard didn’t advance, not before getting a tall glass and filling it with cold water. Then, as she menacingly started approaching Garrus, raising her glass like a weapon, all Tali could think was, he had it coming.

“This is a good time for you to become a missing person, Vakarian.”

Yep. Definitely had it coming.

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